Post by Justin Novak on Nov 14, 2009 22:44:21 GMT -6
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JustinThomasNovakbonjour, my name is JESS. i've got 19
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for 5 YEARS and i live in the MOUNTAIN timezone.
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name , Justin Thomas Novak
nicknames , n/a
age & date of birth , 21, June 17
gender , male
sexual orientation , heterosexual
played by , Channing Tatum
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height , 6'1"
weight , 170 lbs
basic appearance, At first glance, Justin looks like your typical criminal. On second glance... he still looks the same. He is a tall 6'1", and his frame, though perhaps borderline "slim" is well muscled, though not overly so. His stature is straight and bold, seeming to declare that he's not someone you would want to fight with. His body is littered with scars which mar his appearance and add to the overall intimidation factor. He looks every bit a fighter and an ex-con... and of course that isn't helped at all by the tattoo on his arm just below the shoulder, which is simply the number 1326; his inmate number, and the "name" by which he is known in the street fights. Inmate 1326.
His hair is kept generally short. Not buzzed, but almost army style. The last thing he needs is his hair getting in his way when he's in a fight. His eyes are a sort of pale ocean green that generally have an unkind and guarded look. He has a generally rigid jawline which does stand out a bit, and his overall expression is usually a glare or some sort of cold appearance. He is fairly broad shouldered, the sort of guy who you would expect to have played football in high school. There isn't an extra pound of weight on his body due to the fact that his lifestyle involves a lot of exercise, little money, little food, and little rest. He is also almost always quite tense in public places, and never makes eye contact with someone unless he is on the offensive.
His skin tone is naturally somewhat tan, and because of his /'living condition" it's even more so in the summer, since he doesn't have a place to live, and spends the vast majority of his time outside. He's a rather rough person all together. His clothing is usually... make that always... not exactly "proper." He tends to go with the roughed up jeans and "wife beater" or t-shirt look most of the time. His hair is dark brown, with little to no highlights despite his time spent in the sun. On occasion he does have a bit of facial hair, nothing more than a "discreet" goatee, or maybe a 5 o' clock shadow, but nothing more than that, and most of the time he is clean shaven.
physical flaws,
*small ears
*overly thick eyebrows
*long legs, short torso
*prominent jawline
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likes ,
girls (one night stands)
smoking
drinking
knives
guns
dislikes ,
people who are looking for more in a relationship
three words eight letters
the law
any sort of authority figure
"pretty" people
overall personality , Intentionally harming someone is anything but on his list of things to do, unless of course they happen to piss him off, but he still tends to scare people away. He has beat the shit out of numerous people in the past, but he always had a very legitimate reason for doing so. Revenge is a big priority for him, and if you cross him bad enough, you can bet that while you're busy watching your back, he'll stab you in the chest. It is sort of a minor flaw, but given enough time he usually gets over, it, so if you pissed him off, steer clear of him for a while…a long long while.
He's a rather quiet person and doesn't really say much in conversations unless he is directly addressed, but don’t take it wrong, Justin is incredibly smart, borderline genius. In his silence he is always thinking, and possibly scheming. He doesn’t see things only as what they are but also as what they could be. He had a tendency to drift to the dangerous and criminal side of life, and for that people really dislike him. Really it's just because he likes to stand up and laugh in the face of danger, and a criminal lifestyle allows him to do so...mostly, he's just very misunderstood, and people never seem to get that, or else just plain old don’t care.
He always seems to want to be anywhere but where he is, and very strongly dislikes the law and anyone involved in enforcing it. He appears to be distant and standoffish most times, often almost dangerous and like a "bad person," but really if you get to know him, he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. As of yet though, no one has taken the time to understand him, so no one knows that other side of him, all they know is the distant kid who screwed up his life by getting into crime.
Justin is extremely protective. If someone takes the time to try to understand him... even if in the end they still don't get him, he'd risk his life to protect them. There aren't many people out there who would even give him so much as a second glance, so those who could possibly actually care are very high on his priority list. If someone gets into it with them, or threatens them, you can bet he'd be there to kill them if they attempted to hurt that person he's protecting. Because of his lack of caring family, anyone who actually makes an effort to know him sort of becomes family in his mind, and since he never really had a good family, he would literally do anything for those people.
