Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 22, 2009 16:23:26 GMT -5
the one and only
[/color]FULL NAME:
It's James Spencer DeWolfe, kid.
NICK NAME(S):
Either Jam, Jj, Spence or nothing at all, though occasionally I will listen if you call me 'asshole'.
AGE:
I just about have nineteen belts holding up my jeans.
BIRTHDAY:
Halloween, ooh scary. Erm, I think I was born in 1991.
PLACE OF BIRTH:
In a hospital, no doubt. Though if you mean the country and stuff; it would be Central Park, New York.
PLAY-BY:
The dude with the hordes of different colored jackets. Alex Gaskarth, right!
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it's a lifestyle
[/color]OCCUPATION:
Pfft, I'm too good for a job, man. Nah, I'm kidding, I work at Rushmore's; unfortunately.
BAND:
The best band on the planet; All Systems Are Go!
POSITION:
I'm kicking shit with my rhythm guitar and kick ass backing vocals.
BAND HISTORY:
Shit man, we've been around for four years and we're a tightass group, always kicking off about something or another. We're literally a bunch of idiots that fuck around with cool sounding music, learning by ear and not listening to a word that other people say about us. Sure we're had a few hardships and stuff, but we've always been pretty damn close and always will be. We're hormonal teens (ahem, sorry Jaxxybby!) with a thirst for... music and the rockstar scene; we're never gonna let any differences we have with each other, get in the way of our friendship and music - though we could do without the girls of Because We Can.
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you know I'm so hot
APPEARANCE:
Well to start with, James' hair is pretty damn awesome; so he says anyway. It's a rich brown with blonde highlights which just come so naturally to him. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown and sparkle whenever he smiles at anyone and everything. At the moment he's attempting to grow a tache, but he doesn't think it's going too well. James stands at around six foot one and weighs a rather healthy one hundred and twenty three pounds in total.
STYLE:
It's loud. It's bright. It's eccentric and it's more certainly; James. He'll wear anything you give him - even if it's a dress. He doesn't care what he wears and he doesn't care what anyone thinks about his choice of clothing either. James is his own person and if he decides that one day he's going to wear skinny jeans with striped, neon socks over the top, with odd shoes then he will do so and God help anyone that laughs at him. Seriously. Some people could say that he's gothic; others would argue that it's emo, then there are a select few that suggest 'grunger'. A mix of goth, emo, skater and punk. Which is true doesn't stop James from wearing his own style. Hoodies and brightly colored sunglasses are his forté, as are hats and Converse, along with stripes.
MARKINGS:
James has a tattoo on his arm, one on the back of his leg and one on his ass. He also has several hundred track marks from his drug abuse and a scar across his shoulder blades.
PIERCINGS:
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all the small things
LIKES:
This guy likes a lot of things, mainly things that are bad for him though; drugs, for instance - he got hooked on these a while back. Alcohol is another thing - also another thing that he got hooked on, around about the same time he got hooked on those drugs. Oh, he does also like things that are good for him, like; apples, drawing, vimto, diet coke (not sure if the last two constitute as 'good for him', but hey! they're better than drugs and alcohol any day - even if they do... rot your teeth, slowly. Strawberry mou-- actually that's more of an obssesion, one in which won't be put. into. detail. Rich tea biscuits, bit soggy if you dunk them in tea for too long - good thing he doesn't like tea! Plastic cutlery, that's an interesting one... psychology; oh yes! Music; of course. One more? Books. Yes, plentiful of books.
DISLIKES:
Whatever you do DO NOT WAKE HIM UP ON A SUNDAY; he absolutely loathes it. Another thing that he loathes - something that you'll surely get shouted at if you do it - is being disturbed whilst he's reading. He doesn't like it when people tell him what to do (although admittedly; he will listen to Daphne, when she does it). Having things 'explained' to him 'Yeah!? I ALREADY KNOW HOW TO DO IT, FUCKERS!' Like normal people, James has a problem with his car, or rather, he'd like to kick it when it doesn't want to start. If, by the off-chance you happen to catch him reading, don't, under any circumstances, call him a nerd - if you'd like your balls to stay in their natural place. On another note; bossy people; these; 'know-it-alls, mary-sues, gary-stus', really get on his nerves - if he had his way, James would sanction each and everyone of them. Oh, plasticplasticplastic - hello 'Barbie' of the real world, if you were any more 'prep' you'd be a tissue - not good enough at even the toughest 'customers', buy a cheeseburger... or several. Sometimes his car won't... stop, it'll start fine; it's just the stopping, occasionally and although he does laugh at this and shrug it off as though it doesn't matter, it embarrasses him and he hates it. If it's raining, James is on the inside! It's not that he's afraid of getting wet, it's more to do with the fac-- yeah, it's to do with him getting wet, nothing else. He doesn't like being wet, unless it's an intentional wetting... or spontanieous.
