BLACK, jacob

[Jacob Black]

what if i'm not the hero?

` jacob ephraim black ,
CAN'T HELP IT IF I WANT TO KISS YOU IN THE RAIN

only in a town this small
WOULD A FATHER KNOW WHEN THE HIGH SCHOOL DANCES WERE.
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full name: "Full name? Jacob Ephraim Black. It flows, I know."
alias or nickname: "Jake, if you're special."
pronunciation: "JAY CUB. Like a blue jay, and a bear cub. *smiles*"
gender: "Male, though I do look good in a dress. Don't ask."
race: "Wolfie."
age: "I appear around twenty-five, but I'm actually twenty."
sexuality: "Heterosexual. I come from a traditional family, with traditional beliefs. Not that I'm close minded or anything, it's just the way I am."
ethnicity: "I'm Native American."
nationality: "Look up."
birthplace: "I was born on the La Push Reservation."
hometown: "Where I grew up."
current home: "And have to stay in for awhile."
languages: "I speak two languages: body and english."
accents "I really don't have one of those, at least that I've noticed."
date of birth: "That would be January 17th, 1990"
zodiac sign: "Capricorn, yay for goats!"
education: "I finished high school, but seeing as their is no La Push/Forks college I never went to one. Besides, I have to be on call at all times, going to school would be a hassle."
career: "I basically only work for the pack, and my father occasionally. That whole on-call at all time thing? Not a joke."
automobile: "I don't really drive a car, just my black 1966 Harley-Davidson Sprint."

no one will dare to
CALL YOU PLAIN WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU.
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height: "Tall," six foot, seven inches.
weight: "fat," two hundred and seventy-eight pounds.
hair color: "with black hair and"
eye color: "dark brown eyes"
portrayed by: "looks like Taylor Lautner."

distinguishing features: "Other than I can turn into a wolf? No, not really. Other than numerous scars, but those happen."


physical appearance: "My personal appearance? Why would you want to hear about that when you could just look at me? Oh, poop, okay, I'll do this. I'm tall, hitting around six foot seven inches on a good day. I have russet skin, without tanning, thanks. I have a toned, muscular build. I do a lot of running, so obviously I keep in shape. My eyes and hair are both rather boring; dark brown and black. I'm used to just wearing jeans, or shorts, all too used to getting clothes ruined during transformation. And as a wolf my fur is russet, almost the same color as my skin. Yay for being boring and describing all of this."

It looked like clouds —
AND A SENSE OF HUMOR DIDN'T MIX.
A FEW MONTHS OF THIS AND I'D FORGET HOW TO USE SARCASM.
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likes:
"the pack, living in la push, fixing vehicles, my harley, running, renesmee, the idea of love, sharpies, doodling, adrenaline, being outside, the beach, swimming, cliff diving, loud music.

dislikes:
being cornered, anyone close to him getting hurt, the idea of forever, sexual innuendos, gangs, feeling trapped in this town, rap music, not being able to solve a problem, imprinting (as a general rule), boring/awkward conversations.

goals:
"become a mechanic, it's always something i've wanted to do."

abilities:
"My abilities? I guess being a werewolf counts as an ability. As well as having an abnormally high body temperature (I can stay warm in really cold temperatures). I can also heal quickly, and when in wolf form can communicate with the pack telepathically. I'm also physically stronger and faster."

strengths:
"Strengths? I'm a good listener."

weaknesses:
"Weaknesses? I can be made of instincts, and have absolutely no impulse control."

secrets
"Well, I'm a wolf. That's a secret to anybody not in the pack, or a blood sucker."

fears:
"Losing the pack, I love those guys more than anything.
Losing Renesmee. I don't even know if you can move on from an imprint, but I don't think you can."

personality: "Me? My personality? Why would you want to know that... unless of course you're a stalker shadowing my every movement in an attempt to become me. In which case I should be mildly afraid of you, huh? Hm, okay, okay, I will write this because you're insisting so heavily. My first personality trait is -drumroll- I'm a really laid back person. I'm not one to nag, or pester, or fret over little details. I just want to have some fun, enjoy life, not worry that it's not perfect enough or it's not up to standard or blah blah blah. It also helps me keep my temper at bay, which is always a good thing.

Speaking of temper, I have a quick one. It doesn't take much to piss me off in certain situations, and it takes me awhile to calm down and get myself back in check. Bad thing? Yea, I know it is. Really, you think I would've grown up by now with all the responsibilities on my shoulder, but alas, I'm still a kid at heart. A really big, furry kid. I don't throw tantrums though, I won't stomp my feet or growl at anybody. Actually, most of the time I'll get really quiet and fum silently, almost like pouting but you won't be able to tell I'm actually pouting. Kapeesh? Kapeesh.

