Post by James Rodgers on Apr 18, 2009 10:20:05 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO:[/b]Father: Jake Rodgers, 45, Human
Name: James
Age: 18
Preferred Way to be Contacted: PM
Other Characters Played: None
CHARACTER INFO:
Name: James Robert Rodgers
Age: 28
Birthdate: 03/05/1963
Deathdate: N/A
Occupation: Professor of Vanquishing
Type: Witch
Powers: Atmokinesis & Elemental Manipulation (Lightning)
Affiliation: Good
DESCRIPTION:
Physical Description:
James stands a proud six foot two with luscious brown hair which is long and straight and the most piercing green eyes which sometimes you may see turn a more blue. His face has often been described to be that of an angelic, look. However one scowl can make his face seem almost evil like. He has a very athletic structure and takes pride in his appearance – making sure to work out to maintain a healthy fit body.
Style: Usually you can see James about in simple jeans and a t-shirt or shirt. He commonly wears earthy colors. Although he does have an assortment of other colors. When at work his attire is very professional with a clean, sharp cut suit – by the end of the day ending up with a shirt and trousers, tie and coat not included. His general sporting is always trendy and he has somewhat of an interest in fashion, keeping in with what’s hot a what’s not.
Looks Like:
Personality:
Before the death of his parents James was very much sentimental, with a kind and gentle attitude and approach to life. This was largely due to the excessive amount of love and affection he was shown as a child and through the relationship he had with his high school crush. The sweet and down to earth personality however soon changed. Still retaining the sentiment and kind approach as well as remaining down to earth the events after the death of his parents changed him a lot. Sarcasm seemed to scream through along with his easily annoyed persona. This, turning him into a feisty, hot tempered man made him hard, and strict as a person. However he still remained the natural born leader that he was and still is to this day very protective over anyone close to him, as well as retaining a natural personality with no room for no facelessness.
Often, when confronted or actedtoward in a hostile manor he can be very abrasive and sarcastic. Prime examples include being faced with parents of children from his classes that often have some comment or another to interject – or when he comes across the odd agent which he has a particular strong contempt for. Any agent or evil doer in his opinion and should be avoided or stopped at all costs.
His feisty temper allows him to be strong willed and determined as a person, in work and outside. Natural leader, brave and protective are all attributes which James possesses however often it does not seem apparent to himself, but does so to other people. However his personality is changing as he begins to build his new life and cracks are starting to show where the light of the man previous to his parent’s death is starting to show. The gentle sweet man is soon returning however some marks on his personality will not fade away due to the factors which had changed him, for good.
SCHOOL LIFE:
Length of time in Postion: 1 year
How they got their job: James approached the Headmistress of the school a year ago while still in his normal job of teaching high school English and expressed an interest in teaching on the magical side of things - was hired on the spot after a round of questions and a look at his teaching records.
Occupation Before Becoming a Teacher: Tutor of English Literature
AS A STUDENT WAY BACK WHEN:
Favorite Class: English Lit & History
Least Favorite Class: Maths
Subject Best At: English/Art
Subject Worst At: Home Economics
Final GPA: 3.8
HOME LIFE:
Residence: 1324 Caledonia Drive, SF
Family:
➺Mother: Vivian, 42, Aerokinesis
➺Siblings: Lillian, 30, Cryokinesis & Geokinesis
➺Siblings: Louise, 23, Astral Projection, Astral Trapping & Empathy
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History:
James was born as the son of Jake and Vivian (Nee Green) Rodgers in the city of New York. Both his parents worked hard, his father a local policeman and his mother was an elementary school teacher and also a witch. James had two sisters who were also witches. The family got on well in New York, however had to move due to his father finding work in SF.
James grew up in a relatively normal home life while living in the city. He took to school well however felt as if he never fit in as well as the other kids. This being larger due to him knowing that he was different, he was strange, not normal. Normal, however, can be vastly overrated and this was the message instilled by his parents as he went through elementary school making few friends and progressing to middle school with little change. He was meant for something special.
He had a caring environment at home, however some would argue too caring, due to evidence of little social skills on James part. The caring environment had become stifling and an unhappy place to be in as he tried his best to understand who he was – reaching the troubles some teenage years – and what it meant to be different. He felt so alone, despite his parents attempts at showing him a good life and was in need of someone to talk to, other than his parents or siblings.
It was not long into his middle school career that he suggested boarding school and his parents, after much deliberation, decided it was best if it made James happy. So, at the tender age of 13 he packed his things and headed for New England where he attended the Richmond Boarding School for Excellence. At first, life in the new school was tough – finding it harder to make friends and fit in. However he soon learned he was not the only one feeling this way and made common ground with other new students who felt the same. Through being able to make new friends he gained in confidence and began to become a more outgoing young man by the age of 15. The confidence the school had given James only doubled tenfold as he grew, along with new skills in socialising and improvement in his academic studies. Each time he would return home for the holidays his parents and siblings saw the young man he was becoming, a bright, intelligent and extroverted person with the potential to achieve greatness.
He did find it hard at times being away from his sisters however lot's of holidays meant that the time he had with them was very precious. Especially the time he had with his parents.
