Post by Jack Carrington on May 30, 2013 23:10:14 GMT
JACK CARRINGTON
"so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
The Basic Facts
FULL NAME.
Jack Eli Carrington
Jack Carrington came from a long line of impeccably unappeasable Carringtons. Based on popular demand by his father, William, Jack was simply...Jack. Not even his mother insisted on cooing over him with ‘darling’ or ‘dear child’ as she had Jack’s younger sister. Jack was never so much as given a middle name upon his birth; rather, he took it upon himself to adopt Eli after his grandfather, Elison Carrington, shortly after Jack moved to Manhattan in the Spring. Carrington - a noble name with a story behind it worth telling - has been Jack’s trademark since his birth. It likely forever will be.
AGE.
Twenty-seven
Jack just recently saw another birthday come and go. Of course, the birthday cards and wish-you-well gifts came in belated, but Jack saw it all the same. Another year he wasn’t married, was just as tired, just as pitiful as the rest of those souls walking the streets of Manhattan. He swam in the same pool of income year after year, greeted the same faces, breathed in the same, filthy air as everyone else. Something within him told him that, soon, things would be different.
OCCUPATION.
Lawyer
Carrington-Bradford is one of Manhattan’s busiest. He refused to take on the weight of the company that his father had inherited, meaning that the firm rests on the shoulders of his younger sister. Still, the firm looks to Jack with a hopeful eye that he may change his mind. Having been somewhat of a family profession, Jack was emitted from law school in Boston a year early, allowing him to get a jump start on his career, which, for years, was set in the heart of Boston. Manhattan came as a surprise to him, witnessing more outlandish cases than he’d ever seen.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
Heterosexual
Boston was home to some of the most famous faces that Jack had ever seen. Was Jack one of them? Unlikely. Was Charlotte? Absolutely not. Two people lost in the grand scheme of Boston somehow managed to wind up entangled, irrevocably, in each other’s lives. Charlotte ran a small business on the outskirts of town, and the idea of moving into the city for better opportunity frightened her to no end. After losing nearly everything to her ex-husband, the bitter battle for custody over her son left Charlotte in Jack’s arms and her son to the both of them. Four-year-old Roger’s case of leukemia hit hard the winter before Jack decided to leave Boston, and separated the two. After getting the news of Roger’s tragic fate, Charlotte silently vanished into society, leaving Jack to wonder why.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN.
Capricorn
Born to follow the path of Capricorn, Jack has a tendency to be independent of the surrounding world. Entirely content with hours of solitude, he is prone to go days without communication - simply letting it slip his mind that others need him at all. Rather, Jack finds himself dwelling on past, which haunts him endlessly. All the same, Jack does not live an uphappy life. The Carrington lineage has been very successful, leaving Jack to strive for the finer things in life, and always wanting the same for his closest companions. While this is a benefit of knowing Jack, it’s difficult to break his shell. Likely one of the biggest mysteries you’ll ever meet, there’s always something new to learn about Jack.
PERSONALITY TRAITS.
Charismatic
Smooth as silk, Jack knows just what to say. He knows when to say it and how, though his suavity is not used intentionally. Jack doesn’t find himself any better than the next man, but as the story with most lawyers go, his charm and charisma take him places. You might find yourself a bit more curious as to what’s on the other side of that endearing persona, but without the charming touch yourself, you may find that investigation a bit more difficult than you might imagine.
Vulnerable
Jack’s helpful and understanding nature makes him a sitting duck for the more filthy crowd of Manhattan. Whether they are after his money or his heart, Jack has a difficult time turning away those who need him in any shape, form or fashion. He knows better - even as he hardly trusts the man next to him, he’d give to him if he were asked. What haunts Jack the most is that he’s aware he’s being taken advantage of, and he lives with the fact that he feels there’s nothing he can do about it.
Thoughtful
Jack ponders most things more than your average Joe. He seldom speaks before he thinks, making his advice wise and worthy of consideration. He always has something to say on the matter, but that doesn’t always mean he’ll always share it. He’s an honest and inspiring word or two, a good book and a word of wisdom all wrapped up into one man. All this likely comes from his love for reading, particularly old texts that others would let collect dust.
Possessive
Once he has you, it’s difficult for Jack to let go. Charlotte likely has letters piling up, unopened. To keep those people in his life - safe, provided for and protected - Jack will stop at nothing, often despite your own wishes. This is Jack’s biggest downfall, as he becomes fearful of those who escape his realm after opening up to them. With Jack, it’s forever and always, or never at all.
Composed
It’s rare to see Jack have an outburst. No doubt, he’s had his infamous moments - and those moments are ones that will live with him forever. Truthfully, it takes a lot to make Jack lose his temper. On a daily basis, he makes a point to make people feel comfortable in his presence, as though they are the most important thing in his life at that moment, and he has an impeccable way of doing so. When you’re needing that comforting word or shoulder to cry on, Jack Carrington should be on speed-dial.
HOMETOWN.
Weston, Massachusetts
The upper end of Massachusetts is home to the small town of Weston, where the Carrington household stands at three stories with a backyard pool house and garden. Boston was more of Jack’s scene, as he traveled with his father on business days and learned the streets of Boston like the back of his hand. He was home most of his younger days, but moved to Boston the moment he was enrolled into law school and lived there shortly after being emitted early. Currently, the Carrington estate is run by his mother and father, while his younger sister has moved out.
