Jacob Miller -- {League of Dreamers} [D3] Finished

j a c o b + m i l l e r

appearance~
Jake's look is distinct to him, he likes to stand out from the rest of the drab crowds and will often make a statement by wearing overly extravagant clothing or wearing things in an unusual way. In particular, he seems to have marked him self out by tying a red neckerchief around his arm, signifying what is in his eyes the mark of a rebel. That's what Jake likes to look like - A rebel.

His face is matured for someone of seventeen, he looks more nineteen or twenty, this can be seen in his size too. He is well developed, never having to worry about starvation having come from a relatively well off family. His skin is healthy, but he looks somewhat worn out due to the bags that are often under his eyes. They sit as a mark of unrest - Sleepless nights and constant anxiety.

His eyes are a sapphire blue, inherited from his mother's side. His hair - light, mousy brown - is cropped short and constantly maintained to his style, combed backwards in a trending comb-over. His fingernails never need cutting, because he has a dirty habit of biting them. He'll do this in public when he's not talking or moving about, which isn't often.

personality~
Jake is what one would call a prankster, or a rebel would be more fitting. He loves causing trouble, and double so when he gets away with it. He's somewhat of a street artist, graffiti is his trade. Most of the street-art around lower-District Three will have his tag - a little black windmill. He is especially good at getting away with the petty crimes he commits. Not once has he been caught, this down to his mastery in covering his tracks and staying undetected. For years local Peacekeepers have suspected him of such crimes, but they have never gotten the evidence to prove this. This gives Jake a very cocky and over-confident persona. In addition, he'll often brag to the Peacekeepers discretely, making remarks about how messy the walls are looking. He takes great pride in ticking them off.

Jake has always been a womanizer. Whether it's his looks or the confidence that he oozes, he seems to be a constant magnet to the female gender. He seems to always have a girl under his arm, much to the envy of his male friends. He is a laugh to have around, generally joking or poking fun at people. Popularity comes easily to him, but having so many friends doesn't necessarily make him happy.

For Jake has been miserable when on his own for years now. The family he lives with is crumbling from the inside. Maybe he's more miserable on his own because he's used to having so many friends around him? Maybe it's just the depressing state of his loved ones that hit him hard... Whatever the case, Jake has wanted out of his house for ages. This influences him to be rude in particular to his family, whilst also pushing him to commit more severe crimes such as vandalism and robbery.

Jake enjoys simple art, such as painting on canvas as apposed to brick walls, but isn't fussed which surface he works on, so long as he gets his message out. He likes eating, and exercising too. Keeping in shape is high up on his priority list. Jake dislikes staying inside, for his house seems like a prison to him. He also has a fear of people starting to dislike him, or his popularity declining. He has a dark secret, a secret that no one can ever know, else his fears will all become reality.

history~
Jacob Miller was born the fourth child to the Miller family. By the time he was born, his oldest sister had already left the household in search of a better life. She had hopes to be an entrepreneur and was willing to leave her family to do so. So that left baby Jake and his two older brothers. It wasn't long before the family grew again, when he turned four, a baby sister was added to the siblings, before another brother three years following. Around the time of the sixth Miller child, the next oldest, Dylan, left the house for similar reasons. He didn't get on with his parents and had bigger ambitions.

By the time the seventh and final Miller child was born, a baby girl by the name of Hex, Jacob's last remaining elder sibling had left too. Jacob was now the oldest child in the house, with two little sisters and a little brother.

He felt pressured. He knew he had the responsibility to look after his siblings now that his older brothers and sister had left them. His parents kept reminding him that to leave would be an act to treachery, that in doing so he would never be welcome back. Jake took his parents advice and stayed, buckling down with his education in the District. Yet as he got older and older, the urge to leave was becoming too great. He hated his parents, the things he did on the streets were echoes of the rebellion he wanted. The rebellion against the people who gave birth to him.

He declined into a smug, sleazy teenager - A girl always under his arm. He slept around for a while, with any girl who he found attractive. He wasn't proud of his decline, his acts of vandalism were pretty much everywhere to him. He needed to get out, to change and escape from this cocoon of rebellion. He needed acceptance - Not just from his parents but from himself too.