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Concordia University [/b]
This is where the story begins.
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[left]Two college students, coming from a bad relationships, strive to find peace with a new lover, and find new friends. There will be ups and downs, unexpected turns, and moments to be cherished. But, is it possible for these guys to leave their bad past behind and start anew, or will it always hang with them?[/left]
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St. Paul, Minnesota
Concordia University
This is where the story begins.
1x1 with Dr3amcatcher2000
Two college students, coming from a bad relationships, strive to find peace with a new lover, and find new friends. There will be ups and downs, unexpected turns, and moments to be cherished. But, is it possible for these guys to leave their bad past behind and start anew, or will it always hang with them?
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Jaxton Angel Quill
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Nicknames: Jax and Angel
Major: History
Eyes: Brown (turns into a lighter brown in the sun)
Hair: Dark brown
Body: More on the slender side with some muscle
Ex: Asher
Background: Jaxton comes from a small town in Montana. A town where everyone knows everyone and nothing is kept a secret. Jaxton however was able to keep his likeness for men a secret. He knew that the people of his town wouldn't understand and he would become a stranger to all of them. It was easier to just pretend.
From a young age he's always had a love for history. He could always be found at the museum or library researching civil wars, world wars and everything else, big or small. Not many people from his town went to college, most were content with taking on the family business or doing small jobs. Jax however was not content with that...neither was his mother. Ever since his father had died Jax's mother wanted him to leave the small town and do greater things with his life. To meet someone and settle down, to get an education that would give him purpose.
At the age of 5 Jax's father was crippled, his left knee crushed from bull riding. He became depressed, bull riding was his life. Jax refused to go on a bull again after that, even though he was just barely starting his training. His father would get into moods where nothing was done right and everyone around him was a failure. 11 years later Jaxton's father died of a heart attack. It's unknown what caused the heart attack but Jaxton's thinks it had to do with the way his father began to eat after the accident. Before he was crippled Jaxton's father would eat healthy, his mother always made healthy foods for them. Afterwards though his father would eat anything, he started to frequent the local burger joint, getting greasy burgers and fries.
Jaxton wasn't close with his father and didn't know how to feel after his death. While he did miss him, he didn't really have any fond memories. They didn't do anything together. He sometimes wondered though what life would've been like if his father hadn't been hurt so badly. If bull riding would also be his passion and the thing he and his father bonded over. Thinking about it though was something Jax didn't like to do. There were too many what ifs. Though he likes the past his past isn't something he likes to think or talk about.
At the age of 18 Jax moved in his aunt and uncle. His mother had fallen ill and had to stay in the hospital for a few months. He didn't like how everyone was talking back at the town and decided to leave. It was when he transferred schools that he met another guy like him. Jaxton had never dated when he met Asher. There was no one at his town or school that he was interested in. He and Asher had started out as friends first, they had been friends for two years before Asher asked out Jaxton. Asher was Jaxton's only friend, the person he told everything to, so when Ash asked him out Jax only knew to say yes. He didn't see how this could go wrong.
For two years their relationship was the best. Jaxton went on his first date, had his first kiss, everything he realized he had been wanting. When Jaxton turned 22 they moved in together, wanting to further their relationship. It wasn't till then that Jax saw Asher's abusive side. It started off small, slight push here a bit of scolding, though it soon escalated. He was covering up marks and trying to keep from breaking apart. Jaxton didn't know where to go or who to turn to, he didn't really have any other friends. Asher was all he had had since he left his small town.
With nowhere or no one to turn to he endured it for a year. Jax probably would have suffered longer were it not for Asher getting a DUI one night when coming home from a party and crashing into another car. Jax knew this was his chance to leave, Asher wasn't there to persuade him or try to follow him. He packed what he could and left that night, booking a flight to Minnesota and ready to start his life over and follow his passion of history.
While living with Asher he had thought his dreams of pursuing history and majoring in it were washed away, but by getting away he realized they weren't. He could live on his own and only worry about himself. Jaxton has only been living in Minnesota for a month, having just enrolled for his first classes at the college. He's made a promise to himself to not date till he was ready, till he had his life in line. He wanted to focus on himself and no one else....
