Post by radsos on Sept 16, 2010 23:24:20 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Radsos and this is my first character. I found this site through someone's signature on RPG-D. Something you should know about me is that I am a guitarist, writer, poet, filmmaker, theater kid, and tarot reader.
Canon: J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
Custom Title: Sleep now, and dream...
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wesley still looks a little boy-ish in his face, but for the most part appears like he is grown. He appears, however, professional, which bright blue eyes and relatively neat medium-brown hair that occasionally can look extremely dark in some lights. He's quite thin, and is a little shorter than a few other men his age, but that doesn't seem to stand out much seeing as he carries himself very well. His eyes sometimes have an exposed, almost in-trance look to them that occasionally is present. He appears most obviously comfortable when well-dressed in a suit, but it is not uncommon to see him wearing more casual clothing as well.
Height: 5"8
Body: Thin, slightly muscled, and a bit hairy.
Other distinguishing features: n/a
Wardrobe: Most often, Wes seems to wear one of two things: suits (which tend to be either cheap or semi-expensive, depending on what he is doing that day) or else blue jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. Wes feels most comfortable in suits, but for those days when wearing a suit would draw unneeded attention - when he feels it would be inappropriate to wear one - when he feels that it would simply more socially comfortable to actually appear somewhat normal. The only truly notable part of his 'wardrobe' is a ring that he wears on a chain around his neck - one that he always keeps hidden under his clothes more as a reminder of his uncle.
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Play By: Daniel Radcliffe
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Wesley has a unique way of appearing uptight and almost always professional in a way. Maybe it is because of the clothes he wears or the classical music he loves or the tea he drinks, but there is no doubt concerning the fact that he has quite the tendency to appear rather formal. In a way, Wes is extremely formal and polite, as it is hard for him to be anything other than rather kind. From this uptight manner that he seems to have, others occasionally see him as awkward almost, but he still seems oddly comfortable in his own skin, which is more than evident when it comes to how naturally his eloquence comes.
There is a sense of spunk about him that cannot be ignored. It is not that he starts fights without rhyme or reason, nor is it that he jumps into a dangerous situation immediately without some reason going on in his mind. Rather, it is that he is not afraid to take charge in any given difficult situation - he is not afraid to take hold and control it to the best of his abilities... Though, this sometimes means that others might be hurt in the process, Wesley does mean well and truly does not wish others to be harmed, and definitely not by himself. It is just that, sometimes, sacrifices need to be made.
As a writer, Wes has a certain creativity about him - a certain ability to weave words together that he cannot entirely explain but he loves writing nonetheless. It probably helps that he's somewhat meticulous, which makes him able to edit his own work rather well (but he often still needs some help), even if that meticulous factor branches off into how he dresses, his choices, and even how he acts towards other people... Maybe that is part of the intelligence he has - which is more a slightly child-like wisdom of sorts - one where he seems to see everything, but sometimes needs certain things explained to him.
Quirkiness seems to almost be a definition for Wesley - after all, there are not many young men who would rather get a vacuum cleaner for Christmas if a twelve-pack of beer was the other option. Not many young men, either, tend to wear cheap suits or carry around a notebook to write in or wear a ring on a chain around their neck or act as precise as he tends to or else... Any number of strange and altogether surprising quirks that can be found in this particular young man.
Finally, there is something ultimately strange within Wesley that makes him almost fall into a trance of sorts - one where his mind simply wanders into the problems of the past or of the present or even into the lives of the characters in his stories. The most disturbing thing about these trances, however, are not that they are there - but that Wesley seems to be exposed most during these times. He seems to be more vulnerable - almost child-like once more - and definitely very strange as it seems to almost show Wesley for what he really is: a kid in a suit and tie that tries and almost completely manages to convince the rest of the world that he really is a grown man of more experience than he really has.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Although Wesley has no 'catch phrases', he has a definite and very obviously eloquent way of speaking that he probably gets from writing.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
BACKGROUND
Family:
"Uncle Bilbo" --- uncle, living
Damien Baines --- father, deceased
Mina Baines --- mother, deceased
Education:
College Bachelor's Degree - Creative Writing Major, Journalism and German Double-Minor
Occupation: Writer, Journalist at The New York Times
Worst past experience: One of two things: -a- the vanishing of his "Uncle Bilbo" or -b- his parents' death.
