Post by βℓackbird on Sept 25, 2012 20:55:03 GMT -5
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M O S T | W A N T E D
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name; Jay Madden Black
alias; Blackbird
occupation; lethal heckler
alignment; chaotic evil
gang residence; Bloodhounds
DOB & age; june 6 1989 - 23 yrs
sexual orientation; bisexual
face claim; Ben Barnes
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Ah, yes ... checkmate.
[/b]M O S T | W A N T E D
~ • • βℓackþird • • ~
name; Jay Madden Black
alias; Blackbird
occupation; lethal heckler
alignment; chaotic evil
gang residence; Bloodhounds
DOB & age; june 6 1989 - 23 yrs
sexual orientation; bisexual
face claim; Ben Barnes
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Ah, yes ... checkmate.
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strengths;
Some may call it persistence, but it might as well be called sheer and obnoxious doggedness. He doesn't like to quit a game once it's started, and more often than not, he will see it through. When he is particularly intent on finishing something for his own purpose, he is much more keen and aware as opposed to when he drops his guard and gets frustrated. It is, however, a delicate balance between calculating cool and hysteria.
Though he is insulted by challenges, personal attacks on his character never get to him. It is not just a case of his arrogance, but he finds it weak and pathetic to slag on a person for who they are. If you want to insult him, find a more creative way. He might or might not react. He most likely will just ignore you.
Though he does seem to more of a temperamental toddler, Jay is surprisingly good at being self-aware and focused. He often uses his supposed 'weaknesses' to his own advantage, leading his opponents to become more confident and thus more vulnerable. He is a crafty person, and never one to be taken too seriously. He is a master with his words, tone, and body language, and a suave manipulator. Men and women alike are prone to his viper charms.
Along with his manipulation, Jay is a flexible person in both physical and mental states. He adapts and accepts change readily and easily, and though he does take utmost pride in his plans, he is not too arrogant as to ignore important factors that may or may not have been compromised. While others may shirk away from sudden change, he revels in improvisation, and effective improvisation at that. He is also a lithe person, and knows his weapons well. He is as slippery as oil, and his elusiveness is due to his own physical grace and swiftness.
weaknesses;
Jay has an outrageous libido and is extremely impatient and, used to getting what he wants, he is easily unbalanced by a lack of stimulation - whether from sex or crime or reactions from whoever he's torturing or whatever, if he doesn't get what he needs, he will go into a rather hysterical panic or rage. When he's like this, it's easy to take advantage of him as he's usually too intent on satisfying his desires rather than thinking thoroughly and cohesively.
Though he is generally a resilient person, he is easily insulted by insurmountable obstacles or challenges. If he is told he can't do something, he will find a way to do it, or die trying. If you tell him that he can't bomb the police precinct without being caught unscathed, he will attempt to prove that he can, and if he does fail one part of the job, he will sulk about it for a long time. But this doesn't work with any challenge to his capability - he mostly ignores them unless he deems you worthy of being an opponent.
He likes attention. And he doesn't like doing things in the dark. There are times where he takes some private time in the godforsaken hours of the early morning to express himself as a macabre painter with a dead body as a canvas, but for Jay, if no one is watching, it is worth little to him. He likes to put on a big show, and it's even better if he can mock the police who always attempt to catch him, but never do. But that's an overstatement - sometimes he gets too cocky and ends up in a bad spot, but he'll be damned if he never gets out of it.
fairly fond of;
No beating around the bush, sex is awesome. Jay likes it, and he likes it rough and often. He'll take anyone, so long as they can satisfy him and, of course, have a pretty face and a good body to match. He is a sucker for a good looking lady or gentleman, and he is wooed easily if you know how to get to him. Ironically enough, if you can talk right and just as well as he can, he'll most likely follow you.
There's a reason why he likes word games so much and is so fluent in fancy language; Jay likes a good read every now and then. He likes to keep his mind sharp, and if he's not out causing mayhem, he's doing something that preoccupies his mind, whether it's a story or recon or taking a small hit and getting into intense philosophical discussions with authors.
Speed is key for this bird. He likes to move fast and work efficiently, and if you're too slow for him, he will leave you behind. He likes cars, the fastest cars, and he is rarely seen strolling; leisurely walking is for the sluggish and fat aristocrats, not for a man like Jay.
He has an affinity for birds and dogs, particularly owls and doves and salukis.
rather loathes;
If there's one thing that sets Jay on edge more than anything, it's emotional depth. A guy who does things for fun gets nervous when feelings get on stage, and he hates getting into other people's problems of the heart.