So i kinda wrote a lot xD
Jaxton Angel Quill
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Nicknames: Jax and Angel
Major: History
Eyes: Brown (turns into a lighter brown in the sun)
Hair: Dark brown
Body: More on the slender side with some muscle
Ex: Asher
Background: Jaxton comes from a small town in Montana. A town where everyone knows everyone and nothing is kept a secret. Jaxton however was able to keep his likeness for men a secret. He knew that the people of his town wouldn't understand and he would become a stranger to all of them. It was easier to just pretend.
From a young age he's always had a love for history. He could always be found at the museum or library researching civil wars, world wars and everything else, big or small. Not many people from his town went to college, most were content with taking on the family business or doing small jobs. Jax however was not content with that...neither was his mother. Ever since his father had died Jax's mother wanted him to leave the small town and do greater things with his life. To meet someone and settle down, to get an education that would give him purpose.
At the age of 5 Jax's father was crippled, his left knee crushed from bull riding. He became depressed, bull riding was his life. Jax refused to go on a bull again after that, even though he was just barely starting his training. His father would get into moods where nothing was done right and everyone around him was a failure. 11 years later Jaxton's father died of a heart attack. It's unknown what caused the heart attack but Jaxton's thinks it had to do with the way his father began to eat after the accident. Before he was crippled Jaxton's father would eat healthy, his mother always made healthy foods for them. Afterwards though his father would eat anything, he started to frequent the local burger joint, getting greasy burgers and fries.
Jaxton wasn't close with his father and didn't know how to feel after his death. While he did miss him, he didn't really have any fond memories. They didn't do anything together. He sometimes wondered though what life would've been like if his father hadn't been hurt so badly. If bull riding would also be his passion and the thing he and his father bonded over. Thinking about it though was something Jax didn't like to do. There were too many what ifs. Though he likes the past his past isn't something he likes to think or talk about.
At the age of 18 Jax moved in his aunt and uncle. His mother had fallen ill and had to stay in the hospital for a few months. He didn't like how everyone was talking back at the town and decided to leave. It was when he transferred schools that he met another guy like him. Jaxton had never dated when he met Asher. There was no one at his town or school that he was interested in. He and Asher had started out as friends first, they had been friends for two years before Asher asked out Jaxton. Asher was Jaxton's only friend, the person he told everything to, so when Ash asked him out Jax only knew to say yes. He didn't see how this could go wrong.
For two years their relationship was the best. Jaxton went on his first date, had his first kiss, everything he realized he had been wanting. When Jaxton turned 22 they moved in together, wanting to further their relationship. It wasn't till then that Jax saw Asher's abusive side. It started off small, slight push here a bit of scolding, though it soon escalated. He was covering up marks and trying to keep from breaking apart. Jaxton didn't know where to go or who to turn to, he didn't really have any other friends. Asher was all he had had since he left his small town.
With nowhere or no one to turn to he endured it for a year. Jax probably would have suffered longer were it not for Asher getting a DUI one night when coming home from a party and crashing into another car. Jax knew this was his chance to leave, Asher wasn't there to persuade him or try to follow him. He packed what he could and left that night, booking a flight to Minnesota and ready to start his life over and follow his passion of history.
While living with Asher he had thought his dreams of pursuing history and majoring in it were washed away, but by getting away he realized they weren't. He could live on his own and only worry about himself. Jaxton has only been living in Minnesota for a month, having just enrolled for his first classes at the college. He's made a promise to himself to not date till he was ready, till he had his life in line. He wanted to focus on himself and no one else....
So i kinda wrote a lot xD
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Name: Grayson (gray) Kit Reed
Nickname: Gray
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Major: Criminal Justice
Minor: none right now
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Hair: Dark Brown with slight highlights
Eyes: Olive green with brown towards the pupils
Build: Medium build- Somewhat muscular
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Background:
At a young age, Grayson was very into police officers and the justice system. In elementary school, it was all he'd do projects on. Police this, judge that. He was never really teased in elementary school for his likes, back then everybody liked most everyone.
In middle school, he began to do more research, learn more and take specilizd middle school classes in basic forensic science. The reality soon set in with his parents that he was set on being in the Criminal Justice league. His parents were happy to help him realize his dream, however, his older brother, Oliver, ofte nwas favored. He was the first person in the family to go to college, and therefore was special. While it upset Gray, he simply pushed it off to the side and continued his hobby.