Best past experience: When he was thirteen years old, he submitted a small short story for a local writing contest and actually won a prize and had to read it in front of a certain group of people and... probably his favorite moment in that was a girl who was around his age telling him right afterward that she really enjoyed it because it reminded her of real life.
Image:
History:
Originally, Wesley was born here - in New York City. His parents were actually fairly well off and seemed to be on that border between middle and high class. He remembers his parents fondly for what it is worth. His parents occasionally fought, but things always managed to turn out for the best, at least when it came to their lives. He did well in school as a child - being rather curious, always asking questions, and, if a little talkative, still a very good student in school. He even had a few close friends that he loved to be around at the time too, even if he was somewhat awkward as a child. To be honest, nothing truly horrible happened to Wesley other than perhaps a bully popping up every now and again - or else maybe a bad dream or two.
Hearing that your parents died in a boat accident is worse. Wesley had not been there at the time - as his parents were taking a small second honey moon of sorts and he was lodging at a friend's house for that weekend. When he heard tell of his parents' death, he was shaken, almost blaming himself for their deaths, even if he was only eight years old and honestly could not have made any difference even if he had actually been there. As should probably be expected, there was a will - and not only did that will put a majority of money for Wesley to have once he turned eighteen, but also in the care of his uncle. Wesley had always had a certain fondness for "Bilbo", but after his parents died, it seemed like Wesley was not quite sure what to think for awhile. Yes, it was wonderful that "Bilbo" had in fact planned to take care of him even if it was not explicitly stated as Wes' parents' wish. It was wonderful that "Bilbo" already kind of knew that that was stated in the will anyway.
Wesley thus became "Bilbo's" adoptive son for the following years of his life, though it meant that, for the next ten years, he lived in somewhere other than New York City. He did well in school - even if the first few months afterward were a struggle, to put it nicely. All the same, "Bilbo" started to teach Wesley quite a bit - namely, he helped Wes discover a love for classical music as well as slightly older music and then the occasional musical. Most notably, his uncle helped him develop a love for writing and reading at the young age of twelve. Wesley thus became obsessed with writing over the years - his obsession branching off over the years. Sure, he was not a complete shut-in with his writing, but he perhaps did not have as many friends in school as he could have. Notably, though, he was not quite that interested in many people - not many interesting people were in his high school.
The years of school blurred and blended together into impossible patterns and, once he graduated, he could not believe the years that had passed. He received his 'inheritance' money soon after he entered college and, while he was living in a small apartment of his own (shared with two other college students), he still kept in close touch with his uncle. Over the next four years of graduating college as a Creative Writing Major and Journalism/German Double-Minor, he fell deeper and deeper in love with writing. As he fell deeper, his life became busier and, while he never ignored "Bilbo", it came as a surprise when, soon after Wes obtained his Bachelor's Degree, "Bilbo" not only gave him a connection to a magazine that could use another young journalist, but also informed him that he would disappear, leave him with some money, and a particular little ring as a small tool of 'remembrance' of sorts. And that's exactly what "Bilbo" did, despite Wesley's pleading.
