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Name/Handle: Xep
Age: 19
Pronouns: his/he/him
Contact: e-mail - xep_lag@zoho.com, ask for skype. Although the best way to contact me is probably PMing this account.
Experience: I’ve been active on Dreamwidth for around 7 years, dabble in Tumblr RP and Skype but prefer the structure of DW games, and I’ve been working on writing a novel? Although that’s a lot harder than RPing, hahaha.
Current Characters: n/a
The Character
Name: Jamison Brett Kingsley; goes by Jamie Dodger or just Dodger.
Age/Birthdate: 23; Jan 16, 1935.
Species: Human (splicer)
Gender: Male
Sexual/romantic orientation: Pan/bisexual, leans toward men.
Canon: Bioshock OC
Canon point: N/A, since he’s an OC?
Played By: Rafael Lazzini (may be replaced later by mun’s art)
Icon: http://v.dreamwidth.org/8819654/2375905
Abilities:
Before splicing: He’s rather strong for his build; he can lift 150lbs with little effort, and can pick up a person and slam them into a wall, for example. His best quality is his mind. He compartmentalizes information easily, and has a better memory than most. He’s rather manipulative when he’s focused, and added to quick fingers and a light step he makes a pretty good thief.
After splicing: He’s spliced up with Peeping Tom, Incinerate and Teleport/Houdini. Along with Armored Shell, Back Stabber, and Safecracker. Possibly Sports Jockey if that’s okay? Basically, he’s built for stealth kills, spywork and theft. He’s also strong enough after splicing to pick up things twice his size and throw them without breaking a sweat, but he generally doesn’t put that to work.
Appearance: He has a bit of an awkward build; while he has musculature, it’s not immediately obvious and he has oddly broad shoulders for his thin waist and hips. He stands at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighs about 150lbs. He has dark brown hair in a shaggy cut, thick eyebrows, and green eyes with dark rings under them. His skin is rather pale and sickly-looking, more-so once he starts splicing, and he has a bit of scruffy stubble that he trims rather than shaving. More noticeably, he has three ragged scars across the left side of his face; one over his eyebrow and nose, one across his cheek and lips, and one across his jaw. These are from being glassed with a broken bottle when he was a teenager.
He generally wears cheap clothing in earth tones, brown waistcoats and single-tone shoes are generally part of his fashion. His forearms have various scars along them, concentrating near his knuckles. He’s a chain smoker, and has a nervous tic of flicking a lighter until it’s replaced by his incinerate plasmid. His speech is generally short, snarky comments, with an ambiguous accent reminiscent of New York or Boston. He grumbles more than he talks.
He generally carries a revolver on him, until he starts using plasmids and no longer sees the need for a gun.
Personality:
There are plenty of objectivists in Rapture. It’s the land of the man who wants merit for his own work and nothing else. But if anyone is an example of objectivism gone wrong, it’s Dodger.
Dodger was raised under the golden rule, but a bit twisted on its side. If someone hurts you, hurt them back. And if you hurt others, expect them to hurt you. This has translated to a general logic that as long as he can handle the consequences, he can treat everyone exactly the way he wants. This and a general disinterest in laws and other people’s moral codes makes him a dangerous person to cross, and a hard person to trust. But, in his mind, it makes it that much more meaningful when he cares about someone enough to never double-cross them.
The other thing to keep in mind is that Dodger considers himself a pure opportunist. Between two options he will almost always choose the best one for himself. This is why he considers it a sign of affection to do something even vaguely selfless; sharing food or refraining from killing someone, those are simple signs of caring as far as he’s concerned. The downfall of this is that he takes offense when people don’t pick up on these little hints… the other downfall is that his best scenario choice doesn’t always make any sense at all, because he rarely explains what he’s up to. He’s been known to rip out someone’s eye to save their life without even once asking their opinion.
Even with people he likes, Dodger tends to use more snark and slang than anything else. It takes extenuating circumstances to gain his respect, and he generally only considers one person at a time to be truly worth his loyalty. As long as he’s unhurt, he’ll be cracking jokes that offend everyone around him whether he’s reporting back to his boss or fighting off splicers.