In high school, he took tech classes, participating in the paramedics and fire fighting classes at the local college where he got in depth sight to some of the criminal justice ideas. During high school, his father passed away to a stroke at 45 years old. While Gray was saddened by this news, it was clear the Olive and his mother were heart broken. His death soon separated him from his mother and brother, and he knew it was up to himself to figure out his career and life choices. During high school, he figured out he was gay. He moved away from his Mother and brother to a crappy apartment to live and work alone. He met Anthony as a junior in highschool, and soon they got it on.
Grayson really loved Anthony, probably because he was the only person there for him anymore. He never realized how unhealthy their relationship really was for several years. Anthony moved in with him senior year, and after they graduated high school, they both went to the community college for a few years to do some gen ed classes. Gray worked a part time job, and so did Anthony.
As Grayson began to make friends in college, he finally was realizing how toxic his relationship was. While Anthony was not physically abusive, he was emotionally abusive. Grayson could recount how he felt, the guilt he carried with him, the disappointment in himself, and the overwhelming feeling to please his boyfriend. The way Anthony talked to him was demeaning, he was in control, and he made sure.
After two years, Grayson finally found courage after Anthony began to grab his wrists extra tight sometimes to figure out a plan to leave. When Anthony was at work one day, Grayson packed and left, using what money he had for a bus to move to Minnesota, miles away from where he had lived in Oregon.
Once in St.Paul, he settled down in a crappy apartment off campus, joined the criminal justice major program at Concordia University, and has tried to keep a low profile. His previous relationship with Anthony had left a toll on his mental state, and how he felt around other people. He was always anxious that Anthony was going to find him again, so he tries to pay in cash everywhere he goes. [/center]
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Name: Grayson (gray) Kit Reed
Nickname: Gray
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Major: Criminal Justice
Minor: none right now
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Hair: Dark Brown with slight highlights
Eyes: Olive green with brown towards the pupils
Build: Medium build- Somewhat muscular
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Background:
At a young age, Grayson was very into police officers and the justice system. In elementary school, it was all he'd do projects on. Police this, judge that. He was never really teased in elementary school for his likes, back then everybody liked most everyone.
In middle school, he began to do more research, learn more and take specilizd middle school classes in basic forensic science. The reality soon set in with his parents that he was set on being in the Criminal Justice league. His parents were happy to help him realize his dream, however, his older brother, Oliver, ofte nwas favored. He was the first person in the family to go to college, and therefore was special. While it upset Gray, he simply pushed it off to the side and continued his hobby.
In high school, he took tech classes, participating in the paramedics and fire fighting classes at the local college where he got in depth sight to some of the criminal justice ideas. During high school, his father passed away to a stroke at 45 years old. While Gray was saddened by this news, it was clear the Olive and his mother were heart broken. His death soon separated him from his mother and brother, and he knew it was up to himself to figure out his career and life choices. During high school, he figured out he was gay. He moved away from his Mother and brother to a crappy apartment to live and work alone. He met Anthony as a junior in highschool, and soon they got it on.
Grayson really loved Anthony, probably because he was the only person there for him anymore. He never realized how unhealthy their relationship really was for several years. Anthony moved in with him senior year, and after they graduated high school, they both went to the community college for a few years to do some gen ed classes. Gray worked a part time job, and so did Anthony.
As Grayson began to make friends in college, he finally was realizing how toxic his relationship was. While Anthony was not physically abusive, he was emotionally abusive. Grayson could recount how he felt, the guilt he carried with him, the disappointment in himself, and the overwhelming feeling to please his boyfriend. The way Anthony talked to him was demeaning, he was in control, and he made sure.
After two years, Grayson finally found courage after Anthony began to grab his wrists extra tight sometimes to figure out a plan to leave. When Anthony was at work one day, Grayson packed and left, using what money he had for a bus to move to Minnesota, miles away from where he had lived in Oregon.
Once in St.Paul, he settled down in a crappy apartment off campus, joined the criminal justice major program at Concordia University, and has tried to keep a low profile. His previous relationship with Anthony had left a toll on his mental state, and how he felt around other people. He was always anxious that Anthony was going to find him again, so he tries to pay in cash everywhere he goes.
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(Okay! Also my character has dark brown hair and brown eyes, I was gonna find a picture but then I forgot)
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(okay, that's fine! You can find it later.)
