Post by buddy on Jun 14, 2009 18:56:39 GMT -5
[/i][/b][/color][/center][/font]where the sky meets the sea
<<the basics
[/right][/size]CHARLES, BUDDY-JAMES JOSEPH
[/size]Nicknames/Aliases:
Buddy, Bud, Bubba, James, Jimbo, Jim, Jude
Age:
Thirty-Two
Appearance:
Buddy-James looks like your generic good ol’ Southern boy from the states – his hair is a dirty blonde colour; a farmer’s tan crawls its way up his arms and across the back of his neck; shining, oh-so-innocent, blue eyes and of course the muscular shape of someone who works hard to get things done. Of course, this work has nothing to do with farming or anything of the sort.
Buddy’s face is often described by others as chiselled, and he doesn’t plan on disagreeing. His chin is hard and straight, and the most important part (to Buddy at least), his strong chin that he says he got from his father. His melt-your-heart blue puppy eyes fit his face well, unlike his nose which seems slightly too big for the face it was matched with. Under the nose the stubble begins and trails to the sides – up to where sideburns might appear if he neglects shaving for too long – and of course down to his chin and over his throat. Buddy always seems to have stubble that is at just the right length, as if he makes sure to trim or shave it down to such a perfect length every time so that he neither goes bare or begins a beard.
Buddy typically wears a white undershirt that clings well to his form underneath a ratty old sweater and a fur-lined jacket - of course with regular denim jeans. All his clothing, however, is old and worn out - and covered in sweat stains from various amounts of physical work (mostly lugging bodies around). A rusted gold cross hangs from his neck, typically falling into his shirt to keep it hidden from those who ought not to see it... The gold is not on his skin however, it is sitting atop his undershirt. To him, there is something about the cross that severely troubles him when it is touched to his skin.
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Diseases/Disorders:
Multiple Personality Disorder[/blockquote]
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the experience of survival
[/i][/b][/color][/center][/font]<<the personality
[/right][/size]Buddy seems like an incredibly likeable guy. He puts off a nice and friendly vibe, charms everyone he meets with a southern-accented banter and his glimmering blue orbs. Buddy is an extremely charismatic person, who acts as if he wants to be friends with everyone. He was raised to be a perfectly God-lovin’ man with a God-lovin’ attitude, though he often finds himself doubting the existence – what kind of God would put his people through this? Despite this apparent “deep” part of Buddy, he’s definitely not any kind of smart – or at least, he doesn’t appear to be as such. Seeming mostly clueless almost all of the time, Buddy just does whatever it is his heart tells him to do, ignoring his mind completely. Although this often leads to pitifully stupid acts of heroism on his part, it also often leads to him getting tail – which is always a win in his book. Buddy spends a lot of his time as he crosses the countries from colony to colony looking for deserted weapons.
Of course, this isn’t quite all of Buddy. The part of him he doesn’t show to anyone is the part of him that is extremely angry, vengeful and, oh – addicted to sex. Buddy is a complete homophobic, being around anyone who has an inkling of these thoughts makes him uncomfortable and angry. He also thinks of revenge most of the time, for anything a single person may have done to him. Perhaps someone bumped the fender of his truck, perhaps someone misspelled his name – this part of him wants revenge… Both of these don’t go well with the third quality of this “other side” of Buddy. He is completely addicted to sex, and it is also how he gets out his anger. When this side of Buddy takes over when he’s “giving it to a woman” he starts to really “give it to her”. This has lead to a lot of heavy lifting on his part. A psychiatrist would call him schizophrenic, would say he had multiple personality disorder. Buddy refers to it, in his mind, as his “other self” and it is something he would never admit to anyone outside the confines of his brain.
Likes:
Well, the not-so-crazy part of Buddy loves his truck, large-sized dogs, people, faith, football (the American kind, not the white-and-black kickin’ one), chit-chatting, all kinds of meats (steak, beef, bacon, lamb – you name it), and country music.
And then of course there’s the more radical Buddy who has a few different likes, although he still quite likes his truck and big dogs, he also like smoking, drinking, women, steak, sharp or blunt objects, guns he finds, and of course hunting things.
