Joel Garfield

[Joel Garfield]

JOEL WILLIAM GARFIELD[/b][/color][/size]

Vitals

[/b] Joel William Garfield
Nickname(s): N/A
Age/Grade: 18
Birthday: May 12th
Place of Birth: London England
Ethnicity: British
Height: 6'0
Weight: 130
Blood type: O
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Sexuality: Questionable
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Persona

[/b] Joe is a tad bit lazy, really laid back, most of the time. he's kind of a slob and always searching for a little something something. Although he tries hard, he never see's victory. Although he walks a confident stride, he's rather paranoid of what people think of him. He's not the most honest person and is usually needy. Depending on others for money, food and what not. He has the qualities of a lost puppy, depending on when you catch him. No matter how much people get him down, there's no way he'll give up. It's better to have chased that high, or not to have tried at all. Although he may appear like a f***-up, he can be quite intelligent, once again depending on when you catch him. He can be compared to being a child sometimes, wishing to play with things and pouting when he can't. Along with his cheerful childish side, he has a paranoid part, leaving him jumpy and leading him to accuse people. Joel can never take the blame.
Mentality: Addict...Stableish
Ideal: "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!"
Belief: Spiritual

Hobbies: Watching T.V, listening to music, drugs.... DRINKING, air guitar
Talents: doing nothing, running from trouble, procrastinating,
Favorite things: Drugs, alcohol, rock music...... 90s pop music, boots, women, his special CDs, british flag boxers.
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Combat

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History

[/b] Born in the bright sunny land of London......"It's not sunny at all! What the hell are yeh talkin about? Clearly, It's grey and dull,you silly git!" Well anyways!! In the land of London born in in the parking lot of a concert.Right at the finale, a woman was rushed out... "More like she was dragged out! Mum just didn't want to leave...".So,on that fateful day Joel William Garield was brought into the world. The mother was young, but she and her boyfriend kept the lad, watching him grow and teaching him the ways of the punk rocker.

He'd eventually take after his parents, bad to the bone. "Yes...totally..bad to the bone..>__>;" As he went through high school, he'd find himself dipping his hand into various drugs. Anything to make the world a little more interesting. To one day chase a permanent high, when he was ready that is. So,he drank, got drunk, attended local and big rock concerts, it was all so lovely."Yes, that's very much what you'd call it. Bullocks.." Drugs, drinking, running and an endless list of detentions. His reformed parent's weren't quite that happy to see their only son falling victim to their old habits... Which is probably what caused them to make the choice to move. FromLondon is San Diego, in hopes to surround their son in a less poisonous environment.

"What a lot of bloody elp that did. I don'tknow which place is worse.Bloody fuck tards."

America is where he met his second love.. It was rock first,followed by a horrible horrible thing. One he wish no one would ever find out, such a thing shamed him as a punk rocker. But it was something he loved so much. 90s pop music. Such poison that tempted him so much, causing him to long for the time he was alone,just so he could enjoy the sound sof the ninties pop scene. Had he not taken the job at the used CD store, he probably would have been freed from the embarassment, never having to live with the fear of someone finding out. Picking through the used ,listening to them all... If only to save the store from trouble. Make sure it works, no matter how bad the music... "Right-o, there was so much orrible music... and that thing! THAT THING... Now... it curses me..."

So, it wasn't long before he enrolled in Public high School 774... Skilled in hiding his drugs and going to class tispy. Joel, enjoys buying and dealing, it gives hima little extra cash on the side of his CD store job.

"Like hell it does! I'm always feckin broke."
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Living Status Information

[/b] run down apartment, he's squating there.
Roommates: N/A

Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Stats

[/b] 10
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 10

The Bio Approval Code Phrase: "must be made of something weak...Like raditz.".[/ul]

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I.Love.This.Character.