But when he feels serious, he is serious with a vengeance. Dodger has gone through a lot of pain throughout his life, and there is a lot of hate in his heart. If he’s feeling moody he will actively attack others for joking around or even smiling, and it makes him anxious just to be near others when he’s feeling uncomfortable or sad. Because Dodger is in fact a very anxious person, and having no way to communicate this or anything past skin-deep to people has left him constantly lonely and afraid to let anyone close. He has a bit of an anxiety disorder, and a capricious attitude, so this can make talking to him seriously a social minefield. The mines range from racist/classist comments to actual physical violence.
It is possible, though, to make Dodger happy. It's generally a hit-or-miss, not an exact science, but there are some guidelines. Because of his unhealthy, shallow attitude, he generally only gets close to one person at a time. And, oddly enough, he usually transitions from one person to the next when the last person dies. Sometimes he kills them, sometimes it's bad luck. If they don't die, he generally becomes unable to come into the same room as them without suffering a panic attack. If he doesn't get to that point with his current attachment, he almost never seeks new people out.
So, what actually makes Dodger happy? Control. Not his own control; he respects those who will force him down. When he has control over another person, he becomes naturally abusive and micro-managing. But when someone else controls him, he depends entirely on them for moral guidance and a routine. Even if they beat him or treat him like garbage, he will defend them. With his life, if necessary.
As another fun aside, a mix of an interest in reading as a child and his brief foray into Saturnine religion has made Dodger into a bit of a tragic poet at heart. He’s usually pretty gruff in his speech, but if he’s feeling particularly somber he may randomly blurt out some interesting quote or poetic observation. He doesn’t appreciate others calling attention to it.
History:
Jamie was the result of an elope gone badly; his mother was the daughter of a rich British businessman who fled the country with his American father at the age of 16. One they got to Boston his father noticed the baby bump, and left without a word. Unable to find a place to stay or a job, Jamie’s mother ended up raising him as best she could while neglecting her own health. Around the age of seven he started helping by conning adults out of meals, and accepting treats from a local gang.
When he was eight, his mother died from a mix of pneumonia and prolonged starvation. The gang that had been helping her raise him took him in, and he was unofficially adopted by a man named Benny McQueen. Although Benny had a younger son already, he ignored him in favor of “pampering” Jamie… training him to be the sort of man he respected. Cold-hearted and ruthless. Jamie took to it well, and while his new little brother Anthony tried his best to gain his attention, he had little time for him. And still doesn’t, really.
“Dodger” was a nickname given to him by Benny; to disguise a laughable birthname like Jamison Brett Kingsley, Benny started calling him just Dodger and training him for stealth jobs. He showed a gift for getting himself in and out of trouble with minimal damage, so the nickname stuck. It wasn’t until he was old enough for it to seem childish, that he started claiming it as his last name and went by Jamie Dodger.
(As a fun fact, there is a british cookie called a jammy dodger that the mun did not know about before creating him.)
Around the age of 15, he met his first girlfriend. Her name was Janet Smith; she helped her mother in a flower shop, and he was coerced by a gangmate into speaking to her after he was caught staring. She was three years older than him, so he lied about his age. And he lied about his affiliation, his job, his life. Whatever he needed so he’d seem like a normal, trustworthy guy.
A year passed. And Benny got sick of Dodger running off to flirt with Janet instead of taking his gang activity seriously. After an argument got out of hand, he told Dodger to either kill Janet or be killed himself. Long story short, Dodger beat Benny to death and ran away with Janet, but gained his signature scars across his face in the process. He never gave a proper explanation of what happened to his face, and.. he still never does, really.
He took Janet from Boston to New York, and hid out there from the gang that was taken over by Anthony “Duke” McQueen. There he moved from one legitimate job to another, never satisfied with any of them and always caught stealing or drinking on the job. He missed the official closing of Rapture, but he kept his rent by trading information on the black market and eventually heard about the underwater city from that. In exchange for a few years of labor, he managed to have Fontaine smuggle him and Janet down into Rapture along with the latest shipment of bibles and beef.
Saying Dodger and Fontaine got along would be an exaggeration, but he did what he had to for his day’s pay. Janet started a flower shop of her own in Arcadia, and helped with tending to the gardens there. Stress had made Dodger snappish and moody, and their relationship strained until he finally tried to attack her in a fit of rage. Janet knocked him unconscious, and left her shop for a job in Hephaestus, far away from Dodger’s usual territory. (To this day Dodger is unable to enter Hephaestus, for fear of running into Janet. He refuses to admit this.)
