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arollingstone) wrote2014-10-01 05:47 pm
arollingstone) wrote2014-10-01 05:47 pm
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Are you over 18: Si! 23
Characters in The Box Already: Nope
Character Information
Character Name: TJ (James Louis Freeman, but nobody's called him that in years)
Canon: The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal
Canon Point: Post-series Epilogue comic.
History: Kid, your life is fucked up
Personality:
To look at TJ, he appears to be a simple man. His worldly possessions can fit inside a backpack, all it takes to make him content is a good slice of pie and a cigarette, and he seems to coast through life with a breezy devil-may-care attitude that leaves normal folks feeling like they're in the presence of either a modern-day shaman or a Burning Man castoff. But though it's not an artifice in every sense, that first impression can be misleading. Underneath his laid back persona, TJ holds the same human insecurities and fears of anyone. They, along with every ounce of shit he's been through in life, are simply filtered through his unique perspective on the world around him. Namely: he's going to live and nothing is going to stop him.
TJ is a man who looks at life and sees opportunity and potential in each new meeting or encounter. Even the scars he's obtained over the course of his life are worn proudly, along with his own self designed tattoos. Each has personal meaning, and the entire tattoo process revs up TJ's passion. The idea of scarring yourself with something meaningful is profoundly special to him, and he wants to be part of that process. One of his motives for travelling to Providence is to hook up with an old acquaintance who runs an ink shop there, in the hopes he can work under him. This 'give-it-all-you-got (even if you fall on your face)' philosophy infiltrates all of TJ's life pursuits. From making a deal with a complete stranger to drive across country, to scoring weed as easily as others might sneeze, TJ is not only good at living his own life free of inhibitions, but lowering the inhibitions in others as well. Amal is the perfect example, and over the course of the journey, TJ is quick to recognize the 'beast' in Amal and encourages him to let it out. He is, surprisingly enough, quite successful.
His ability to absorb the pleasures in life that so many take for granted has given TJ a wealth of positive experiences (even small ones, like catching a perfect view) to counter the bad years peppering his life. At times, it seems like TJ has reached the 'shitty experience' saturation point. He's been through so much at this point, an inconveniently timed rainstorm or sudden disappointment is a cause for laughter or a cheerful shrugging off. Even in situations that directly reference his own hardships, TJ is less likely to dwell on how things were in the past and more likely to reside comfortably in the present. He looks neither backwards nor too far ahead, choosing instead to enjoy the pleasures of the 'now'.
But TJ is not without anxieties. There are elements of his past that follow him, despite his attempts to push them back. In intimate moments, he can be nervous, even on lockdown from showing his own sense of vulnerability. In fact, his life philosophy in general can be viewed almost as a shield. Every tidbit of his past let slip is followed up with a joke and subject change. He has plenty to hide, from details of his life to his own issues with letting the weaker, vulnerable side of himself show. He's a man who can speak for hours on the finer points of Pet Sounds, but locks up like a safe when intimate acts and questions arise. The most verbose Man Of Few Words you're likely to ever meet.
Items on your character at canon point:
❥ A hooded sweatshirt, undershirt, and jeans
❥ Facial piercings: a septum ring, three earrings (one in his right, two in his left)
❥ A carton of cigarettes and a lighter (half-full)
❥ Some loose pens and a small moleskin notebook
❥ Four sparkly pink Hello Kitty barrettes
Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses: TJ comes from a 'real world' canon where special powers/abilities aren't the norm. However, if you asked TJ himself, he'd claim to possess quite a few. Encyclopedic knowledge of what is and is not awesome, the metabolism of 20 men, and a superior, frankly awe inspiring ability to completely fuck things up. And not in the cool, badass way, neither.
As far as the brass tax of his strengths and weaknesses, TJ is very good at keeping his cool in most situations that would ruffle others' feathers. He will take any measure of humiliation with a smile. However, that dovetails cleanly into what is decidedly his biggest weakness (aside from the habitual poor choices he makes in life): He will lash out wildly, and sometimes disproportionately, when any amount of hurt is put on someone he cares about. Depending on the person and the circumstances, even a small amount of discomfort is occasionally grounds for letting fists fly.
Also, he's allergic to cats.
Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample: Test Drive Link! Wah!
Prose Log Sample:
Horror wasn't really his angle. Not because it scared him, or because he was too cool for it, it just kinda bored him. TJ enjoyed laughing a lot more than he enjoyed being scared. Besides, he knew the monsters weren't real and couldn't get to him. No matter how realistic special effects got, that glistening silver screen was never breached.
Something rustled, no, growled outside his window, and TJ sighed. Every other moment there was a squeak, a creak, a bark, or a howl emanating from the deep inky darkness that stretched out all over down. Because of the power, they'd been told, or the complete and total lack thereof. So much for that oh-so-comforting silver screen. He'd take boredom over this much excitement any day.
Amal went out earlier to get a drink, and TJ was already feeling that creeping sense of loneliness. He'd begged off at the time, saying the last thing he needed in this hellscape was blurry vision and a pressing need to pee. Now, though, he wished he'd followed his friend to the bar. Sure, maybe they would've gotten eaten on the way, but at least he would've died with a friend, not alone wrapped in blankets like a sniveling kid. It wasn't really dignity that urged TJ to finally sit up -- more than anything, he just always hoped his death would be a lot more interesting. Not fireworks, exactly, but maybe a squared off Indian dude shedding fat tears over his beautifully mangled corpse... not to get too specific about it, or anything.
TJ stretched out his bony legs, knees cracking at the strain. Fuck this. He needed to get out. Find Amal, kill some of this creeping fear that seemed to hang in the air like vapor, and forget for a bit.
