KRAEMER, jacoby demetrius trotter [F]

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

JACOBY DEMETRIUS TROTTER KRAEMER
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

Fuck you and fuck your morals, got it?

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Jacoby Demetrius Trotter Kraemer
NICKNAMES jacob, coby, kraemer, demi (if you're special)
AGE Eighteen (October 31st)
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Single, but a swinger
RACE Demigod
YEARS AT CAMP Seven
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Junior
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES Jacoby, most of the time, can sense when someone has died and gone into the underworld. He can communicate with the dead and control them to an extent. Something he's good at is controlling skeletons and getting them to do his will while he's also able to manipulate shadows for his own use. Like all other demigods, Jacoby is ADHD and dyslexic.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR Jacoby has moderately long black hair that, depending on his mood, he will let grow long and very gothic looking or he'll cut it short and spike it up. His hair has a little natural wave to it that's noticeable when it's down. Occasionally, he does straighten it but he doesn't do that as often anymore.
EYES Jacoby has dark colored eyes set an average distance apart. Most people describe his eyes as being a warm, chocolate brown or a dark, emotionless black in different lightings. He's very good at keeping his emotions out of his eyes unless you're one of his close friends.
SCARS He has only one scar that most people ever notice and its a six inch slice across the back of his shoulder from a training accident.
TATTOOS Jacoby has many, many tattoos. The first tattoo he got was the number one on his right thumb. The next is his last name, Kraemer, across the backs of his shoulders; it doesn't look as normal because of the scar going through it. His most recognizable tattoos are the monsters that decorate both of his arms, most of which appear to be in pain. Coby also has the Roman numeral 7 behind his left ear and a slightly demonic grim reaper tattooed to the outside of his left calf. Marlboro is tattooed across his fingers and he has a coffin on the side of his right middle finger. One of his newest tattoos is a phoenix on his lower back.
PIERCINGS Jacoby has both of his ears pierced and a nose ring. Depending on his mood, he'll wear his nose ring or not.
PLAY-BY Synyster Gates//Brian Haner

APPEARANCE Jacoby's not as beastly looking as he appears to be. He's six feet tall but doesn't look it all the time. Most of his clothes are dark greys, blacks, reds, or whites so he doesn't stand out a lot. Depending on how much time he spends in the sun, he's either a little fair-skinned or a light, bronze color. He's known for his high cheekbones and dark eyes. Coby is pretty athletic and in good shape from exericisng and working out. The whole don't-fuck-with-me vibe goes unhidden when you're around him, especially with his dark attire and tattoos. The kid's not all bad, he just doesn't normally like people.
WARDROBE When he's at school, Caden wears blacks, greys, reds, or whites. By nature, he's not a very comfortable person except for his tattoos. His clothes are mostly jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, v-necks, and one pair of camo shorts that never match his shirt because he likes to piss people off. Most of the time you can see him wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped or cut off. With his shoes they're either a pair of converse, Adidas, Nike, or just flip flops if he's feeling lazy. Most of his clothes tend to be wrinkled because he hates folding clothes so there you go. At school he'll wear the t-shirt and basketball shorrts or jeans with some kind of athletic shoe. One thing about Colby is he likes his hats, fedoras or just plain ball caps or trucker hats are some of his favorite things and he'll usually wear them with bandanas underneath. He wears some rings, bracelets, and necklaces occasionally along with his piercings and, sometimes, his multiple belts. The guy also wears eyeliner and black nail polish but don't say anything about it, he has no problem with beating you up.

DON'T JUDGE ME
AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU

LIKES

• his guitar
  
• sex (he's a teenage guy)
  
• girls
  
• vodka
  
• whiskey
  
• fighting
  
• staying up late
  
• smoking
  
• partying
  
• caffeine
  
• skulls
  
• scaring people
  
• pranking
  
• exercising
  
• hanging out
  
• sleeping in late
  
• reading, surprisingly
  
• wife-beaters (the shirts)
  
• good music
  
• screamo
  
• violence of any nature
  
• the dark
  
• big dogs

DISLIKES

• overwhelmingly bright lights
  
• homework
  
• school
  
• his human dad
  
• "sunny" people
  
• losing
  
• being embarassed
  
• getting in trouble for something he didn't do
  
• parents
  
• formal events
  
• shitty tattoos
  
• the color pink
  
• frou-frou drinks
  
• bitchy girls
  
• romance novels/chick flicks
  
• sunny weather all the time
  
• cats
  
• pop music
  
• his ADHD
  
• school work
  
• having to wear a suit
  
• doing laundry

FEARS

• his human dad
  
• spiders
  
• deep water
  
• planes

SECRETS His mom was beaten to death by his human dad when he was ten; never told anyone.