He also hates nice people. It's not so much that doing good deeds irks him (it does), but the fact that they are so easily taken advantage of. Their humanistic tendencies leave them to believe in the non-existent best of the worst, and it's always those people who make those sappy and lame as fuck speeches before they die. Honestly, be more creative.
Though challenges are insulting, easy tasks are also insulting. If it doesn't require much brainwork, he'll detest it. He's an intelligent man, and he dislikes laziness and apathy intensely.
Jay hates cats. And rabbits and hamsters. That is all that needs to be said.
charisma and charm;
Jay presents himself as, essentially, a gentlemanly asshole and a seductive motherfucker. He likes to talk in slow, bedroom tones and the tease in the game is the most fun for him. He is a cruelly hospitable person, and making his guests comfortable is the first part of the game. He puts his silver tongue and good looks to his advantage and isn't above cheating to gain the upper hand.
Despite the fact that he is the kind of guy to hit up a bank just because he feels like it, he always plans things out. He may seem impulsive, but he never rushes into anything without first assessing the situation and how feasible a job is or isn't. Regardless, he takes insult when something makes itself a challenge and will not rest until he is able to prove that he is the best criminal there is. He is, after all, Blackbird, and he does not shy away from challenges.
He likes to do things for the heck of it, and gets a kick out of the power of being able to do so. He is an independent person, but when he needs to cooperate, he is strictly loyal to those who deserve his faith. He is not forgiving of mistakes and he most obviously has favourites. He is, after all, a very attentive perfectionist. The beauty of the plan is its flawlessness.
He is, however, prone to temperamental tantrum-like bouts, but he expresses his true anger and frustration with silence rather than by blowing off steam. Usually quite a verbose character, he will lapse into quiet rages when things go really wrong. He will hold a grudge for as long as he can, and even after he has presumably forgiven you, you can be sure that he will find ways to mess with you even after.
When he's not busy licking your ear or breathing into your mouth, he is a sarcastic and cynical fuck. He has no qualms with insulting people, and will often do so. The more it gets on your nerves, the better. He'll get frustrated if you act like the better person and ignore him, but he is a persistent heckler, and he will find a way to grind your gears.
All in all, he is a casual, arrogant, irritating, temperamental bastard. But he has a much softer side for the ladies. That is, until they prove themselves as harsh as he is.
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There is no tragic or abusive childhood for this mister Jay Black. In fact, he didn't have much of a childhood at all. At a young age, he was forced into the most prestigious institution by his well-off mother and father who were both high figures in authority and justice. He got top grades, but it was boring and he became restless. Of course, his parents would tolerate no silly nonsense such as playing with the other children. They gave him violin lessons with a snappy old spinster (whom Jay is, actually, quite fond of), and that was it. They were arrogant, his parents were - snobbish aristocrats to the marrow.
So he started to get into other more ... entertaining activities. His parents thought his depression was an annoying inconvenience and considered it weak, and the only thing that could ease it was with illegal drugs. He found out that antagonizing others was also helpful, and he became the local tormentor. But no one dared to confront his parents about it. Besides, it was all in good fun. A broken wrist would eventually heal itself.
As he got older, he got more and more bored and needed more and more stimulation. He could do more and hurt more. Why not go big if you could? So one day, seeking more adventure in his life, he packed up and left his dainty, rich neighbourhood and took to the streets of Duplicity. The gangs offered a plethora of fun fun fun activities, and he was finally able to satiate his desire for sex, crime, and good old entertainment.
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Jay's first priority is mayhem. His second priority, however, is his looks. He keeps himself clean and trim, and he never grows his hair out past his shoulder length. Once it gets too long, he gets a nice, clean cut. He can be seen sporting short hair or long hair for any length of time - it depends on what he deems attractive at the time. He also doesn't mind a little stubble, the ladies seem to like it. But when he beds a man, clean shaven is the way he goes.
Unbeknownst to many, he has a black violin that he likes to indulge in now and then. He is fond of classical music, and his penchant for fancy parties and theatre shows, despite their aristocratic flavour, forces him to sneak into the most exclusive events in disguise.
A reason why Jay craves so much stimulation is because he suffers from depression, surprisingly and ironically. He refuses to take his medicine (that he robs from hospitals anyways) on most days, but when he does, he's able to calm down more. However, the gaps in which he takes his medicine and his sudden intake causes unnatural and unhealthy spikes in his mood and behaviour.
