JUSTICE, christopher reed

[christopher reed justice]

~~Your faith was strong but you needed proof

[CHRISTOPHER REED JUSTICE]

David Blaise

~~You saw her bathing on the roof


BEHIND THE MASK

hey there, i’m [TWITCH] and i’m a pretty awesome [chick]. i’ve been rocking it out for years and i’m just happy to be here. if you’d like to chat with me try [pm] or hey… go check out [KAI KILLIAN]

~~Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you


SOME BASICS

Name: Christopher Reed Justice
Nickname(s): no one EVER calls him Christopher. He is vehemently opposed to it all. Reed is pretty much his only name. Reed is what everyone calls him. Justice and Just are less common but they exist as well as nicknames.
Age: 19
Birthday: November 1st 1989
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: On a lot of levels, Reed is not emotionally mature enough to have a definitive sort of sexuality. He doesn’t really consider himself anything and if you asked he’d look at you, blink and shrug. It doesn’t concern him. He tends to think that boy’s are prettier than girls in a lot of ways, but that could just be a Reed thing. He’s horribly, stiflingly affectionate with his band, most of which are male, but again… this could just be a Reed thing. He may fall under the category of ‘questioning’ except he isn’t really questioning. He’s just in this state of unconcerned limbo… waiting for something.
Band and Position: Light of the Guilt – Lead Guitar

~~ She tied you to a kitchen chair


APPEARANCE

Hair: It’s dark brown in color and tends to sit on his head like a ruffled mop or some such thing. It’s like he has chronic bed-head. He doesn’t mind. He likes it in fact. It furthers his child-like sort of appearance. It’s long and goes kind of crazy around his face, especially when he’s playing.

Eyes: He has light blue eyes that at some points give away his age, let the world know he mostly isn’t a kid anymore. His eyes can be dark, and calm and sort of knowing. Smiles have trouble getting up there sometimes. But when they do, all traces of his supposed maturity are gone and you can see this wide, child-like innocence. He’s got nice eyes.

Height: He’s short for his age, for a boy, making it to maybe 5 foot 6 inches if he stands up really tall and tried to fudge his height a little bit.

Weight: He’s on the light side, making it to maybe 115 pounds. He’s a sort of scrawny one and his weight fluctuates a little bit when he’s on tour, he tends to lose weight, long hours, minimal food.

Body: He’s skinny, kind of on the scrawny side. He’s just an overall small person when makes it harder to believe that he’s 19 and not 14 or so… his personality coincide with his appearance though… but his appearance defiantly helps.

Distinguishing Feature: Nothing really in particular unless you count his eyes. They’re really rather remarkable, especially when you take into consideration everything else, everything about him and who he is. He’s got such innocent eyes, innocent, young, empty kind of eyes. And it a lot of ways it’s an accurate description and in a lot of ways it’s off by a mile.

Style: He’s got a really relaxed style. Reed himself would call it a lack of style. He wears a lot of t-shirts and jeans and odd floppy hats. It’s just who he is. He loves sneakers and everything is really about comfort, not looks or style. He dresses like a little boy in a lot of ways.

Other: Nothing really else.

~~She broke your throne, and she cut your hair


PERSONALITY

REED’s likes: listening to the rain when he’s in a car; listening to the rain on the tour bus; bundling up in a blanket with tea or cocoa when it’s raining or cold or just because; watching movies with his friends; cuddling; hugs; holding hands with his friends; being quiet and being okay because words aren’t as nice as the quiet; kittens; furry puppies; rabbits; rats; basically anything furry, stuffed animal or real animal; reading scary stories with someone there to hold onto at the scary parts; bed time stories; chicken noodle soup when you’re sick; coloring with crayons ‘cause it never really gets old; playing his guitar; listening to the cheers of the crowd; feeling comfortable and warm; sleeping all huddled up with someone

REED’s dislikes: very loud voices; people calling him bad names; people calling his friends bad names; bullies; people who boo when they’re on stage; people who tell them their music sucks with no legitimate facts or proof to back it up; being lost; being alone in the rain with no jacket when it’s very cold; being along in the snow in a similar predicament; being called ‘weird’ in a harsh manner; when his friends are mad at him; feeling unsafe; drugs; exposure to drugs; when his friends do drugs or are exposed to drugs; constant talk of sex; feeling pressured; feeling trapped

