Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 21:23:49 GMT
The Basics
Name:James Tyler Lovett
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: March 3
Nationality: British
Hometown Renfrew, Renfrewshire, UK
Occupation: Division 42 Agent
Alignment: Good
Theme Song: Imagine by John Lennon
Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Andrew Cooper
Height:6'1"
Weight 159 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Hair style:Short, usually styled up, he takes good care of his hair, but hates for it to be too long or in his face. He uses gels and sprays to make sure his hair stays up and away from his eyes and line of vision.
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Lighter skin tone, more tanned than others
Posture: Good posture, a bit more upright than casual, but not break back sort of posture
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: n/a
Accessories: He wears a bracelet given to him by Anna, before she died, which looks like this.
Clothes: He usually wears a black jacket, even when it is warm with a polo shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans or dress slacks. However, one may see him in this, depending on the mission type.
Anything Else? nope!
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Intelligent People
- Challenge
- Winning
- Chocolate
Dislikes:
- Failing
- Health Food, ie Veggies, Fruits, etc.
- Stupid People
- Being Outsmarted
Strengths:
- Fighting
- Strategizing
- Perception
- Focused
Weaknesses:
- Considering Other's Feelings
- Anger Issues
- Doesn't have any other interests than beating the evil in this world
- Tends to be sensitive about his life before Division 42
- Somewhat Anti-Social
Goal(s):
- Defeat all the evil in the world
Habits/ Quirks:
- Stare off into space, thinking, when he has free time.
- Not responding to questions he views as stupid
Relationships:
Overview:
James, or Jim as most seem to call him, is generally a cold person. He gives off the vibe that he doesn't like other people, but it isn't because he hates them, but because he refuses to let himself like anyone else after he lost his best friend, and fiancee, Anna. He feels that if he gets close to somone else, he will lose them as well, and does not want to feel that pain. He hasn't gotten over Anna's murder yet, quite obviously, and since her death, he has been on a manhunt for those who he views as evil, which is those who hurt innocent people. Until he rids the world of evil, he feels he can never rest. He knows quite well he will die before his goal is complete, but it is the only way he sees to avenge Anna's death and prevent others from having their loved ones taken away like she had been from him. He is obsessed with putting an end to murderers, robbers, and anything that hurts innocent people, which includes Ravinn Wolf in his book.
Jim hates to fail, he hates it with a passion. He trains day in and out to get better, stronger, faster and wiser, in order to prevent failing anything. He teaches himself history, strategy, resourcefulness, and various other skills that will help him in his goal, through reading, excercises, and puzzles. When he loses, he is a sore loser, and will lock himself up for days training without sleep. He doesn't like sleeping, and has trained himself to go on little sleep, though his awareness is not always at its peak. Sleeping he views as a waste of time that he could spend training his body and mind, and therefore will not do as much as other may.
Due to his distant and cold nature, Jim does not understand other's feelings, and do not take them into account when he does something, usually. This also means when facing an enemy he does not toy with their emotions on purpose, which could save someone's life instead of running in and beating the enemy up or any of the other strategies he comes up with. However, when people try to toy with his emotions, he tends to be quite emotional, especially when it comes to mentioning Anna. He has terrible anger issues, and when angry he tends to not think before he acts, while normally when cool-headed, he would think before he would act.
Jim also hates people who are stupid. He cannot stand people when they don't see something he views as obvious or understand a concept that is simple to him. He will ignore stupid questions, and pretend they were not even spoken, not answering the questioner. He views those who are not smart as beneath him and believes that they don't deserve the air they breathe, but doesn't do anything about it, because it's not worth his time to even pay attention to them. However, even stupid people who are innocent, and not stupid enough to get themselves into danger, he sees as worth saving, because they may not deserve the air they breathe, but they are still innocent and living, no matter how much he hates it, and will save them from danger.
Other Equipment:
- Sunglasses kept in his right jacket pocket
- Gun, which he keeps in its holster around his waist
- Locking Picking kit kept in his left jacket pocket.
History
Jim was born March 3, in a loving family in North Europe. He lived in a small village where the people were very close, and usually knew about one another, if not friends with each other. As the only child of the Lovetts, the village referred to him as Jimmy-Boy. He ran letters and errands around his part of the village, which was where he met Anna Scott, an orphan at the orphanage in town, when he was only 7 years old. He invited her to join him, and after a bit of convincing she did so. The two became inseperable. Jim had other friends, of course, but Anna was always his best friend, and there was never any question about it.
When the two were older, they dated for several years. Anna got into some drug problems, which Jim helped her beat, nearly tempted down her same path, but his parents had coaxed him off of that path. When Jim was 16, the couple broke up for about a year. In that year, Jim signed up for special training for the police and agents, leaving Renfrew for a few months. When he came back, the two began dating once more, but the program Jim had signed for pulled him back out of the village, in the dead of the night, for special training. They were very impressed with his abilities, but he just wanted to go back home. Eventually, a year later, when he was 17, nearly 18, they allowed him to go back home, where Jim proposed to Anna. She agreed, and the two 17 year olds were engaged, their parents not allowing the marriage until they were 18. However, it was then that everything changed for Jim.
They were out on a date one night, and they were walking home together, hand in hand, when Anna said she had forgotten something back in the restraunt they had eaten at. Jim offered to go back with her, but she told him not to worry. He waited fro her to come back for nearly ten minutes before he began walking back wondering where she was. He found her shoved in an alley where a man had a gun trained on her. He rushed forward, getting there just after the man shot Anna. He knocked out the attacker and picked up Anna, running to the hospital, but she died in his arms before he could reach the hospital. He then volunteered for more missions for the agent program he had signed up for, determined to prevent people like Anna from dying the way she did.