Getting close enough to him that he would consider you family is somewhat difficult though. He is afraid to let people get close because in the past his only experience with people who actually care is that they end up dead. In his own way it's how he protects the people he cares about, by pushing them away. This, of course, means that if anyone manages to persevere through and get past his defensive first impression that can last quite some time, then they will mean a lot to him. He can't help the way he is, and wants people to just accept him for who he is.
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hometown , New York City, United States
family ,
Dad- Peter Novak-52
Mom- Rachel Novak- 50
Brother- Jacob Novak- 31
pets , Chaos, Cane Corso, 7 give or take
history , His life wasn't always like this, he started out as a nice kid. He was one of those guys who fell into the "charmers" clique, and there weren't many people that didn't like him. He was nice, charming, genuinely caring, all that good stuff. His life was pretty much normal, he went to school, got decent grades, hung out with friends...the whole normal kid shebang. What no one ever knew was that his life at home was hell. His parents were abusive and were always blaming him for things he hadn't done. He spent more nights out on the streets to avoid the pain waiting for him at home than he cared to remember. The only one who was there for him was his older brother Jacob who was always encouraging him to keep on fighting for what he wanted and not just give up. But like all good things, it couldn't last forever, and unfortunately for him, his life went downhill faster than he had ever thought possible.
He started drinking when he was 13 to try to numb the pain, and by the time he hit 16 he was one of those guys who was always getting drunk and all that other good stuff. It just so happened that on a night of a party when he was 17 and on his way home, his car had a flat, and lo and behold, the spare was flat too. He couldn't very well call his parents, so he naturally called Jacob. He waited for about an hour before he got a phone call from the hospital. His brother had been T-boned in a car accident and was in critical condition at the hospital. Justin didn't really remember how he got to the hospital, but he ended up there somehow. Of course his parents didn't come, and his wife and daughter were out of town, so he was the only one there as his brother died and he was helpless to do anything about it.
With no one now to turn to, he discovered violence. Instead of just giving in to the pain at home he would fight back. When that seemed to prevent the pain at home, he started to get into all sorts of illegal activity, just hoping to keep his mind off of what he believed to be fact that no one could ever care about him and he was just worthless trash. A few months before he turned 18, he and a gang he was in held up a bank, and when things started to fall apart, they all split. Unfortunately, he was the one the cops went after, and when he found himself with no escape, he stopped. When the cops told him to turn around and drop his weapon, he only tried to do as they had told him, and unfortunately did it all wrong. He hadn't been holding his gun, so he pulled it out, intending only to drop it, and turned around. The sound of three gunshots sounded through the air, one after the other. Barely a moment later, he felt all three bullets pierce into his chest, and then nothing.
They took him to the hospital, completely unconscious, and got him stabilized, then took him to prison. When he came to, he was in the hospital, cuffed to the bed, with no memory of any of the past eight days. When he was well enough, he was transported an isolated cell in the prison, the same cell that he spent the next year locked up in. The only visitor that ever came his way was one of the three cops that had shot him that night. The guy felt bad for shooting him, after he found out that Justin was only 17. Justin, of course, completely blew him off, he hated the law and anything that had to do with it.
When he finally got out, he was nearly 19, and any job he applied to that saw he was a convicted felon refused to hire him. He really honestly was trying to get his life right...he didn't want to go back there again, and he sure as hell didn't want to get shot again. But it seemed no one was willing to give him that second chance. Finally, he gave up on trying, and started living on the streets. It seemed like the only people who would accept him were the ones who, like him, had nothing. His parole officer very strongly advised that he go back to school and finish out his senior year just to earn himself points, and he did try it... for half a day. He couldn't take it after about third period and gave up on it. No way in hell was he going to put himself through the oppressive system of the school, there was way too much authority there and it would only end poorly for him.