Dodger fled their apartment, and hid from Fontaine’s thugs in Arcadia. There he ran across the Saturnine, and joined their ranks for a while. It was a short encounter, but it introduced him to plasmids and the sweet nectar of ADAM. Several months after he joined, he snapped suddenly and started attacking Saturnine members on sight, even taking money from local scientists for the pleasure. He wasn’t even sure himself what caused it, he just knew he needed to get out.
Currently he has a hideout of sorts in the tunnels of Arcadia, and spends most of his time stealing or killing for the ADAM to support his plasmids. He can most commonly be found either there or in Pauper’s Drop, drowning his stress in cheap booze. In general, he’s currently a huge mess waiting for Atlas to dust him off and use him.
As a small aside, Dodger was made as a glue character to fill a plot hole; the one that Atlas sometimes comments on things he has no way of knowing. The idea is that Dodger spied on Jack while he was moving around Rapture, and reported everything back to Atlas in real-time. He finally died in Arcadia, after trying to help Jack out and being drilled through the stomach by a big daddy in the process. Thus, the plan with him is to basically make him Atlas’s top dog, keeping his gang in line and handling all the big dangerous jobs. And snitching to Atlas if anyone disobeys him. This will require a lot of interaction with the Atlas NPC but hopefully it won’t drag away from Dodger’s interaction with player characters.
Writing Sample:
“If you ask me…” Dodger grumbles into his Accu-Vox, tipping his chair back until it hits the wall behind him, “...Recording these reports is just asking for trouble. If they get in the wrong hands half the operation blows up in smoke, and who’s to blame? Me. ‘Cause I didn’t keep this info safe that’s fine where it is, in my head.”
He groans. There’s no point complaining about it. Atlas is a determined man and, like all determined men, arguing never gets anyone anywhere.
“Alright, fine. We brought down another tin daddy today - damn stupid nickname if you ask me but ‘protector’ makes them sound like they’ve got a purpose. We lost… Marotta, Graham, O’Hare, and Finley. Prince made it out alright- no, he made it out alive. But he won’t quit his damn muttering. He got a few good blows to his head, all he does is stare forward and mutter. Gotta ask Atlas for the okay to give him the mercy of a bullet in his brain, assuming it doesn’t clear up in the next day or so. And me…”
He’d stayed far away from the action. Teleported in, grabbed the girl, held her captive further away. It took most of the party to keep the distance between him and the daddy long enough for him to teleport around again. He’d been knocked into a wall once or twice before Prince killed the freak of nature. At least he’d been able to sample the ADAM before they stored it up for Atlas’s safe. But he would have prefered to come out of it not bleeding from his forehead.
“...I’m fine.”
He coughs awkwardly and keeps going.
“We got 100 ADAM, 60 dollars, and a box of rivets. Bullshit if you ask me, but it’s not like we’ve got much use for the rest of it… as much as the meat could save lives I doubt anyone wants to try eating tin daddy blubber. And it’d be hard to convince them it’s anything but, by the smell of it.”
He decides it’s best not to mention the girl as food.
The Game
How did you find out about the game?
Saw it on ATP, and well… I’ve been waiting for ages for a Bioshock game to appear. uvu
What interests you about the game and your character's involvement with it?
Well, the main thing is the opportunity to play Dodger in his home setting. Especially building CR from the ground up between Atlas and Dodger. Honestly, the premise of the game just suits what I’ve been wanting to do with him perfectly. But I also just love tossing Dodger into things; I’ve been building him for around 2 years now so it’s fun to see what he does with new people.
As far as plans for him, I’m hoping he can sort of emulate his “canon” part to some extent, helping with the revolution, keeping Atlas’s gang in line and all that. I’d also like him to come back to his hobby as an information broker, to give him an excuse to meet some new people. He likes an active role in the action, and amassing information about everyone he meets, so hopefully that helps me build CR quickly. Most of it negative, probably. Ffft.
Anything else?
claps hands i’m a little rusty with dreamwidth roleplay just bare with me.
