Post by Jim Jimmetty Jim Jim Jim M on Sept 19, 2010 10:45:42 GMT -5
JAMES jim MORIARTY
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Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight, cause there's a killer...
Man made monstrosity.
Everyday Info.
Name: James "Jim" Moriarty
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Birthday/ Zodiac: 5th September, Virgo
Occupation: Consulting Criminal
Nationality Irish.
Don't turn out the lights.
[/size][/font]Physical
Appearance: Rather short. He often has a slight stubble,
but only slight. He wears suits, Westwood ones normally. He isn't amazingly muscular, but has a swimmer's build. His eyes are dark brown, and his hair black and wavy, yet he keeps it cut short. His teeth are slightly wonky, but it's nothing he couldn't fix if he wanted to. Wears contact lenses, but doesn't let people know.
Celebrity Claim: Andrew Scott[/right]
You're flesh and blood, but what's underneath?
Emotional
Personality: He's a little bit of a psychopath. But it's not his fault. He just realised early on that the dull people are on earth to entertain, their lives meant nothing to him. They were toys to be played with. He gets bored easily, but it is easy to be bored when few people are even close to having your brains. He enjoys acting, and playing games, and fooling "smart" people too. He loves to watch people become angry in their confusion, and hates it when they remain calm, because it takes all the fun out of things.
Talents: Wide range of knowledge on bombs, poisons and guns. Swimming. Manipulating people.
Strengths: His brains, obviously. Perhaps his ability not to care could be a strength, it could be a weakness. His power over a large base of "minions."
Weaknesses: Gets angry easily. Can never resist a challenge. Underestimates everyone but himself. He's actually quite physically weak, not overly so, but still. He can't defend himself without the help of others.
Likes: Winning. Interesting people. Games. Risk taking. Gambling. Swimming.
Dislikes: Losing, people have better items/clothes than him, dull/stupid people, being made fun of, racism against the Irish.
Why'd you think I do these things I do?
Past
History: Born in Dublin on the living room rug, to a mother who was an alcoholic and a father who scrumped apples to stay alive, he didn't have a great start in life. He spent most of his childhood out-of-doors, sometimes helping his father, sometimes "experimenting" with roadkill. Death fascinated him, all the many ways it could be achieved. His mother fell ill when he was seven, and, knowing that she would not get better, she requested Jim's help in...ending the pain. He did so, violently, thus was his first kill and his first bombing. His other obsession as a child was competitive swimming. He was top of his country, and ergo was sent to a competition for the title of the best in Ireland and the British Isles. He could tell from the start that the only person there who could beat him was the one who picked on him most, Carl Powers. That was his second kill, and the first time he heard about Sherlock Holmes.
Past
History: Born in Dublin on the living room rug, to a mother who was an alcoholic and a father who scrumped apples to stay alive, he didn't have a great start in life. He spent most of his childhood out-of-doors, sometimes helping his father, sometimes "experimenting" with roadkill. Death fascinated him, all the many ways it could be achieved. His mother fell ill when he was seven, and, knowing that she would not get better, she requested Jim's help in...ending the pain. He did so, violently, thus was his first kill and his first bombing. His other obsession as a child was competitive swimming. He was top of his country, and ergo was sent to a competition for the title of the best in Ireland and the British Isles. He could tell from the start that the only person there who could beat him was the one who picked on him most, Carl Powers. That was his second kill, and the first time he heard about Sherlock Holmes.
I hate my work, but I'm in control...
Extra Things
Sample RP: From a one-on-one RP as John
"John smiled, stopping the train of thought he was on, and turning his mind to food, "Yes, I'm glad we got it sorted out too, but I am hungry..." He looked over at the table, still full of, well, everything. Newspapers, food, pots of jam, a leg, another of his jumpers. He sighed, knowing that it would have to be sorted out some time, and he'd have to be the one to do so. "Trays again, huh?" he asked, downheartened. He had always liked eating at a table with someone, it seemed...well, he wasn't sure, but it gave the opportunity for speech without distractions. As he knew this was hardly an option, he turned his mind to what food they actually had in the house. There was bread, which gave the opportunity for sandwiches, possibly toasted, but only if there were any fillings..."There might be cheese," he said out loud, not quite realising he had until he'd said it. "
Anything Else: This.
Where You Found Us: Here.
Other Characters: None on here.
and he's coming after you.
[/b][/color][/center]Lyrics from "Killer" by The Hoosiers
