DAVISON, JAYDEN L.

[jayden]

FULL NAME jayden lane davison
NICKNAMES jay
AGE twenty-two
GENDER male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION homosexual
SOCIAL GROUP & OCCUPATION local, stage crew and ocassional performer at the house of blues
ORIGINAL OR CANON both
PLAYED BY BRENDON EFFING URIE

LIKES music, piano, guitar, singing, laughing, livejournal, being loud and outgoing, blink-182, the counting crows, the beatles, bob dylan, acoustic music, surfing, iced tea, corona, mojitos, sleeping all day and staying up all night, bonfires, warm weather, california, the beach at night, skinny dipping, being naked in general, red bull, skittles, cherry turnovers, marzipan, disney movies, sidekicks, eyeliner, straight irons, sexiness, vampires, whistling, old video games, carnivals, suspenders, sunglasses, his lavender hoodie, his bright red glasses, freedom, sub sandwiches, driving dangerously/ridiculously fast, brightly colored nikes, skinny jeans, pranks, inside jokes, this is spinal tap, bob marley, dogs, pot, cigarettes, walking around, holding hands, snuggling, kisses, amusement parks, hawaii, foreign countries, weird or offbeat things, shouting, tuna fish, and, of course, his boyfrand<3
DISLIKES his ADHD, organized religion, hardcore drugs, needles, liars, fakes, sellouts, sluts, school, nosiness, people who don't appreciate music, his parents, colds, burnt popcorn, stereotypes, homophobes, taking medicine, when people call the color lavender "purple," misunderstandings, sharks, judgement, extremely conservative and uptight people, alarm clocks, musician's block, humid weather, cold weather, getting lost, his tendency to put his foot in his mouth, bad hair days, paying for his weed and then having other people smoke it, coughing, arguing, piercings, blacking out, martinis, his voice cracking, broken guitar strings, lighting, his nose, limeade
PERSONALITY

warm & loving.
the first thing you'll notice about jayden is that he's always got this huge, stupid smile on his face. happiness just kind of radiates from the boy, and his giggles and goofiness are completely contagious. he always makes people feel good or feel better by cracking a joke or jumping around and, really, just being who he is. he's got this eternally welcoming aura around him, like you really should never be afraid to talk to him or approach him, and, really, you shouldn't. conversation and talking is definitely one of jayden's fortés, and he loves to chat with just about anyone: even total strangers. he loves hugs, cuddling, and that sort of thing, so if you ever need a shoulder to cry on (literally) or just someone to be there and hold you when you're down, jayden's the guy to go to. simply put: jayden loves love. the idea of it, feeling it, making it... of course, sometimes, jayden can get a little too loving, and the fact he will randomly shower you with kisses or hold your hand can creep some people out, but he doesn't give a care. as usual, jayden davison does what he does, is what he is, and doesn't let anyone hold him back.

loud & outgoing.
a lot of aspects of jay's personality can be considered either an blessing or a curse, and his rather...extroverted persona is definitely one of those cases. jayden's never, ever afraid to speak his mind. it's sort of like the word "fear" doesn't exist in the boy's vocabulary. he's never afraid to walk up to someone and say hi or make a new accquaintance, and he'll easily tell anyone they're being an ass, or that their shoes don't match their outfit, or that he thinks that's the worst song he's ever heard in his damn life. added to this, he's not exactly soft-spoken. he's never been. he talks loudly. he laughs loudly. he sings loudly. he runs around the house of blues, his apartment, and pretty much everywhere loudly...he just is loud. of course, he knows this annoys people, and he feels bad (especially when his lack-of-a-filter ends up hurting people's feelings), but he's accepted he's always been like this, and even though he does try to do better and watch his mouth, he'll probably never change. people will just have to deal.

obnoxious and crazy.
ADD. hyperactivity. both of these things jayden davison suffers from, and horribly so. he hates taking meds, so unless someone ties him down and makes him take them, or it's a serious occasion that really calls for him to be "responsible," he's not touching that ritalin bottle. because of this, he's always jumping around, always laughing and talking and moving around, and it annoys the hell out of everyone who knows him. amusement parks are his absolute favorite places to go (disneyland is his heaven), because there's always something for him to do. boredrom and sitting still are literally painful for him. he's loud. he's somewhat rude with the simple fact he doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks, and he has no fear. this can mean he pulls ridiculous stunts that freak the hell out of people just for the fun of it. he once tried to steal a car, he drives 80mph on back roads...you name it, if jayden hasn't already done it, he probably wouldn't be too scared to try it. he just tends to be blind to the dangers of things, to the damage he's doing to himself by doing drugs, drinking, or being stupid.

