my name is Dee i’m 20 and i have a basketball game tomorrow . i live in the cst timezone most of the time but this weekend i’m back home in the est . my pronouns are she or they whatever tickles ur fancy ! i’m hopping on to offer up the body of my Son jacob vogel aka the lothario so smack that read more button for the worst intro you’ve seen in a minute!
( ROSS BUTLER / THE LOTHARIO / DEMIBOY. ) ❝ ––– jacob christopher vogel is a twenty-six year old bartender at bunny’s bar from new york city, new york. he must love good times by matt duncan because they’re always playing it. they’re totally gregarious & steadfast, but some people find them to be desirous & mercurial. they’re always carrying around a marker, fine point, and you can tell that it’s them because of thundering laugh. he reminds me of tire skids on side streets. a victim of quintessential l'appel du vide. to want, to want, to want but never to have. jacket pockets stuffed with grease stained napkins and, simultaneously, with thoughts. takeout for one. thick knit sweaters, tight around the chest: they keep you on your toes, they keep your heart from falling out every time the wind blow.
okay so . that much is on the main but i thought i’d put it here just for funsies before i jump into the real stuff. jacob/jake/jc if u knew him when he was Wee is most obviously the joey tribianni of the gang which like is fair but he’s also my outlet for complaining about how dirty they did joey ;/:/ (u ever wanna talk abt that hmu warning tho i will Never stop talking about it). im currently visiting family so i’m a little poofy/under construction for the moment but! don’t hesitate to hit me up on discord for plotting because i will be on there even before i get to properly posting stats n such! also im writing this literally as i get ready 2 walk out the door so forgive me for not making sense
TW ; NEGLECT , IMPLIED DRUG ABUSE
A HISTORY
jacob were born on may 30th, 1991 ( a gemini :/) in staten island. he’s a new york native and that shouldn’t be a character trait, but it truly is, because if your characters from any other city, he’ll constantly tease them about it. he loves his city, and his burrough especially, and its where he considers home above all of the physical houses and apartments he’s ever lived in.
he was born to a single mother and while he could call her one room apartment home, it just doesn’t feel like it as much anymore. growing up, he idolized his mom, because that’s what you’re supposed to do. you watch her put on her face before she leaves for work, you revel in the way she lets you stay up past bedtime, you don’t assume the worst of her. you stand up to her boyfriends when you need to, you tidy up after yourself when she’s sleeping off a long day’s work. you love her and when you tell people she’s raising you alone, they remind you that makes her even stronger and braver and capable.
that made it sting even more when it all crumbled down. when he realizes she never worked a graveyard shift, and instead on those nights he spent alone she was out god knows where snorting god knows what. (he now knows what, but he wishes he didn’t. perhaps she’d still be home if he didn’t.)
when they call it neglect and they take him away, it changes things. because he wants to love her, and he tried to brave a smile when he had his visits with her, but he could never shake what they told him, no matter how many times she tried rehab, or therapy, or swore she was doing better.
when he was ten, he was placed into foster care, where he’d remain til he aged out. seven houses in eight years, scattered through the city. he could call them home, because truly, some of them became that in his time there. they weren’t permanent, but they were comforting. even today, he still has relationships with some of his foster parents, as though they passed him along, he’s never blamed them.
as a teenager, he was a handful, he’s sure. he could never get a handle on classwork, he spent too much time hanging out in his old neighborhood with his childhood friends, he got caught under the bleachers with girls too many times. he was a piece of work and he can’t put that on his foster parents. (or something like that. but deep down, he didn’t mind. so long as he kept these things temporary, there would be no trust to betray. he didn’t have to worry about having a repeat of his mom.)
he did good enough in school to graduate, and good enough to get into college, but that all was short lived. he dropped out before the end of his first semester after realizing not only could he not afford it in the slightest, he just didn’t have a passion for it. he didn’t like what he was doing and spent way too much time jacking around with his fraternity, and decided he could spend his time better getting a job.
since, he’s been working odd jobs in the city. he settled on bar-tending a couple of years ago, but don’t be surprised if you catch him filling in somewhere else on his nights off. gotta pay the rent somehow.
THE LEGEND
personality wise, jacob is the kind of guy you want to have at your party because he’s just a good time. it’s always been effortless to him (see: all the trouble he got in for having too much Fun) and he can start a conversation with just about anyone. if anything, he talks to much, because he can’t stand the lapses in conversation.
he’s the lothario so of Course he’s out there having a lot of sex but he’s defensive of it. he’s a poster for sex education and sex positivity and having conversations about what it means to have sex in the Digital Age. he’s also a strong believer in the fluidity of gender and sexuality, and is openly pansexual and non-binary ( a demiboy he/they )
while, yes, sex is ultimately a way that he gets close to people without having to get emotionally intimate with them, and he just loves the attention, he really does get bugged by the stigmas surrounding it and the close mindedness regarding sex, sexuality, and gender that’s still pervasive in us culture.
he’s v much the poster child for being surrounded by people but still being lonely
he’s a Secret Poet don’t talk about it :/// he wishes he had been born into a situation where he could pursue writing but he’s not so instead its just a fleeting hobby and his secondary source of release after Sex but if u ever ask him what he’s jotting down he WILL say its just pick up lines :///
this was the worst and i’m sorry u had 2 read it any other time i’ll hopefully make more sense and i’m still v excited 2 be here and plot !