Jezzame:

Age: 23

Height: 180cm (5 foot 10 inch)

Weight: 65kg (143 pounds)

Hair: Brown hair

Eyes: Brown eyes

Build: Thin

Attire: Modern casual wear

Occupation: Game designer

Nationality: Australian

Closest picture I can find:

 

(Picture not mine. Will remove on request by creator)

 

Even at birth Jezzame had issues, lungs collapsing was not easy on his parents, his mother only getting to hold him for a few moments before he was whisked away into intensive care, it would be 8 days before his parents could hold him again. Then at the age of one, Jezz underwent his first operation, to fix the issue that had caused his lungs to collapse when he entered this world. Beyond that though, Jezzame’s childhood went without real issue, his parents treated him well, and apart from the odd bully, his schooling went well. His father had introduced him to video games at this time too, gaining a hobby that would follow him through life. Even the first half of Jezz’s high school years went well, the trails of his birth becoming a distant memory, all that remained were some fun quirks he had due to the underlying condition that had caused the collapse.

 

It wasn’t until he turned sixteen that the real issues began. Jezzame had hit puberty, having a large growth spurt, that was when the pain began. It was a pain that would follow him for the rest of his life, chaning the way he lived. It would spike the more activity he did, even school was a struggle, he managed to finish that year; despite trying twice however, the next year proved too painful to finish. For when the pain spiked, it felt something akin to a clamp lined with the spikes of a meat pulverizer closing over one’s sides, in the area between the ribs and hips. He spent a year trying find a way to control the pain, yet found nothing and no one that could help.

 

It was at nineteen Jezzame had shifted gears, instead of trying to find help that just was not there, and with regular school out of the question, he applied to an online school, one that would teach him something he could do, make video games. His love for games had only grown ever since he was young, slowly his dream had moved from wanting to play them, to wanting to make them, he would find all aspects of the artform interesting, and loved to see how all the components fitted together. Jezz started out well, but hospital trips began as new problems would arise, his condition starting to affect his body more and more. He battled through the setbacks to continue learning, reducing his subject intake, enabling him to focus more on the ones he did take.

 

It was only a month before his twentieth, the unthinkable had happened, Jezzame’s father, an architect, had died when a fire started in his work building. Jezz took the rest of the year off, he couldn’t bring himself to work on school, the man that had started him on this path, supported him all his life; was gone.

 

It took a lot to build back the will to continue. Jezzame had finally started school the next year, resolving to finish this for his father.

 

Jezz only got through the first term though, after that, his biggest hospital sint yet happened. 7 months. It was problem after problem, 6 operations in total. He hung on though, with his mother, sister and closest friend supporting him, videogames and the resolve to need to get through this so he could finish his schooling, he managed to get through it all. Sometimes, it was easier for him than others, he often found himself trying to help others cheer up when they heard of his ills, Jezz never did enjoy seeing others with frowns on their faces. The only way he could stay positive was because of his strong mind, this did not stop him getting low or depressed, it helped him get out of these slumps faster, finding the positive side, or a reason to keep fighting on, even knowing when to call out for mental help. By the time Jezzame had gotten out, his twenty-first had been and gone, that did not phase him though, he got out, now he could fulfill his promise to his father.

 

Over the next year, Jezz did just that, he finished it, having a portfolio, he submitted it to everyone looking for someone with his skills. By the time twenty-three came around, the jobs were flowing in at a high enough rate that he had been earning enough to move out and start saving toward a project his father had left him.

 

 

OCC:

I am very PM friendly and have no problem just talking to you if you want. I am also very flexible, much like with Jezzame I focus more on my partner than me. So if you don't like something or want to change things no problem, all you have to do is ask.

Finally: I do not care if you want to stop the RP, hey if you tell me why I would be happy to change it. But please tell me before you decide to leave. Because the silence stings, not the leaving itself.

I am often on late, so I may pass out with RPH open, if I am not responding, it is more than likely I have fallen asleep, if not, something has come up and I needed to go. I will try my best to eventually respond to each message sent to me.

Thanks for reading all this!