Post by Admin on Jan 9, 2010 19:08:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Jefferson Davis McIntosh
Nickname: Jeff
Age: 16
Birthday: January 17th
Place of birth: Gadsden, Alabama (Roll Tide!)
School: Silver
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Jeff could care less about fashion. He's perfectly content throwing on whatever happens to be lying around on his floor. Of course, some of what he has just lying about is upscale and fashionable but that's only due to the influence of his meddlesome mother. If given a choice he wears distressed denims, hoodies and T-shirts, or occasionally polo shirts. The more worn, the better.
About the only concession to fashion he himself makes is a love of houndstooth brought on by a severe case of Bear Bryant worship. Unfortunately, the women in his family are not satisfied with his fashion blindness and attempt to replace his wardrobe with trendier outfits, much to his annoyance. He had to go into the dumpster once to rescue his well-worn 'Bama tees after Winnie decided to get rid of them without consulting him, a fact he greatly resents.
With his average height and build, average coloring and average clothing choices, Jefferson easily blends into the crowd. And that's perfectly okay by him! He mightily resists the family attempt to make him stand out more.
Personality: Jefferson spends most of his time wishing the Earth would swallow him up. After all, with an overbearing mother who writes about his exploits on her popular blog and an overbearing older sister who wants nothing more than to help him "be more gay" he has to be incredibly stubborn in order to keep his self-image the way he wants it to be.
He would like nothing more than to sit around watching football and goofing off with his friends, but his family makes this very difficult. Every single time he brings a guy friend home his mother and sister make loud and excited assumptions, which has left him with few (if any) friends willing to spend time at his home. Not that he wants to put up with the comments, either, so he's taken to spending as much time as possible away from home, preferrably without telling his family where he's got to -- because the moment he mentions his location Winnie will show up and bother him.
He really prefers to be left to his own devices and absolutely hates being the center of attention. Too much time socializing finds him with depleted energy, and he tends to freak when he has to stand up in front of any group of people for school projects or speeches.
Town Area: Van Nuys
Job: None
Transportation: Unfortunately he relies on Varina and his parents
Family Background and History: Mom: Helen McIntosh. Helen is a stay-at-home mom who writes a blog called Animals Eat Their Young. Her blog has earned her spots on several talk shows. A woman who has seen her 15 minutes of fame and clung to it stubbornly.
She likes bitch lit, pop punk, telling stories about her children, and HBO. She's always on the go, so it's a wonder she manages to be as put together as she is. She also has a biting sense of humor. However, when it comes to her children she sometimes is a little pushy...
Dad: Howard McIntosh. Plumber. He's quiet but when he does speak it's usually to say something funny. He's thoroughly obsessed with the Civil War -- or as he puts it, the War of Northern Aggression. He's smart and, much like the rest of his family, thoroughly stubborn -- when he cares. He frequently goes along with his wife simply because he doesn't have a strong opinion on, say, the color scheme of the master bedroom. But get him off on The War of Northern Aggression and you're unlikely to get him to shut up...
Sister: Varina Winnie McIntosh aka "The Disease". Age 17
Brothers: Joseph Evan. Age 15
Samuel Emory Age. 14
The McIntosh family moved to Van Nuys, California five years ago when Helen's blog began garnering national attention.
Jefferson's Freshman year he came out to his family as gay. It was something he'd been struggling with throughout middle school, but after seeing how his parents accepted their neighbors, a thoroughly normal gay couple raising three daughters, he decided to go ahead and stop hiding his attraction to other guys.
His parents found it easy to accept that their oldest son preferred other guys; in fact, they were thrilled with the discovery, eager to prove that they were cool and good parents. They've been pushing him to be "more gay", buying him surprise outfits he wouldn't be caught dead in, and Madonna CDs he doesn't want to listen to, and beauty supplies he doesn't know how to use. He's not all that interested in the popular gay subculture, but his parents (and sister) worry that maybe he isn't really as gay as he says he is...
