Jim Daniels

[jim]

Finished.


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Soda Pop
Gender: Masculine
Experience: 3 years? 4 Years?
Location: Ontario.

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Jim Jasper Daniels
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: October, 21
Tainted? Very.
Ability: Chronokinesis
Beliefs: His ability is scary and limited. He doesn't like it, nor does he hate it. He can be entertained easily though. He doesn't use it often, and if he does; it is normally by accident.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: Bright/Light baby blue
Hair: Brown; normally transitioning into shaggy
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 130
Distinguishing Features:
Has a scar on the back of his arm; from cutting it open when he was 18.
Other:



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- Keeping to Himself
- Pizza
- Girls
- Running
- Writing

Dislikes:
- Adoptive Family
- Chaos
- Clayton Baine

The Good Points:
- Polite
- Friendly
- 'Cute'

The Bad Points:
- Shy
- Suffers from DID [Dissociative Identity Disorder (Split Personality)]
- Rapest/Murderer

Habits:
-Bites nails
-Sits oddly - Can't sit 'normally' for more than a few minutes

Possessions/Obsessions/Other:




o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: London, England
Family:
Jacob Daniels [Father]
Carrie Daniels [Mother]
Mitch Daniels [Older Brother]
Jossi Kief [Adoptive Mother]
Kayd Kief [Adoptive Father]
History:
Jim was born second of two children. Through out his childhood, his older brother Mitch and him were pretty good friends, and got along abnormally well. His parents were good and things were going well for him. His world caved in slightly when his father died, but Mitch and his mother were there. Mitch was especially close to him.

Shortly after he had turned 16 a odd emotion had come over him. He had blacked out, and awoken to being covered in blood. Dazed and confused, he wandered into the main part of the house. Looking for his mom, looking for help. When he saw his mother's dead body he blacked out again. When he regained consciousness, he was cleaned up, laying in his bed with a massive head ache and a police officer standing in his room's doorway.

Jim started shaking uncontrollably, the officer noticed he was awake and walked over. Jim started shouting for Mitch, but the officer had to drag him out of the house and into the front lawn to give him some fresh air, in order to help cool him down. He then explained that his brother killed Jim's mother; having turned himself in, and that Jim was going to have to go live in a foster home or a shelter. Jim had a slight break down, the officer had led him to the cruiser and started to drive him to the nearest shelter.

During the ride, the intercom had reported that Mitch had escaped. At this Jim started screaming to let him go home and that Mitch was going to make things alright. The officer ignored him. He lived in the shelter for three months, then a older couple who wanted a 'mature teenager that they could fix' to take home. The shelter gave them Jim, who hadn't been much of a problem for them; except for once when he blacked out and woke up to the site of a fellow sheltered kid bleeding on the floor. He said it was in self defense.

For three weeks; Jim refused to sleep on the bed he was provided due to it having red sheets on it. He never vocally blamed the sheets, so the couple thought he was just being disturbed and let him sleep on the couch. The second they changed the sheets he decided to go and sleep in the bed provided, on of the few odd thing he had done in his stay.

His adoptive had him going to a nice little private school; it was cheap for a private school but none the less it was nice. Yet, he still spent the weekends at his new family's house. On Saturday nights he always went out, they thought it was because he now had friends. But really it was because it was out of his control. He would have is normal black outs, and the next day he would wake up with new bruises, blood on him, and sometimes he could actually remembering getting into a fight or causing trouble.

At this time; he wasn't exactly aware of his power. Even though for over a year and a half he had been experiencing flashes of it. He thought they were dreams, but they were actually his power taking his soul back in time. Him only a presence among the historical sites. The first time that this happened, when he was actually in public and awake. Was in his History class, they were talking about some Greek playwright and about how many of his plays were burned by some angry Christian people. He reportedly went extremely spacey; practically passed out. But he could see and hear and was witnessing one of his plays being preformed in ancient Greece. History was the only subject he was getting over a 90% in.

Soon after he turned 18, he graduated. He moved into the basement of his adoptive parent's house. They didn't care much, they hardly saw him when he was living upstairs. He faked having a job at a fast food joint, when really he was writing history essays and selling them for people who were at a advanced university level. By this time, he had some control of his power and was forcing himself to practice, focus and train whenever possible. Only he was still having his odd black outs, with unexplainable causes. So he decided to allow his spirit to time hop to a few weeks back. when he had woken up with bruises on his shins.

