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Name: ARGH.
Contact Information: MEH.
OOC Journal: Buh?
Time Zone: Huh?
Previous Experience: NARRRRM.
Other Information?: HOOHOO.

Premade: The Romeo
Perhaps even more of a drama queen than his lady-love, The Romeo is both short-tempered and madly in love with The Juliet. Everything that happens to him (as far as he is concerned) is HUGE, and he will wail and moan and dither about it. Danged if he doesn't look good doing it, though.
Social Group: The Goths

Name: James (Jamie) Montague
Age: 16
Birthday: September 16
Sexuality: So straight it hurts.
Neighborhood: one of the newer two-story houses in Windsor
Grade: 11th, Junior

Classes:
Digital Communications, AP English III, AP Computer Science, Photography

Position: Legend in his own mind.

Extracurriculars: None. He likes his time to himself (and whatever girl he might be trying to woo). Works at Hot Topic (for money and mocking the baby goths)

Likes / Dislikes:
Likes: Loud crunchy guitars, his keyboard, Djarnum Black cloves, dog collars, black eyeliner, Nine Inch Nails, Bauhaus, KMFDM, Love and Rockets, Joy Division, parties, staying out late, fishnet ANYTHING, silver crosses, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (despite its RIP status), LOLcats, DEEP conversation, poetry, music, Ms. King (though he doesn't take her class), open mic night (where he reads his poems complete with cheesy self-created background music).

Dislikes: this pansy new wave of "goth" music, bright colored clothing, sprouts of any kind, vegetarians, Christians of any sort, churches, CONFORMISTS (hahahahahahaha), close-minded idiots, Republicans, nearly everyone who lives in Apple Creek to be honest, and his fucking inhaler.

Goals: To become the next Trent Reznor, and get the hell out of Apple Creek as soon as possible.

Personality:

The Drama King of Apple Creek High was never involved in theater. In fact, he has absolutely no interest at all in school theater or acting at all. His kind of drama is born of a sensitive soul who leaps head-long into anything that touches it. He will scale the mountains from molehills that he creates with vigor. There is no calm in this Romeo's storm; there is only manic happiness or icy waters. Love or hate, there is no in between. He always goes with his gut instinct, jumping from conclusion to conclusion.

And just like his manic emotions, Jamie is just as polar when it comes to his behaviour. One day, he'll be as quiet as a mouse, burying his head in books of poetry or his notebooks. Other days, he can be seen with his digital camera, spreading out on the commons and taking pictures for his Facebook and Myspace pages. Aside from how pretty he looks posing for the camera, his webpages are filled with poetry (and songs) -- either his own, or someone else's. He also creates his own music at home with his keyboard, computer, and various programs. He's about as pretentious as you can get without drowning in shallow waters.

Girl-crazy, Jamie has a new crush fairly often, and the old crush is utterly forgotten with last week's heart-wrenching poem. Sappy songs and flowery poetry stop being for Girl A and with a little selective memory, they transform into Girl B. And so on, and so on. Jamie's friends have learned to let these obsessions run their course because there is no stopping him once he gets a certain girl in mind. If the object of his affections doesn't return the sentiments, he's often sullen and vengeful, taking to writing ANGRY POETRY and posting it where the object is CERTAIN to see it. It often involves the strangest configuration of curse words and insults.

He's often horrified, shocked, and angry at his parents' close-mindedness when it comes to being tolerant of other people. They often discuss the state of the world -- from racism to homophobia to people of other faiths -- in an overwhelmingly negative light, and debates around the Montague house often descend in horrific shouting matches in which Jamie calls his parents all sorts of names and tells them that THEY are going to burn in hell. Unfortunately, though, Michael Montague's influence is nearly everywhere, including his cable access show and out and about town.

When not at home, Jamie spends an awful lot of time at River Street Records, sorting through the industrial and gothic section.