He graduated from Richmond’s school with merits and moved back home at the age of 18 with full confidence and full of life. He decided to pursue a career as an English teacher, by studying English Literature with Education at New York City University. Throughout this time at University James made new friends and also some old acquaintances. Payton Roy, now a young woman, was once the core of his middle school crush and now a changed James had the zealous to ask her out – starting a relationship which lasted the whole of his University life. The relationship made James more open to love and new friendships, even more so since high school – however something during the course changed him. Something that scared him and made him fully aware that emotions could be very dangerous. Heartache. That was what he felt when the girl of his dreams left him after University. A set back to the person who he had become. Luckily however spending his first year as a teacher, James found his emotions return to normal– so much so that he was back to happy man he was before.
It was then that he decided to change his career slightly and approached the Headmistress of the magic school to see if he could land a job teaching magic due to his extensive experience in demonic dealings while back home at University with his family. Getting the job he decided to take it and began working on the next generation of magical protectors.
During one winter, after dinner with his parents, James made his way back home forgetting his keys and running back to find hell. The incident that changed his life forever. On return to his parents home he found his mother gone and his father dead on the floor. He never knew what ever happened to his parents - none of the Rodgers children did. They are currently in search for their mother, and to avenge their fathers death.
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SAMPLE WRITING:
As soon as the flash had started James shot up, panting and screaming from his sleep. Like something no one would have heard before. The sweat was clearly obvious on his brow and he looked around, eyes darting in every direction. Breathing still heavy and dominant. He blinked a few times, trying to recover from the abhorrent dream. The same one he had been having since the death of his parents, only at different stages. Tonight had been the mirror crashing into him, what came before his mother’s death. He cared not to remember such thoughts.
Regaining control and reality finally kicking in as it always did, he finally realised that he was in his new apartment. Looking to his right, he saw the flashing of his beside alarm clock, telling a time which James wished did not exist: five-fifteen in the morning. He closed his eyes with a sigh and spun around in his bed, stepping out of the bed in nothing but his boxers. His athletic physic was something he was proud of, and at this point in his life the only thing he was proud to say he kept at. His rippling muscles were the hard work of many nights and days in the gym. Walking to the large window opposite he peered down. His apartment was rather high up and he had an excellent view of below. He could see, from a distance, the cluster of buildings, ranging the eye in towards his apartment he could make out buildings more clearly as the Outskirts of the city. Often he found himself lost in his thoughts looking out of the window, it was something which he believed would help him get back to a normal way of living.
Turning on his heal, he gained a better look around the room to notice he had left the bedroom door open. Strange. He thought as he meandered his way around the large king-sized bed to the door. As he neared it he could see that his clumsiness and inability to conserve energy was also at stake from a light left on in the open plan living room, or was it the kitchen? As he walked through the archway, where his bedroom door should have been closed he jumped back, reactions not as good as they should be as he looked onto the scene which lay before him.
Blood. It was everywhere; along the floor, on the sofa, dripping from the table, etched on the walls, stained into the paintings and surrounding two figures that lay on the floor motionless, dead. He looked and looked again, covering his face with his hands. However he had come accustom to finding this. Grinding teeth in anger, he pulled his hands away to find a normal living room as he did leave it. Everything was neat, and in its place – order had been restored from his hallucinate state. When would these images end? When would he finally get over his past and move on? Would he ever get the chance? As soon as the flash had started Gavin shot up, panting and screaming from his sleep. Like something no one would have heard before. The sweat was clearly obvious on his brow and he looked around, eyes darting in every direction. Breathing still heavy and dominant. He blinked a few times, trying to recover from the abhorrent dream. The same one he had been having since the death of his parents, only at different stages. Tonight had been the freezing of the room, what came before his mother’s death. He cared not to remember such thoughts.
Regaining control and reality finally kicking in as it always did, he finally realised that he was in his new apartment. Looking to his right, he saw the flashing of his beside alarm clock, telling a time which James wished did not exist: five-fifteen in the morning. He closed his eyes with a sigh and spun around in his bed, stepping out of the bed in nothing but his boxers. His athletic physic was something he was proud of, and at this point in his life the only thing he was proud to say he kept at. His rippling muscles were the hard work of many nights and days in the gym. Walking to the large window opposite he peered down. His apartment was rather high up and he had an excellent view of below. He could see, from a distance, the cluster of buildings, ranging the eye in towards his apartment he could make out buildings more clearly as the Outskirts of the city. Often he found himself lost in his thoughts looking out of the window, it was something which he believed would help him get back to a normal way of living.
Turning on his heal, he gained a better look around the room to notice he had left the bedroom door open. Strange. He thought as he meandered his way around the large king-sized bed to the door. As he neared it he could see that his clumsiness and inability to conserve energy was also at stake from a light left on in the open plan living room, or was it the kitchen? As he walked through the archway, where his bedroom door should have been closed he jumped back, reactions not as good as they should be as he looked onto the scene which lay before him.
Blood. It was everywhere; along the floor, on the sofa, dripping from the table, etched on the walls, stained into the paintings and surrounding two figures that lay on the floor motionless, dead. He looked and looked again, covering his face with his hands. However he had come accustom to finding this. Grinding teeth in anger, he pulled his hands away to find a normal living room as he did leave it. Everything was neat, and in its place – order had been restored from his hallucinate state. When would these images end? When would he finally get over his past and move on? Would he ever get the chance?
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