Justin Baker [DONE]

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Full Name: Justin Storm Baker
Birthday: September 18th
Age: Sixteen
Year: Junior
Status: Dating Danielle Crompton
Celebrity Avatar: Trace Cyrus


Personality: Color me Determined:
Justin's one to be honest when society tells you not to be, proud when there is no place for pride. The target for all your lame short jokes, the shoulder you lean on if your lazy, or the shoulder that has soaked up too many tears that don’t belong to the person said shoulder belongs to. But we only have one shot at this life; he wants to rewrite societies rules to suit himself and who cares if he gets hurt along the way? That's called being stubborn learning. He takes things at face value. Doesn't let his thoughts cloud what he knows, his first instinct is probably true, only then your heart meddles with the words in your mind. The only problem is when you like your red heart more than your gray brain. And therefore you fall into it more. It's what feels right. Not what makes sense. He's kind when he wants to be, mean when he feels like it. Bratty and sarcastic tones are a hurt ego away. He'll stand by his friends, but if you betray or double cross him, you're out.

Color me Immature:
He has the attention span of a fly… or a five year old, you can choose. Bad jokes, silly faces, and awful comebacks seem to find their way into his everyday life. Another 'immature' habit of his is the whining. Oh god, Justin is the king of whine. If he wasn't a musician, he could be a professional whiner. Is there such a thing? Well, if not, Justin could most definitely make it into a profession, and make millions at it. He has the unique talent – or is it a curse – to stretch people's names out for ages to make his point. And believe you me, he does, and quite often.

Color me Styled:
When the Baker family went shopping, they did it in style. I guess it was true all of Justin's clothes are designer but it's never bothered neither him, he's not a name dropper like most of his friends are. His mother flies to Paris for the new dress for the dinner with the in-laws. His father has his suits shipped in from the Armani boutique in Milan. Even his younger sister, Ronelle bought her seventh grade Valentine's Day party dress from a obscure designer in London. His mom was a self confessed shop-a-holic, she loved it, she'll buy anything for anyone so long as she gets to spend the time choosing it. She's the best for buying gifts for people. His dad had a policy; she chooses the gifts he just holds the bags. It's a good idea and it definitely works.

Color me Quiet:
Never speaking out of turn or anything. Justin is naturally just a silent boy when it comes to meeting new people or being in class. Maybe it was the fact that he's always trying to just pass class and gets annoyed with those people that just enjoy speaking through lectures. More than once he'll turn around to the people behind him and shush them so he can actually hear the teacher instead of what his fellow classmates did last night. You had time before class started to talk, but they always chose to speak right as the professor began.

Color me Fiery:
He has a sharp tongue and really he can't control it half the time, when in a bad mood it can be especially... well... bad. He can cut people with his words, bring them down to a point that they feel like dirt. His tongue is barbed yet hidden away, that acid bitter side of him rarely comes out, but when it does it hits hard. The one simple rule to Justin is 'don't play with fire or you'll get burnt'. It is a saying that goes, well, without needing an explanation; it just depends on how you look at it.

Likes:

• Music
  
• Danielle
  
• Getting more tattoos&&piercings
  
• Rain storms
  
• Ice Cream
  
• Being on Stage
  

Dislikes:

• Idiots
  
• Fakes
  
• Being Late
  
• Oversleeping
  
• Failing
  
• Whores
  

Phobias:

• Chronophobia [Time]
  
• Entomophobia [Insects]
  
• Gerascophobia [Growing Old]
  
• Hemophobia [Blood]
  
• Katagelophobia [Ridicule]
  
• Necrophobia [Death]
  

Appearance: Justin Baker. Well, the boy is obsessed with looking good. That's no lie. His personal motto is 'if I was a girl- hell, if there were two of me, I'd date myself.' But he isn't cocky, he just thinks he's pretty damn good looking. Which, but it depends on your taste, is sort of true, he is that sort of typical good looking emo star boy.

But at first glance, you might think he's that boy your mother tells you to stay away from, with his dark eyes lined with black and his tattoos. Ah, his tattoos. Justin loves those inks of his. He wouldn't be able to tell you when he got them done, but there is a story behind each one. He might tell you if you ask, but it would take a long time. He sure as hell has a lot of them.

His straight, white teeth are due to two years of braces in middle school. He hated them, and actually they had made him look like quite the little dork. Not to mention when he was younger his mother did not let him eat sweets or junk food. It was a pain at the time, but now? He loves his teeth. Sort of a strange thing to say, but he does. Whitening is his best friend. Once a month, baby, he whitens those pearly... er, whites, of his.

His hair changes frequently, but right now he has it sort of stereotypical 'emo' style, brushed over one eye. The color as well as the style changes, at the moment it's jet black with some lighter highlights, thanks to that bright sun. It's naturally light brown, but hair dye really does do miracles. Above his upper lip on both sides are pierced, Monroe's. Followed by a nasal ring on his left side and a septum.

He gazes out at the world through deep brown chocolate eyes that always seem to have a sparkle to them. He's not the tallest lad around, as he only reaches five foot six. Actually, he's pretty teeny. He only tips the scales at about 120 pounds, if that, and he has the build of a ten year old. More and more often people ask him if he's twenty-two or something whack like that. Oh well, let people believe what they like.

His personal style is that of a rock star, because, of course, that's what he's aspiring to be. Who knows if that will ever come true, but a boy can wish, can't he? Anyways, there's a lot of tight clothes in his wardrobe, to say the least. Except for when he's feeling lazy. He sees no hindrance in taking Starbucks runs in his flannel pajama pants and a hoodie. Sure, he might look like a frump, but who cares? He knows he'll look better after some scrubbing and what not.


History: September 18th, 1992 was a stormy night at the resident hospital in New York. Leah Barker held her little darling in her arms for the first time. "I'll name him… Justin." She murmured, kissing the top of her baby's head softly. Little did she know this little angel would take her on the ride of her life. He would make her hate herself for making him come into the world. But, for the first six months or so, he was all she cared about. Seemingly the perfect child. He wasn't a fussy little baby, rather the opposite, smiley and just wanting to be held by anyone who was willing.

Justin's childhood until the age of ten was mediocre, he honestly could have whatever he wanted. His daddy was the daddy every little boy wanted, rich and willing to please his children. And oh man, did he ever. Justin soon knew what cards to play to get what he wanted from his father. Up until a few years ago, the boy was considered the 'spoiled brat' of the family. He convinced his father to let him take vocal lessons. He didn't really know what to do with them – but he soon fell in love with singing and playing bass. He looked for a band and finally found one. The band fell apart in a few short months.

Once his fifteenth birthday rolled around, Justin decided he wanted a girlfriend. So that's what he did. He did his 'detective work' and found out which girl at his school had a crush on him. The lucky girl? Danielle Crompton. Justin wasted no time, asked her out, and they soon became an item. Short time after he began dating, Justin became a part of a punk-rock band; We're Just Going Down.

Family Members:

• Leah Barker; Mother; 38
  
• Marshal Barker; Father; 41
  
• Ronelle Barker; Younger Sister; 14
  

Miscellaneous: N/A

What would be a probable cause for someone to take revenge on your character? His honestly, immaturity and fieriness could cause some revenge on him.

[The A.I.O.]

A P P R O V E D !

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