MCKEE, jace abel.

[jace abel mckee.]

nother note from kyle D< old app. copy and paste cause i’m lazy. excuse mistakes.






hey! i'm kylie o: and i dwell in americamarand. isn't that just dandy?! i am fourteeeen years old and loving
it! the characters i play on this amazing roleplay site are sasha/alecks D<
don't forget it! oh btw, i've been roleplaying for like almost tree years! yeah, you better believe it.
my final last words would be farkoff D<

NAME: my name’s jace abel mckee. my first name, jace, means some messed up crap like the lord is my salvation or something. oh don’t you love it when parents have no fucking idea what you turn out like in the future? abel’s obviously a character from the bible or something like that, i don’t really care – still wrong. and mckee – eh, i can’t be arsed to find out.
AGE: i’m eighteen. perfectly legal, just so you know.
GENDER: –pushes down pants- that answer it? -_-
SEXUALITY: i’m a faggot, according to some rather idiotic street losers. in real language, that means i’m homosexual. yes, i like getting into guys’ pants. i’m quite good at it as well. what i got paid for, actually, until they threw me in here.
CRIME: i’ve been a prostitute since i was fourteen – god no, not one of those street walkers. i was part of my dad’s business until the fucker got caught and fucked me over. and then, of course, i murdered him in cold blood, but that’s just a small detail that you don’t need to know. and i’ve raped a few people every now and then, when frat boys have called me to haze their pledges and things weren’t going so well. –laughs- oh, and the usual drugs and drinking and shit like that, but everyone in this place does that, now don’t they?
PLAYBY: i look a lot like brandon killen apparently. whatever. it’s not like i really care. he must get as much sex as i do if we both look this good.
MEMBER GROUP: a lot of people think i’m a bullet because i’m just that much of an ass, but honestly, i’m not, and it insults me when people don’t realize i’m a fucker, because ffs, have you not heard about my deeds in the bedroom, the shower, your boyfriend’s bed, and all those other places? christ.



LOVE: okay. i think it’s fairly obvious that i absolutely fucking love fucking, or as you non-sweary types call it, sex. i came off of being a prostitute, what do you expect? oh, and by the way, swearing is probably one of my absolute favorite things. get over it; i’m not nice. and speaking of being not nice, being an asshole is another great thing. oh, and by the way, as you guessed from me saying i was gay, i like guys. at least in bed. i love the emo style, studded belts, skinny jeans, and eyeliner included. screamo, metal, and emo music are also as fucking amazing as they get. i love drugs, especially marijuana. it’s so fucking amazing. i love rohypnol – not using it, but putting it in people’s drinks. sometimes i don’t even take them home with me, it’s just to be such a fucking asshole. and speaking of drinks, alcohol is amazing as hell. i love drinks, and i get my counselor – the one person i can stand - to sneak some in for me when i can’t get any. i love smoking. yeah, no surprise there. taking advantage of people and manipulating them are also quite fun. i also love money; it’s why i became a prostitute. nothing better than getting paid for sex. and have i mentioned sex yet? because really, it needs to be mentioned again.
HATE: i hate this question. i mean, really, everything that i didn’t mention up there in that likes one should be here, but i guess specifics are necessary. i hate this school. or asylum. or whatever the fuck it is. why do you think i wouldn’t? my dad is another big hate-gainer. i mean, he ratted me and a bunch of other people out in our little prostitution business and ended me up here. rules and laws like the one banning prostitution are so fucking annoying. fakes, bitches, and nice people annoy the living fuck out of me. authority figures. i hate them, just like every cop out there. bright colors annoy the living fuck out of me. yellow should not be allowed. mornings are not my thing either; i stay up really late just so i don’t have to deal with them, and i usually sleep until two in the afternoon. rap and pop music suck ass just as much as animals do. sorry kids, i don’t like the save the environment shit. get over it. and you know what else i really hate? religion. it’s the worst fucking thing ever invented, i don’t care what you think.
STRENGTHS: i’m extremely good at sex. the bedroom is where i practice my religion of sex everything. seducing people is another good skill i have, cause after all, it’s the only way to get people to sleep with you. lying is another skill i am excellent at, really, it’s quite lovely. it’s how i got through four years of being a prostitute in secret. now, here’s a surprise for you – yoga is the one thing that’s not emo or mean or badass or anything like that that i like. it’s how i stay so thin, after all. and of course, style is another major one. i can work a runway like the best of them, and probably get about five dudes to call me with each stroll. arguing is one of my other big strengths; after all, my entire life is a big argument with a bunch of tiny details added to it.
WEAKNESSES: it’s probably fairly obvious, but me and being nice aren’t something i’m very good at. even with the few very lucky souls that managed to get on my side, i’m still very sarcastic and rude and mean sometimes. nice and i don’t go well together, that’s all it is. anything having to do with academics is also a curse on me. not a surprise, since i stopped bothering with school at fourteen. if it’s not yoga, athletics is an area where i fail. miserably. i don’t do driving. i still don’t have my license, and i doubt i ever will. and committing? please, don’t even bother. i tried the whole commitment thing when i was twelve. didn’t work out. never will.
SECRETS: alright. so i think it’s fairly obvious that the fact i’m scared of parrots is not going to be told to anyone anytime soon. and then there’s the fact that i’ve slept with each of my male teachers, but like i said – nobody besides them and i need to know that. then there’s the fact that, thanks to my dad’s “business,” i was a millionaire from my prostitution till the government seized our funds. oh, and by the way – i’ve raped and date-raped people, but nobody knows that, besides the guys i’ve done it to. and believe me, they’re too scared to tell anyone anyways. i still have their numbers, and they’re idiots for not changing them.
FEARS: so…i don’t really fear that many things, but to be honest getting an std scares the living fuck out of me. i always use condoms when i have sex. well. most of the time. if i know the person doesn’t have an std, then i don’t bother with it. i absolutely do not want to end up in prison. believe me, i’ve been there before getting my ass thrown in here. a correctional school, at least. of course, i don’t have to worry about that now, since we have no laws anymore, but what the fuck ever. falling in love and commitment are two other big ones. i don’t want to marry somebody. i want to live life as a whore forever. and for some reason, parrots. they just freak me out with their ability to mimic human speech. it’s scary.
PERSONALITY: is it whore in here, or is it just me?