For a little while longer he still tried to do things right, but when he reached 20, he just gave up on it all together. There was no point in him trying if no one cared. All his life he had been told, by his parents, by his peers, by the law, that he was worthless and would never make anything of himself... and now he believed it completely. Considering his skill as a fighter, he started using that as a means of survival. Street fighting... it was illegal... but the money he made off of it was enough that he could survive... plus, he was good at it... and there the people idolized him, there he could be more than "just a Novak," there he was worth something, and there he was Inmate 1326... the immortal street fighter.
After a while, New York wasn't doing it for him anymore. Too many people knew who he was, and he'd essentially demolished the list of people who wanted to fight him. Most of the street fighters there were just guys who wanted to fight just to fight... they hardly posed competition for him. He was fighting for his survival, they were fighting for thrill... it just wasn't the same. So he packed up... which basically just meant putting a leash on the dog... and headed out. Chicago was his destination. Since he couldn't afford transportation, he walked most of the way there, and nearly 4 weeks later he arrived. How long he would stay was entirely up in the air. It could be years, it could be days. Either way, he was here now.
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If ever there was an example of human perfection, strong, open minded, intelligent, good looking, caring, tender... everything that everyone dreams of finding in a man... Justin Novak was anything but. His whole life had started out on the wrong foot, and somehow he never seemed able to turn it around for the better. Abused as a child, he never knew what being loved felt like, except in the form that came from his brother who was about 15 years older than him. He didn't understand his parents hate for him... and even now he still didn't. He hadn't ever done anything wrong to earn their hate of him. He ran away more times than he could remember, but still, like a lost dog, he always came home again, simply because he didn't know where else he could go, and it was instinct to return there when the world didn't show him anything better or any way out of his pain.
At 17, his brother died in a car accident, and with him, also died any hope Justin had of a normal life. Completely torn by his brother's death, Justin turned to the only thing he knew would always be there... alcohol. Even when people tried to ban the substance, people smuggled it in... no matter what, there would always be alcohol, and it seemed to do a pretty good job of deadening the pain... at least temporarily. It was only a few days after his brother's death that Justin ended up in bed with a girl he didn't know who, in a less permanent sort of way, had just lost her brother as well. Oddly enough, both brothers who were now gone from their siblings lives had the name Jacob. Though neither knew the other's story or anything about each other at all. By the time Justin finally came to, the girl was gone, and he thought nothing of it... at least at the time.
When she told him she was pregnant with his baby Justin was terrified... but he had learned a long time ago that fear was a weakness, and it earned you nothing but more pain, so he hid the fear... the terror... and deliberately gave off the typical criminal/street trash vibe of a complete jackass. He was so socially crippled by this point in his life that he didn't know how else to react. He used to be a nice guy that everybody loved... even though he'd been going through more pain at home than most people could imagine... and it was all because Jacob had been there encouraging him, telling him that it would get better. Once Jacob was gone, once that voice was no longer there telling him to keep on going... he stopped believing in the intrinsic "good" of mankind, and when he stopped believing in the good of men, he stopped believing in himself.
He was afraid of having a child of his own... afraid that he would be just like his parents had been, afraid that he wouldn't be able to provide for the child, afraid that the child would end up hating him, the same way he had ended up hating his parents. He thought he was doing what was best for all of them by staying out of their lives... unfortunately for him, only a short time later he started regretting that decision, and realized that he would rather try to be a good parent and fail than to just not try at all. By that point though, he had screwed everything up so much, that it wasn't long before he found himself the not so proud owner of three bullet wounds, inflicted by weapons of the law, and became the resident of a prison cell. Somehow though he still hoped that he could see his baby... just see him. He knew he would never be able to be in the child's life, but he at least wanted to know what his son looked like.
Upon his release a year later, he asked about the child, and was informed that he was denied visitation, and "just to be safe, and to ensure that he wouldn't try to establish contact for the well being of mother and child" a no contact restraining order had been filed against him. The punishment for violating said restraining order was straight back to prison. Justin couldn't explain the pain that had caused him. Did they really think he would hurt his own child and the girl who had carried that baby? He would never even consider hurting either one of them... but no one seemed to believe that. So humankind had failed yet again at proving to Justin that there was some hope out there for him, and pushed him further into the lifestyle of a criminal... after all, if no one believed he could change, what was the point in trying?