childish and needy.
honestly, jayden's probably just a six-year-old trapped in a twenty-two-year-old's body. aside from the obvious: his ADD, his obnoxiousness, his loudness, and his passionate love of sugar and disney, he's sort of...well, not the most responsible. he doesn't always take care of himself the greatest: smoking pot, drinking and staying up way too late...he always seems to need someone to pick up the pieces for him after he finds himself completely screwed up, and that happens a lot with his daring, carefree personality and habits. he's also pretty immature with his temper. he gets angry very, very quickly. he hates getting criticized, and he hates judgement, and whenever people frustrate him, annoy him, or insult him, he's not afraid to show it. he'll snap back at them rudely, being a total smart-ass and asshole, and it's pretty obvious he's pretty immature and unwise with his tongue and quick fuse. he can also hold a horrible grudge. he hasn't spoken to his parents in years, and he can be a stubbourn, annoying, angry little thing when he wants to be. when he gets upset, he gets upset. aside from this, jayden always seems to need love. and not even sex, really. well, sex is fine, sure, but he wants someone to really be there for him. to hold his hand or hug him, or give him kisses and cuddles. someone to help him when he's down, for once.

dedicated & passionate.
especially with his music, jayden really puts his all into everything. his music: piano, guitar, one of the other eight instruments he plays, is his life. he plays nonstop, really. to calm down, when he's bored, when he's sad, or just whenever. he can read music faster than he can recite his ABC's, and, truly, no music is music he "doesn't like." it's like free therapy. he gets so wound up in the songs, the music, and the lyrics, you could even call him obsessed--almost. he can come out of "music mode" pretty easily, and he can slip back in just as quickly, too. this passion and dedication carries over into his relationships, also, and the people he chooses to be around. he'll love you loads and loads, and he'll always be there for you, whether you're a friend or more.

HOMETOWN las vegas, nevada
MOTHER brian davison, 50, architect
FATHER grace davison, 45, secretary
SIBLINGS joshua davison, age 27, grad student, brother, matthew davison, 25, grad student, brother, issac davison, 23, college student, nani davison, 18, high school student
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES zephyr clayton
HISTORY


jayden lane davison was born the youngest of four boys on a bright, sunny, april day when spring was in full-swing. his family was loving, tight-knit, well-educated...what could go wrong? well, how about the fact they were extrememly devout, religious mormons, set on raising their children in accordance with the strictest church standards and hopefully leading them to live good, fruitful lives as members of the church in their futures? okay, okay. that's not so bad. the davisons weren't abusive or anything, but to jayden, his family and their beliefs were hell. from square one, the kid was a firecracker, never quite fitting in the mold that his parents had set for him. he was always running around, jumping off of things, climbing trees, screaming, laughing, and always pushing things to see how far he could take them. it took forever to get the little guy to actually act normal, and really, it didn't start happening until his parents finally gave in and put the boy on ritalin. compared to the three brothers before him, who were all perfect, obedient, smart little angels, jayden was quite a handful. his parents were always so exhausted, but they still loved him so much, continually taking the boy to church and raising him with what they believed to be the best teachings possible. and, really, aside from his obnoxious and hyperactive personality, jayden was a pretty popular little guy, and he had a good early life. he was demanding, but his fun-loving personality was addictive; he had a load of friends and was, in every sense of the word, adorable.