i’m a fucking whore. that’s putting it mildly. more than that, i’m a fucking gay prostitute. or was, at least. nobody in this school – asylum – whatever the fuck this place is - has money, so i suppose i’m stuck being a gay fucking whore. i love sex. it’s my addiction. it’s stronger than the drugs or alcohol or cigarettes, all of which i’m having trouble getting these days. this place is the best rehab, except for the fact that you can never, ever leave. unless of course you, like me, are sleeping with a counselor, and therefore have him sneaking stuff in for you. i have to admit, though, the one good thing about this school is putting me in a room with a guy. i mean, that’s just like asking for me to fuck him. there’s no better way to do it, after all. sex is just way too much fun, really. you should try it sometime. i’m sure you have, and if you’re hot and have a penis, then you and i should get together at some point.

no, i think it’s more like asshole

i’m a jackass. so yes, now we have gay fucking jackass whore. keep track, because there’s a lot of colorful language that’s used to describe me. so, let’s put it simply. i hate you, you hate me, we’re all hating each other. happy now? good. i dislike people. people and i don’t get along. we never have. i’m a very sleep with you then throw you aside, or just forget about you the moment i meet you type of person. i don’t care about anyone at all. i lost that ability a long time ago. meaning that being mean to people comes all too easily now. i swear at people a lot, i get into lots of fights, and i make peoples’ lives hell. more importantly, i enjoy it. i absolutely love being a complete arse to everybody. there’s nothing that makes me happier than seeing others wallow around in their misery. except mayb sex. sex always makes me feel better.

or maybe a small dose of stubborn

a stubborn gay fucking jackass whore. i do not concede defeat easily. i hate losing. i am the biggest sore loser this side of the universe. if you defeat me, i will probably get revenge. so normally in arguments, i will always stick through with my side to the point where if you don’t start agreeing with me, i’ll you’re your ass as hard as i possibly can until you do start believing, and once you do, i’ll still kick your ass, just for the hell of it. it’s the same for sex. i don’t deal with rejection very easily. that’s when i bring out rohypnol. really, that’s not only the date-rape drug, but the best seduction tool to use. what better way to get somebody to go to your bedroom than to slip a drug into their drink at dinner? course, it’s a bit hard to get rohypnol these days, but i have my sources. i always do. point is, don’t bother arguing with me. either i’ll win, or i’ll you’re your ass, neither of which you’ll enjoy.