STRENGTHS:
Haha, ah, you've got to be kidding me. The only strengths that James have aren't even worth listing. There's his ability to analyse people and their emotions. Using those emotions of other people to his advantage. He never gives up; this could be borderline OCD if he wasn't so conceited. James likes messing with people's minds - it is, without a doubt, something that he is good at, almost being manipulative, charming, intelligent and... music.
WEAKNESSES:
At one point, drugs and alcohol were his major weaknesses; now this is only alcohol. Pretty girls, but not slutty or 'prep' ones; they creep him out. His inability to show his own emotions; even those he does very well in getting other people to show theirs. Seeing Daphne upset/angry; for some reason it just really sets him off. If you speak another language; he's easily confused. Actually, he's pretty much easily confused all the time. Chocolate equals HUGE, DINOSAUR-SHAPED weakness. Mm.
FEARS:
That this dinosaur-shaped chocolate (if and when he finds it) will eat him before he eats it, rather... irrational that one, don't you think so? Anyway; he also fears that we will all die in 'a big, puffy cloud of ow'; another irrational one, or just plain stupid. Another would be his fear of becoming homeless and having to live on the streets, drinking gutter water and eating yesterday's newspapers. The world running out of brightly colored, neon, material; no socks, no hats (goodness gracious) and no HOODIES. Oh, boo hoo.
HABITS:
He is constantly tapping his fingers on surfaces and mumbling under his breath whenever a person annoys him.
GOALS:
To asphyxiate all the 'know-it-alls', 'mary-sues' and gary-stus', and to find a chocolate bar that is not only just dinosaur-shaped but also dinosaur-sized - Willy Wonka, here he comes.
SECRET:
One thing, for certain, that he keeps a secret is his year in rehab. Another thing would be his little addiction to the drugs. And, one more would be his love for Daphne, when she had been alive.
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quite the charmer
PERSONALITY:
If you really want to get to know the person that is called 'James' you would first have to find yourself a dictionary and look up the word 'the', once you've found that word, go ahead and find the word 'very', then 'epitome', 'of' - there'd be no need for you to find 'the' again, unless you really want to - 'word', 'weird'. Under 'weird' you should find 'James Spencer DeWolfe'. If it's not there, trying looking under the word; 'bizzare', or even 'strange'. Once you've got that cleared up, you pretty much know what to expect from James.
Not.
He's eccentric in the sense of 'going overboard' and he certainly doesn't know when to stop. His personality needs to be modified to a certain extent whereby he's not floundering around the place with an air of suspicion hanging around him like a vampire cloak. He's a trouble maker, a fighter and someone who will not let down even after he's had his share. Speaking of sharing; he doesn't like doing that with anything, although he would be the type of person to go upto you and steal a couple of your chips or ask to borrow your lighter and not give it back until you get mad at him. Even then he won't give it back; he'll throw it at you instead.
Now, although I mentioned that he's a fighter; James doesn't really like the concept of violence, he'd always thought of it as an act of... well, violence and thought it prude, crude, rude and petty. Possibly hence why he gets into a lot of fights. Oh, this might also be due to the fact that he starts most of the fights by provoking and winding up the people he gets into these fights with. When he's in 'the zone' there's no getting him out if, he won't back down, he'll stand his ground and he'll use every ounce of his moral fibre to get the other person(s) to quit before it turns even uglier than what it was beforehand.
Another thing to mention would be the fact that, although he's attractive and can be percieved as a womanizer, he's actually not, funnily enough. No; this is probably mainly due to the fact that Daphne practically had him wrapped around her little finger. Whatever whimsical wish or desire she may have had you could always guarentee that James would be there to fulfill this for her, no matter the cost. Could he be a hopeless romantic, secretly!? The answer is yes. Yes, he is.
If you haven't already noticed by now, James is a rather complex creature; he studies psychology and is able to analyse people and manipulate them into showing their emotions which he will then use for his own personal gain; kicking the person while they are down. Coward? Concurred.
James Spencer DeWolfe is nothing more than a hopelessly romantic coward with nothing to live for except his pride, shallow-ness, conceited-ness, bigheaded-ness and whimsical desires of his one, and only, love Daphne (well, until she died). - although, rather admittedly, the boy is fucking good musician.
Have you heard his voice!?
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you know I can't resist
SEXUALITY: On legs... well, anything that walks and talks; doesn't matter if it's male of female.