I'm, well, heavily opinionated. I don't let go of anything that easily. If I decide I think something I'll keep on thinking it until I decide to change my opinion. Of course people'll try to convince me to change my mind, but it never really works. Actually, if you don't push you're far more likely to get somewhere with me than if you do. If you just let me see the errors of my way before you analyze them I'll change them. Simple, eh?

Fourth personality trait, I am, mostly, a constructive person. I like to work with my hands, and get stuff done. I won't be sitting around, pigging out on the couch that often. That's why I like doing mechanical work. It's entertaining, and gets the job done.


adjectives:
eccentric, outgoing, fun, adventurous, insane, dangerous, lovable.

when life offers you a dream —
SO FAR BEYOND ANY OF YOUR EXPECTATIONS,
IT'S NOT REASONABLE TO GRIEVE WHEN TO COMES TO AN END.
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immediate family:
billy black, sarah black (deceased), rachel and rebecca black.

detailed history:
"I was born to Billy and Sarah Black twenty years ago. I wasn't my family's first born child though, that went to my twin older sisters Rachel and Rebecca. I'm not gonna lie, I felt cheated out of having the ability to be the protective older brother. I would've been pro at it, I mean, just look at me. I can be intimidating and scary. Anyways, now that that little moment is over let's get back to my history. When I was little I used to eat dirt, a lot. My father told me my mom tried to stop me, but she was never quite successful. Most small children like to eat gummy bears, or boogers, but I had a thing for dirt. I really didn't grow out of it until after mom passed away. It was one of the saddest points of my life; everyone around me was in mourning and I was too younger to understand any of it. They said she died in a car accident, I was too younger to remember it. I remember my older sister Rachel holding me while she cried, telling me it'd be okay and I just kept fussing, trying to get her to play with me. But, eventually, all of the mourning passed. I don't think I ever got a proper chance to mourn my mother, because I never knew her. I can honestly say I miss her though, and she'll always hold a special place in my heart.

I remember when I was small Bella Swan and I used to make mud pies in my backyard. Luckily this was after my fascination with dirt was over, so I didn't eat it in front of her. That's how I remembered her when she first came to forks, as the girl I played in the mud with. Now, I'm going to do us all a huge favor and not explain my history with Bella. Don't lie, you would've be bored to tears and I know it. Truth be told I think that half my history with Bella was me wishing she wanted me as much as she wanted Edward. And then I had to keep telling her I was selfish, and that I'd let Edward have her and blah-de-blah-de-blah. Our history together isn't particularly sad, or happy, or even memorable, it's just there. Okay, I did explain a little of it, so sue me. Now, back to my history. I remember always being found of mechanics, and fixing things. That's why I decided to be a mechanic. See, it's not all that complicated. People always want to make their dreams seem like these huge, elaborate things that take hours on end to understand, but in the end that is not the case.

And we have the Cullen explanation. I'm also boycotting this explanation. Because, well, I could fill this paragraph full of all the vile things I've said about them, or thought about them, or tried to pull against them, but I don't feel like having anyone freak out on me over it. It's in the past, eh? Let's keep it there. I think I can live with pretty much all the Cullens, except Rosalie. Something about her just freaks me out. I'm sure if I really wanted to I could take her in a fight, but her whole presence just screams "evil bitch." So, I bet you're wondering why I sort of get along with the blood suckers, eh? Well, it's a long story. To start out with 1) Bella is among them now. I know I had to go through a lot of drama to get over the fact that she's one of them now, but, eventually, I got over it. It's like getting over having a broken leg, it just takes time. After she got pregnant with Renesmee, and Sam tried to kill her, it opened my eyes, just a little bit. I couldn't let her die, I wouldn't allow it, so I had to break free of the pack and start one of my own. I didn't want to be a leader, but I was forced into it but the circumstances.