possibly a manipulating son of a bitch

yes, i’m done with that entire spiel now, it would go on too long if i kept bothering with it. anyways, i am a big, big manipulator. i get people to do what i want, when i want it done, and how i want it done. i have jedi mind tricks, some people say. not, it’s just a really, really assholish personality, a lot of sex promises, and oh yeah, a lot of sex to get them done. i always get my way, either through manipulating people to get it, or through the fact that i refuse to admit defeat. you can never win with me around, and you can never get your way when i’m around. it’s always my way, or your ass is kicked.

you’re fucking insane, have you realized that?

alright. so, maybe, maybe, i’m just a bit insane. maybe…i didn’t say completely. but come on. i do drugs, and not just easy ones. i do marijuana, i drink, i smoke, i have done ecstasy and heroin and all those things, i’m a fucking prostitute and whore and rapist and am in a school for deranged maniacs…let’s face it, i’ve lost my mind. i just mask my insanity really well. hell, nobody knows about it, because the sex is literally what’s keeping me sane. if it suddenly stops…well, then that’s not going to be a very good thing for anybody, because i’ll probably turn into a raging maniac and kill slash rape anything i come across once i get into that raging maniac phase. so what do you want to do to keep me from going there? simple: don’t refuse me when i try to seduce you.

HOMETOWN: i was born in fucking paris, france, then moved to dorset, england, where i developed my accent, for ten years, then moved across the ocean to washington d.c., where i stayed till i got locked up here. oh, right, i forgot to mention, i was fucking things up right under the president’s nose. not that that texan idiot would’ve noticed anyways. he can barely count to five.
PARENTS: abrielle hayley mckee is my mom. she’s like fifty or something. ancient. i never want to get old. and she works as like a real estate agent or some cray shit like that. whatever. not like i care. and my dad is fucker mcfuckerson an absolute asshole james haenry mckee. he works as a life-ruiner fucking inmate, cause he got thrown in prison for his prostitution business and ratted me out, the little fucker.
SIBLINGS: my fucking asshole sister jennifer lianne mckee. i can’t stand her, she’s the biggest bitch you’ll come across. she’s so fucking full of herself…anyways, she’s a junior at college, meaning she’s twenty. not that her age matters, she still drinks more than your alcoholic father did.
OTHER RELATIVES: think i care? nope.
HISTORY: this little fucker here, jace abel mckee, was born on the 24th of february to two parents he would later come to hate, as the second child after his older sister jennifer. as a toddler and young child, you would never expect jace to turn out the way he did. he was very polite, very kind, very, very friendly. a bit too friendly, to be perfectly honest. so, maybe there were a few issues. maybe he always got a little bit more than excited when he watched the cartoons and saw some of the male characters get into an embarrassing situation in which they wore no clothes, maybe he did like looking at himself naked in the mirror, maybe he liked playing with himself down there when he was young…but it was all in good nature, wasn’t it? it was all part of growing up, right? well, that’s what you think. it wasn’t just himself that he touched. jace had a few younger friends he liked experimenting with, even at the ages of six, seven, eight. he would have sleepovers with his friends, and then play little games with them, play crotch tag or things like that, stupid little experiments that had that curious liquid coming out of him that wasn’t pee pee or anything like that…he had no idea what it was at the time, but what boy did?