So, with a reference to a job at The New York Times, what money he had more or less been given over the years, and a heavy heart... He moved to New York City when he was twenty-two years old. Over the past two years he has become a somewhat well-respected journalist, though he has a long way to go. At least now he has a publishing deal with a company so not only is he working on stories - but he is also working on his own book. And, in the back of his mind, Wesley finds himself looking for "Bilbo", secretly hoping that his uncle resides somewhere in New York - somewhere nearby. Secretly, he hopes that one day perhaps the gift the job reference would lead him back to "Bilbo" or, hell, perhaps the ring that he carries around his neck on a chain would. Wesley honestly does not know, but he does his best.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
The patter of rain on cement was apparent, though oddly musical to his ears. It reminded him softly of that video he had watched once - that one of people creating their own musical storm that he had found online. Except... there was no mock thunder and lightning going on. But maybe that was because Wesley was only crazy enough to go swimming while it was raining. Swimming while lightning was crashing about and thunder booming and splitting through the air like a knife? No. Wesley was not quite as crazy as that - was not quite as crazy as swimming out there when the weather was like that. All the same, he was about the only one here so far - at least from what he could tell - which probably made sense since not many people actually liked swimming in the rain... Like Wes did.
Wesley shivered as he slipped to sitting on the edge of the pool. The water ran over his entire body - through his hair and on his shoulders and neck and face and chest and the necklace-ring and back - all the way down to spatter at his red and black checkered swimming shorts and his knees and that top part of his legs - the part just above where his legs were submerged in the cool chlorine-filled water of the pool. His ran his fingers though his already-partially-wet hair before letting his hands slip down to clutch at the edge of the pool. He lifted himself up with his hands - now allowing his body to hover about an inch above the edge of the pool with just his hand supporting him. His arms did not shake from the weight - no, he just let his body slowly slip into the water from this position.
Shivers passed over him and, biting his lip, Wes allowed himself to do a lap of the pool - to the opposite end and back to that very spot - to get rid of the slight cold that embraced his body. Really, he quite liked doing this. Swimming in the rain. Maybe it was because he was usually about the only one here now - maybe because it was because he found the sound of the rain and the feel of it against him oddly relaxing. Endearing, almost. Wesley stopped now, his fingers moving up to feel the heavy ring on the chain - the one that he was wearing around his neck now.
Nostalgic, are we? The words hissed within his own mind. And... yes, he had to agree. Just a little. Just right now. Probably because he felt rather alone right now - not because he was alone now, but just in general. Closing his eyes, Wes took a deep breathe, and then ducked under water - mostly to just swim a lap to the opposite end and back - occasionally coming up to take a deep breath before diving back down again.
He came back up above the water - back in the place were he had first slipped into the water once more. Really, he loved swimming. He quite liked exercising in general. It was a habit that he had picked up with his uncle, actually. Swimming with the rain if you were uncomfortable swimming with others nearby. One or two other people (maybe even three) - especially people he knew, Wes could handle. But not more than that. More than that felt oddly suffocating and invading, really. It was an unpleasant sensation to say the least. Wesley shook his head and repeated the process of diving back under the water to swim another lap - to the opposite end and then back - still occasionally coming up from the water before finishing the process.
And that was when something did not seem quite right. Wes looked down and his heart skipped a beat as his hand felt at his bare chest.
"Scheisse!" He cursed loudly as his eyes cast about to try and catch a glimpse of gold and silver. Nothing nearby. Wes shook his head before taking a deep breath and diving down to the bottom of the pool, his eyes open. The chlorine-filled water stung at his eyes, but he persisted, his body and hands and eyes scanning the cement bottom of the pool as he did so. Occasionally, he would have to push up with his feet so that he would get some air before diving back down to find the ring. It was after his second time taking a breathe that he had found it - the chain and the ring - the chain coiled around his fingers as he ascended through the water and floated there for a moment, a grin plastered on his lips as he blinked away the sting in his eyes.
"Ja!" That soft shout of joy escaped him as he slipped the ring back on. It held... importance. Just to him. That was all, really. Just importance. To him...
Wesley "Frodo" Baines
High Class
High Class
Canon: J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
Custom Title: Sleep now, and dream...
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wesley still looks a little boy-ish in his face, but for the most part appears like he is grown. He appears, however, professional, which bright blue eyes and relatively neat medium-brown hair that occasionally can look extremely dark in some lights. He's quite thin, and is a little shorter than a few other men his age, but that doesn't seem to stand out much seeing as he carries himself very well. His eyes sometimes have an exposed, almost in-trance look to them that occasionally is present. He appears most obviously comfortable when well-dressed in a suit, but it is not uncommon to see him wearing more casual clothing as well.
