Jerome Pryce.

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001. NAME• Jerome William Pryce
002. NICKNAME• Rome
003. AGE• Twenty-three
004. BIRTHDATE• 31st August 1986
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Hollywood, California

001. YOUR FACE• Joel Madden.
002. HAIR• Rome’s hair colour is black, though in the past he has changed his hair colour from blonde and to the more extreme colours such as reds and purples. Now he has settled for his natural hair colour. His fridge at the front is longer then the rest, having it flicked to one side of his face. Rome mainly wears his hair spiked up with gel, though on lazy days when he can’t be bothered he'd leave it natural, either that or cover his head with a cap.
003. EYES• Jerome’s eyes are dark chocolate brown.
004. HIEGHT• 5"9
005. WEIGHT• 130 pounds.
006. BODY MODS• Both Jerome's arms are inked with tattoos, sleeves going all the way down to his wrists. The top of his shoulders are inked with a punk styled star at the top and other various pictures concealing areas around his skin.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Jerome is the sort of person that likes to be different about his appearance. Choosing to be an individual. Jerome’s fashion is pretty basic and simple to most people, though he doesn’t wear what you’d think the normal everyday twenty-three year old would wear. No. Jerome prefers to dress how he likes, scratching the trends that most people would follow. The lad dresses in a style that portrays him and his personality and what he is about. Jerome isn’t what you would call ’properly’ well kept in his appearance, but he does in his own way look good. He chooses not to go for the overly posh smart business man look that most males tend to go for these days. Rome prefers the punk, rough looking appearance, mainly wearing hooded tops and baggy t-shirts and baggy black jeans. Some days he might be seen wearing the occasional leather jacket, black sophisticated round peeked hats or the ordinary baseball caps. It all depends on what mood Jerome is in. When he is not wearing a hat, Jerome walks around with spiked styled black hair, or on lazy days a sleek short fringe brushed off to one side of his face.

If it’s comfortable and it looks good on him, Jerome will wear it. Even though he may not look the part in most people’s eyes, his clothes aren’t exactly cheap. Designer trainers to the designer tops and jackets, he is like a big kid you could say, but scratch the childish attitude. Jerome knows who he is and what he is about and is more then happy to portray that to the world one way or another. Everyone has their own style and Jerome happily has his.

001. LIKES•
- Parties.
- Loud music.
- Smoking.
- Drinking.
- Females.
- Tattoos.
- The occasional brawl.

002. DISLIKES•
- Unfair fights.
- Women beaters.
- Loud mouths.
- Cowards.
- Cheats.
- Liers.
- Users.

003. FEARS•
- Dieing slowly and painfully.
- Being the cause of someone's death.
- Breaking someone's heart.
- Falling into commitment.
- Changing who he is.

004. STRENGTHS•
- Strong mind.
- Strong heart.
- Determind.
- Persistent.
- Street smart.

005. WEAKNESSES•
- Secretly caring.
- Gorgeous women.
- Fighting.
- Playful criticism.
- Practical jokes and sarcasm.

006. ODDITIES•
- Rolling his shoulders.
- Clicking his neck and knuckles.
- Sighing to himself.
- Thinking instead of saying.

007. ORIENTATION• Straight.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Never hit a woman, no matter how much you want to and how much they are pissing you off. Don't do it.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Jerome is an unpredictable character, he is not easily read and his personality is almost split in ways. He usually lives life with a fun loving attitude, though on other days he could be the complete opposite. It’s all depending on his mood and his surroundings, the same with any other person. Jerome practically embraces everything that life throws at him, the good and the bad. He tries to make whatever he can out of life, always attempting to avoid having a bad day, for life is too short to constantly live with a frown. Jerome has no care for the people that judge on appearance and do wrong within the world, Jerome knows that the world is a ‘every man for himself’ sort of place, and he accepts that. Rough around the edges, Jerome tries to do his bit for the world either way, whether it goes unnoticed or not. Behind his rugged and punk attitude, Jerome is secretly a caring and genuine soul underneath all of his sarcasm and boisterous antics. But although he is caring, Jerome is not naïve nor easily fooled.

With every person, there is always a much darker side. Even though Jerome can be caring and all the like, Rome knows full well that he has a severe anger problem. Everyday is a mission to avoid punching out at someone who is pulling at his leg or screaming in his face. It doesn’t take a lot for Jerome to snap, he tries to cage up his anger, walking around like a ticking time bomb. The only thing he is waiting for is for that specific someone to be that little bit of ammunition for him to unleash his built up fury.