I had a few people with me, Leah and Sam at first, as well as Quil and Embry. I went to kill Renesmee, when I imprinted on her. It was, complicated. I felt extremely protective of her and wanted her to be happy and safe. Being she was so young all I felt for her was protectiveness, but when she grows old enough for it they'll turn into romantic feelings. Yay for being a wolf, right? And because of the imprint I got on good terms with Bella, and Edward, and the rest of the Cullens. Except, as earlier state, Rosalie. And it's pretty good, at least so far.

where do you fit into that scheme?
OH, I'M WITH THE VAMPIRES, OF COURSE.
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Delaney rolled out of bed, hitting the hard cement floor hard. Wait... hard cement floor? She knew that wasn't normal, at least not for Hogwarts where the dormitories had wood flooring. She lay still on the floor as she tried to piece last night together. She remembered a Hogsmeade visit, a cup of firewhiskey, a guy.. oh shit. That just sounded like an explanation for disaster. She propped herself on her elbows so she could see if anyone else was in the bed, noticing the six foot four guy she met at The Three Broomsticks. He was naked and looking pleased with himself; even in his sleep. She wondered for a moment if he realized she was jail bait, him being obviously out of school for awhile, but those thoughts were quickly eaten up by a need to find her clothing. Find her clothing, and find it fast. She really had no want (or need) to have him wake up and ask something obnoxious like if she wanted to go again. Truth be told she couldn't even remember the sex, the only evidence she had that it happened was that she was bare butt naked and sore as all hell. She stood up, dropping the sheet she had wrapped around herself to search for her clothing. She found her black lace bra first, then her pants, but she couldn't seem to find her underwear of her shirt. She decided her underwear wasn't important enough to search for and pulled on her pants, her bra quickly following it. But she had no plans of walking into the street without a shirt, so she decided to keep searching for that.

She tried to walk on her toes, prancing around the place half dressed. She saw the man stir, silently cursing herself for putting herself in this situation. "Ah-ha!" She exclaimed as she found it, snatching it up. Then she realized she practically shouted and cursed herself once again, waiting for the man to pull a pop-goes-the-weasel and ask her where she was going. But, to her luck he did no such thing and just lay there, starting to snore. She crept out the door, not even bothering to leave him a note or anything. If he brought her home after only meeting her once she didn't think he'd care much if she just left without leaving a note or something. She wasn't one of those girls who kept coming back to someone every time they asked, not by any stretch of the imagination. Stepping out into the street she recognized the place almost immediately: Knockturn Alley. It hadn't been too long since she had been here, last year to be exact. Her father's favorite shop was up the street, some pawn shop that carried just about everything worth having. Well, at least worth having by his standards. She wasn't even quite sure why her father was so interested in everything related to the dark arts, but she did know that if he decided to join the dark tribe he couldn't force herself to. Okay, technically he could, but she wouldn't be very pleased by it.

She chuckled quietly, thinking about how non-nonchalant her thoughts about the dark tribe were. Technically no one was even supposed to know about them yet and here she was, secretly laughing about them. She needed help, I mean really. Who in their right mind secretly laughs about a bunch of physcos who wanted to kill half the wizarding race? Well, Delaney did, which just showed that there was something mentally wrong with her. She didn't want to go back to Hogwarts just yet, not willing to explain what she was doing to whoever was going to jump down her throat when she got back, so she decided to walk to her father's favorite pawn shop, look around, see if anything interesting would happen. She walked into the store, feeling a hand smack her ass as she did so. She figured it wasn't normal to just keep walking, but that's exactly what she did. It had happened to her far too many times for it to start bugging her now. She walked in, the musty, dingy air kind of refreshing for her, as nuts as that sounds. It was like awaking to her senses after all the fresh air she had gotten yesterday. No, of course it wasn't pleasant, but it was refreshing. Unusual, making her nose wrinkle slightly as if she had just eaten something extremely sour, but refreshing. Her hands touched everything on one of the lower shelves, dust coating them as if they hadn't been dusted in years. Which they probably hadn't, knowing the shop keeper. She wiped them on her extremely tight blue jeans, looking around still.

"Holy fuck!" Her super hearing heard the exclaim and turned around to see a girl with a fire ring. Well, at least that's what Laney called them. Her father got her one for Christmas, swearing up and down that the burning sensation would go away after she wore it for an extended period of time. Which it didn't, but it was almost numbing after she wore it for three months straight. Laney didn't wear it because she thought it was cool, she wore it because her father gave it to her. Which was enough reason to deal with the pain if there was any. "Fire ring, one of my favorites." She chuckled lightly, just taking notice to what the girl looked like. Her eyes went big, though she tried to remain a calm stature. It was like looking into a mirror. A less slutty, tougher looking mirror, but you get the point. She was too confused right now to let any coherent thoughts through her head, and she gasped lightly, trying to figure out who in the fuck this girl was. "Who are you?" She asked rather harshly, seeming as if she took offense that the girl looked like her twin. She cleared her throat, trying at least to take on a gentler tone. "Sorry, I mean, have we met before? You look like, well," she coughed, trying to make it obvious. "Me."