Height: 5"8
Body: Thin, slightly muscled, and a bit hairy.
Other distinguishing features: n/a
Wardrobe: Most often, Wes seems to wear one of two things: suits (which tend to be either cheap or semi-expensive, depending on what he is doing that day) or else blue jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. Wes feels most comfortable in suits, but for those days when wearing a suit would draw unneeded attention - when he feels it would be inappropriate to wear one - when he feels that it would simply more socially comfortable to actually appear somewhat normal. The only truly notable part of his 'wardrobe' is a ring that he wears on a chain around his neck - one that he always keeps hidden under his clothes more as a reminder of his uncle.
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Play By: Daniel Radcliffe
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Wesley has a unique way of appearing uptight and almost always professional in a way. Maybe it is because of the clothes he wears or the classical music he loves or the tea he drinks, but there is no doubt concerning the fact that he has quite the tendency to appear rather formal. In a way, Wes is extremely formal and polite, as it is hard for him to be anything other than rather kind. From this uptight manner that he seems to have, others occasionally see him as awkward almost, but he still seems oddly comfortable in his own skin, which is more than evident when it comes to how naturally his eloquence comes.
There is a sense of spunk about him that cannot be ignored. It is not that he starts fights without rhyme or reason, nor is it that he jumps into a dangerous situation immediately without some reason going on in his mind. Rather, it is that he is not afraid to take charge in any given difficult situation - he is not afraid to take hold and control it to the best of his abilities... Though, this sometimes means that others might be hurt in the process, Wesley does mean well and truly does not wish others to be harmed, and definitely not by himself. It is just that, sometimes, sacrifices need to be made.
As a writer, Wes has a certain creativity about him - a certain ability to weave words together that he cannot entirely explain but he loves writing nonetheless. It probably helps that he's somewhat meticulous, which makes him able to edit his own work rather well (but he often still needs some help), even if that meticulous factor branches off into how he dresses, his choices, and even how he acts towards other people... Maybe that is part of the intelligence he has - which is more a slightly child-like wisdom of sorts - one where he seems to see everything, but sometimes needs certain things explained to him.
Quirkiness seems to almost be a definition for Wesley - after all, there are not many young men who would rather get a vacuum cleaner for Christmas if a twelve-pack of beer was the other option. Not many young men, either, tend to wear cheap suits or carry around a notebook to write in or wear a ring on a chain around their neck or act as precise as he tends to or else... Any number of strange and altogether surprising quirks that can be found in this particular young man.
Finally, there is something ultimately strange within Wesley that makes him almost fall into a trance of sorts - one where his mind simply wanders into the problems of the past or of the present or even into the lives of the characters in his stories. The most disturbing thing about these trances, however, are not that they are there - but that Wesley seems to be exposed most during these times. He seems to be more vulnerable - almost child-like once more - and definitely very strange as it seems to almost show Wesley for what he really is: a kid in a suit and tie that tries and almost completely manages to convince the rest of the world that he really is a grown man of more experience than he really has.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Although Wesley has no 'catch phrases', he has a definite and very obviously eloquent way of speaking that he probably gets from writing.
Likes:
- classical music (Debussy, Satie, Chopin... the list goes on)
- writing
- hot tea
- "Uncle Bilbo"
- art
- musicals
- books
- suits (even if they might be cheap)
- crosswords
- other languages (namely, German)
- swimming (in the rain, in particular)
Dislikes:
- feeling exposed
- those who judge him based on his style
- pessimism
- feeling like he can't finish something
Strengths:
- Can speak German
- Creative
- Not afraid to take charge in a situation
- Kind
- Helpful
- Intelligent
- Meticulous
- Quirky
Weaknesses:
- Can sometimes hurt others unintentionally
- Sometimes too exposed for his own liking
- Occasionally very spacey
- Meticulous (it can work against him sometimes)
- Can be very clueless sometimes
- Quirky (it depends - is the person he's meeting friendly to quirky people or not?)