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Jacoby, like most people, is a diverse person. The dark side of his personality often dominates his nicer part, so you might want to know about that. Coby doesn't giving a fuck, that's the damnable bottom line. He doesn't care if he hurts someone or maims them. He was raised in a violent home so to him, it all makes sense. No one taught him any different and he doesn't know any better. He loves to fight and when he fights, it's never a fair fight. Coby doens't tell people that he's going to fight them, he'll sneak up behind you and take you out whenever he feels like it. Despite this behavior, he isn't really socially awkward. The kid is very charming and fun to be around if he's showing you that side. Often times, that attitude is just to lure you in and then you'll really see who he is. A violent, uncaring asshole who knows what he wants and won't stop till he gets it. If people get in his way, it doesn't stop him. They're all just a little obstacle and he'll step right over them to get what he wants. It's the competitive drive in him that keeps him going. If Jacoby wants as competitive as he was, he would have never survived his home life. It's survival of the fittest and he'll be damned if he's going down without a fight.

Fortunately, he isn't a complete demon, monster-child thing. He actually likes some people, most of them are like him though and that makes it easier for him to find friends. He's a diagnosed ADHD but he never takes the medication for it so Coby is way more random than what's probably good. But that's only on his good days when he's with friends. He can be courteous and appear to be a nice person if he's in the mood for that. There aren't a lot of things he gets attached to because of extenuating circumstances when he was kid, so if he gets attached to something, Jacoby's going to protect it. He loves music, which is one of the few things he loves. But what he hates is more often greater than what he loves. Jacoby is very protective of himself and the ones he counts as being his friends so you don't want to mess with those things. On a happier note, he likes having fun. So what if his fun is a little demented and comes mostly from slightly hurting other people, at least he's cracking a smile and enjoying himself. And there are worse things that he could so count your blessings he's really only messing around when he covers you with tar and feathers. After all, it's not like Jacoby's REALLY trying to embarrass, hurt, and/or main you. At least not at once.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Hades
MORTAL PARENT Valaria Renee Louisa Kraemer (nee: Kitsen)- 32 - deceased - mother
SIBLINGS Taylor Michelle Kierstin Kraemer - 15 - female
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Tyler Jarid Kraemer - 46 - human father
Kaitlyn Maryse Beaumont - 39 - told Jacoby about being a Demigod
ORIGIN Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (born)
New York City, New York (raised)
HISTORY Jacoby Demetrius Trotter Kraemer, in keeping with his mother's side of the family's use of four names, was born as the Demigod son of Hades and the half-mortal son of Valaria Renee Louisa Kraemer. His human father, Tyler, was originally from New York and on vacation when he met Valaria. The two were married not long after she found out that she was pregnant at the age of 22, Tyler 29. Jacoby was born on October 31st, coincedently his soon to be favorite national holiday, in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. After spending a few months in South Carolina, Tyler moved the young boy and his mother to his home in New York City, New York. The city was a major change of scenery for Valaria who had lived her entire life on the beautiful beach. For all it was worth, she was perfect for the arm candy that Tyler desired. And to serve as his personal punching bag.

The abuse started just a year after Jacoby's younger sister, Taylor, was born. Thankfully, Taylor was a full-blood mortal. Coby was two years old at the time and he never saw his mother get hit then. Back then, Tyler kept his fists away from Valaria's face or any part of her body that would be visible to others. He never attacked Coby or attacked his mother infront of the kids. It didn't meant that they couldn't hear the screaming and crying and begging. Thankfully, he was too young to understand what was going on. Tyler hit Valaria because he noticed the differences between Jacoby and he. His son looked nothing like he did. Tyler had softer, rounder features while Jacoby had a sharp, aristocratic face structure. There were other reasons for the abuse, but that was one of the main points. The first time he saw his mother get hit, it terrified him. After all, his mother was one of the strongest people he knew and his father had always been nice to him. And now he was hititng her? Jacoby sat there, hidden in the shadow behind a door and watched his father hit his mother until she bled and whimpered, reduced to a pathetic heap of...nothing.