001. PARENT ONE• Jacob Pryce / Mechanic
002. PARENT TWO• Cheryl Pryce / Veterinarian
003. SIBLINGS• Simon Lucas Pryce (Younger Brother)
004. PETS• A Siberian Husky with bicoloured eyes named Jasper.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•


Jerome lived a rough life with his family, growing up and always being told he was a disappointment to his parents. No matter what Jerome did, his efforts where never acknowledged, nor was his voice heard. Rome was the eldest son of two, his youngest brother being Simon, his parents pride and joy and seen as their only success. While Simon, Jerome’s well behaved little brother was gaining all of the parental love and attention, Rome was rejected and rejected them all in return. The youth descended his way to the only thing he knew well. The streets. Having felt alienated within his own home for so many years, Jerome found solace roaming the streets, the back lanes and alleys of the city becoming his playground. While his younger brother was going to school and staying out of trouble, something that Jerome never managed to uphold, he would spend his days hanging around with his friends, doing things that made him happy. Whether it was sitting in a flat and blaring out music or grabbing a skateboard and doing tricks in the park. Jerome was living his life how he wanted, living without anyone else’s rules and regulations but his own.

One day Jerome walked through the door to his family home to find his things packed away in black bags. Confused, Jerome confronted his parents and was told that he was being kicked out. His parents calling him a waste of space and nothing but a nuisance in their sides. Anger boiled and a confrontation beckoned to stir. The atmosphere within the home became unstable as violent words where thrown from parent to son. Words that would never be forgotten by Jerome. Finally accepting the fact that he was now homeless and without a good enough reason for it, Jerome left his family house and stayed at one of his many friend's apartments. Full rage and confusion, Jerome and his friends decided to hit the clubs to relax and have a good time.

After many hours of walking in and out of clubs, intoxicated and full of rage, Jerome and his friends took a long walk towards his family home with cruel intentions on their minds. Filled with hatred and the lust for revenge, Jerome broke into his old home whilst his family slumbered. The sound of glass smashing and cutlery hitting the floor, Jerome and his friends smashed the whole place from top to bottom. Roaming freely around the house with their faces covered and their hoods over their heads.
Rudely awoke by all the ruckus, Jerome’s father ran down the stairs to see several hooligans causing chaos and destruction within his home. His home which he had worked so hard to gain. Outraged, Jerome’s father dashed for the phone, calling the police. Drunk and uncaring, Jerome decided to take things to the extreme. Knowing his father had contacted the police, he walked into the room where his father hid and brutally attacked the man. As Jerome brawled with his father, the sound of police sirens wailed outside, his friends yelling at their arrival. Knowing that the son and father brawl would be almost unstoppable, Jerome’s friends legged it, leaving him behind.

Jerome was caught and was charged for being drunk and disorderly, the worst, charged for the attempt of murder. The police dragged him away, fighting and threw him into the back of their police van. Rome spent a drunken night within a cell and was soon going to have to attend a court case about his actions. The court and jury were against him and after a few days Jerome was thrown into prison. A world so brutal and barbaric compared to the outside world. For many years Jerome spent his life sharing a cell with murderers and rapists and psychos. This place wasn’t where he was meant to be. For years he wished for the streets he used to roam, for his freedom. All Jerome could do was grind his teeth and bare it, and within no time he would have served his sentence and be rid of this hell hole and back to the world he knew so well.

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The sound of trainers scuffing against the concrete stopped as Jerome stood on the path. Letting out a deep sigh, dark brown eyes peered towards the clean, white hospital he had just left. A sore sensation ran down his back as he slid his hand into his jean pocket, slowly pulling out a silver packet of cigarettes. Gradually placing one between his lips. Jerome winched as he pulled out a lighter from his back pocket, bringing his hands up, cupping his spare around the small flame as he lit up the cigarette. Exhaling loudly, grey smoke escaping his mouth, Jerome gazed at the hospital once again. A confused look was across face as he tried to think back of what could have possible attacked him in the park. Jerome couldn’t figure it out, but all he knew was that he now had four long rows of painfully sore stitches.

Eyes glanced towards the floor, black coloured hair falling in front of his face. Flicking the ash onto the floor, Rome lifted his head up and began to walk down the path. A trail of smoke followed him as he walked at a slow pace with the sound of his trainers scuffing the floor every now and then. Placing his hand into his pocket, Jerome pulled out the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed him. Frowning as he looked at them, he sighed loudly and peered down the street. Guess he wouldn’t be drinking anytime soon and a drink was exactly what he needed.

Brushing off his black baggy t-shirt, blood stains on the back with tear marks from where he had been attacked, Jerome strolled to a wooden bench. Sitting himself down, he quietly smoked his cigarette, flicking it onto the ground as soon as it burnt out. Lifting his hand to his ear, the black haired lad placed a headphone into his right ear, allowing the other to hang against his chest. With a click of a button, loud screaming music blared into his ear, most lyrics and swears just audible to passers-by.