Jethart Igneal

Jethart a salué ceux qui sont entrés tranquillement après lui, en voyant un à un ceux qui l'ont fait. Après que Cass est venu et a sauté sur le canapé qui semblait comme tout le monde était ici. Il est resté dans son coin, il a d'une façon ou d'une autre erré vers il a supposé inaperçu. Regarder tout le monde interagir et écouter la conversation, ne pas vouloir s'impliquer dans eux-mêmes. Il avait commencé à s'espacer jusqu'à ce qu'il soit appelé par Ariel.
"H-Huh? Oh, je dois venir chercher un endroit avec les yeux fermés, non? Eh bien, il vaut mieux commencer ça bien, en espérant que je choisis un endroit bon et loin d'ici. J'espère quelque chose au moins dans un état. Peut-être que nous irons au Canada si nous avons de la chance, j'ai entendu dire que c'est un bel endroit où aller pour un voyage ou des vacances d'une certaine sorte. »
En fermant les yeux et en laissant un soupir, il leva la main et étendit l'index. Ne sachant pas où il débarquerait, en Amérique, au Canada ou hors de la carte, Jethart se demande ce qui se passerait si quelqu'un choisissait le Canada, irait-il réellement ou serait-il forcé de choisir à nouveau? Jethart espérait quelque chose comme Washington mais comme il ne se souvenait pas de la taille de la carte, il vient de lancer son doigt là où il voulait aller.
"Minnesota, ou est-ce le Manitoba? C'était près du sommet, je dirais. Je ne sais pas si on pourrait aller au Canada donc si on va au Minnesota c'est bien, je l'ai mis dans l'un de ces deux endroits. Je laisserai ce choix au groupe, je ne pense pas en faire un bon pour nous tous, je ne sais pas qui a un passeport ou pas ou qui aimerait aller au Canada ou au Minnesota. Je vais m'en aller maintenant et vous laisser ça."
Jethart est entré dans le salon où était Cass, il s'est assis sur une chaise et a pris un livre qu'il a vu sur la table. Après l'avoir saisi, il a inspecté l'intérieur et a commencé à lire en attendant d'entendre ce qui se passerait avec son choix. Il n'avait pas passé beaucoup de temps seul avec Cass et il n'avait pas trouvé beaucoup de choses à lui parler. Différents intérêts et ce qui n'est pas le cas, il essayait encore mais il a décidé de ne pas le faire cette fois-ci.
Jethart Igneal

"the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."-Franklin D. Roosevelt
Jethart Abel Igneal
Nickname:Jet.
Birth date and age: May 4th. 19 years of age.
Bisexual:
In Depth Appearance:
He doesn't tend to impress those with how he dressed, he just tends to dress how he feels comfortable dressing. He doesn't tend to care about what people think about him, although he tends to keep himself looking good and his hair clean more often then not. Jethart has nice, flowy, brown hair that reaches below his shoulders. His eyes are a yellowish color, he also has a double helix ear piercing on his right ear on the upper end of it, and he has stubble across his face, he likes how it looks and feels.
His body remains in decent shape, he has a decent workout schedule that he follows. It works for him and that's all that matters to him. He stands at about 6'2" and likes how he looks. While he might dress oddly for someone with his hobbies and vice versa, he enjoys his own style and that's all that matters.
Personality:
• Caring • Quiet • Protecting • 
Jethart is that quiet type back in the corner reading a book, he tends to be a very caring individual once you get to know him, at that point he tends to slowly open up to those around him. He still remains quiet but as soon as someone tries to hurt someone he cares about he'll push that aside and do anything he can to protect them. If they are hurt or anything he will do anything he can to help them and to make sure they'll be alright. He will put himself aside to help those in his life, he cares deeply about people and once you enter his life and he starts to care about someone, good luck getting him to stop. He will do anything and I mean anything to make sure the people he cares about are alright, he'd even murder someone if it meant they'd remain safe.
Likes:
 Tea, a nice warm cup of tea is the best thing ever
 Reading books, manga and watching movies
 Motorcycles and cars, he loves working on his truck and motorcycle
 Parks during autumn, they're just so beautiful at that time of year
 Food, he loves his food. Shepard's pie is his favorite thing to eat.
Dislikes:
 Loud places, they overwhelm him and cause anxiety attacks more often then noy
 Coffee, he can't stand the stuff, it tends to give him headaches and the smell isn't nearly as pleasant as tea
 Too many people talking at once, it becomes harder to focus on your conversation in that situation
 Country and Pop music, they sound terrible just the new music people come up with now days
 Liars, he can't stand when he's lied to. It makes life harder for everyone
Fears:
 Losing those he cares about, even more so when he deeply cares about someone
 Being forgotten, he's been forgotten before by those he's cared deeply for, even some of his family members
 Losing everything he has ever had in his life, belongings, family and friends
Biography: Jethart had an interesting childhood, not many friends, always singled out and forgotten by the other kids. His parents did the same at times, he was always the quiet one either in his room or a corner of the hosue, always reading something. He didn't have many friends and didn't do much outside of the house until his teenage years. Once he became a teenager he was forced outside more, he'd explore town and listen to a boat load of music, he had a few friends by this point, more than before. He'd spend most of the day out and about, he found a nice little tea shop he'd spend a fair amount of time in, he'd befriended someone who worked there, she became his best friend after that.
As he grow older he'd spend more time there, he'd also spend time in the park not far from the tea shop, it was calming and it was beautiful in autumn, he'd read or walk around, sometimes with a friend or the girl from the tea shop. He never spent much time at home or talking about his homelife or childhood, not even with his best friend. He'd just live in the moment and do what he could to help out his friends. As he got older some left the area, he stayed and watched them leave, one by one. He hoped his best friend wouldn't go, he cared about her more than anyone else. Eventually she did, he remains in contact with her, they've been friends for almost seven years, they talk about most of everything and plan to be friends until the end of time. His home life after all of this, he still did the same things as when he was younger. His parents always working and siblings off doing their own things. He'd spend more time outside then before, the autumn air and how the park looked during that season had him out the most, most days he was gone for atleast ten hours just relaxing in the park.
That's a secret:
Theme Song:
Plush - Stone Temple Pilots
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
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