Post by James Wessing on Oct 15, 2010 3:14:19 GMT -5
worn out places, worn out faces [/font][/color]
name;; KaLynda, but you can call me Kay, one of your admins.
age;; 18
years of experience;; RP-ing: 3 years. Writing: for as long as I can remember
other characters;; This is my first character
how you found us;; I was one of the people who created the site.
contact method;; PM
other;; I will keep track of behavior on this site, so behave ;P
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES[/font]
going nowhere, going nowhere
name;; James Christian Wessing
custom title;; Smarmy Bastard
label;; Catharsis, Inc. Personnel: Representative from The Net that deals with the Jilted personally.
birthday;; November 23rd, 1981
age;; 43
description;; James (never Jimmy) Wessing is not much of a man. Barely 5'10" with a stocky frame that wasn't muscular but not fat either, James was in no way a threatening figure. Until he opened his mouth. What James lacked in physical power, he made up for in wit. He didn't care that his dark hair was receding slowly or that his eyes were slightly sunken in and an odd color. Nor did he care that he looked like a lawyer in his many suits. James was meticulous about his suits; they were always well made and clean. He never let them wrinkle and had them dry-cleaned before they could get dirty. The same went for his shoes. Only the best out there and they were always spotless. This cleanliness carried over to his person. James was always well-kept; his nails were clean and manicured, his hair clean and perfectly styled, and his skin was never spoiled by blemishes. However, when he got really flustered, James was one to blush in angry red splotches.
When traveling from point A to point B, James never walked. He strutted, swaggered...and when he was in a good mood, he glided. For being so short and relatively square, James was rather light on his feet. He wasn't a great dancer, but he possessed a certain grace. This was seen, especially in his hands. James, despite his diminutive stature, had very long hands with equally long fingers. Most people would regard James's hands as those of a pianist but they weren't. They were just elongated digits with which he talked with. James was very emphatic when speaking and would sometimes gesture to prove his point. The movements were never sharp or aggressive, and were always softer without being feminine.
James's voice was his favorite part about himself. In general, it was a relatively low, growling tone that he could easily manipulate. Smooth and soothing when talking to a client or future employer; husky and rich when flirting with women (or men if the fancy struck); sharp and booming when he was angry. Of course, he used the fact that he still had a light British accent to his advantage. James learned early that when dealing with "those stupid Americans" as he called them, British accents were instantly charming. It was partly one reason why James always dressed the way he did; to emphasize his voice.
likes;;
•Scotch
•Violin music
•Sarcasm
•Getting ahead
•Sex
•Making people uncomfortable
•Arguing
•Being in control
•Bossing people around
•Smoking cigarettes
dislikes;;
•Chewing gum
•Fish (in general, not just for meals)
•Flip-flops
•Getting his hands dirty both literally and figuratively
•Beer
•Morning people
•People who are happy all the time
•Rock and Roll music
•Being called an addict
•Being hugged
fears/weaknesses;;
•"Functional" Alcoholic
•Being in a car crash
•Doesn't know how to ask for help
•Being ignored
•Being vulnerable
strengths/goals;;
•Very intelligent
•Knows how to diffuse a situation
•Problem-solver
•To be able to retire comfortably
•To be a branch manager some day
quirks;;
•James organizes things in threes
•Whenever he is drinking a bottled beverage, James peels the labels off carefully
•James refuses to drink orange soda because it reminds him of radiator fluid
hopes/dreams;;
•To kick his smoking and drinking habits
•To be given an excuse to settle down and have a family without looking like he went soft
•To be the leader of The Net
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES[/font]
no expression, no expression
personality;; Even though he may seem like a simple, smarmy bastard, James is really a multi-faceted character. True, the man he showed the world was not a pleasant one. James didn't want people to get too close to him, mainly because it made him very uncomfortable. So, James was sharp and sarcastic. He belittled others and made sure to be as annoying as possible so people wouldn't get involved with him. He was always confident in what he did to make sure that people never made the mistake of thinking he needed help or company. James took comfort in his ability to remain solitary. Sometimes, somebody would weasel their way into James's life and would become a friend. Though rare, those who obtained that role were able to see the real James Wessing. The one beneath the pomp and circumstance.
The real James was a person that nobody wanted to get to know but couldn't leave once they did. He was a sad, broken man who looked for the solutions to his errors in the bottom of a bottle every night. James hated himself for every mistake he had ever made and punished himself with a masochistic joy every day. It was one of the reasons why he didn't like people getting too close to him. James felt like he had made a habit out of hurting everyone who had ever regarded him in a fond light. So, James locked himself inside his person and never let anyone near for fear of hurting them. Even though he came across as a heartless bastard to the outside world, James was terrified of actually harming another person.