REED’s strengths:
- He’s quite resilient, like a young child. He’s got that toughness to his that shrugs off big things, lets him keep going with out getting too bogged down.
- He’s a good musician. Maybe he’s not brilliant like some of the others on tour, but he’s good, if a bit weird and quirky, even in his musical talents. He plays piano too, well, but again not brilliantly. Still it’s a strength of his.
- Something he is brilliant at is writing and lyrics. He took the role as the band’s lyricist because he could do it and do it well and that was really it. He has a writers mind and just lets it overtake him sometimes.
- He’s good at talking to kids younger than he is. It comes with the fact that he is, in a lot of ways, younger than he is. So he’s good at relating.
- He’s got a very good memory that sort of catalogue everything of interest or importance in his brian and just keeps it there… forever.

REED’s weaknesses:
- He’s awful at appearing mature and acting his age most of the time. He can do it occasionally, but never on command. He’s just a weird child.
- He has a weakness for the one that he loves and he trusts and will do whatever he can for them. He’ll sacrifice almost anything for his friends and for his band and do it quietly, as if it is expected of him, hardly even thinking.
- He tends to be quite easily manipulated and easily lead astray. He thinks through things very well and thoroughly but he tends to be highly trusting in people. It easy to get him to tag along, get him to follow, do nearly anything.
- He’s scatterbrained in the weirdest of ways and tends to wander aimlessly all over the place, not getting lost but not really knowing where he is, like an idiot savant wandering around a city.

REED’s goals:
- He wants to have 3 cats simultaneously… it’s an odd goal but he wants to have these cats, preferably in his own apartment. It’d be nice.
- He would like to publish a book of his short stories. He thinks that would be amazing.
- He always had this goal to make his friends as happy as possible. He forgets this sometimes, he weird little brain. He wants his friends to be happy.
- He kind of feeds off the goals of the other to get their banded signed, to win this weird competition of a tour, to become famous and all that. He kind of gets that from just being around his friends.

REED’s fears:
- Blood. He’s afraid and really horrible around blood. He is one of those people who will faint at the site of blood or the smell. It’s a really awful reminder of a terrible time in his life that he hardly remembers.
- He is terribly afraid of being left alone, especially when he has night mares. He has night mares awfully and often when he’s sleeping alone. He’ll cuddle with one of his band mates, sleep with them like that, quite and calm. Or he’ll sit in the lounge and stay awake all night.
- He is afraid of being left alone forever. He would hate that absolutely. He likes having people nearby, right there. He mostly just wants to be loved and cared for.

REED’s habbits/quirks:
- He always carrier a notebook around with him. It’s his thing. He has tons of them in a box in his bunk. He’s always writing in his notebook, a far away expression on his face.
- He has this tendency to look off into space like he can see something no one else can see, worlds unfurling before his eyes or some such thing.
- He tends to blink far more often then one would consider necessarily normal.
- He has this habit of eating fruit in the morning, every morning.

PERSONALITY:

~~ “You’re so weird kid”

Weird does not even being to adequately describe what Reed Justice is. He’s just a freak in a lot of ways. He’s a tiny little slip of a kid, the second oldest in his latest foster home, the one who’s been there the longest. He’s a guitar player, a piano player and he sits for hours on end staring off into space like he could see something no one else could. He’s really an enigma, this one. He’s got all these weird habits and quirks like how he absolutely has to eat fruit every morning, usually an apple, or he’ll be upset the rest of the day. Like how he loathes sleeping alone because it will give him nightmares. Like how he’ll stand in the rain in a t-shirt and spread his arms like he’s flying and wait until he’s soaked to the bone and then go inside and dry off an d sit by the window and write for hours on end. He’s unpredictable in a lot of ways. He’s smart but he’s weird and lacks a lot of common sense and will wind up in silly, stupid situations. His foster brother Jase called him an idiot savant, but affectionately and Reed never minded.

~~ “Your sister ain’t your sister, hun.”