Tyler found his son there the next morning. He lied to his son, saying that if women didn't listen to men, then men could and would do whatever they wanted to them. Jacoby nodded, after all who was he supposed to believe? A few weeks later, Jacoby started school. He kept to himself but his mind often drifted from his school work to Taylor. Was she obeying dad? No, Dad worked during the day so she was fine. Teachers sent home letters that he was having problems paying attention with much anything during school and that he wasn't interacting well with other students. Tyler scoffed and Valaria remained silent, least she earned her husband's wrath. In the end, it didn't matter what she did. Her husband still beat her at night and at times, he made Jacoby sit and watch. He'd gotten in trouble at school for arguing with girls so he just sat there, terrified as always when forced to watch the abuse. Terrified that Tyler would come after him and hit him. Occasionally, it happened when his mom was too battered to be of any 'fun' to him. Coby would sit there, trying to be silent as his father hit him. Afterwards, he would cry and go into Taylor's room, sleeping on the floor.

At school, he found himself becoming more violent and angry. Hatred would well up in when a teacher would get on to him for not paying attention. Was it his fault that he didn't care about the class? Was it his fault that everything looked more fun outside? There were times where he wished he was as big as Tyler, then they would be scared of him. Sometimes, the teachers would back off when he looked up at them. His eyes would be dark and nothingness would be there, it was like he was pyschotic or a sociopath. It seemed the teachers would begin to let him do as he pleased rather than have to look at those angry, dark eyes. At home, Jacoby found himself becoming more and more protective of Taylor, scared that she would get hit. The abuse began to pick up, sometimes there would be late night hospital trips to the E.R. Sometimes, Jacoby would find his mother just passed out on the floor or in her room and then he'd sit there with her, just holding her limp hand. But she always got back up and got him to school somehow. When he got home, everything was fine.

Later, he found out that it was because of "Aunt" Kaitlyn. She was his mother's best friend in New York, and a former girlfriend of Tyler's. She knew about the abuse, tried to talk her into leaving but Valaria would never be able to face the shame of going home with two children. Kaitlyn would keep the house in working order, leaving before Tyler got home and tending to any of Coby's mother's injuries. Coby never told anyone when h was hit, he didn't want his dad to go after him more than he already did. Tyler was 39, Valaria was 32, Jacoby was 10, and Taylor was 8 when everything went to hell. Taylor had never been exposed to the violence and it always happened after she was fast asleep. Jacoby just had a problem sleeping and would sit up, listening to his parents yelling and screaming and crying. He clutched at his blankets, staring at the wall and praying to a God he didn't even believe in that it would all stop. And soon enough, everything was quite. He heard the front door slam shut behind his dad, he'd come to recognize those heavy footfalls by now, and he slowly uncurled from his blankets and fell asleep.

Morning dawned and everything was still silent. A peek out his window said that Tyler was already gone to work. He ran to his mother's room like he always did and grabbed her hand. It was cold and she didn't even respond, her eyes blank and sightless. Terrified again, he grabbed the phone and dialed half of Tyler's number before dropping the phone. After several seconds, he grabbed the phone again and dialed Kaitlyn's number. By now, Jacoby had been reduced to a little ball on the floor, crying and freaked out. Kaitlyn was there soon enough to make everything right, at least it seemed like that until the funeral. Kaitlyn came over every day, getting Taylor and Coby ready for school and picking them up. Jacob began to spend more time with his friends occasionally or not at home with his family. Sure, he was scared that Tyler would hit Taylor but he didn't want to go home and see the man who killed his mother. It was a few days after he turned eleven that Jacoby ended up in the hospital, mauled within an inch of his life. Tyler stopped by once to make sure he was alive while Kaitlyn brought Taylor a few times once he was conscious and could form a normal sentence.