Another year passed, and Justin stayed true to the restraining order, in no way attempting to establish contact with his little boy... even though he was dying to hold his child in his arms. But about two months after the baby's two year old birthday passed, he couldn't stand not knowing anymore, and went to the Morris household. Her dad was the one who answered the door, and even though it was quite obvious that Justin had no bad intentions with coming there, as was made clear by his unwillingness to make eye contact with the man, and his simple request to just see a picture of the baby... he wouldn't grant Justin that request, and called the police. Knowing better than to try to run, Justin just stayed there until the cops came, and let them take him away. Maybe he was better off in prison... there were fewer people he could hurt there.
At his trial about a month after his arrest, the judge asked him why he had knowingly violated the restraining order which he knew would send him back to prison. With more sincerity than he had ever spoken with before, Justin responded saying I went two years, one month, five days, eight hours, and 23 minutes without knowing even so much as what my son looked like... that's all I wanted, just to know what he looked like. When he said those words, fighting back the tears that threatened to boil over, almost choking on the lump that had formed in his throat, a sudden hush fell over the courtroom. It was as if people realized that he wasn't really some sort of monster... that he really had a heart... that he felt pain just like every other human out there. After his statement had been made, he was escorted out of the courtroom and back to his prison cell to await his verdict.
When they told Justin that the restraining order had been dropped and he could now establish contact... on the mother's terms... it was almost more than Justin could handle. In all his life, this was the one thing that had happened to him that he could honestly say was a good thing... the only time in his life that he had ever felt like he actually had worth. It was a miracle he managed to restrain the tears. He had to wait a few days before he heard from Alessandra when she told him where and when to meet her and his son, whom she informed him was named Justin Jr. or JJ for short. Why she would have named her child after the man she denied the right to see was beyond him... but it really did mean something to her. He tried to thank her, but somehow the words just wouldn't form right, and he ended up just saying that he would see her there, rather than stumbling over what he was trying to say.
The day before he was to meet her, he had a fight... which he was slightly worried about. He was going to have to get his man down and out quickly to avoid any injury which Alessandra might be able to see. He had just barely managed to escape without visible injury, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't going to end the night that way. On his way "home" he ran into a few people that he'd pissed off, and they ended up not only beating the shit out of him, but also shooting him in the arm and stabbing him in the ribs. He would have died there in the street too... but he was lucky enough to be found by someone who couldn't help but give aid to people who were hurt. She took him to one of the more upscale homes in Pismo Beach where she did her best to take care of him. Needless to say, in the process of removing the bullet there was a lot of pain and a lot of cursing, but she managed to get him fixed up well enough.
The next morning everyone was trying to convince him to stay for a while so that he could heal properly and wouldn't break the wounds open again, but Justin wasn't about to take them up on the offer. He kept telling them he couldn't, but they kept insisting that he stay, until finally he told them that he had a son who he had been barred from seeing for two years and today was his first chance to see him. None of them were expecting Justin to say he was a dad... or to be caring enough to be so eager to see his child, but after that no one protested his leaving... except Dannie who insisted that she go with him to make sure he didn't start bleeding again, which was highly probably considering how active Justin was in his every day life. Not wanting to be late though, Justin just gave up on arguing... Dannie was impossible, and one of the few people he'd ever lost an argument to... partly because he couldn't very well hit a girl, and partially because she was just so damn stubborn.
So he set out, Dannie in tow, doing his best to not seem overly enthusiastic about this so he wouldn't seem any less... tough... than he wanted to. When he got to the park though, for the first time in his life, nerves started getting to him. What if Alessandra saw all the bruises and whatnot and decided she didn't want JJ to be around someone as "violent" as Justin? What if JJ didn't like him? What if he wasn't cut out to be a dad? So many questions started weighing on his mind, and it took a hell of a lot of will power to keep his hands from shaking as they drew nearer to the spot where they were supposed to meet. This was going to be one of the defining moments in his life... and he desperately didn't want to ruin this one chance he had at doing something right. Though he didn't notice, and Dannie probably did, his pace started slowing as they got closer to the meeting place.