After the deaths of his parents when he was six Reed found himself in the foster system. It was rough for him until he was 12, sent to his last foster home with these two people who loved him and cared for him. He lived most of his life with people who were not technically his biological relatives but his three siblings in that foster home were his best friends. They were good together, all four of them and they watched after each other. Even Jase who was a year older than Reed and aged out of the system when his little sister, three years younger, was 15. He still stuck around. Reed’s foster parents were always supportive of his music and the idea that he wanted to be in a band and so were his brothers and sisters. It was a good place to be, even if he had to wait until he was 12 for it.

~~ “Play me a tune on your toy piano.”

He’s really into music and has been for a while, since before his parents death. However but never really got past school programs until he was 12 and his new foster parents found out about his interest in music. They had a piano in the house and sent him to lessons. He got very good very fast. he was a brilliant musician but he was good and he learned quickly. He saved money from mowing lawns, allowances, lemonade stands, selling stories to the local library, things like that. He saved all the money he could to get his own guitar, not one he borrowed. It was his. He got this at 15, right when he and the Williams’ brothers were thinking of making a band. It was brilliant timing.

~~ “While you’re at it, write me a story”

He’s a writer too, little Reed and it’s kind of ridiculous, because he writes all these insightful things that seem like they should be too mature for the likes of the little kid. But he writes really well. He brilliant at writing where he’s not brilliant at music. It was great when he and the younger Williams brother met because the Williams kid was good at writing and lyrics and music as well. Williams tends to serve as Reeds sort of censor and editor. Williams writes his own songs of course but when Reed writes something the Williams boy is the first to see it. Reed will just hand it over, quiet and causal, sharing the spilling of words in his head and let Williams take it from there.

~~ “Who isn’t afraid of being alone?”

Reed’s a bit skittish sometimes and he doesn’t like being alone in the absolute sense of the word. he likes quiet quite a bit and he likes being alone in the sense that he’d sit on the couch by himself and his brother or sister would sit on the floor. Alone in the sense that he would sit in the back of the room away form the prying eyes of his other classmates. But the idea of being really alone, of being the only one in an empty house or another empty building. That thought terrifies him. It’s like that being asleep alone in his bed. He hates it. He squeezes in bed with his older brother Jase and when Jase left with the younger boy they all called Piccolo. It was understood by everyone involved and tolerated because it was Reed. Little, young innocent Reed who just wanted to be loved.

~~ “Spell PTSD for me, baby.”

His parents didn’t just die. They were murdered. They were killed in their house for their possessions, in their living room as reed played in his own room. He was six years old and he was the one who called 911, nearly half a day after his parents died, after he held his parent’s hands and got covered in their blood. Something like that would mess with anyone head. He gets nightmares all the time and he can’t deal with blood, he’ll faint. He’ll get flashbacks sometimes and have to clutch his head. He might scream. He goes to therapy, courtesy of the state of Nevada. He’s got a bad past, who can bale him sometimes.

~~ “There’s an amazing kind of world is in your eyes.”

Reed had this habit of sitting on the front steps of his house or on the steps of the tour bus and just staring out into space. He does a lot of that, silent staring with his wide, innocent blue eyes. He has a fantastic imagination and he can literally see these twisting shapes and colors and lines in the air around him. It’s like the childhood idea of seeing shapes in clouds but only different and amazing. It’s not entirely obvious what Reed can see with his eyes, but anyone can see that he really can get lost, sitting in one solid place. It’s disconcerting sometimes because it’s different then the kids who day dream. If anyone believes what they day dream it’s Reed.

~~ “You should just grow up! Just. Grow. Up.”

He’s very young and in a lot of ways he hasn’t maturated very much at all over these years. He’s stuck at 12 or so, maybe younger. He’s still got a thing for stuffed animals, he hates sleeping alone, he eats coco puffs and apples in the morning. He has a very child like view of the world as well. He’s very trusting and very resistant. He’s got this innocence to him that everyone can see and loads of people take advantage of. He has the tendency to follow people blindly. He’s smart but socially he’s an idiot. He needs people watching after him. He does best when things are simple and easy. He does best when people get him. He tends to speak in a very childlike way, with a soft voice, when he does speak, which isn’t often.