- Naive with certain darker aspects of life
BACKGROUND
Family:
"Uncle Bilbo" --- uncle, living
Damien Baines --- father, deceased
Mina Baines --- mother, deceased
Education:
College Bachelor's Degree - Creative Writing Major, Journalism and German Double-Minor
Occupation: Writer, Journalist at The New York Times
Worst past experience: One of two things: -a- the vanishing of his "Uncle Bilbo" or -b- his parents' death.
Best past experience: When he was thirteen years old, he submitted a small short story for a local writing contest and actually won a prize and had to read it in front of a certain group of people and... probably his favorite moment in that was a girl who was around his age telling him right afterward that she really enjoyed it because it reminded her of real life.
Image:
History:
Originally, Wesley was born here - in New York City. His parents were actually fairly well off and seemed to be on that border between middle and high class. He remembers his parents fondly for what it is worth. His parents occasionally fought, but things always managed to turn out for the best, at least when it came to their lives. He did well in school as a child - being rather curious, always asking questions, and, if a little talkative, still a very good student in school. He even had a few close friends that he loved to be around at the time too, even if he was somewhat awkward as a child. To be honest, nothing truly horrible happened to Wesley other than perhaps a bully popping up every now and again - or else maybe a bad dream or two.
Hearing that your parents died in a boat accident is worse. Wesley had not been there at the time - as his parents were taking a small second honey moon of sorts and he was lodging at a friend's house for that weekend. When he heard tell of his parents' death, he was shaken, almost blaming himself for their deaths, even if he was only eight years old and honestly could not have made any difference even if he had actually been there. As should probably be expected, there was a will - and not only did that will put a majority of money for Wesley to have once he turned eighteen, but also in the care of his uncle. Wesley had always had a certain fondness for "Bilbo", but after his parents died, it seemed like Wesley was not quite sure what to think for awhile. Yes, it was wonderful that "Bilbo" had in fact planned to take care of him even if it was not explicitly stated as Wes' parents' wish. It was wonderful that "Bilbo" already kind of knew that that was stated in the will anyway.
Wesley thus became "Bilbo's" adoptive son for the following years of his life, though it meant that, for the next ten years, he lived in somewhere other than New York City. He did well in school - even if the first few months afterward were a struggle, to put it nicely. All the same, "Bilbo" started to teach Wesley quite a bit - namely, he helped Wes discover a love for classical music as well as slightly older music and then the occasional musical. Most notably, his uncle helped him develop a love for writing and reading at the young age of twelve. Wesley thus became obsessed with writing over the years - his obsession branching off over the years. Sure, he was not a complete shut-in with his writing, but he perhaps did not have as many friends in school as he could have. Notably, though, he was not quite that interested in many people - not many interesting people were in his high school.
The years of school blurred and blended together into impossible patterns and, once he graduated, he could not believe the years that had passed. He received his 'inheritance' money soon after he entered college and, while he was living in a small apartment of his own (shared with two other college students), he still kept in close touch with his uncle. Over the next four years of graduating college as a Creative Writing Major and Journalism/German Double-Minor, he fell deeper and deeper in love with writing. As he fell deeper, his life became busier and, while he never ignored "Bilbo", it came as a surprise when, soon after Wes obtained his Bachelor's Degree, "Bilbo" not only gave him a connection to a magazine that could use another young journalist, but also informed him that he would disappear, leave him with some money, and a particular little ring as a small tool of 'remembrance' of sorts. And that's exactly what "Bilbo" did, despite Wesley's pleading.