The McIntosh family exploits are chronicled in Helen's blog Animals Eat Their Young. She refers to her family collectively as The Fighting McIntoshes. Seperately they are:
The Face (aka The Face that launched a thousand bedtimes)
The General (or Hubby)
The President (or The President of the Confederacy)
Pooh Bear (sometimes Ms. Model)
A Simple Carpenter
Baby Bear
Class Schedule: 1st - World History
2nd - World Literature
3rd - Physical Science
4th - Geometry
5th - P.E.
6th - French
Attendance Length: Since freshman year
After School Activities: Cross country, football (his dream is to play for 'Bama)
Likes: SEC Football, history, Bear Bryant (Jeff is deeply saddened that this legendary figure died before he was born and speaks of him with great reverence), houndstooth, sleeping, chicken wings, texas pete (it goes on everything! including oreos. Mmm. texas pete on oreos...), rough housing with his brothers, goofing off, post-grunge....and did he mention SEC Football and 'Bama?
Dislikes: Fashion, divas, drama queens, beauty supplies, girly boys, when Varina vandalizes his personal property, being the center of attention, dressing up, romcoms, being the center of attention (no, really), when people he knows admit they read his mom's blog, Auburn and their fans.
Other Information: This is the product of too much time talking with Anna about ideas I have for characters. There should be a character creation support group...
Face Claim: Erik Scott Smith
Player: Dryope
Writing Sample: Barty folded his arms across his chest as Rabastan continued to deflect his questions. "Am I wrong in assuming you want what's best for the wizarding community?" He probed. "Some people say that's what they're interested in, but they put the well-fare of others above their own people's interests." Stupid, if you asked him. Your own people should come first; this also meant, of course, that it was sometimes necessary to prune those members of the group who threatened the group's survival. His father had taught him that, with his near obsession with the reputation of the Crouch clan. Any family member who could be considered disgraceful had to be cut off. And any wizard who threatened the stability of the community had to be thrown into Azkaban, no matter what pretence at justice he had to make. Barty Jr. happened to believe that a bit of instability in the interest of establishing a government that actually understood the very serious threat that muggles and mudbloods posed.
He was starting to doubt his own earlier certainty. Maybe it really was nothing more than Slytherins sneaking about together for...for....for practice being sneaky or something. Or maybe they wouldn't let him in just because he was a Hufflepuff. It was really annoying, when people assumed they knew his political beliefs just because they knew what house he was in, because they were always wrong. He didn't for a moment believe that all Slytherins supported his own political heroes, but he was convinced that the LeStranges -- and several other families they associated with -- did, not least because he knew from his father's comments that their adult relatives were suspects. Then again, his father seemed to suspect an awful lot of people he had difficulty believing even cared about politics. They just did whatever was cool, which sometimes included political activism, but their hearts weren't in it.
"Don't tell me you're a Slytherin-only group. That's just unfair." He could understand why Rabastan and his posse would prefer to keep to their housemates; they had spent almost seven years living and learning together, sleeping in the same dungeon dormitories. They would know one another's minds better than any other house, and considering the ferociousness that could infect the house rivalries it could be difficult sometimes to be certain of anyone else. However, it wasn't a very good idea to have a political movement that only included a quarter of the students and alumni from one school situated in the United Kingdom, and anyway, he knew that he was devoted to the cause of wizard supremacy; he just needed to find some way to indirectly let Rabastan know.
"I think purebloods should stick together," He offered, falling silent and suddenly finding the shelves of books fascinating as a pair of younger students roamed past. "Regardless of house," He continued, as though he hadn't paused in mid-thought. "And if that is not why you and your friends have been getting together, I apologize for thinking you might be spending your time doing something worthwhile."
Perhaps he shouldn't have expected any of his classmates to be the least bit politically interested; romance and homework were the biggest concerns for so many of them, and while some professed a desire to work at the Ministry (a mistake, in his opinion), they only considered it a career option. People were only interested in politics for personal power and for admiration, not for changing the world for the better. Except, of course, Voldemort. He had a vision and he was dedicated to reaching it! Well, that and his father, who likewise had a vision, but his father's vision happened to be dangerously wrong and would only result in the decline of civilization, whereas the Dark Lord would lead the magical community into a period of glory such as they hadn't seen in centuries. This was not the sort of opinion he was likely to spout in public, however, as the Ministry was in the habit of squashing political dissent.