When finally he saw the little boy playing with a toy car in the grass, he stopped, and stood frozen in place. He didn't even see Alessandra not too far from him. All he saw was the little boy that he had created. He completely forgot that Dannie was even there, and he seemed completely incapable of moving. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He didn't know what to think... hell in that moment he didn't know anything. He just stood there, about 15 feet away from the child and his mother, his normally cold eyes softened, his normally rigid posture relaxed. Everything he had known seemed to end the moment he set eyes on the little boy that he had created. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he found out that she was pregnant... this was the moment that could change everything that had gone bad and make it good. That was his baby sitting in the grass... that was his chance at a better life.
At 17, his brother died in a car accident, and with him, also died any hope Justin had of a normal life. Completely torn by his brother's death, Justin turned to the only thing he knew would always be there... alcohol. Even when people tried to ban the substance, people smuggled it in... no matter what, there would always be alcohol, and it seemed to do a pretty good job of deadening the pain... at least temporarily. It was only a few days after his brother's death that Justin ended up in bed with a girl he didn't know who, in a less permanent sort of way, had just lost her brother as well. Oddly enough, both brothers who were now gone from their siblings lives had the name Jacob. Though neither knew the other's story or anything about each other at all. By the time Justin finally came to, the girl was gone, and he thought nothing of it... at least at the time.
When she told him she was pregnant with his baby Justin was terrified... but he had learned a long time ago that fear was a weakness, and it earned you nothing but more pain, so he hid the fear... the terror... and deliberately gave off the typical criminal/street trash vibe of a complete jackass. He was so socially crippled by this point in his life that he didn't know how else to react. He used to be a nice guy that everybody loved... even though he'd been going through more pain at home than most people could imagine... and it was all because Jacob had been there encouraging him, telling him that it would get better. Once Jacob was gone, once that voice was no longer there telling him to keep on going... he stopped believing in the intrinsic "good" of mankind, and when he stopped believing in the good of men, he stopped believing in himself.
He was afraid of having a child of his own... afraid that he would be just like his parents had been, afraid that he wouldn't be able to provide for the child, afraid that the child would end up hating him, the same way he had ended up hating his parents. He thought he was doing what was best for all of them by staying out of their lives... unfortunately for him, only a short time later he started regretting that decision, and realized that he would rather try to be a good parent and fail than to just not try at all. By that point though, he had screwed everything up so much, that it wasn't long before he found himself the not so proud owner of three bullet wounds, inflicted by weapons of the law, and became the resident of a prison cell. Somehow though he still hoped that he could see his baby... just see him. He knew he would never be able to be in the child's life, but he at least wanted to know what his son looked like.
Upon his release a year later, he asked about the child, and was informed that he was denied visitation, and "just to be safe, and to ensure that he wouldn't try to establish contact for the well being of mother and child" a no contact restraining order had been filed against him. The punishment for violating said restraining order was straight back to prison. Justin couldn't explain the pain that had caused him. Did they really think he would hurt his own child and the girl who had carried that baby? He would never even consider hurting either one of them... but no one seemed to believe that. So humankind had failed yet again at proving to Justin that there was some hope out there for him, and pushed him further into the lifestyle of a criminal... after all, if no one believed he could change, what was the point in trying?
Another year passed, and Justin stayed true to the restraining order, in no way attempting to establish contact with his little boy... even though he was dying to hold his child in his arms. But about two months after the baby's two year old birthday passed, he couldn't stand not knowing anymore, and went to the Morris household. Her dad was the one who answered the door, and even though it was quite obvious that Justin had no bad intentions with coming there, as was made clear by his unwillingness to make eye contact with the man, and his simple request to just see a picture of the baby... he wouldn't grant Justin that request, and called the police. Knowing better than to try to run, Justin just stayed there until the cops came, and let them take him away. Maybe he was better off in prison... there were fewer people he could hurt there.