but then, along came puberty, and jayden's life completely started to change. during middle school, the boy started broadening his social horizons. he didn't always hang out with the "other mormon kids," like his parents wanted him to. he started hanging out with the other "band kids," (because for as long as he could remember, jayden had always had an instrument in his hand, and his love of music was, thankfully, something his parents supported and helped to nurture), the kids who listened to "rock music," (which was a big no-no) and drank caffeiene (also a big no-no). because, once jayden finally started to get a mind of his own...he didn't like the church of the latter-day saints. not at all. he didn't like how there were so many rules, so many restrictions, and how everything jayden seemed to love (bands, music, and eyeliner), and everything jayden was interested in (music, crazy pranks, and...boys?) was forbidden. it just didn't seem right, and as the kid grew older and older, he started pulling more and more away from what his parents wanted to what he wanted. he wanted the freedom to do whatever he wanted. that, as you can imagine, didn't go down well at all. the worst of it all came during high school, when jayden started rebelling the most. one day during freshman year he was caught smoking pot behind the school, and he was suspended for three days. the davisons flipped. they pulled the leash in tight on their youngest son, setting all kinds of new rules and curfews, but that didn't stop jayden at all. he just snuck out more and more, gong to shows and parties. he knew it pissed his parents off to no end, and he knew he was pushing it, but he didn't care. he liked rebelling; he liked seeing what was out there in the world: what he'd been missing for most of his sheltered life. besides, he wasn't his parents. he wasn't what his parents wanted, and he never would be. he accepted that, and he moved on. why couldn't they?

it all boiled over one day when jayden came back on a certain early morning after a party when he was seveteen years old. his parents went off on him, yelling about how if he didn't shape up, they couldn't take it anymore, and jayden, pissed, angry, and exhausted, cussed them out and told them he didn't give a damn what they did or what they decided. so, they kicked him out. they said he had one day to pack his things and leave, and the next morning, he'd be gone from their house and ex-communicated from the church. it was quite a blow to the kid, and he wasn't sure if he should be furious, heartbroken, terrifed, or maybe all three. but, he decided the one thing he didn't want was to have to say goodbye to his family, to his younger sister, the one person he got along with, or have to deal with his parents again, so that night, jayden packed a bag and left. just left. you could call it "running away," but he prefers to call it simply "leaving." hell, that's what would have happened anyway, right?

jayden crashed at a friend's house: not one of his "good friends"--some guy from a band jayden had been to see and gotten along with the singer. it was hell to start off with. he was so young, so immature, and foolish with his partying and habits. it took a while for him to find his place, and a lot of rough lessons. his "friend" beat the shit out of him one night and kicked him out, so jayden went back to the only world that ever worked for him: music. he got a job as a band tech, and he went on tour with them, leaving vegas, finally getting to see the country. he bounced from city to city, loving it all. sure, it was dangerous, but he didn't care. he learned a lot, sort of came into himsef. he knew music was always his thing, always his passion, and being this close to the music world was just great. he had nothing to hold him back.

finally, by the time jayden was nineteen, the band landed in chicago. jayden decided he liked the city enough to stay a bit. he quit working for the tour, and he and his boyfriend (yes, boyfriend: along with other things, jayden really discovered and embraced his homosexuality during the years) got an apartment for sixth months or so. they broke up when his boyfriend went back on tour, of course, but jayden took it pretty well. he was finally able to handle himself...decently. he still likes his partying, drinking, and weed, unfortunately, but he's not doing too badly. he found himself a new place, new friends, and went to work at the house of blues (kind of a dream come true, really). he even gets to perform there, every now and again, and it's weird, actually performing on the stage rather than handling things in the back, but he loves it. he loves this; music is his life.

YOUR ALIAS kay
YOUR AGE 98765434567890098765456789 (i am obviously a loser for lying, then.)
ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE uh...i think two years.
EXAMPLE

A sigh escaped the twenty year old's lips as his fingers flew over the small keypad of his Sidekick, skillfully typing some reply to whomever had bothered to IM him. And, really, he tried not to sound too snappy with his answer, but he couldn't help it. He had woken up earlier than he normally did in the morning, dragging his skinny ass out of his soft, warm bed at 4AM, because even though he didn't have to pick up his best friend until one that afternoon, he had a load of work and errands to get completed.

Oh, the joys of being the publicist of one of the biggest record companies in The States. You have to deal with smart-ass journalists and the annoying-as-hell-press, working late hours to try and think and type up well-worded and somewhat polite responses (as "polite" as Adrien Ross can get, of course, with his habitual, sharp sarcasm), all while trying to keep your own life nice and organized, smoothly-running, just like he liked it. He was somewhat OCD with cleanliness, orderliness, and timeliness, and when anything got out-of-whack, he sort of freaked out. So, really, he sort of screwed himself over with being so particular about everything, but, that was too bad. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly change that about himself.

