Name: Jay Orion BlackburnNickname: Bird credit to his best friend, JackieAge: 22Appearance:Personality: Jay's a decently nice guy; though a little rough around the edges. He's polite, but some people wouldn't exactly call him nice. He's authoritative when needs be (otherwise his teaching career wouldn't be all that succesful), but he's the kind of man you'll catch grabbing a beer at the end of the week with a few friends, perhaps catch someone's eye for the night. After all, he's still a young adult and despite wanting a steady life as soon as he can, he's got some personal goals. He's pretty passive and isn't a big fan of PDA. Other:❊ He's actually still in University, but is currently under evaluation which consists of taking two classes under his wing and teaching them as if he were their real teacher. His examination lasts three months.❊ Jay currently lives on his own with two cats and with a recent new pup he found on the streets a few weeks ago. ❊ The only family Jay has left is both his sister and twin brother. His mother passed away due to a terminal illness and his father died driving under the influence,❊ He underwent an emergency surgery once to get his appendix removed. ❊ He's a Biology and History geek.
It was surprising that Jay had allowed himself simply one beer tonight. Though he had a good reason not to drown himself as he often did on weekends, tomorrow was his first day of his examination at the local high school and arriving carrying the weight of last night's hangover wasn't exactly the greatest way to make a decent first impression. Such reason was why he was currently on his way back home at merely a quarter past eleven at night. He'd left Mike and Sandra to their own devices, seeing as chemistry hadn't waited too long to begin sizzling between the two. He'd always been a kick ass matchmaker.Judging by the lack of stars adorning the painted black, clouded sky, a rainstorm was going to hit this city within a few minutes. Heaving a sigh, Jay leaned back in his driver's seat and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in sync with an invisible melody. He hummed softly under his breath, until an unnerving sight caught his attention. At first it looked as if someone had fallen over and the other was trying to help them up, but the closer he got and the slower he drove, the details grew all too clear. His foot slammed on the brakes, lurching him forward slightly but he was soon undoing his seat-belt, nearly launching himself out of his car. “Hey!” His voice boomed in the dead of the night as he hurried over. “Get off of her.” Jay gave the boy no choice as he clamped his hand on the back of some sports jock jacket and ripped him off of her (although it took some effort). Without thinking, his fist raised and connected with the boy's jaw. The sound brought a satisfying rush of adrenaline. The urge to clip him again nearly overcame him, but being an adult and seeing as this fucker was probably a teen, it didn't seem as if he'd be winning any court case. “Fuck off, mate,” Jay growled, the ghost of his Australian accent resonated in his baritone vocals. Granted his height of six feet three inches, intimidation had never required much effort on his part. The only fault was his lack of muscle; Jay had always been a skinny boy, much to his dismay. Lean, sturdy muscles was what he'd have to live with the remainder of his life. After a hearty shove and another warning, the guy finally stumbled off, grumbling absolute nonsense. Jay took a few, deep breaths in an attempt to calm the abundance of testosterone pent up in his fists and brain. Slowly, he turned around to face the girl, his features attempting to soften his features as to not frighten her; a disadvantage to his height. “Hey, it's alright,” He attempted, feeling the first signs of rain drop on his cheek. “A-are you okay?” He dared a small step toward, looking her over through squinted eyes because it was dark.
(Could you . . . not god-mode my character, please?))“Are you sure?” His voice echoed apprehensively, a hint of an unseen frown creasing his brow. He remained still, not wanting to frighten the poor girl more than he already was. God forbid she think him like the disingenuous asshole he'd peeled off of her. Allowing her the rightful privacy to pull up her pants without having someone watching, he shifted sideways, his gaze fixed on the path her aggressor had taken. However, when he felt her shoulder brush past him, he looked down at her, intrigued. What was she talking about? What kind of man would it make him if he were to let some poor, vulnerable girl walk home on her own when grabby creatures reeked every alleyway.She was much too easy to lure, much like a moth and its flame. There was no question, he wasn't going to let this moth burn.Instinctively, his arm reached out and grabbed her elbow gently, only wanting to aid her. However, seeing her glare, he dropped his hand back to his side. “Let me give you a ride home,” He offered politely, gesturing to his car who's headlights were still on, the driver's seat hanging open. “I can't let you walk off by yourself, not with creeps like him roaming around.” He tried to make her understand that he wanted to keep her safe.
Once behind the wheel, Jay exhaled the very last bit of adrenaline, his muscles visibly relaxing as he leaned back into the seat of his car. He ignited the engine and carefully pulled himself out of the sloppy parking job he'd dared display in his hurried attempt to fend the asshole off. He nodded when she gave him her address, turning the curb smoothly. He knew where that was; in fact, he didn't live too far away. About eight blocks away if his memory served him right.He glanced over at the brunette, quickly checking her over to see if she'd severed any wounds. She seemed fine from what he could tell, she'd been able to walk so most likely no broken bones. “Do you want me to come in and talk to your parents? Tell them what happened?” He asked carefully, once again, simply wanting to help. He thought that it would be one way of explaining things without having her have to do it. After all, he could only imagine how shaken up she was, especially after that. Moreover, she was clearly intoxicated and would most likely smudge up a few of the details.As one might be able to tell, this wasn't Jay's first time coming to a young girl's rescue. Jay would admit that it happened more times than it should in one's average lifetime. A good while of driving in silence, Jay finally pulled up at the girl's house, glancing at it through her window. “Is this it?” He asked her, momentarily cutting the engine; he was in no rush.
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