Playlist;
Circles - Break of Reality
The Accidental Death of Effie - Break of Reality
Black Noise - Break of Reality
Enemy - Chris Cornell
Climbing Up The Walls - Chris Cornell
Poison Eye - Chris Cornell
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You could apply as much pressure as you could, it was impossible to break Jay. His motives weren't always clear, you couldn't always tell what he would do next, kill someone, rob something, or totally revamp a building. You'd never be able to tell, and that pissed the cops off a lot. The worst criminal was an unpredictable one, the criminal that you couldn't track, that you honestly could not predict, unless you were ready to be utterly disappointed. But he was completely predictable in personality, almost. If you knew what you were getting, if you knew what mood he was in, he was as easy to read as a book. Calm, collected, cool. He was always like that, he never caved in under pressure. Which was why it was useless to try, it would just be a waste of physical and mental energy. Of course, if you had a personality, you became typical, didn't you? Once someone knew you long enough, there were no secrets about you. You're not a fog anymore, you're just a cloud passing by, you're no mystery anymore. You're just a redundancy, nothing special at all.
He had no friends, he just had his gang, and Jay wasn't a traitor, not in the least. He was cruel and demanding, perhaps sometimes he acted out of line, sometimes he acted the role of the leader, even though he was just a member. He was widely known, no, everyone knew him, but that didn't mean he was any higher in rank in his gang. He didn't mind, though, he didn't care about rank, didn't care about status. The runt of the pack could easily become the alpha, but his ambitions weren't so power-hungry. He was Blackbird, not a blackguard. Prince trusted him, his fellow gang members trusted him; he wouldn't throw that away, he was an asshole to them sometimes, but he was loyal and honest all the time. Maybe he was sentimental sometimes, but the trust was the only moral thing he had, if a trust between criminals could be moral in the least bit. Sometimes, and he'd never admit it, he felt the weight of the many people he killed, could feel the blood splashed onto his face, the way it always did when he cut into them. Normally? It didn't bother him. He loved what he did. But when he felt like he was slipping, when he felt like he wasn't himself, Jay reminded himself that he was in a gang with other people. That kept his sanity tethered.
"Whether the police enjoy it or not isn't a major concern of mine," he cooed rather wickedly. "As long as I have my bit of fun, I don't care much for them. They do make great chew-toys, though." The distant rumble of thunder made Jay's eyes slide to view the gathering storm outside, but his head did nothing. The slickest of movements, maybe he wasn't so tired after all. "Oh, but Prince, you're so interesting yourself! I'd be surprised if your own misdeeds weren't as interesting," he said, the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice. It wasn't meant as a jeer or insult though. He never gave flattery out to anyone, he hated how dogs would suck up to the alpha just to get by. He wasn't like that. He kept a distinct respect for the leader though, if anything, it was akin to that feeling you'd have for a successful elder brother [ although he shared no similar feeling for his own ], or for a best friend you'd trust with your life. And secrets. He gave a small sigh, one of either exhaustion . . . or just a force of habit. They say sighing gave you bad luck, but Jay wasn't the superstitious type. "Same old, same old. Getting older everyday, as well," he finished with a tight, quiet laugh. What the hell did he mean by that.
He himself didn't take the Shuttle line too often. He rode the train, he did, some places were too far to walk to, and if he attempted to, he'd waste a few good hours. Not that he minded, he could easily blend in with the crowd, no one would even know that the man they just brushed past was the notorious Blackbird. But sometimes you wanted to get something done quick, and when Jay planned something that required minimal time distraction, it was better to waste no time at all. The Shuttle made him feel tangible, whereas other methods of travel usually obscured him and hid him from everyone. He'd swoop in from above and take everyone by surprise! Charisma! Energy! You had none of that if you simply decided to walk all the way to the super bank and walk in. No, you had to hide your route! You had to take secret shortcuts! And besides, it was more fun being stealthy. But the Shuttle was perfect for the casual, lazy trip to anywhere. People were rarely on during certain hours, and the train could take you anywhere, everywhere. It didn't matter, you just had to stick around for the ride. But extremely late-night rides like these were some of Jay's personal favourites. The peace and calm was the polar opposite to the chaos he'd create soon enough.
Jay grinned, the sly grin he wore all the time on newspaper fronts, the grin that everyone became accustomed to seeing. It meant that Blackbird was ready to play. And he was planning something great for all to witness. "It's an invitation, an offer, whatever you'd take it as, Prince." He bubbled with excitement, what could the two most terrible people do together? He could imagine the catastrophe of a hurricane, of a single flood, but what if two neighbouring volcanoes erupted at the same time? It was a miniature apocalypse, and no one would be able to escape it. He stood up as well, not as jumpy as the other perhaps, but just as enthusiastic. "Ha ha, sound the gongs, Duplicity, you've got a frontal assault!" And thunder cracked overhead, and Jay was quite sure the heavens were eager to see who they'd be inviting into their domain soon. "The city center? The perfect stop," he replied, returning his fedora to his head and pulling the brim down.
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The name's Blackbird, love ... and don't you forget it.