So, with a reference to a job at The New York Times, what money he had more or less been given over the years, and a heavy heart... He moved to New York City when he was twenty-two years old. Over the past two years he has become a somewhat well-respected journalist, though he has a long way to go. At least now he has a publishing deal with a company so not only is he working on stories - but he is also working on his own book. And, in the back of his mind, Wesley finds himself looking for "Bilbo", secretly hoping that his uncle resides somewhere in New York - somewhere nearby. Secretly, he hopes that one day perhaps the gift the job reference would lead him back to "Bilbo" or, hell, perhaps the ring that he carries around his neck on a chain would. Wesley honestly does not know, but he does his best.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
The patter of rain on cement was apparent, though oddly musical to his ears. It reminded him softly of that video he had watched once - that one of people creating their own musical storm that he had found online. Except... there was no mock thunder and lightning going on. But maybe that was because Wesley was only crazy enough to go swimming while it was raining. Swimming while lightning was crashing about and thunder booming and splitting through the air like a knife? No. Wesley was not quite as crazy as that - was not quite as crazy as swimming out there when the weather was like that. All the same, he was about the only one here so far - at least from what he could tell - which probably made sense since not many people actually liked swimming in the rain... Like Wes did.
Wesley shivered as he slipped to sitting on the edge of the pool. The water ran over his entire body - through his hair and on his shoulders and neck and face and chest and the necklace-ring and back - all the way down to spatter at his red and black checkered swimming shorts and his knees and that top part of his legs - the part just above where his legs were submerged in the cool chlorine-filled water of the pool. His ran his fingers though his already-partially-wet hair before letting his hands slip down to clutch at the edge of the pool. He lifted himself up with his hands - now allowing his body to hover about an inch above the edge of the pool with just his hand supporting him. His arms did not shake from the weight - no, he just let his body slowly slip into the water from this position.
Shivers passed over him and, biting his lip, Wes allowed himself to do a lap of the pool - to the opposite end and back to that very spot - to get rid of the slight cold that embraced his body. Really, he quite liked doing this. Swimming in the rain. Maybe it was because he was usually about the only one here now - maybe because it was because he found the sound of the rain and the feel of it against him oddly relaxing. Endearing, almost. Wesley stopped now, his fingers moving up to feel the heavy ring on the chain - the one that he was wearing around his neck now.
Nostalgic, are we? The words hissed within his own mind. And... yes, he had to agree. Just a little. Just right now. Probably because he felt rather alone right now - not because he was alone now, but just in general. Closing his eyes, Wes took a deep breathe, and then ducked under water - mostly to just swim a lap to the opposite end and back - occasionally coming up to take a deep breath before diving back down again.
He came back up above the water - back in the place were he had first slipped into the water once more. Really, he loved swimming. He quite liked exercising in general. It was a habit that he had picked up with his uncle, actually. Swimming with the rain if you were uncomfortable swimming with others nearby. One or two other people (maybe even three) - especially people he knew, Wes could handle. But not more than that. More than that felt oddly suffocating and invading, really. It was an unpleasant sensation to say the least. Wesley shook his head and repeated the process of diving back under the water to swim another lap - to the opposite end and then back - still occasionally coming up from the water before finishing the process.
And that was when something did not seem quite right. Wes looked down and his heart skipped a beat as his hand felt at his bare chest.
"Scheisse!" He cursed loudly as his eyes cast about to try and catch a glimpse of gold and silver. Nothing nearby. Wes shook his head before taking a deep breath and diving down to the bottom of the pool, his eyes open. The chlorine-filled water stung at his eyes, but he persisted, his body and hands and eyes scanning the cement bottom of the pool as he did so. Occasionally, he would have to push up with his feet so that he would get some air before diving back down to find the ring. It was after his second time taking a breathe that he had found it - the chain and the ring - the chain coiled around his fingers as he ascended through the water and floated there for a moment, a grin plastered on his lips as he blinked away the sting in his eyes.
"Ja!" That soft shout of joy escaped him as he slipped the ring back on. It held... importance. Just to him. That was all, really. Just importance. To him...
He could have his own column there and maybe even a short story section eventually (I know in the Chicago Sun Times *where I roll 
* there is a section where a short story is featured). *shrug* Just throwing out some ideas.