Hopefully he'd still be able to catch the guy.
Contact:
Are you over 18: Si! 23
Characters in The Box Already: Nope
Character Information
Character Name: TJ (James Louis Freeman, but nobody's called him that in years)
Canon: The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal
Canon Point: Post-series Epilogue comic.
History: Kid, your life is fucked up
Personality:
To look at TJ, he appears to be a simple man. His worldly possessions can fit inside a backpack, all it takes to make him content is a good slice of pie and a cigarette, and he seems to coast through life with a breezy devil-may-care attitude that leaves normal folks feeling like they're in the presence of either a modern-day shaman or a Burning Man castoff. But though it's not an artifice in every sense, that first impression can be misleading. Underneath his laid back persona, TJ holds the same human insecurities and fears of anyone. They, along with every ounce of shit he's been through in life, are simply filtered through his unique perspective on the world around him. Namely: he's going to live and nothing is going to stop him.
TJ is a man who looks at life and sees opportunity and potential in each new meeting or encounter. Even the scars he's obtained over the course of his life are worn proudly, along with his own self designed tattoos. Each has personal meaning, and the entire tattoo process revs up TJ's passion. The idea of scarring yourself with something meaningful is profoundly special to him, and he wants to be part of that process. One of his motives for travelling to Providence is to hook up with an old acquaintance who runs an ink shop there, in the hopes he can work under him. This 'give-it-all-you-got (even if you fall on your face)' philosophy infiltrates all of TJ's life pursuits. From making a deal with a complete stranger to drive across country, to scoring weed as easily as others might sneeze, TJ is not only good at living his own life free of inhibitions, but lowering the inhibitions in others as well. Amal is the perfect example, and over the course of the journey, TJ is quick to recognize the 'beast' in Amal and encourages him to let it out. He is, surprisingly enough, quite successful.
His ability to absorb the pleasures in life that so many take for granted has given TJ a wealth of positive experiences (even small ones, like catching a perfect view) to counter the bad years peppering his life. At times, it seems like TJ has reached the 'shitty experience' saturation point. He's been through so much at this point, an inconveniently timed rainstorm or sudden disappointment is a cause for laughter or a cheerful shrugging off. Even in situations that directly reference his own hardships, TJ is less likely to dwell on how things were in the past and more likely to reside comfortably in the present. He looks neither backwards nor too far ahead, choosing instead to enjoy the pleasures of the 'now'.
But TJ is not without anxieties. There are elements of his past that follow him, despite his attempts to push them back. In intimate moments, he can be nervous, even on lockdown from showing his own sense of vulnerability. In fact, his life philosophy in general can be viewed almost as a shield. Every tidbit of his past let slip is followed up with a joke and subject change. He has plenty to hide, from details of his life to his own issues with letting the weaker, vulnerable side of himself show. He's a man who can speak for hours on the finer points of Pet Sounds, but locks up like a safe when intimate acts and questions arise. The most verbose Man Of Few Words you're likely to ever meet.
Items on your character at canon point:
❥ A hooded sweatshirt, undershirt, and jeans
❥ Facial piercings: a septum ring, three earrings (one in his right, two in his left)
❥ A carton of cigarettes and a lighter (half-full)
❥ Some loose pens and a small moleskin notebook
❥ Four sparkly pink Hello Kitty barrettes
Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses: TJ comes from a 'real world' canon where special powers/abilities aren't the norm. However, if you asked TJ himself, he'd claim to possess quite a few. Encyclopedic knowledge of what is and is not awesome, the metabolism of 20 men, and a superior, frankly awe inspiring ability to completely fuck things up. And not in the cool, badass way, neither.
As far as the brass tax of his strengths and weaknesses, TJ is very good at keeping his cool in most situations that would ruffle others' feathers. He will take any measure of humiliation with a smile. However, that dovetails cleanly into what is decidedly his biggest weakness (aside from the habitual poor choices he makes in life): He will lash out wildly, and sometimes disproportionately, when any amount of hurt is put on someone he cares about. Depending on the person and the circumstances, even a small amount of discomfort is occasionally grounds for letting fists fly.
Also, he's allergic to cats.
Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample: Test Drive Link! Wah!
Prose Log Sample:
Horror wasn't really his angle. Not because it scared him, or because he was too cool for it, it just kinda bored him. TJ enjoyed laughing a lot more than he enjoyed being scared. Besides, he knew the monsters weren't real and couldn't get to him. No matter how realistic special effects got, that glistening silver screen was never breached.
Something rustled, no, growled outside his window, and TJ sighed. Every other moment there was a squeak, a creak, a bark, or a howl emanating from the deep inky darkness that stretched out all over down. Because of the power, they'd been told, or the complete and total lack thereof. So much for that oh-so-comforting silver screen. He'd take boredom over this much excitement any day.
Amal went out earlier to get a drink, and TJ was already feeling that creeping sense of loneliness. He'd begged off at the time, saying the last thing he needed in this hellscape was blurry vision and a pressing need to pee. Now, though, he wished he'd followed his friend to the bar. Sure, maybe they would've gotten eaten on the way, but at least he would've died with a friend, not alone wrapped in blankets like a sniveling kid. It wasn't really dignity that urged TJ to finally sit up -- more than anything, he just always hoped his death would be a lot more interesting. Not fireworks, exactly, but maybe a squared off Indian dude shedding fat tears over his beautifully mangled corpse... not to get too specific about it, or anything.
TJ stretched out his bony legs, knees cracking at the strain. Fuck this. He needed to get out. Find Amal, kill some of this creeping fear that seemed to hang in the air like vapor, and forget for a bit.
Hopefully he'd still be able to catch the guy.