Family:

Reverend Michael Montague - father
career: a Minister of the biggest church in Apple Creek: Apple Creek Baptist Church
-Very Strict.
-Very religious
-Does not allow secular music in his household
-Does not allow movies above a G-rating in his house
-Prays over every meal and whenever the mood strikes him
-Has been known to threaten to kick Jamie out of the house for his all black clothing
-HOMOPHOBIC
-Goes to Gay Rallies with those signs, you know the ones. The ones that say: A FAG DIES, GOD LAUGHS. Yeah, those.

Mary Montague - mother
career: Minister's wife (yes, she went to a Christian college, and that was her major)
-Submissive to her husband completely
-Follows after his heels like a puppy
-Works at the church as a receptionist
-Home in time every day to make dinner

Personal History:

Once upon a time, James Montague was a rather sweet and God-fearing child. His father, Minister Michael Montague moved to Apple Creek, Louisiana when he was only two years old to take up a position in the Apple Creek Baptist Church. Little James -- called Jamie by his mother -- was everything she'd hoped for in a son: sweet tempered, kind, and amazingly sensitive.

Jamie was surrounding by church friends, and once schooling started, he found himself gravitating to them more and more. He was smaller than most of the other boys in his classes, and so was picked on quite often. Instead of sending Jamie outside for recess, his second grade teacher Mrs. Costanzatook him to the library and introduced him to poetry. Jamie was instantly smitten. He began writing poetry shortly after, and soon, he had a collection of notebooks of the stuff.

By middle school, he grew tired of the unwanted bully attention, and found some old records he found in his dad's attic. Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and the Cure filled his ears, until one day, his father caught him. The records might have been destroyed but not his love of late 1970s gothic-punk phase. Soon, he began rebelling openly, smoking, drinking, and wearing all black. Chains and spikes became a regular part of his clothing collection. And the Montagues perfect son suddenly ended up on the church Prayer List weekly.

Jamie and his father clashed on a daily basis. There were threats of being kicked out of the house, threats of being sent to Christian Boot Camp, threats of being exorcized (despite not being Catholic), threats of being disowned. Jamie spends most of his time at his friend's houses, or locked in his room with his music blaring. He rarely attends church anymore, and when he's required to show, he makes sure to wear the most obnoxious outfits with rattling chains, chew his gum loudly, and spike his hair out to there with the prerequisite eyeliner. This usually keeps his family from wanting to show him off anymore.

By ninth and tenth grade, Jamie discovered the wide world of girls, and soon his interests were girls and writing poetry for them. In particular, he found Elaine King more appealing than he had before. She had a quiet determination, and his poetry took a much more serious turn (seriously terrible and sappy, that is). Despite her seeming disinterest, he still tries his hardest to make her like him. All she needs is a little persuasion and a whole lot of poetry.

Appearance:

Naturally brunette, Jamie dyes his hair a dark black and keeps it shaggy enough for the occasional faux hawk. He has pale skin, dark brown eyes, and a rather long, distinct nose. His dark eyebrows cut across his pale face and really tell the story of what emotion he is currently feeling. When smiling, he can light up a room, but don't fret; it's not often that he smiles. He often looks as though he's in deep thought. He tends to leave last night's eyeliner streaking under his eyes, and can often be seen with a pack of cigarettes in his pocket (yes, they've been taken from him many times, but he somehow always has them).

PB: Marc-André Grondin

RP Sample:

Journal Sample:

Sorry about the noise coming from 1876 Chelsea Lane last night. Preach decided to get on my hair again last night. Told me it wasn't a "Christian haircut." That it was the HAIRCUT OF SATAN. I think I really pissed him off when I said that it was better than his GAY haircut. He started flailing and you shoulda seen his blasted comb over. Mastercard had it wrong. This shit is priceless, not peace of mind. Ended up in a screaming match with him until nearly midnight. I think it's a new record! I might have to give him an award or something.

So then I got the urge to listen to Peter Murphy, so I cranked up Deep and blasted "The Line Between the Devil's Teeth," and that song just SPEAKS to me so much. It's like Peter Murphy tapped into something inside me even though I wasn't even born yet -- just reached in and yanked it out, you know? I mean, LOOK:

Push me in take me t'ward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused we flinch no easy work
For invited men are loath to shirk
The line between the devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat

Pretty deep. Now I've just got to work on my OWN lyrics.