so, as the touching of himself and his friends continued throughout most of jace’s childhood, so did the progression into a bad personality. it was fine for seven years or so. then of course, the touching began, and jace became a bit curious about his body…so, naturally, he did some research, paid attention in health class, asked his sister. his sister had sense and didn’t tell him, but luckily, that was what the internet was for. so, jace spent the next few months googling things, and found out what he was really doing and learned about the birds and the bees all on his own. he also found out what the real meaning of gay was – up until then, he had thought it had just been another word for stupid, like retarded. these new discoveries…well they led to other discoveries, like alcohol, and drugs, and cigarettes, things his parents had kept secret from him. by the time jace was nine, he knew what the eighth graders were getting. and also by the time jace was nine, some bad things were happening. his father and mother were getting a divorce after his mother had found out about his father’s dirty little secret…s. you see, jace’s father was in charge of a prostitution business, though jace’s mom didn’t know this. she just knew that he was cheating on her, and with more than one woman. unfortunately, she couldn’t get both of her kids away from the man. in fact, she could get none of them, because the judge was a female who had requested jace’s dad’s services a few years back and owed him a few favors…so of course, jace and his sister got to stay with dear old day. which was where everything went from there.

jace loved his mother. he truly did. she was the only person in his family he could really stand after that day. he blamed his father for it, naturally, not really liking him even during the days of his time in the family business. his sister despised both of them; she would have much rather gone with mom. the feeling was mutual for jace. and so began the downward spiral. at age ten, jace began to do what all kids do when annoyed – develop emotional problems, yes, but then there’s also things such as getting high off of his dad’s prescription medicine, inhaling aerosol sprays, things like that. at ten, jace lost his ability to be nice. at ten, jace became to be hooked on the idea of sex, even though his body wasn’t mature enough for it yet. he would become cooped up in his room when bored, just touching himself or sometimes a friend – which were rare in these days – for hours on end…and then, at age eleven, jace admitted to himself that he was gay. and by to himself, i mean everyone else too. he had lost his ability to give a fuck what other people thought a long time ago. sure, eleven was a young age to come out as gay at, but really: jace was a kid who had been touching himself and his male friends for almost five years now. it wasn’t that surprising to him that he preferred the male body to the female body. even his dad didn’t seem to care, which was odd. all it changed with his sister was that she became much more harsh towards him, which still, was nothing new.

by the time he came out as gay, jace was breaking into his dad’s beer and cigarette supply, finally having an excuse to use them. he was lying about his age, and getting into high school parties after sneaking into them, not acting like the twelve-year-old kid who couldn’t handle beer, but actually holding his own up quite well against drunk freshmen dudes. and then, it finally happened. at age twelve, jace had sex at one of these parties, with one of these drunk freshmen. and from that moment, he fell in love – with sex, not with the dude he’d had it with. what are you, an insane idiot? and so, a whore was born. from every point from there, jace made it a habit to have sex at every single party he went to at least once – sometimes twice, and if he was really lucky, he could score three times in one night. by the time he was thirteen, he was full on fucking the freshmen and sophomore classes at the high school he would be going to. and by that time, his father had found out, and extended an olive branch to him.

finally, jace knew why his father had cheated on his mother. his father was in charge of a large, underground, prostitution business that he had been running throughout the various places they had lived in, and for the past few years of the family living in america, he had managed to set up a rather good business, and was wondering if jace would join it. gee, wasn’t that good father/son bonding time, being prostitutes together? but hey, sex for money, and jace got half the profits from what he made. sounded like a pretty good deal. so he agreed, and began to go around fucking guys up. it was hardly ever gay guys he was fucking though. his biggest income came from colleges, with frat guys picking on rushes and other types by hiring him to come and fuck them and make them laughing stocks. of course, this was where rohypnol came in handy. luckily, jace’s father kept that in stock constantly, so there was no worrying there. over the next four years, things went excellently for jace. he established himself as a very skilled gay prostitute, managed to fuck up his life even more with the drugs, and actually got a relationship with his dad.

then his sister found out and busted the entire thing.

so of course, the cops come in and arrest his father. jace watched him, not really putting on an act, but looking at him in awe as he was dragged out. within the next week, jace was being dragged out too. in exchange for a few years taken off his jail sentence, jace’s dad had ratted out everybody helping him, including his own son. jace had no choice. he plead guilty, unable to prove anything, especially when the cops found out about his blood alcohol levels and a few of his other habits, and the fact he had raped quite a few people. he got thrown into a correctional school to shapen up, but that didn’t help anything – he tried to escape five times, and ended up being thrown into a federal prison. after that, though, desolation row began, and jace was spirited away into the night from one hell to another. hey, it’s not like he cares – he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants, and that’s perfectly fine with him.

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