Grayson:
The blaring tune of "Seven Nation Army" had him sitting up in his bed, his covered pushed to his waist. He fumbled aimlessly with his hand to turn off his alarm on his phone. When it had been accomplished, all Gray could hear was the ringing in his ears from the silence that lingered in his studio apartment.
A yawn erupted from his mouth before he got to his feet, pushing his covers back and walking to the kitchen. He began to make himself some of the cheapest coffee he had found in a dollar store the city had. It had been rather sketchy getting the coffee, but everything was a new experience in St.Paul.
After his coffee had brewed, he stood in front of his apartment window, the warm mud steaming the glass slightly. Down below, traffic lined the city streets in the early morning. The sun was just noticeable behind a large building in front of him. He took a slow sip, this quiet almost spooking him. It had only been a few months away from Anthony but it felt like minutes. It felt as if he'd be behind him in a second.
Gray turned around, walking to his dresser. He set his coffee down and began to get dressed in some jeans and a sweater. It was a new life, and he was happy about it in all honesty. He was finally pursuing his criminal justice major, trying to figure out what to really be. A judge, or a lawyer...maybe a detective. He still didn't really know.
As soon as he was dressed, he grabbed his backpack and headed out to walk to the university about a mile or so away. The early morning walks always helped him relax a bit, get his anxious mind ready to start the day.
(okay, that's fine! You can find it later.)
Grayson:
The blaring tune of "Seven Nation Army" had him sitting up in his bed, his covered pushed to his waist. He fumbled aimlessly with his hand to turn off his alarm on his phone. When it had been accomplished, all Gray could hear was the ringing in his ears from the silence that lingered in his studio apartment.
A yawn erupted from his mouth before he got to his feet, pushing his covers back and walking to the kitchen. He began to make himself some of the cheapest coffee he had found in a dollar store the city had. It had been rather sketchy getting the coffee, but everything was a new experience in St.Paul.
After his coffee had brewed, he stood in front of his apartment window, the warm mud steaming the glass slightly. Down below, traffic lined the city streets in the early morning. The sun was just noticeable behind a large building in front of him. He took a slow sip, this quiet almost spooking him. It had only been a few months away from Anthony but it felt like minutes. It felt as if he'd be behind him in a second.
Gray turned around, walking to his dresser. He set his coffee down and began to get dressed in some jeans and a sweater. It was a new life, and he was happy about it in all honesty. He was finally pursuing his criminal justice major, trying to figure out what to really be. A judge, or a lawyer...maybe a detective. He still didn't really know.
As soon as he was dressed, he grabbed his backpack and headed out to walk to the university about a mile or so away. The early morning walks always helped him relax a bit, get his anxious mind ready to start the day.
Jaxton:
He had been up since day break, wearing nothing but jeans and standing in front of a blank canvas. He had the urge to pain but he didn't know what to paint or what colors to use. As the time neared for his class he gave up and went to shower. He'd been in a painting slump for weeks. He had tried to doodle to see if anything sparked his interest but it hadn't.
While in the shower he let his mind wander back to his hometown. To the ranches that had dotted the hills. The bulls and horses that roamed the grassy plains....perhaps he could paint that. Horses grazing, it would remind him of home without reminding him of everything that came with it.
Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and got dressed, grabbing his backpack and heading out the door. His apartment was small but just enough for him. What little stuff he had fit it in without making it feel to empty. Putting headphones in his ears as he walked, he tuned out the rest of the world. He could forget how noisy a city could be at times.
His walk to school was eventful and he made it thirty minutes early. Going inside he sat down at the desk and took out some scrap paper and began to draw horses. Whenever he wanted to paint he would sometimes draw out what he had in mind till he was ready to put it on canvas. There were times where he just went with what ever popped in his mind and painted, letting it turn out how it would.
As more people started to file in though he put away his scraps of paper and drawing and brought how the homework from last class and his text book. His other classes were in the later afternoon so he tended to spend the time after this class in the library, doing what ever he wanted.
Jaxton:
He had been up since day break, wearing nothing but jeans and standing in front of a blank canvas. He had the urge to pain but he didn't know what to paint or what colors to use. As the time neared for his class he gave up and went to shower. He'd been in a painting slump for weeks. He had tried to doodle to see if anything sparked his interest but it hadn't.