Nickname: Jeff
Age: 16
Birthday: January 17th
Place of birth: Gadsden, Alabama (Roll Tide!)
School: Silver
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Jeff could care less about fashion. He's perfectly content throwing on whatever happens to be lying around on his floor. Of course, some of what he has just lying about is upscale and fashionable but that's only due to the influence of his meddlesome mother. If given a choice he wears distressed denims, hoodies and T-shirts, or occasionally polo shirts. The more worn, the better.
About the only concession to fashion he himself makes is a love of houndstooth brought on by a severe case of Bear Bryant worship. Unfortunately, the women in his family are not satisfied with his fashion blindness and attempt to replace his wardrobe with trendier outfits, much to his annoyance. He had to go into the dumpster once to rescue his well-worn 'Bama tees after Winnie decided to get rid of them without consulting him, a fact he greatly resents.
With his average height and build, average coloring and average clothing choices, Jefferson easily blends into the crowd. And that's perfectly okay by him! He mightily resists the family attempt to make him stand out more.
Personality: Jefferson spends most of his time wishing the Earth would swallow him up. After all, with an overbearing mother who writes about his exploits on her popular blog and an overbearing older sister who wants nothing more than to help him "be more gay" he has to be incredibly stubborn in order to keep his self-image the way he wants it to be.
He would like nothing more than to sit around watching football and goofing off with his friends, but his family makes this very difficult. Every single time he brings a guy friend home his mother and sister make loud and excited assumptions, which has left him with few (if any) friends willing to spend time at his home. Not that he wants to put up with the comments, either, so he's taken to spending as much time as possible away from home, preferrably without telling his family where he's got to -- because the moment he mentions his location Winnie will show up and bother him.
He really prefers to be left to his own devices and absolutely hates being the center of attention. Too much time socializing finds him with depleted energy, and he tends to freak when he has to stand up in front of any group of people for school projects or speeches.
Town Area: Van Nuys
Job: None
Transportation: Unfortunately he relies on Varina and his parents
Family Background and History: Mom: Helen McIntosh. Helen is a stay-at-home mom who writes a blog called Animals Eat Their Young. Her blog has earned her spots on several talk shows. A woman who has seen her 15 minutes of fame and clung to it stubbornly.
She likes bitch lit, pop punk, telling stories about her children, and HBO. She's always on the go, so it's a wonder she manages to be as put together as she is. She also has a biting sense of humor. However, when it comes to her children she sometimes is a little pushy...
Dad: Howard McIntosh. Plumber. He's quiet but when he does speak it's usually to say something funny. He's thoroughly obsessed with the Civil War -- or as he puts it, the War of Northern Aggression. He's smart and, much like the rest of his family, thoroughly stubborn -- when he cares. He frequently goes along with his wife simply because he doesn't have a strong opinion on, say, the color scheme of the master bedroom. But get him off on The War of Northern Aggression and you're unlikely to get him to shut up...
Sister: Varina Winnie McIntosh aka "The Disease". Age 17
Brothers: Joseph Evan. Age 15
Samuel Emory Age. 14
The McIntosh family moved to Van Nuys, California five years ago when Helen's blog began garnering national attention.
Jefferson's Freshman year he came out to his family as gay. It was something he'd been struggling with throughout middle school, but after seeing how his parents accepted their neighbors, a thoroughly normal gay couple raising three daughters, he decided to go ahead and stop hiding his attraction to other guys.
His parents found it easy to accept that their oldest son preferred other guys; in fact, they were thrilled with the discovery, eager to prove that they were cool and good parents. They've been pushing him to be "more gay", buying him surprise outfits he wouldn't be caught dead in, and Madonna CDs he doesn't want to listen to, and beauty supplies he doesn't know how to use. He's not all that interested in the popular gay subculture, but his parents (and sister) worry that maybe he isn't really as gay as he says he is...
