NAME: Derek
GENDER: Male
TIMEZONE: PST
USAGE: Almost Daily/Daily

NAME: Jay (Jayson) Mathews
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Gay
RACE: American
CREST: Light
HISTORY: Jay was just one of those teens, constantly moving throughout their childhood years due to parents research and studies jobs (He just usually told everyone his dad was in the army, just for less hectic questions). Though, his family stopped moving around his age of 14, he was just re-arranging himself in school just trying to fit in with the rest. More or Less, he made a group of friends that he usually tries to constantly trying to cheer up with their Relationship/etc. problems. One thing for sure, is that Jay always seem to be trying to cheer up the sad and outcasted. Since, he was always the new awkward kid and such, he knew how much it sucked to be not so welcomed.
EXAMPLE:None the less, the sigh of relief when I take off my shoes and backpack from school. Now, I just wonder to myself, “Exactly what am I going to do, while procrastinate about homework?” As I jogged up stairs, the idea hit me. I rushed even faster and grabbed my drawstring backpack full of my personal wants/hobbies and headed outside to the backyard. Once there, I pulled out a small container that contained all the postcards/pictures of people I met, and places I’ve been; so I decided i would be all nostalgia over everything. As I started from Oldest ones and moved upwards, I was either Crying or laughing and the little to none memories of how much time I spent or barely got to seen, though I knew enough to make me miss them.
Suddenly, I took a long pause seeing the picture of an old house, thinking about the one special thing that I still cant explain today. It was 7-8 years ago and it was the first day I decided to walk home. Though, I should of have waited for my parents, but they were just caught up in research as usual. I decided just to walk the quickest way I can, as for that was maybe not so regrettable decision now. As I was halfway home, I started entering the ‘Ghetto’ part of town I didn’t know about (I was currently living some town in South California), and when I went through, I felt more scared, but only scared and sorrowful for them, wondering why such things happen to these people, these adults, kids, animals.
So, after I got home, my parents were shocked and pretty angered at me for walking home, though they were far into yelling they realized I would of been at the school all night if I didn’t. So, they just calmed down and went back, acting like they were still right though (Still, today I’m laughing at their faces as they realized I was right) and I went straight for homework and then I took a nap.
I woke up to the noise of my parents arguing in the kitchen, though there was an incredible buzzing noise that blocked off most of their conversation (Though it was either about the research or about my incident that day). So, I headed of into the hallway deciding what to do, but then suddenly I hear my name being called. I couldn’t make out what kind of voice it was, just lots of static noise with it, though I was shocked and looked all around. Finally, I looked behind me and saw a glowing light from my parents work room. The light was indescribable as it was just so appealing to go to, and then I heard my name being called again. I decided to walk towards it, as in curiosity and it just felt natural to want it. As I entered the room, I saw the computer facing the opposite side of the door, but it was so bright that it still showed all of it. I just then walked toward the computer screen and it then said my name, and it also gave me some kind of feeling that I just knew what it meant. It just gave me some feelings that just felt like it told me to never give up, and believe in light.