Dislikes:
As far as dislikes go, both the normal and the not-so-normal Buddys have quite a bit in common. They both dislike homosexuals – the clinically insane version of him despises them, regular everyday Buddy-James just feels uncomfortable around them – and they both hate cats and birds. Normal Buddy doesn’t dislike much, however the other Buddy does. He hates anyone who looks at him the wrong way or does anything – accidental or on purpose – that inconveniences him.He has many traits that could be considered "Positive", but at the same time, he has a wide series of traits that could also be considered "Negative". As such, some may be doubled, but seperate descriptions are given for them.
Positive Traits:
- Adventurous. Buddy-James will literally do anything once. Well, everything except for upload himself. Buddy-James cannot believe that some people find themselves scared to try new things, especially when most seem to turn out well - or when most become remembered experiences that are enjoyable to look back on.
- Ambitious. Buddy wants to save the world. He wants to get everyone off the net and back into the real world where they are meant to be. He wishes to save people's souls by allowing them to come back to the real world where God can be in touch with them.
- Amiable. Buddy is rather easy to talk to, and enjoys talking to people. He seems to almost give off an air of friendliness, even if this may not be what he is truly like.
- Independent. Buddy works well on his own, and he doesn't particularly like working as a team despite the fact he enjoys being with people. He accomplishes his tasks in a much shorter period of time when done on his own schedule and with only his own personalities to control.
- Animated. Buddy talks a lot, and he also moves a lot. He talks with his hands and uses them to display what needs to be displayed. He enjoys physical activity and his other side uses this animated quality of Buddy's to lure possible victims.
- Diligent. Buddy never stops doing what he's doing until he has completed the task. This is convenient for him and for the Resistance as he works for them (not that they really know it) as he always gets things done.
- Candid. Everything Buddy does and says is on the spot. he does not carefully consider options. This often leads to him being rather honest, despite his clear dishonest streak.
- Religious. Buddy is religious in such a way that he believes that if there is a God, he ought to work for him so that he goes to the right place. If there is no God, it makes no difference as at least he can die knowing he did something for the world...
Negative Traits:
- Adventurous. Buddy-James gets himself into far too much trouble by being the Dare-Devil. One might wonder - if they knew the things he had done - if this adventurous spirit was what caused him to kill the last of his family.
- Ambitious. The rather troubled side of Buddy-James wants to kill most everyone. He wants to learn new ways to do such things and will literally stop and nothing to achieve said dream.
- Impulsive. Buddy hardly ever thinks before he acts. He will contemplate the issue once it is a mere memory, but in the moment he will simply act without considering possible ramifications.
- Dangerous. This trait seems rather obvious. Buddy-James is a dangerous person who would just as soon kill you as give you a "top of the morning" greeting.
- Brainless. Buddy is not much of a thinker, at all. He does not understand the simplest of math, he does not do well with semantics - he just does things. The only use he really sees for a brain is to let him be able to move and to keep him alive and breathing.
- Diligent. Buddy never stops until the work is done... No matter what that work is. He will beat a person to unconsciousness, and then to death, in a very short matter of time. He would never stop to pause, to listen to a plea, he has to finish his work.
- Dishonest. Buddy is not one to tell the truth in a typical situation. It seems silly to reveal truths when he does not know someone well enough - and he knows next to no one well enough. After all, anyone who knows him for too long typically does something that winds them up dead.
- Religious. Buddy uses his religion as a reason for his killing. The insane side of his self tells the oh-so normal one that they are safer dead than in the Net. That they are being brought to heaven...
Knowledge/Skills:
Buddy-James wasn't really chosen by the Resistance, and he does not really follow it. All he knows is that the process of being uploaded onto the "Net" and avoiding death is something that is inappropriate by God's rules. He is a God-loving man, and he will stand against the process of uploading for however long it takes to destroy it.
close your eyes, cut the cord
[/i][/b][/color][/center][/font]<<the life
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Family: Son to Jedidiah Charles and Lilly Charles
Brother to Bobby-John Charles, Jedidiah Jr. Charles, Abel Charles, Charity Charles, Charlie Charles
All of the above are deceased.
Romantic Involvements:
None at the moment, and he finds himself doubtful of being able to hold a steady enough relationship to be in one.
Birthplace:
Golden, Mississippi
Current Residence:
Inside of his truck, typically. He'll occasionally sleep in churches, when he comes upon them. It's hard for him to find a permanent place of residence as he is constantly on the move.