It was several years before he joined Division 42, when he had impressed the agents in the program, and had promoted him up to the secret organization in Britain. He has worked ever since for Division 42, condemming Ravinn Wolf when he left, as Jim saw Division 42 as a paragon for good, and Ravinn trying to stop them made Jim very much against the man.
OOC Stuff
Anything Else: Nope!
OOC Name: Kat
Name Color #2952CC
Number Of Stars 5
Color Of Stars Sky Blue
Sample RP:
From Doctor Who RP, not this character though:
The Meta-Crisis Doctor (which may occasionally be referred to as Handy) had made up his mind. He had been on the ground floor of the Torchwood Tower, headed down to the basement, where in one of the rooms, his goal would lie. This other doctor was very much like him, and he knew just what to say to make the doctor stay and help Torchwood. They would supply him with anything they could to help fix his TARDIS, and they promised to not do anything to the TARDIS. At the moment, he thought the other doctor had gone on an errand to pick up some supplies. The Meta-Crisis Doctor was in his blue suit with the larger pockets and a spare TARDIS key from his world. He was going to see if it was possible his key worked on this TARDIS. If it did, then he could finally give a good-bye, even if it wasn't really his TARDIS. He wanted to tell her good-bye and feel that buzz of life in his head for a moment. When he was in the TARDIS he was never truly alone. There was always that buzz the TARDIS gave off that assured him there was life in the old machine, and kept him company.
He stopped in his tracks seeing the old blue box straight in front of him once he opened the door it was behind. Slowly, he approached the blue box staring at the words on the machine and a smile slowly grew on his face until his smile could grow no more. He placed a hand on the wood surface and ran his hand down, holding up his key. He could already feel the buzz in his head slightly before he opened the door. "It's ok," the doctor said softly to the machine, before sliding the key into the slot and turning it. The doctor couldn't help but sigh in relief as he heard the door click open with his key. It worked. Even if it wasn't his TARDIS, his key worked. With a bit of hesitation, the doctor pushed open the door.
His eyes went immediately to the console in the center of the room. The center was more intricate than it ever had been before, but it looked brilliant. Slowly he approached the control console and placed a hand on the cold metal surface, walking around the center console, his hand never leaving the metal. The buzz of the sentient life form he was in rang through his head, and it felt like the TARDIS was happy to see him. Oh, this TARDIS, it was just like his old one, just looking different. The doctor soon tore his eyes from the console and looked around to see the complete disarray the TARDIS was in. It was a larger console room than he had, and was much brighter even with all of the wires hanging down and pulled from the walls, with the stair railings barely hanging on. "What did the evil man do to you?" the doctor said with a bit of a tease, but a smile not returning to his face. It was then that he noticed. The buzzing in his head from the TARDIS conveyed happiness to see him, but the doctor knew better. He had lived centuries with this... no, his TARDIS, which was much like this one, and so he knew when the TARDIS was faking it. Behind the happiness there was a strained effort to keep a sense of agony away from reaching his mind, but some of it slipped through. The doctor looked back at the center of the room and placed a hand on the center casing of the visible engine.
It was then that the doctor dropped his hand back to the cold metal console. "It's ok, you don't have to keep it up for me," the doctor whispered, completely oblivious now to anything but the TARDIS. It took a moment before the happiness slowly faded and became secondary to the pain the TARDIS was feeling. He slowly stroked the console trying to soothe the hurting TARDIS. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," the doctor said, keeping the tears from his eyes, but the sadness of seeing the beloved machine in pain like this with little he could do for help. It was like the Ood all over again, but this time it was with the TARDIS, something he loved so dearly and had spent so much of his life with. It pained him to hear her in pain. He slowly removed his hand and sat down on the floor, removing a panel from under the console. Seeing all of the wires nearly completely fused together. He wished he had his sonic screwdriver because it would most definitely help and speed up the recovery of the TARDIS. This area, he had learned, was a place that helped soothe the TARDIS, which he discovered one time when he was with Rose in his previous body. Perhaps this doctor did not find it out, because he did not have Rose. He felt sorry for this doctor, not ever having Rose in his life. Just thinking of the pain he would have felt, made the doctor feel very sorry for the other doctor. But what was important for the time being was helping the TARDIS, which was happy but in great pain at the moment. He wanted to help relieve that pain.
He reached for a group of fused wires behind the panel, but felt a surge hit him. "Shhhhhh," the doctor whispered, "It's going to be alright. I'll relieve the pressure here to help reduce the pain. But then I have to leave, in case Your Doctor comes by." He placed a hand on the console above him and ran his hand back and forth. He felt the strain slowly go away in the mental buzz he received from the TARDIS. It was almost like the TARDIS knew him, and knew what his intentions were. Then again, the TARDIS did exist in every moment in history at the same moment, so she probably knew who he was, and could trust him. With his other hand he reached once more for the wires and grabbed the wires gently. At first he let go of them, the heat not what he was expecting. The wires were way overheated and nearly melting. He sighed, dropping the hand from the console to the wires. He took ahold of them again, now knowing how hot the wires were, and not worrying about the burns he would have later on his hands, worked on separating the wires and reshaping them to how they were supposed to be. He blew cold air onto the wires to help them cool down as he worked. "You're going to be just fine," the doctor cooed softly to the TARDIS, before letting go of the wires for a moment to help cool off his hands from the hot wires.