At his trial about a month after his arrest, the judge asked him why he had knowingly violated the restraining order which he knew would send him back to prison. With more sincerity than he had ever spoken with before, Justin responded saying I went two years, one month, five days, eight hours, and 23 minutes without knowing even so much as what my son looked like... that's all I wanted, just to know what he looked like. When he said those words, fighting back the tears that threatened to boil over, almost choking on the lump that had formed in his throat, a sudden hush fell over the courtroom. It was as if people realized that he wasn't really some sort of monster... that he really had a heart... that he felt pain just like every other human out there. After his statement had been made, he was escorted out of the courtroom and back to his prison cell to await his verdict.
When they told Justin that the restraining order had been dropped and he could now establish contact... on the mother's terms... it was almost more than Justin could handle. In all his life, this was the one thing that had happened to him that he could honestly say was a good thing... the only time in his life that he had ever felt like he actually had worth. It was a miracle he managed to restrain the tears. He had to wait a few days before he heard from Alessandra when she told him where and when to meet her and his son, whom she informed him was named Justin Jr. or JJ for short. Why she would have named her child after the man she denied the right to see was beyond him... but it really did mean something to her. He tried to thank her, but somehow the words just wouldn't form right, and he ended up just saying that he would see her there, rather than stumbling over what he was trying to say.
The day before he was to meet her, he had a fight... which he was slightly worried about. He was going to have to get his man down and out quickly to avoid any injury which Alessandra might be able to see. He had just barely managed to escape without visible injury, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't going to end the night that way. On his way "home" he ran into a few people that he'd pissed off, and they ended up not only beating the shit out of him, but also shooting him in the arm and stabbing him in the ribs. He would have died there in the street too... but he was lucky enough to be found by someone who couldn't help but give aid to people who were hurt. She took him to one of the more upscale homes in Pismo Beach where she did her best to take care of him. Needless to say, in the process of removing the bullet there was a lot of pain and a lot of cursing, but she managed to get him fixed up well enough.
The next morning everyone was trying to convince him to stay for a while so that he could heal properly and wouldn't break the wounds open again, but Justin wasn't about to take them up on the offer. He kept telling them he couldn't, but they kept insisting that he stay, until finally he told them that he had a son who he had been barred from seeing for two years and today was his first chance to see him. None of them were expecting Justin to say he was a dad... or to be caring enough to be so eager to see his child, but after that no one protested his leaving... except Dannie who insisted that she go with him to make sure he didn't start bleeding again, which was highly probably considering how active Justin was in his every day life. Not wanting to be late though, Justin just gave up on arguing... Dannie was impossible, and one of the few people he'd ever lost an argument to... partly because he couldn't very well hit a girl, and partially because she was just so damn stubborn.
So he set out, Dannie in tow, doing his best to not seem overly enthusiastic about this so he wouldn't seem any less... tough... than he wanted to. When he got to the park though, for the first time in his life, nerves started getting to him. What if Alessandra saw all the bruises and whatnot and decided she didn't want JJ to be around someone as "violent" as Justin? What if JJ didn't like him? What if he wasn't cut out to be a dad? So many questions started weighing on his mind, and it took a hell of a lot of will power to keep his hands from shaking as they drew nearer to the spot where they were supposed to meet. This was going to be one of the defining moments in his life... and he desperately didn't want to ruin this one chance he had at doing something right. Though he didn't notice, and Dannie probably did, his pace started slowing as they got closer to the meeting place.
When finally he saw the little boy playing with a toy car in the grass, he stopped, and stood frozen in place. He didn't even see Alessandra not too far from him. All he saw was the little boy that he had created. He completely forgot that Dannie was even there, and he seemed completely incapable of moving. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He didn't know what to think... hell in that moment he didn't know anything. He just stood there, about 15 feet away from the child and his mother, his normally cold eyes softened, his normally rigid posture relaxed. Everything he had known seemed to end the moment he set eyes on the little boy that he had created. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he found out that she was pregnant... this was the moment that could change everything that had gone bad and make it good. That was his baby sitting in the grass... that was his chance at a better life.
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