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| Jacob Hawthorne; Life and Chaos character | |
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| Winter is Coming | Nov 24 2010, 03:39 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Jacob Hawthorne Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Jacob has become accustomed to facing the day each morning with stoic exasperation. Harsh disillusionment has left him with a more or less apathetic disposition toward life, and he has resigned himself to scraping by. He strikes the casual observer as bland, standoffish, and generally unworthy of note, if possessing a larger than average vocabulary. In contrast to this uninteresting exterior, Jacob has thoroughly convinced himself that he is an unmedicated schizophrenic. Visual and auditory "hallucinations" plague him night and day at irregular intervals, but he'll be damned if he's going to let them get to him. Unwilling to deal with the stigma that would be associated with him should he seek psychiatric attention, he has reduced ignoring his visions to a fine art. The horrors that frequently fill the air around him now no more disturb him than do the passersby on the street. However, he's begun to have doubts. Others around him seem to take occasional notice of the things he witnesses, a troubled glance here, a double-take there. Thus far nothing's been enough to convince him it's not all in his head, but it's only a matter of time before some Noise hits Origin that will be impossible to ignore. In-Character Background: "Me? My story is an exercise in the average, the standard tragedy of the 21st century. My parents split up when I was maybe five, six, I don't remember. It was messy; they squabbled over everything, and I became a favorite bone of contention. I don't remember a single six month period in which the two of them could ever agree to a set custody schedule. Holidays were a fun time of the year, let me tell you. "I never did have many friends. I read a lot. There wasn't too much money to spare for expensive entertainment, so it was a cheap escape. There used to be these stacks of old, dilapidated paperbacks piled everywhere by my bed. Nothing quite beats the smell and texture of one of those old, cheaply bound novels. It was mostly pulp, picked up and dime stores and yard sales, but occasionally something of literary merit would find its way in there by accident. I never took to science or mathematics, but I became well read enough to appear educated. "This pastime is where I developed the concept that I wanted to be a writer. It was one of the few endeavors I still had a passion for, once I reached adolescence. I cruised uneventfully through high school, making the occasional literary endeavor on the side, most of it terrible. I made a few painfully awkward attempts at romance, but nothing ever really seemed to work out. At the end of my four year sojourn I had achieved decent enough marks to get into a passable college. I enrolled as an English major, and for once things were looking up. "Well, long story short, events didn't proceed as I anticipated. Fate rarely spares me any slack, I've discovered. That's right about when the hallucinations started. At the beginning, I didn't know how to handle them, scared the shit out of me. I didn't want to be the guy who went crazy, the one who sees things. I could just imagine the way they would start looking at me. So, I didn't tell anyone. My studies started slipping, then finally gave way altogether. Soon enough, I was out on my ass, degree-less and forlorn, sitting on top of a pile of student loans, and to top it all off Hell was putting on its own little show for me. I'm not religious, but I'm seriously beginning to wonder who it is up there that I've pissed off." Appearance: Jacob initially gives off an appearance as unnoteworthy as his personality. He's typically seen in the uniform of the department store at which he is employed, as he's rarely out in public unless going to or returning from his shift. Otherwise, his style of dress exudes neutrality, and he's startlingly adept at blending into a crowd. His blond hair is cut fairly short, but not so much that it doesn't still get in his eyes. His eyes are almost without fail half-lidded and bored, blending into the general aura of apathy that surrounds his expression. He has a tendency to move slowly and languidly. Although thin, Jacob is hopelessly out of shape and even minor exertion will quickly have him gasping for breath. Edited by Winter is Coming, Dec 27 2012, 05:11 AM.
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