While in the shower he let his mind wander back to his hometown. To the ranches that had dotted the hills. The bulls and horses that roamed the grassy plains....perhaps he could paint that. Horses grazing, it would remind him of home without reminding him of everything that came with it.
Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and got dressed, grabbing his backpack and heading out the door. His apartment was small but just enough for him. What little stuff he had fit it in without making it feel to empty. Putting headphones in his ears as he walked, he tuned out the rest of the world. He could forget how noisy a city could be at times.
His walk to school was eventful and he made it thirty minutes early. Going inside he sat down at the desk and took out some scrap paper and began to draw horses. Whenever he wanted to paint he would sometimes draw out what he had in mind till he was ready to put it on canvas. There were times where he just went with what ever popped in his mind and painted, letting it turn out how it would.
As more people started to file in though he put away his scraps of paper and drawing and brought how the homework from last class and his text book. His other classes were in the later afternoon so he tended to spend the time after this class in the library, doing what ever he wanted.
Grayson:
He arrived quite early to his class, and sat in the back seat of the lecture hall. He put in some earbuds to listen to some music, and then pulled out a book about world war 2 and proceeded to read it.
More people began to come in, taking up seats everywhere. Some people pulled out laptops, and Grayson was very keen on watching them. What if somebody pulled out a gun? His mind already had a plan for that, and for a knife too. He was interrupted from his thoughts when somebody sat next to him. He ignored him, his leg began to bounce and he played with his book pages.
Soon, the professor was in class and began to teach about the court system. a 1 and a half hour lecture on it. Gray was interested and took good notes despite the hundred people that had filed in. Although, halfway through, Grayson began to doodle in the corner of his note book, not wanting to pay attention anymore.
Grayson:
He arrived quite early to his class, and sat in the back seat of the lecture hall. He put in some earbuds to listen to some music, and then pulled out a book about world war 2 and proceeded to read it.
More people began to come in, taking up seats everywhere. Some people pulled out laptops, and Grayson was very keen on watching them. What if somebody pulled out a gun? His mind already had a plan for that, and for a knife too. He was interrupted from his thoughts when somebody sat next to him. He ignored him, his leg began to bounce and he played with his book pages.
Soon, the professor was in class and began to teach about the court system. a 1 and a half hour lecture on it. Gray was interested and took good notes despite the hundred people that had filed in. Although, halfway through, Grayson began to doodle in the corner of his note book, not wanting to pay attention anymore.
Jaxton:
He hadn't noticed that someone was also in the classroom when he'd entered. He didn't typically pay attention to the students that much. He hadn't been in the class long and this one was the biggest out of all of them. He preferred the smaller classes, he felt more relax and was a bit more open during discussions and when asking the professor questions.
Normally Jax's mind was focused but today he was dream land. He didn't know why he couldn't focus but he also didn't try, normally it came naturally to him but today he had no such luck. While the professor talked he doodled horses on the bottom corner of his homework till he had to turn it in. Grabbing the assignment of the day he then returned to his seat and flipped open the book to start filling out the packet. He wanted to get it finished and turned in so he wouldn't have homework tonight.
Tonight Jaxton planned to work on his painting, his mind was now set on it and he knew what he wanted to draw and what colors he wanted to use. Tonight would be vital for him to get down on the canvas and think about his color mixing, he couldn't be distracted by anything. With his mind no focus he began to work through the packet quickly, tuning out the quiet chatter of his classmates.
Jaxton:
He hadn't noticed that someone was also in the classroom when he'd entered. He didn't typically pay attention to the students that much. He hadn't been in the class long and this one was the biggest out of all of them. He preferred the smaller classes, he felt more relax and was a bit more open during discussions and when asking the professor questions.
Normally Jax's mind was focused but today he was dream land. He didn't know why he couldn't focus but he also didn't try, normally it came naturally to him but today he had no such luck. While the professor talked he doodled horses on the bottom corner of his homework till he had to turn it in. Grabbing the assignment of the day he then returned to his seat and flipped open the book to start filling out the packet. He wanted to get it finished and turned in so he wouldn't have homework tonight.
Tonight Jaxton planned to work on his painting, his mind was now set on it and he knew what he wanted to draw and what colors he wanted to use. Tonight would be vital for him to get down on the canvas and think about his color mixing, he couldn't be distracted by anything. With his mind no focus he began to work through the packet quickly, tuning out the quiet chatter of his classmates.