He was at some sort of party. He didn't recognize anyone. He was hitting on some ladies, introducing himself as a Mr. Clayton Baine. A boy, who was dating on of the girls came up and threw a punch at him. Only Clayton had ducked and the man hit his girlfriend. Clay had then tackled the guy down and started throwing punches around. Clay was dragged off of him and thrown off to the side. This wasn't enough for Clay and he rushed back in, others at the party either ignored them, were cheering them on, or didn't know who to grab. The boy started flailing, kicking him in the shins repeatedly. Clay reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. The boy went still and everyone stopped to watch, in silence. Clay laughed and flipped the knife around, hitting the boy over the head with the handle. Once he was knocked out, he was kindly escorted by two large men to leave.

Jim snapped out of it, sat on his bed confused. So whenever he unwillingly blacked out, he acted like that? He was Clayton Baine? He looked it up, did research. Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder: Normally caused by a traumatic event/traumatic childhood. There wasn't a cure. Great. Not only was he a freak who could send his soul through different time frames, he had more that on personality in his head. He decided to not fight it, and he just let Clayton come out, nothing he could do.

When he was twenty, he moved out. He moved into a small apartment in Sanglignée, still running his little essay scam, and had started tutoring people in his free time. It was the most social contact he could bare, that and having to call his adoptive parents. He started to keep visit Clayton killing his mother. His brother covering up for him, but he didn't know where to find him, and he wasn't that dedicated to finding him. He didn't think he would exactly want to be related to someone like Jim, a murderer and kid who is a little too broken to be fixed.

Then a few months of living alone, another voice started popping into his head. His name was Clayton and he thought it was about time they talked. Now Jim is just trying to survive with as little difficulties as possible, and that meant not traveling around too much. Due to what Clayton has revealed to him, tortured him with. everything from the fights, rapes, and even some minor semi-public flip outs, when they were living in London.

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RP Sample:
Jim was sitting in his apartment. A piece of pizza in one hand and his other hand feverishly typing with little difficulty. He was writing a report about British Political History, that should get about a 70-75% His toes and balls of his feet held him up on his bed. He kept his balance, resting his inner leg on inner leg. His marble blue eyes scanning the screen, reading over what he had just typed. He took a large bite of the pizza, barely chewing and then swallowing. It hurt and he felt like he was going to gag, possibly choke.

Causing yourself pain with your food still, I think this is turning into a eating disorder, kiddo. Clayton muttered in the back of his head. Jim laughed, scarfing down a chunk of crust, it scratched his throat on its way down. "I am eating. Period. Not a disorder. Now shut up. I am almost done this report." Jim set down the mangled piece of pizza he had been holding. he used to hands so that he could type even faster. He went into a coughing fit and stood. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed a coke that had been sitting on the counter for at least three days now. That is just gross.

Jim rolled his eyes and finished it off. "If it is going to help us make it through this, than it's not gross. It's life." Jim muttered, he jumped back onto his bed, crossing his legs and started working on the conclusion of the essay. Wow, our life rolled up into one little obstruction? Great. Good to know you love me, and yourself. Jim laughed again, he hit save and opened up his internet. Come on, I'm sorry, don't ignore me.

Jim shrugged, typed in the kid's email, attached the file and sent it. "It is hard to ignore you. I am going to bed." Jim muttered, closing the lap top and squirming over to the light. He turned it off. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. So we aren't going any where? Clayton asked. "Nope. Not with you around like this, anyways."

Character Model: Cillian Murphy

[brandon]

Just some minor changes....

-He wouldn't of mastered his powers completely at 18 years old, he'd have some control but not full control of it.

-Also Jim would of moved to Sanglignée at some point since this is where the whole site is based. Sanglignée, a town in the country side of France.

-Mitch is living in the town but Jim could not know at all, heh for our mini-plotness. Brothers shall unite!

-Also make sure you do not go on some aimless killing spree, keep it in reality, he would be caught if he did kill people and did it in a sloppy fashion

-You did mention rapist but I see nothing in the history to indicate that at all, maybe just take that out in general or add it slightly to the history.

[jim]

Edited it ;D

[brandon]

APPROVED!

Better! Just no killing sprees!

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