The McIntosh family exploits are chronicled in Helen's blog Animals Eat Their Young. She refers to her family collectively as The Fighting McIntoshes. Seperately they are:
The Face (aka The Face that launched a thousand bedtimes)
The General (or Hubby)
The President (or The President of the Confederacy)
Pooh Bear (sometimes Ms. Model)
A Simple Carpenter
Baby Bear
Class Schedule: 1st - World History
2nd - World Literature
3rd - Physical Science
4th - Geometry
5th - P.E.
6th - French
Attendance Length: Since freshman year
After School Activities: Cross country, football (his dream is to play for 'Bama)
Likes: SEC Football, history, Bear Bryant (Jeff is deeply saddened that this legendary figure died before he was born and speaks of him with great reverence), houndstooth, sleeping, chicken wings, texas pete (it goes on everything! including oreos. Mmm. texas pete on oreos...), rough housing with his brothers, goofing off, post-grunge....and did he mention SEC Football and 'Bama?
Dislikes: Fashion, divas, drama queens, beauty supplies, girly boys, when Varina vandalizes his personal property, being the center of attention, dressing up, romcoms, being the center of attention (no, really), when people he knows admit they read his mom's blog, Auburn and their fans.
Other Information: This is the product of too much time talking with Anna about ideas I have for characters. There should be a character creation support group...
Face Claim: Erik Scott Smith
Player: Dryope
Writing Sample: Barty folded his arms across his chest as Rabastan continued to deflect his questions. "Am I wrong in assuming you want what's best for the wizarding community?" He probed. "Some people say that's what they're interested in, but they put the well-fare of others above their own people's interests." Stupid, if you asked him. Your own people should come first; this also meant, of course, that it was sometimes necessary to prune those members of the group who threatened the group's survival. His father had taught him that, with his near obsession with the reputation of the Crouch clan. Any family member who could be considered disgraceful had to be cut off. And any wizard who threatened the stability of the community had to be thrown into Azkaban, no matter what pretence at justice he had to make. Barty Jr. happened to believe that a bit of instability in the interest of establishing a government that actually understood the very serious threat that muggles and mudbloods posed.
He was starting to doubt his own earlier certainty. Maybe it really was nothing more than Slytherins sneaking about together for...for....for practice being sneaky or something. Or maybe they wouldn't let him in just because he was a Hufflepuff. It was really annoying, when people assumed they knew his political beliefs just because they knew what house he was in, because they were always wrong. He didn't for a moment believe that all Slytherins supported his own political heroes, but he was convinced that the LeStranges -- and several other families they associated with -- did, not least because he knew from his father's comments that their adult relatives were suspects. Then again, his father seemed to suspect an awful lot of people he had difficulty believing even cared about politics. They just did whatever was cool, which sometimes included political activism, but their hearts weren't in it.
"Don't tell me you're a Slytherin-only group. That's just unfair." He could understand why Rabastan and his posse would prefer to keep to their housemates; they had spent almost seven years living and learning together, sleeping in the same dungeon dormitories. They would know one another's minds better than any other house, and considering the ferociousness that could infect the house rivalries it could be difficult sometimes to be certain of anyone else. However, it wasn't a very good idea to have a political movement that only included a quarter of the students and alumni from one school situated in the United Kingdom, and anyway, he knew that he was devoted to the cause of wizard supremacy; he just needed to find some way to indirectly let Rabastan know.
"I think purebloods should stick together," He offered, falling silent and suddenly finding the shelves of books fascinating as a pair of younger students roamed past. "Regardless of house," He continued, as though he hadn't paused in mid-thought. "And if that is not why you and your friends have been getting together, I apologize for thinking you might be spending your time doing something worthwhile."
Perhaps he shouldn't have expected any of his classmates to be the least bit politically interested; romance and homework were the biggest concerns for so many of them, and while some professed a desire to work at the Ministry (a mistake, in his opinion), they only considered it a career option. People were only interested in politics for personal power and for admiration, not for changing the world for the better. Except, of course, Voldemort. He had a vision and he was dedicated to reaching it! Well, that and his father, who likewise had a vision, but his father's vision happened to be dangerously wrong and would only result in the decline of civilization, whereas the Dark Lord would lead the magical community into a period of glory such as they hadn't seen in centuries. This was not the sort of opinion he was likely to spout in public, however, as the Ministry was in the habit of squashing political dissent.