~~ “There’s a silence in your smile, in you eyes.”

Reed is the quiet type. He’s not really shy, he’s just very removed from the world. He kind of exists in his own little place and he’s often very quite. He likes to scribble in his notebooks. He likes to exist in his won little world and he hardly ever needs words there. Even when he’s interacting with other people he still won’t speak. It’s nothing out of the ordinary really. It’s just a Reed thing. Reed is a quiet sort of person. He does way more with non-words then he does with words anyway. Words are quiet things, lines on paper, sung but the Williams brother and Kennedy. Words spoke are for stage. That’s how he operates most of the time.

~~ “Can you even figure out what you are?”

He’s a very easy going individual, collecting information about himself and his life and everything around him one little bit at a time. He never loses his temper, he doesn’t have one to begin with. He’s not a fighter and in many ways he’s a already beaten. When he screams it’s in fear, only and always in fear. When he breaks down it’s from the bad memories of his past, never anger. He’s simple and calm and sort of floating through life with no idea of who or where he is but he’s fine with that. People like to ask him what he is but he’d always shrug, not knowing how to answer. People like to ask him if he’s gay or what and he has the same response. He’s not really sure about his sexuality or that concerned. He thinks boys are prettier than girls but he’s only ever kissed one boy and one girl in his life and well… again it’s just a Reed thing.

~~ “It’s all about friendship right?”

Reed’s very much about his friend and his band. He loves his friend and his band and he’d really do anything for them. It’s all about them in a lot of ways. He’s just devoted to the band and his friends because they give him meaning and direction and they watch after him and deal with him and he owes them a lot. Even Reed with his weird little brain gets that.

~~ And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


BACKGROUND

Mother’s Name: Lillianna Mary (Wallace) Justice
Mother’s Age/Location/Occupation: deceased – 28 at time of death

Father’s Name: Ronald Frederich Justice
Father’s Age/Location/Occupation: deceased – 30 at time of death

Sibling(s) Name(s):
Jason (Jase) Young – foster brother – age 20 (aged out of the system)
Tabitha (Tabby) Young – foster sister – age 17
Kevin (Piccolo) Barker – foster brother – age 15
**These are the most recent foster siblings that Reed has had. He’s had other over the years, but these are the three he keeps in contact with.

Pet(s): none

Any Other Significant Family: His most recent foster parents who watched him and his three foster brothers and sister since he was 12. Frank and Laura Gregory.

HISTORY

~~ Infancy and Toddler-dom

A child was born to a young couple in Las Vegas. It was a typical story. They both worked in the casino,/hotel business, like most people in the town but Lillianna, the mother quite soon after giving birth, deciding to take care of her son instead. Ronald supported them both and was home whenever he could be, smiling and playing with the little boy.

Reed was a bright child but he was still a little off, even at a young age. He was very bright and very curious but he was sort of closed off. He was the child that conducted his own experiments to figure things out. It was the way he worked. He read a lot when he was young, story books and other things. He likes knowing things and his parents supported him. They took him to piano lessons and really it was good place for him to grow up.

It all changed when he was 6 years old. They had a typical sort of house in a good kind of neighborhood but sometimes that really doesn’t matter. His parents were killed in their living room as Reed read in his bedroom, silent, hearing things, hearing gunshots and shouts but never leaving the sanctity of his room. Apparently it as a home invasion gone bad. Reed shuffled out of his bedroom in his pajamas, blinking slowly and observing. The door was still ajar but the neighborhood was quiet. It was a remarkable thing that would be examined later.

He sat in the living room in his parent’s cooling blood, holding their hands and just watching, observing, always taking things in. It was in his nature. He was gripped by this absurd sort of sadness but it never manifested into tears, not then, not for a long time. He didn’t call 911 until about 6 hours later, at three in the morning. He was calm and pleasant to the 911 lady and held his parents hands again, having that memory of their shot and bloody corpses forever.

