Post by jimmy on Apr 28, 2009 15:58:00 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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JIMMY CARTEL JONES[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Jimmy, Hannibal the Cannibal, Godfather, Jim (if you want to die)
AGE: (looks 21)
D.O.B.: August 19,
ALLEGIANCE:
PROFESSION:
WAND TYPE:
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: piercing oval dark brown eyes
HEIGHT: 5'11.75
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
BODY TYPE: somewhere between wiry and lithe
VOICE: Slightly gravelly, just a little too high to be deep voice that can be sooth and intoxicating with its cultured English accent.
PERSONAL STYLE:
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES:
GOALS:
BOGGART: (GREATEST FEAR)
PATRONUS: (BEST MEMORY)
DEMENTOR: (WORST MEMORY)
AMORENTIA: FAVOURITE SMELLS (MAX. 4)
BASIC PERSONALITY: Charming, Arrogant, Manipulative, Possessive, Commanding, Dangerous
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Etta Jones (deceased)
BROTHER(S): None
SISTER(S): Mina Jones (deceased)
OTHER: None
BLOOD STATUS: Impurity
HOMETOWN:
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England and Roethenberg, Germany
BIOGRAPHY: (optional, but it's MUCH better when you have it and we tend to be more forgiving of other parts if you do.)
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: About seven months
HOW YOU FOUND US: Hogwarts, a Legacy
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE:
She was having a dream. He had seen it time and time again. Sometimes it seemed as if they were terrible dreams. Something close to night terrors. It would have infuriated him if she had been pestered with such things. It was bad enough that dreams from a terrible past haunted her. He had been working on slowly piecing together her past since he had first met her. It was slow going. He wasn’t one to be lightly detoured though. He was relentless in his searches. As the one who had killed his family had learned. The man had believed himself safe…more fool him. Jimmy didn’t regret what he had done in the least. He wouldn’t regret anything that he had to do to protect Rayne either. The ends would justify the means. They usually did.
He wondered what she was dreaming about. He prayed every night that it would be something pleasant. She deserved sweet dreams given to her by the angels. She never seemed so fortunate. It wasn’t right. She deserved the world. Maybe one day he would be able to give it to her. Once he could get them both out of there. He had accounts set up around the world. Ones that the authorities had been unable to track down. They believed that they had left him destitute. Well, there was more proof of how stupid they were. He could not be stopped. He was smarter than them. Quicker, more efficient and he did not have the silly morals that they used to chain themselves. He could do things that they would never consider doing. It was why they lost. And why the would always lose. It would be better for them if they realized that sooner rather than later.
It came first as little soft noises. Panting and whimpering. Little inaudible murmurs. He wanted to touch her. To gently shake her. To draw her from the dream that was quickly spiraling into a nightmare state. He wondered if it wouldn’t make it worse. Instead he knelt next to the bed and began whispering softly in her ear. He didn’t care what he was saying. He just whispered little endearments and bits of encouragement to her in German. Anything that might calm her. Even just the sound of his voice, a low, gentle murmur. The only thing that had calmed Mina before the fools took her away. Took her to her death. He would never allow that fate to go to Rayne. Never. He would die first.
N-no! Let me, let me go! Please…
A growl ripped from Jimmy’s throat. Low and predatory. His eyes grew dark. Her fear fueled his rage. But there was nothing to tear. No one to kill. Nothing to rip to shreds. No one to kill. He desperately to kill too. Anything that could relieve this feeling of helplessness. The knowledge that these were memories associated with imagination. He couldn’t stop them. The cause had already happened. He wanted to kill the bastard or bastards who had done this to her.
J-Jimmy, Jimmy…Don’t let him do this, not again...I, I need you.
Those words nearly killed him. She was calling to him. Not just in her dreams. From her heart. His rage was still there roiling and writhing under the surface a dark and dangerous beast nearly unstoppable in its fury. At the same time, there was a tenderness and a pain growing inside of him that was matching and overwhelming the rage. He had to hold her. To comfort her. To protect her in any way that he could. Jimmy moved the remaining covers aside and pulled Rayne into his arms. “Please meine Engel. Please wake up. I cannot see you in pain any longer. You are killing me. No one will hurt you. Not now. Not ever. I will not allow it. And any who dare shall find death at my hands. You are far too precious to have to face such things. I swear it to you. Please Engelchen. Wake up.” All the while he was gently rocking her back and forth. He successfully resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. But only just. He just didn’t know that tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. Maybe because he never cried. Maybe that was why it didn’t register in his mind that the shining trails on Rayne’s face were being created by his own tears.
He wondered what she was dreaming about. He prayed every night that it would be something pleasant. She deserved sweet dreams given to her by the angels. She never seemed so fortunate. It wasn’t right. She deserved the world. Maybe one day he would be able to give it to her. Once he could get them both out of there. He had accounts set up around the world. Ones that the authorities had been unable to track down. They believed that they had left him destitute. Well, there was more proof of how stupid they were. He could not be stopped. He was smarter than them. Quicker, more efficient and he did not have the silly morals that they used to chain themselves. He could do things that they would never consider doing. It was why they lost. And why the would always lose. It would be better for them if they realized that sooner rather than later.
It came first as little soft noises. Panting and whimpering. Little inaudible murmurs. He wanted to touch her. To gently shake her. To draw her from the dream that was quickly spiraling into a nightmare state. He wondered if it wouldn’t make it worse. Instead he knelt next to the bed and began whispering softly in her ear. He didn’t care what he was saying. He just whispered little endearments and bits of encouragement to her in German. Anything that might calm her. Even just the sound of his voice, a low, gentle murmur. The only thing that had calmed Mina before the fools took her away. Took her to her death. He would never allow that fate to go to Rayne. Never. He would die first.
N-no! Let me, let me go! Please…
A growl ripped from Jimmy’s throat. Low and predatory. His eyes grew dark. Her fear fueled his rage. But there was nothing to tear. No one to kill. Nothing to rip to shreds. No one to kill. He desperately to kill too. Anything that could relieve this feeling of helplessness. The knowledge that these were memories associated with imagination. He couldn’t stop them. The cause had already happened. He wanted to kill the bastard or bastards who had done this to her.
J-Jimmy, Jimmy…Don’t let him do this, not again...I, I need you.
Those words nearly killed him. She was calling to him. Not just in her dreams. From her heart. His rage was still there roiling and writhing under the surface a dark and dangerous beast nearly unstoppable in its fury. At the same time, there was a tenderness and a pain growing inside of him that was matching and overwhelming the rage. He had to hold her. To comfort her. To protect her in any way that he could. Jimmy moved the remaining covers aside and pulled Rayne into his arms. “Please meine Engel. Please wake up. I cannot see you in pain any longer. You are killing me. No one will hurt you. Not now. Not ever. I will not allow it. And any who dare shall find death at my hands. You are far too precious to have to face such things. I swear it to you. Please Engelchen. Wake up.” All the while he was gently rocking her back and forth. He successfully resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. But only just. He just didn’t know that tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. Maybe because he never cried. Maybe that was why it didn’t register in his mind that the shining trails on Rayne’s face were being created by his own tears.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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