Kaitlyn finally broke down and told him after his fifth day in the hospital. He was the Demigod son of Hades, yadda yadda yadda. Well, not really yadda yadda yadda. Maybe it was the fact that morphine was still being pumped into his body that Jacoby believed her. Once he was healed completely and allowed to leave the hospital, Kaitlyn took him to Camp Halfblood. After a few weeks of being at Camp Halfblood Jacoby accidentally called several skeletons to life. Needless to say, people freaked out and soon enough Hades revealed that Jacoby was his son. There wasn't another god or goddess that was likely enough to be his parent so it went uncontested. As far as he knew, Taylor and Tyler knew nothing of his "dirty little secret". That was fine with him. For the past six or so years, Jacoby has been spending his summers at Camp Halfblood while attending a private prep school in New York City, acting like a normal human being. It's amazing he hasn't been expelled yet with the amount of fights that he gets into. He doesn't really care anyways. As long as Tyler's keeping his damned fists to himself, Jacoby does what every normal teenager does. Booze, cigarettes, and sex, with just a little bit of talking to his dead mother on the side. Afterall, he's supposed to be a normal teenager isn't he?

SENTENCE OF ME Jacoby is an egostistical, tattooed womanizer who has issues with parents.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS adrian
AGE 15
RULE WORDS ADMIN EDIT
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? [e-mail] - msn messenger
[e-mail] - email
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? skylarr

Lucas watched the girl out of the corner of his eyes as he worked in the general vinicity of her. She interested him, which was a bad thing. He could be a bad or a good influence on people, depending on the situation of course. He liked to drink and some girls thought that if he drank all the time, then they should to. And then their parents got pissed off at him when he brought them home drunk. Of course they may have gotten pissed off at the fact that he just kind of put them over his shoulder, walked up to the house, and rang the doorbell. What did they want him to do? Carry them bride style or just drag them behind him. Then he had his short spells where he didn't drink so much but he was just extremely laid back. Those were the times when he was a good influence, technically. He would drink but it wasn't excessively. All in all though, Lucas being interested in a girl could be a good or bad thing. And normally he didn't like getting involved with girls that he could tell had problems. He was pretty good but not amazing at reading people and he could tell that the girl had some issues of her. He had plenty of issues, trust issues being one of the main ones. The nineteen year old honestly did care for his female friends, he would do anything for them. But there were only a select few that he would actually try and help with their problems.

For some reason, everyone saw Lucas as the go to guy for their problems. It was like he was supposed to solve all of their problems but never be able to solve his own. And that pissed him off so fucking bad. Sometimes he wanted to tell people that he couldn't help them, there were a few people that he could tell that to. But there were only one or two that he couldn't. The most important was probably Ella Heartly. He loved her like a younger sister, so he listened to her problems and tried to help when and where he could. She was the one exception for his rule. The growing interest in the young woman before him might become yet another exception to that rule if they did become friends. Or more. He noticed her curious expression in his choice in drink. It brought a tiny smirk to his face as he rolled the bottle in between his hands momentarily. She wasn't the first to look at him like that. Most people could not comprehend why he would choose to drink water, even if he was underage. An assload of self-control was involved, but the only reason he did it was to keep his job. Anastasia was the only reason why he would force himself to drink the water, even if he didn't want it. The girl pulled his attention back to her when she started speaking. Was he afraid of her? Hell no. To be afraid of you, I'd probably have to get to know you first. But no, I'm not afraid of you. Are you afraid of me though? Most people were scared of Lucas and he didn't blame them. He could be a scary person.