Then again, really, he didn't have it too bad, when he thought about it. Compared to his best friend, Harlow, who ran the entire damn company while being the lead singer of a super popular band, Adrien's life was really rather easy. His best friend was always exhausted (especially lately, for some reason), and he always seemed to be either on tour, flying off here or there to see this band play, or talk with this business rep, ect, ect. Or, he was partying (yeah, can't forget that last one). So, really, Adrien probably had a pretty smooth, predictable, not-too-upsetting life when put in contrast to Harlow's.

In fact, Harlow's crazy schedule was the reason Adrien was standing there, at Arrival Gate 6 of Las Vegas Regional Airport, trying really hard not to feel really bitchy, impatient, and frustrated.

Minimizing the IM he had just answered, Adrien's sunglasses-shielded (even though he was inside, it was quite a bright, spring day, and the huge airport windows weren't helping as they let in tons of reflected sunlight) gaze turned up to the people in front of him. The airport exit ramp/area wasn't totally packed, just yet, because the New York flight hadn't landed, but Adrien could only expect it to get like a madhouse very soon. God, he hated airports. They were always so dreadfully busy, and filled with success-obsessed, rude bussiness people chattering on their cellphones and not giving a damn if they bumped into you or pushed you out of the way to catch their oh-so-important flights. He never knew how he ended up always being the one to pick up people at airports. People always asked him, because, apparently he was really "responsible" and "always arrived on time". And, for some reason, Adrien always had a hard time saying "no" when asked. So, despite the fact he hated the damn places, he found himself trekking up long, huge hallways, passing security and bustling, very irritating travelers more often than not, heading to whatever gate whatever plane his aformentioned friend was arriving at.

Really, it wasn't fair how nice he was, sometimes.

"Sometimes" being the keyword, there.

He was only "sometimes" nice to people he really cared about.

And, Harlow, of course, fell into that category, being his absolute best friend (and love of his life), and all.

To be honest, despite the fact he was really sleepy, somewhat cranky, and in bitchy!Adrien mode, he still found there was a slight smile on his face as he watched the big, white airplane descend onto the landing strip outside (while thinking, somewhat more amused than he probably should be, that his friend would probably be quite upset as it did so. Harlow hated flying and always freaked out around planes)

He missed Harlow; he hadn't been able to see the boy off three days ago, as he had some conference to go to, and before he left, the two hadn't been able to really hang out much. They were both so busy. And, Adrien had to admit, it was hard to not be able to see his best friend as much as he would have liked, because, back when they were younger, for pretty much nine, ten years, they hung out with each other non-stop. It was odd not being around him pretty much 24/7. The boy was quite looking forward to finally being able to spend some time with the other, at least for a few hours, before they had to be apart for whatever reason, again.

A smirk slipped onto Adrien's lips as he began to see the first few passengers trickling out of the gate. A few moments passed until he finally spotted his best friend, clad in a bright yellow hoodie and equally-bright blue sweatpants, a pair of sunglasses covering his big brown eyes. Inhaling deeply, he felt the butterflies start up in his stomach from excitement, and he suddenly wasn't that tired and irritated, anymore.

Tucking his Sidekick away in his dark blue skinny jean's back pocket, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, he smiled brightly. "Harlow!" he called, waving a bit to his friend, taking a few steps forward to meet him. As he got closer, he noticed the irritated look on his bestie's face, and he couldn't help as a smirk replaced his smile. "What are you so upest about?" He laughed, and then added, (sarcastically, of course, or, at least, a little sarcastically), after scanning his friend's outfit once more, "And, forget to get dressed this morning? What are you wearing?" Compared to Adrien's white, button-down dress shirt, black dress jacket, and hundred-dollar skinny jeans (yeah, 100 bucks for a pair of jeans. But, Adrien didn't care; they looked really hot on him), Harlow's somewhat pajama-esque attire was really funny to see, especially with the two standing right next to each other.

But, of course, after Adrien said it, he made sure to let Harlow know it was all in good humor. Because, quickly, a soft, quite rarely sincere, loving smile came onto his face, and he whispered out, "I missed you. A lot."