James is quite capable of love, and even joy. It has been a long time since he has felt either emotion so he has grown to fear them a little. James, when he does feel those things, is one to bury them where people cannot see them. It's part of his defense mechanism to never let the outside world see real happiness. Also, James relates those emotions to a very difficult time in his life that he does not wish to remember (hence the drinking). It's become very difficult for him to let himself experience those things again and he does not want to change. James has grown used to his solitary and depressing life and would not change it for the world.
history;; Before becoming asshat extraordinarie, James was a happy kid born to two deliriously happy parents. The only thing was that his father, Melvin Wessing, was deaf and his mother, Katherine, was an outspoken feminist who never talked at a normal volume. As a kid, James didn't know that this was unusual and went about his life like any other six year old. Until that one day when his father got ill. James was almost seven when his father was admitted to a hospital and had barely turned seven when his father passed away from an illness that was never identified. Melvin Wessing was one of the first victims of the disease outbreak that would eventually ravish the earth. James developed his cleaning habits after his father passed away because he firmly believed that it was dirt that caused his dad to get sick. But it wasn't dirt that caused his mom to kill herself on his 18th birthday.
James was recruited by Catharsis, Inc. at age 21 because they recognized his intelligence and knew that it would be useful. It was there that James met Ruby Salgado, the woman that he would later marry and have two children with. They courted for a brief amount of time and had a fast wedding because they had no family to worry about. They had two children together, Matthew and Maryann, twins and the light of James's life. This happy family didn't stay together long because one evening, while driving home from the zoo, the Wessing family's car was smashed by an oncoming slew of ambulances. It was a miracle that James survived. Almost immediately after being released from the hospital, James started his steep downward spiral into alcoholism. He isolated himself and never moved any of Ruby, Matthew, or Maryann's things.
That's when the final wave of the epidemic hit and whole countries were wiped out. Having already been working at Catharsis, Inc. at that time, James was in charge of helping relocate people. After The Net was created and the Jilted classified, he was shipped to Australia to monitor them and report back directly to Catharsis, Inc. on the mainland. James adjusted to his new life of power quickly but didn't change any of his old habits. He remained a miserable alcoholic. The only difference was now James has surrounded himself in a protective barrier that none could get through. James lived by himself after the accident that killed his family and he continued to do so in Australia.
HIDE MY HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW[/color][/font]
no tomorrow, no tomorrow
rp sample;;
Damn. James forced an eye open to glance at the clock. Time for work and here he had a hang over the size of bloody Boston. James threw off the covers and laid there for a moment, still in the hazy early morning light that he had come to loathe. His head was pounding and his throat was sore and dry. One of his hands burned fiercely from when he had drunkenly stumbled in the kitchen and grabbed the hot stove top. It took all of his will power just to stand up and every ounce of strength he had not to pass out again.
With a relatively sober mind, James cleaned his burnt hand and wrapped it in gauze before going about his normal grooming routine. He showered carefully, brushed his hair, cleaned his nails, brushed his teeth. Then when he was getting dressed, James chose an outfit that was easy to manage with only one fully functioning hand. That meant no tie which frustrated him a bit.
He made breakfast mechanically, scrambling eggs and buttering toast like he did every morning. He poured himself a cup of coffee and helped himself to a healthy dose of Irish whiskey while he was at it. One sip and his throat was burning in that achingly familiar way and his headache was fading. Gathering the paper, James settled down with his cup and the news for a good half hour. Self-medicated and up to date on what was going on back on the mainland, James gathered his things for a day of work. Making sure that his keys and wallet were safely on his person and that his front door was securely locked, James went to his car and made his way to work.
Of course he has a thermos beside him in the car the whole way. One part coffee and two parts whiskey.
With a relatively sober mind, James cleaned his burnt hand and wrapped it in gauze before going about his normal grooming routine. He showered carefully, brushed his hair, cleaned his nails, brushed his teeth. Then when he was getting dressed, James chose an outfit that was easy to manage with only one fully functioning hand. That meant no tie which frustrated him a bit.
He made breakfast mechanically, scrambling eggs and buttering toast like he did every morning. He poured himself a cup of coffee and helped himself to a healthy dose of Irish whiskey while he was at it. One sip and his throat was burning in that achingly familiar way and his headache was fading. Gathering the paper, James settled down with his cup and the news for a good half hour. Self-medicated and up to date on what was going on back on the mainland, James gathered his things for a day of work. Making sure that his keys and wallet were safely on his person and that his front door was securely locked, James went to his car and made his way to work.
Of course he has a thermos beside him in the car the whole way. One part coffee and two parts whiskey.
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