FAMILY.
________ ________ Carrington
Jack’s sister means the world to him. He has high hopes for her, though she shows little interest in taking the law firm. While Jack often pressures her into taking the firm off his hands, he accepts her denials only to try again later. She is Jack’s closest confidant, though she doesn’t quite understand him the way he thinks she does. To her - much like the rest of the world - Jack is a mystery all his own, bottling up more and more secrets and memories every day. Jack, however, is under the irrevocable impression that she can read him like a book, that she knows him inside and out. Tragically, the more that his sister attempts to find out about Jack and his history in Boston, the more Jack becomes perplexed and suspicious, drawing away from her.
William and Katherine Carrington nee Rosmon
Jack’s mother and father were professionals. More so his father, a professional perfectionist. His father was a “fine example”, so said Jack’s mother. Katherine was no exception to the finery, though she, like Jack, was a bit more soft-spoken than her husband. William was a burly man with a hefty laugh and a high aspirations for Jack, while he expected his daughter to later run the estate. However, his sister moved out when she became of age and set off to begin her own life. Disappointed, Katherine and William were hesitant to support her. Jack was the voice of reason, insisting that either Jack or William help her along into the world. Years after William and Katherine agreed to support their daughter, Jack continued to send a monthly check to his sister. The check, generally, was returned to his address.
Out of Character
OOC ALIAS. Kassie.
GENDER. Female.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None.
FACE CLAIM. Leonardo DiCaprio.
Roleplay Sample
This is a excerpt from a thread I was doing on a Harry Potter site - my character was Sylvia Harkiss, who lived in her sister's shadow. In this post, Sylvia returned to her home to see her ill father after swearing up and down that she would never step foot into the house again. Enjoy!
It was nearly a quarter past eight when Sylvia had arrived home; twenty minutes past and there she stood, debating presenting herself to the unit she had once called family. It was a foreign word to her, always stinging ever so slightly at the tongue. Perhaps it was the warmth in the sound that she was not accustom to. After all, nearly everything she expressed was cold and bitter. Sylvia was not ignorant to this in the slightest, though she never could quite bring it upon herself to scold such a hateful mouth. Years of bottled angst had finally been released from its captivity, and she had little intentions of ever recapturing it. Still, something had ignited within Sylvia Jane - the very same something, a force, that drew her to her home in Upper Flagley that evening, where she found her former dwelling suddenly uninviting. When the foyer lights illuminated the lawn, Sylvia was overcome with an urge to turn and run.
Ramona’s figure was visible from where Sylvia was frozen, though she was unsure that Ramona took notice of her. Her mother’s gaze was fixed on something else, something off in the distance. Sylvia concluded that it was nothing at all after a subtle look over her shoulder, and taking tender steps further away from Ramona’s view, Sylvia pressed herself against a familiar brick column as she regained her confidence. Fearful tears brimmed in her eyes for no reason at all, and the burning infuriated her. Why had she come home? It was a question that not even she had an answer to, though she longed for one. Maddening emotions shifted rapidly from trepidation to violent hostility, sending Sylvia’s eyes towards the road, where she might make a run for it, and Merlin she wanted to! Then what kept her there? She felt a sickness unlike any other, and just as she was positive she would heave, Ramona stepped outside, reassuring someone within that she only needed fresh air.
Sylvia turned in that instant as if she were lured. Ramona still did not take notice of her, but Sylvia stood in awe at her mother’s features. Age had taken her, but taken her kindly. Gentle lines had settled below her eyes and above the brow, and Chestnut hair had faded gracefully. Sylvia swallowed, her beckon nothing but a rasp. Trying again, Ramona turned in her direction. Sylvia flinched, suddenly fearful when Ramona wailed and bolted in her direction, flying down the staircase with extended arms. Arms that engulfed Sylvia and kept her there for several long moments. At the moment that Sylvia felt the warmth of tears on her blouse, she returned the favor - slightly reluctantly - by patting her gently. Sylvia opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find the words. She scrambled through lines and phrases and nothing fit, nothing could break that moment. Ramona choked, blurting out something that resembled ‘Where have you been?’. Sylvia inhaled and responded promptly, “Where’s father?”
Ramona took the lead with haste, a handkerchief pulled closely to her features and then her chest. She sniffed and sobbed as she hastened, frequently checking over her shoulder to reassure herself that Sylvia had not disappeared. The house was nearly just as Sylvia had left it, and she found herself falling behind as she admired the traditional wallpaper and faded portraits of generations past, the staircase and her father’s favorite chair. Ramona took her by the hand, which Sylvia jerked away at once unintentionally. Ramona returned the handkerchief to her mouth and muttered an apology. Sylvia patted her shoulder awkwardly before nodding onwards. Shortly thereafter, they had arrived at what Sylvia remembered to be her parents’ bedroom. The bed was tidy aside from her father’s frame buried beneath a quilt. His mass rose and fell steadily, and Sylvia held something back - no, fought it - that was burning and sorrowful. Without entering, Sylvia shook her head and retreated down the hallway.