TURN ONS: He loves brown headed humans, ones who can drink until they can no longer stand, guys and girls who relinquish control for him, dazzling eyes, cockiness, assertiveness.
TURN OFFS: James despises girls who think they're attractive, idiots, submissiveness, people who take control, too much confidence, quirky habits, disgusting habits.
RELATIONSHIP HISTORY:
At one point, James had thought that he'd found the perfect person for his personality, and for a long time the two of them were completely inseperable. They were rarely seen without each other and it was upon rare occasions where you could see him yelling at her.. well, not really yelling. He loved her more than he was able to voice so it definitely came to a bad shock to him when he found out that she'd killed herself one night. He's not been in a relationship since Daphne.
legend in the making
MOTHER: How the hell should he know this one? His father slept with at least three different women each night so he can't possibly be sure as to whom his real mother is, so for all he knew she could be a prostitute, or dead at the bottom of a lake, somewhere.
FATHER: Well, his name was Timothy DeWolfe; fifty seven years of age; and a district attorney, though it wasn't as though he ever really listened to what his father said to him anyway, especially not since he was never around to tell him what to do, how to do it and such. Yeah, James was never close to him.
SIBLINGS: Quite possible, if he knew who his mother was and if she had any other children besides him... For all he knows, he could have a brother called... Whale, who lives in a dustbin on the streets of Mexico. Or a sister called Rat, who lives on the roof of an allotment that is falling down in the middle of nowhere, state: Transvestylvania.
HISTORY:
The life of this soggy soul began in a time that was at a place that was somewhere in the middle of Central Park. A union of two rather estranged people who barely knew each other, yet knew everything about the other. They'd only been together seven hours - seven and a half at a push - and already they had drawn, blue prints of each others bodies in their minds. Something was to not be forgotten. For a very long time. The gentleman's name; if you really must know, was Timothy and he was supposed to be the most powerful district attorney in the district (freaking duh). The lady's name was... unimportant, for now. Actually, it was so unimportant that Timothy forget to get her name although and had no clue who she was, note even after she left. To a normal person this could all seem very strange, but it wasn't. At least, to Timothy it wasn't anyway- he was somewhat of a pimp. Laugh if you will!
Yes, well, anyway. For nine months Timothy heard nothing of the woman until one night when his doorbell rang and he opened it and found a note. The woman had had the decency to find out who he was and in the note she had threatened him some. Timothy simply scoffed at her letter and passed it off as indecency. Unfortunately, said woman lived upto her threat and three years later he woke up to find a toddler on his doorstep. Toddler was James. James was three and he smelled, really bad. Silently cursing the woman, Timothy took James into his home and cared for him in the best way possible; even hiring him a private tutor so that he could get his work done in peace and James had no need to pester him while he was doing important stuff. This was going to work - he hoped. They moved to Fairview when he was seven.
It did, much to his surprise. Timothy managed to pass James off to a private tutor for twelve to fourteen hours a day. They, James and the tutor, would often go out; this is when James met Daphne and became close friends with her. Then they'd go back home, study, eat, bathe and then go to sleep. (Then Daphne's mother killed herself and everything went downhill from there). This was pretty much the normal routine for James, right around until he was thirteen; when he started mainstream school and formed a band with Daphne. He'd fallen in love with her somewhere along those lines but had never really found the courage to do anything about it; he'd rather just sit back and say nothing, not wanting to risk jeapordising this beautiful relationship that they had together. It truly was amazing; he wouldn't swap it for the world. The band was going brilliantly and they were on their way to stardom and fame, money and riches.
Unfortunately though, things took a turn for the worse and one night; after a random jamming session with a couple of his best friends, James came home to find out that the love of his life had taken a beating so bad that she'd committed suicide. There had been nothing that the doctors could do to save her life. Well, James thought that there could have been, though he didn't voice this opinion, instead he concentrated on trying to get over it; turning to alcohol, drugs and drink driving. His father got annoyed with his constant rut and depressing state; threatening to kick him out of the house if he didn't clean up. Or even send him to rehab. James ignored him and fell in with a bunch of older males who wanted to start a band; he agreed and pretty damn soon ASAG! were formed.
However, after a particularly nasty incident, James turn another turn for the worse which sent his father over the edge. Somewhere a picture of Daphne had been posted and he got mad. Buying drugs from the black market and taking them until they were all gone. He was sent to rehab, spent a year there then came back and continued with the alcohol abuse. James is never going to forget Daphne, but he hopes one day that he'd be able to find love, somewhere else. Somewhere special.
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master of curtains
NAME: Jo, or Joanna.
AGE: Twenty.
CONTACT: MSN or PM.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Harlequin Powers.
CODEWORD: Ever tasted an iced kangaroo canoe?
