#about / jc bancroft

[oddcnes]

–  have you seen jacob christopher bancroft around los angeles? the twenty five year old is usually jamming to star walkin' by lil nas x. word around the city is that they’re compassionate, yet, they can also be restless, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a/an musician/ songwriter and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with his guitar strapped on his back. when i think of them, i think of  broken promises within a broken home, late nights strumming on the guitar and the iron will of never losing hope. let’s hope the city treats them good!

STATS:

full name: jacob christopher bancroft

goes by: jc bancroft ( his artist name )

age:  25

date of birth / zodiac sign: June 14th / gemini

place of birth: cleveland, ohio

gender:  cis male

pronouns: he / him

orientation: homosexual / homoromantic

current residence: los angeles, california

occupation: musician ( guitarist within a band ) / songwriter

BACKGROUND: tw alcohol addiction, domestic violence

As far as JC can remember his parents had always faught with each other. The Bancroft household was a loud, violent and unsafe place growing up. But JC was somewhat safe while his mother was around, aside from the yelling when he did something he shouldn't do. This changed when he was ten years old. He had heard his mother packing her things in the middle of the night and asked where she was going. JC wanted to go with her, but she didn't. The last thing she said to him was: "I can't, I'm sorry. You look too much like him." Words that kept echoing within the boys ears even years later. His father snapped when JC told him about his mom had left, blaming him for her leaving when his father was the only one responsible for it. It was the first time his father beat him and it wouldn't remain the only time.

Since his father was an alcoholic it was easy for JC to get his hands on the alcohol as well, drowning his sorrows and pain with it. When someone got on his bad side he let his fists speak for him as it was the only language he knew.

The only real friend he had, or so he felt at least, was a girl who was living a few houses down the street. Her family was gifted in music and they where the ones who taught JC to play the guitar. It was the one thing that brought him true comfort. That's why he spent a lot of time at their house, avoiding to go home at all costs, despite knowing it would only make his situation with his father worse.

Eventually the girl had formed a band and JC became part of it. When he was eighteen they put their savings together and went to Los Angeles. Travled across the country to chase their dream together. But Los Angeles didn't make it easy on them and they had to work odd jobs to get by, played as many gigs as they could and when most of the band was close to giving up, they finally found someone who took interest in them, saw their potential. Finally they began to walk on the path that led to them making a name for themselves and finally be able to live off the music they were making. Unfortunately, JC's alcohol addiction put a damper on their flourishing career as he kept spiraling downwards. Together they decided it was best for him to go to rehab. Something JC wanted himself as well. He wanted to get better and finally leave all the bad stuff behind him. So the band went on a break.

JC is now a recovered alcoholic. He has been sober for almost two years and he does everything to keep it that way. Music and his band mean everything to him. They give him the strength he needs to remain on the right track.

ADDITIONAL NOTE:

He has trouble to sit still when he’s stressed or nervous, either he starts drumming on any surface close to him, fiddles with his fingers or paces up and down

JC has never been in a relationship and is under the impression he's not made for it either. He has no problem with uncommitted flings, but anything more than that? He isn't sure. ( this might change though, now that his life is back on track )

CONNECTIONS:

Cillian 'Leon' O'Hara — current friends with benefits that has started developing into more.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fellow musicians

friends

former friends with benefits

former drinking buddies

former one night stands / flings

[barbaralesliediane]

I love when a beloved white hat gets to be a black hat...

I’m a sucker for AUs that turn good guys into bad guys - assassins, con-men, thieves, vampires (that actually kill people), crime families, etc. 

The Shadowhunter Chronicles : Malec “Bang and Burn” part 2 of @superficialpeasant‘s Assassins!Malec AU Once the flying bullets have stopped, they’re left in an eerie silence. Magnus tries to get eyes on Lightwood and finds him straddling someone near the bushes, grunting and shouting as he beats them senseless with his bare fists. “We…” Punch. “...were on…” Punch. “...a date!” Punch. 

Malec is just so good for it, because they’re such good guys...

Alea Iacta Est by @lecrit​ “And a Negroni for my friend here.” Alec feels his eyebrows twitch with the urge to frown and the light, flirtatious smile he is sporting threatens to pull into a tensed line, but he schools his features into a composed mask instead. This is Alec Lightwood’s favorite drink, not Oliver Smith’s. “Impressive,” he admits steadily while the bartender walks away to mix their drinks, refusing to let his reluctance to do so discernable. Mal takes another sip of his martini, smirking. “I’m guessing that means I got it right.” A light jazz song plays in the background, but Alec barely hears the smooth bass of the singer, far more interested in the warm, polished tones of Mal’s voice. “You didn’t get it wrong,” he replies.

*NSYNC Popslash : JC/Justin Descent by Kaelie and Bethann "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, JC: it's gauche to date your food," Lance said, his voice dry.

if you’re brave, and don’t mind Justin Timberlake flavored nightmares, go find Flesh Mechanic: not an au by kel and lise

RPDR RPS : Trixya (Looking for something super weird? ow about a Drag Race/GTA crossover?) Friendly Fire by vrginsacrifce They don’t say anything, eyes heavy and warm. Katya smokes a cigarette, like he’s Anne fucking Bancroft, and then screws the butt into a cluster of chipped paint on the window sill above the bed. He sinks into the mattress and closes his eyes, his breath evening out. Trixie watches Katya’s last exhale twirl across the ceiling, thin and blue, dancing in the deep sherbert dream of a Sunday afternoon. He feels good. He feels right where he needs to be. It’s a relief. For the first time in a long time, he feels the presence of the two imaginary girls beneath their bed, stuffed in trunks, guts and garters locked up in pieces like two dead hookers, fridged but not forgotten. Those ballistic blonde boogeywomen are stirring back to life. We’re back. When his hand falls off the mattress, dangling there, Trixie imagines his own devil debutante reaching out for it, wearing the cheap costume jewelry that clicks and clacks whenever she loads her rifle. His fingers twitch in the empty air.

I could list a bunch more if I went bookmark hunting, but what are your favorites?

despite this evidence in addition to other posts, this is not a @superficialpeasant fan blog...

[oddcnes]

#ODDCNES; a dependent , mutually exclusive rp blog for CALIFORNIAHQ.

featuring; jacob christopher 'JC' bancroft & henry lang, penned by nini, GMT+1

LINKS: about jc ; convo jc / about henry ; convo henry