History:
Buddy-James’ past seems quite twisted – at least whenever he relates to someone. Many parts are fuzzy and tend to change with each retelling. The truth, however, lies in the generality of it all.
Buddy-James was born in the US of A in the great state of Missi’ppi to two God-fearing hicks living in an area out in the boonies that had yet to succumb to the ideals of being uploaded onto the net. Almost all two hundred people of Golden dropped their religion and became a part of the net, which the Charles family believed was strictly against God's Will. If God wanted you alive, he would keep you alive. If he wanted the rapture to hit the world - it would. God's Will was the law.
Buddy was the youngest of six for almost exactly eight years – and then it was the youngest of four. Two of his brothers died drowning in a river just outside the small town, and so it was time for Buddy to start helping out around the house. All the men would go out once a day and trek for what was left behind of the land. There were a few rules you always had to follow – travel in pairs; if one dies, head back to your house immediately; if you find one, bring it to the pit. You had to find one a day before you could eat dinner. What was the thing they were looking for? Bodies, mostly. Human bodies left behind from people transferring their whole existence to the Net. The heavy-lifting over the years made Buddy-James and his family strong, but by the time he was in his twenties, his family was down to three. His momma, his oldest brother and himself. That would not last long however, as the little thing in the back of his mind was soon to awaken. It was growing like a cancerous tumour and it was almost ready to burst right through his skull – and it wouldn’t take long.
First, it’d be his thirtieth birthday. Him and his brother would have to go out searching for bodies – and they would find them. These bodies were familiar, however. A brother and their father, both with stab wounds all over. Both, his brother deduced, coming from each other. Something made them tick, made them angry, and they killed each other. They brought the bodies to the pit, but didn’t let momma see. She was supposed to be making Buddy’s cake, after all.
The second thing would be the cake. Momma made a mistake. She wrote Bobby-John and not Buddy-James. Bobby-John was the brother they had just found. His older brother said nothing, he threw the cake to the ground and stormed off to his room.
Third thing was the bottle of whiskey his momma grabbed. She was angry, she was heart-broken, she was sorry. She drank them all away. This is what made it easy when the fourth thing happened.
Buddy-James woke up in the middle of the night, feeling funny. He would wander downstairs (maybe for a drink, or maybe a snack. There wasn’t cake like there should have been, but there may have been some left over lamb from supper) and he would see her stone drunk in her arm chair. Nearly passed out but still slurring in her sleep slightly.
What the real kicker was? He doesn’t know. Normal Buddy has blocked this out of his memory, he doesn’t remember anything about what happened. The other Buddy does, however. He grabbed the bottle she drank herself to sleep with, and beat her over the head with it. He beat her with it until the skull was dented, until the bottle was smashed and the green colour was sticking out of her skull, until little bits of her brain were decorating the front of his shirt.
He would then make his way down the hall to his brother’s room – everything had to be finished. He would repeat his past exploits. He would use the same bottle on his brother. The bottle that was already shattered to a point where the sharp edges would dig into a mutilate his face.
Neither Buddy remembers if he screamed.
He went to sleep after. Slept like a rock, and when he woke up and saw what had happened… He packed up and left. Ran as far away as he could. He went across the ocean on the first boat he could find (no matter how shabby it was, it didn’t matter so long as it could carry his truck) and when he hit the mainland of Europe he went and went until he found a safe place. To a place where no one knew him, where no one even seemed to want to. He would lie low for a bit, and continue on across the Continent. Lie low again – he continued this cycle, but every time he tried to lie low he found himself compelled to repeat his past offences. It was something he couldn’t resist. His arms grew stronger from carrying dead weight to new pits and from shovelling the cleansing dirt. His faith grew stronger from making a prayer over every soul he would slay.
And then he would find that there was an official "Resistance" against the Net. He wouldn't officially make his presence known to them, but he would indeed work with them. The Net was wrong in many ways. For the 'sane' side of Buddy, it was wrong in the eyes of God. For the crazed side of him... he would run out of people to kill, soon enough, if they were all uploaded into a world where no one died.
Access Code:
222721
good night, travel well
[/i][/b][/color][/center][/font]<<the author {optional}
[/right][/size]Your Name:[/size]
Melissa
Your Age:
Sixteen
Years Roleplaying Experience:
Three years
How'd you find us?
A personal message on Proboards Support.
Something interesting about yourself:
Uh... I write screenplays for films and have directed two shorts.
