Jesse - House show

APPEARANCE: They are an anthropomorphic coydog mutt; aged 26. His dirty blonde hair hangs low in frizzy, shoulder length layers. Pointed ears decorated by piercings stood above, crowning his head. His drab brown eyes are marred by dark circles looming below, with smokey eyeliner on his waterline. His muzzle is straight and tapered, while his nose is black and pierced through the septum. Tattooed into his neck were tire-tracks wrapping its way all the way around. His tangled fur is beige, and along his back are streaks of black & grey, countershading his chest to pelvis was a sandy white. He stands at 5'11, with a lanky frame, a shaggy tail trailing low behind him. (His penis size is 5.3 Inches erect, and 3 inches flaccid)

And on his right bicep was a large streaking scar long healed over, gained from falling off a moving train in a failed attempt to hitch a ride. While along his forearms were dots of scarred tissue from repeated needle use.

BACKGROUND: Jesse left the relative safety of his home in his late teenage years for the call of the roads, his home life was relatively stable and safe, even if his relationship with his parents was strained at the time. His parents were always pestering him about his future, or when he was gonna get a job or why he was coming home so late drunk or strung out on whatever he'd gotten himself into. Normal things to be worried about really. Jesse was just far too deep in the gutters to consider staying home, and his feet too itchy.

He also had picked up the guitar after being inspired from a show one of his friends took him too, he even went out of his way to build one himself from a 2x4, boat rigging and a cigarette box. He even declined MANY offers from his dad to replace the ratty guitar with something more proper, and he still plays with the same guitar to this day. He was obsessed with the DIY culture of punk, and still is with countless hours poured into his wardrobe.

Jesse's a houseless wandering junkie, he also relies on the kindness of strangers to give him rides out and into towns, and among many other things. When help isn't available, and trainyards are, he catches rides on freight trains and brags way too much about it to anyone unfortunate enough to listen at the shitty house shows he performs at. He also calls the band he plays in 'Don't Resuscitate' and he mainly tackles topics of drug abuse, recovery and living the houseless life with a bit of anarchist politics sprinkled in.

RELATIONSHIPS: Usually Jesse never sticks around in one place to maintain a long lasting relationship with someone, though an exception occasionally reveals itself when he hops trains, finding companionship with other train-hoppers and hobos. Though they tend to only last a couple weeks up until they have to diverge paths, or even breakup through disagreements blown way out of line by Jesse. He is also gay, which means he's attracted to men

There are times he's shown genuine affection and love towards the people in his life. Mostly towards the various men he's found himself in relationships with, but given his status as a wanderer without a home, they always end in disappointment for Jesse. When it comes to love, half measures are out of the question for Jesse, there's an almost overbearing quality to his affection. This also translates to his other emotions, negative and otherwise it's always at maximum capacity and it gets tiring quick, leading to crash outs and burned out moods between highs.

DEMEANOR AND PERSONALITY: He's a talented guitarist in a solo folk-punk band, his gravelly voice is hardened from a long smoking career. And his music comes out raw and unfiltered, addressing his substance abuse, run-ins with the law and the rejection of societal expectations. Restless by nature, he proves to have an entirely absent self control, even when said actions tend to be selfish-- He's a slave to his addictions, he'll screw over anyone and latch onto anyone if they prove to be an enabler for his habits. Yet beneath his angst and needs, lies concrete morals and a latent humanity that leaks through to those in similar situations as him. And despite everything, he respects peoples boundaries, and would never do anything to force himself on another person, which is the only piece of advice he ever took from his mother.

He likes to pretend that he's the epitome embodiment of folk-punk. But he constantly contradicts himself with his reliance on others, his 'concrete' morals that bend when his cravings come back knocking, essentially self-destructing any relationship's he's built to just stay alive. If he stopped now, the withdrawals could kill him after all. It's not like he wants to be addicted, it's just he always relapses and doesn't have the proper support channels given to him from the flawed US healthcare system.

When he's under the influence, he's sweeter, more compassionate. Like what he could've been if he wasn't a slave to what he injects into his veins. He's more concerned with the plights of others and doesn't turn the other way when someone needs a coat over their shoulders, or a hand to pick themselves off the ground.

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