He was rushed to the hospital, given a psych evaluation and put into the foster care system. There was an investigation that came to nothing and to this day there had been no trail for his parents death. he was questioned at length by various detectives, getting less and less as time passed but he had seen nothing. He was parentless, an orphan

~~ Growing up in the foster system

He was shuffled around when he was younger, trying to find somewhere to keep him. He was a quiet kid, tough to get along with, unpredictable. He was only left alone because the kids knew he screamed in his sleep and thrashed about and they were scared of this weird display of nightmares. He was picked on often because he wouldn’t fight back and they all knew it. He was just this weird little boy that never talked, had bad nightmares, sometimes in the day time and liked music.

He didn’t have as eventful a life in the foster system as most of the kids. He didn’t have to deal with anything very bad. He was never sexually abused (a miracle he dodged that bullet in many ways) and he shuffled schools and such but really he just flew under the radar anyway. He had some good homes and some okay homes but nothing terribly appalling. Parents often gave him up because he was ouch to take care of, inconsolable during his nightmares and just weird and quiet. He never really gave much love back. It was a problem.

~~ Settling Down

When he was 12 he found a really nice family who were looking for a new foster child. They had been foster parents for a while but they hadn’t had any foster kids in a year or so. Reed was their only foster child for a while. He got a lot of love and a lot of attention and he have it back to them. They showered him with stuffed animals to sleep with him and when he had night mares they would sit awake with him and this made it easier and less frequent. They encouraged his music like no one else did and set him to guitar and piano lessons and Reed felt wonderful.

The two Young siblings arrived at the house about a year after Reed. Not many couples take siblings, but they did. The Young boy and girl were good kids. Tabby was 11 at the time, sullen and withdrawn and Jase was fiercely protective and slightly violent but they weren’t bad kids. They adapted quickly to the family, especially when Frank and Laura told them that they would stay their foster parents for as long as they could. They were kind and wonderful but firm as well and Jase and Tabby needed that.

Reed liked his new siblings well enough. Really he was more interested in them than anything else. Jase learned of the boy’s nightmares quickly, it was not a easily kept secret. After a couple weeks it started being Jase who would sit up with Remmy and hold his hand and Tabby would come too. They shared stories in the darkness, like the shadows would keep everything close and quiet and secret. Reed told them about the little boy I the blood that was him and Jase would spin stories of pain and screams and an abusive father. They would show Reed their scars and Reed would share his nightmares and they would huddle together in the dark until they slept, or until it was morning again and they tried to pretend to be normal.

There was a very fierce bond between Reed and his foster siblings. Piccolo, named for the instrument he played, joined them when Reed was 14. Frank and Laura were never happier. They had 4 good, smart kids doing well in school, behaving. They were four damaged kids but they had a sharp, unbreakable bond. Piccolo was the youngest. He was only 10 when he arrived but they took him in and treated him like the rest. Reed got along best with Piccolo who never new his real family, was born addicted to coke and really had a touch time and was just glad to rest. When Jase aged out of the system and went to cut his own way in life (he was always back, every few days, updating them all, smiling and cheerful… they never cleared out his room) Piccolo and Reed huddled together in a bed, against the monsters and Reed’s nightmares never came.

~~ The Band

When Reed was in high school he met the Williams’ brothers and they were more of a curiosity than anything else. Curiosity is what cements things for Reed though most of the time and he began following them around, mostly the younger one who had issues with drugs even then and was just getting into a bad place. That boy was growing up like the city demanded they should but Reed was always staying the same. They were musical too and Reed like that. He saved all his money for a guitar, finally purchased it and he and these boys who became his friend, they decided to start a band.

It was hard sometimes with the younger Williams boy and the path he was sliding down. It was awful, terribly hard for little Reed who just looked at the world and never really did anything himself. It was terrible to see his friend falling into this. Especially after what happened to Skyler. He only knew Skyler because his friend knew Skyler but that didn’t mean her death did not affect him. The news affected him. It was a bad thing. He was hyper aware of death and it bothered him.

~~ And Now

Now Reed is on tour, dealing with his issues. He likes the tour bus and he likes sleeping when the bus is moving. He likes playing and those he’s not really in favor of all the noise that goes on with playing in a crowd but still, he likes the music. He likes the people. He likes observing people, being in new places. He still writes to his foster siblings all the time. He likes it though. The band really wants to win this thing and Reed wants it for his band. He’s good at this, the music thing.