For some reason, people were more afraid of his tattoos. They assumed that because he had tattoos, he was a bad person and therefore could not be trusted. And people couldn't be anymore wrong. That was why Lucas didn't listen to the gossip about himself, it was all just a bunch of bull shit. Oh, he heard the talk about him, but he didn't care. No one would dare say anything to his face or if he was in the general area, so he liked that feeling. He threatened them by being there. While not extremely tall, Lucas was tall enough and strong enough to pose a threat to most of the so-called jocks at Brookdale. Everyone assumed he was dangerous because he wasn't rich, well that was good enough for him. She said that she liked tattoos before showing him hers. She only had one, or so he assumed, and it was nicely done. He liked it, even if it wasn't necessarily his type of tattoo. His sleeve tattoos were probably the scariest ones he had because they were all monsters. For some reason, they comforted his daughter. She seemed to think that since all the monsters were on his arms, then none of them could be hiding in her room. Nice. Does it have a meaning or was it spur of the moment? He asked while cleaning a glass. Most of his were spur of the moment tattoos. The monsters were done generally because he liked monsters. The stupidest tattoo he had, in his opinion was the one on his right thumb knuckle. That one was just stupid.

He could feel the girl looking at him occasionally while he helped Jess. If he wasn't working, he would probably be looking at her himself. She was hot in his opinion. She didn't look like every other girl in New York and nor did she care to try to fit in. Uniqueness was what he looked for in people. Most of the time, they were the people who couldn't give a fuck about what was important and just liked having fun. And having fun was good, even if it was sometimes illegal. When she answered his reprimand, her response made him laugh quietly. It brought a smile to his face and twinkle to his brown eyes. I think when someone starts insulting themselves, they have had too much to drink. And that's when they start making asses out of themselves, whether its caused by their drinking or out of sheer naturalness. Lucas said, taking another swallow from his water bottle. Thankfully, his need to drink had shrunk enough that it wasn't a pain anymore. It was always awkward to him for some reason when he was pouring someone's drink and he wanted to drink it right then and there. Of course he did have self-control and will-power so it wasn't as big of a problem as it normally would have been. He really needed to find something else to occupy his time with instead of drinking, though. One day things would end up horribly wrong and he would only have himself to blame because of it.

That's New York for you though. No one gives a shit about the repercussions of what they do. That was true. He saw too many people drinking too young, doing drugs, car wrecks. A lot of people who didn't deserve to have things happen to them got hurt. Innocent kids crossing the street getting hit by cars, drunk drivers, none of it was new and none of it was a surprise to anyone New Yorker. They had come to accept it, feel bad for two seconds and move on. No one was infallible and everything you did had a reaction. Later in life, he would have a bad liver if he didn't stop drinking or get it under control. And the transplant lists wouldn't give him because he knew the dangers of drinking and he still chose to do it anyways. That would be a repercussion that he could care less about right now. The present was what he focused on, the past snuck into that a lot of the time as well. You wouldn't be the first or the last person to have ignored rules. Would you rather wallow in self-pity for the rest of your life or grow the fuck up and move on with your life? Life doesn't wait around for anyone. Why did he have to give the weird, sometimes motivational speeches? That was so fucked up and over-rated. And extremely cliched. Of course the kid no one trusts gets all the good advice but no one will listen. How cliche is that? Hm? Extremely, thats how cliche it was.

Her spluttering at his statement about being in his second year of his senior year made him grin. That was the reaction, or one of them, that he had been expecting. Most people would just drop out if they failed their senior year and get their GED online or something. Unfortunately, he hadn't been allowed to do that so Lucas just went back to Brookdale for his second year of twelth grade. It wasn't too bad but it was extremely annoying have to deal with all the former juniors being seniors. There were some people like him who thought that he should be afraid of them because they were younger. Bull shit. Well, I need my GED and I don't feel like doing online courses. So I figured that I would spend one more year with all you lovely people at Brookdale. There was a slight layer of sarcasm to his voice when he spoke, but other than that he was being serious. He did need his GED and he hated online courses. The tattooed senior hadn't missed the tone her voice had taken but he ignored it for her own benefit. People reacted like that a lot so he didn't really care. As long as she didn't decide to start acting like that to him the rest of the night. He would talk to mostly one customer as long as they stayed before moving on. And if she wanted to get bitchy with him, then there were plenty of other people that he could talk to. And ninety-nine percent of them would be female and extremely willing to talk to him. When she gave him her name, he glanced at her briefly before looking away. It fit her well. Your name suits you. It's different and not like most of the predictable names you do come across everyday. And he meant that.

I GUESS I'LL GO
BEST BE ON MY WAY OUT

[(Spike)]

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