Name/Handle: Xep
Age: 19
Pronouns: his/he/him
Contact: e-mail - xep_lag@zoho.com, ask for skype. Although the best way to contact me is probably PMing this account.
Experience: I’ve been active on Dreamwidth for around 7 years, dabble in Tumblr RP and Skype but prefer the structure of DW games, and I’ve been working on writing a novel? Although that’s a lot harder than RPing, hahaha.
Current Characters: n/a
The Character
Name: Jamison Brett Kingsley; goes by Jamie Dodger or just Dodger.
Age/Birthdate: 23; Jan 16, 1935.
Species: Human (splicer)
Gender: Male
Sexual/romantic orientation: Pan/bisexual, leans toward men.
Canon: Bioshock OC
Canon point: N/A, since he’s an OC?
Played By: Rafael Lazzini (may be replaced later by mun’s art)
Icon: http://v.dreamwidth.org/8819654/2375905
Abilities:
Before splicing: He’s rather strong for his build; he can lift 150lbs with little effort, and can pick up a person and slam them into a wall, for example. His best quality is his mind. He compartmentalizes information easily, and has a better memory than most. He’s rather manipulative when he’s focused, and added to quick fingers and a light step he makes a pretty good thief.
After splicing: He’s spliced up with Peeping Tom, Incinerate and Teleport/Houdini. Along with Armored Shell, Back Stabber, and Safecracker. Possibly Sports Jockey if that’s okay? Basically, he’s built for stealth kills, spywork and theft. He’s also strong enough after splicing to pick up things twice his size and throw them without breaking a sweat, but he generally doesn’t put that to work.
Appearance: He has a bit of an awkward build; while he has musculature, it’s not immediately obvious and he has oddly broad shoulders for his thin waist and hips. He stands at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighs about 150lbs. He has dark brown hair in a shaggy cut, thick eyebrows, and green eyes with dark rings under them. His skin is rather pale and sickly-looking, more-so once he starts splicing, and he has a bit of scruffy stubble that he trims rather than shaving. More noticeably, he has three ragged scars across the left side of his face; one over his eyebrow and nose, one across his cheek and lips, and one across his jaw. These are from being glassed with a broken bottle when he was a teenager.
He generally wears cheap clothing in earth tones, brown waistcoats and single-tone shoes are generally part of his fashion. His forearms have various scars along them, concentrating near his knuckles. He’s a chain smoker, and has a nervous tic of flicking a lighter until it’s replaced by his incinerate plasmid. His speech is generally short, snarky comments, with an ambiguous accent reminiscent of New York or Boston. He grumbles more than he talks.
He generally carries a revolver on him, until he starts using plasmids and no longer sees the need for a gun.
Personality:
There are plenty of objectivists in Rapture. It’s the land of the man who wants merit for his own work and nothing else. But if anyone is an example of objectivism gone wrong, it’s Dodger.
Dodger was raised under the golden rule, but a bit twisted on its side. If someone hurts you, hurt them back. And if you hurt others, expect them to hurt you. This has translated to a general logic that as long as he can handle the consequences, he can treat everyone exactly the way he wants. This and a general disinterest in laws and other people’s moral codes makes him a dangerous person to cross, and a hard person to trust. But, in his mind, it makes it that much more meaningful when he cares about someone enough to never double-cross them.
The other thing to keep in mind is that Dodger considers himself a pure opportunist. Between two options he will almost always choose the best one for himself. This is why he considers it a sign of affection to do something even vaguely selfless; sharing food or refraining from killing someone, those are simple signs of caring as far as he’s concerned. The downfall of this is that he takes offense when people don’t pick up on these little hints… the other downfall is that his best scenario choice doesn’t always make any sense at all, because he rarely explains what he’s up to. He’s been known to rip out someone’s eye to save their life without even once asking their opinion.
Even with people he likes, Dodger tends to use more snark and slang than anything else. It takes extenuating circumstances to gain his respect, and he generally only considers one person at a time to be truly worth his loyalty. As long as he’s unhurt, he’ll be cracking jokes that offend everyone around him whether he’s reporting back to his boss or fighting off splicers.
But when he feels serious, he is serious with a vengeance. Dodger has gone through a lot of pain throughout his life, and there is a lot of hate in his heart. If he’s feeling moody he will actively attack others for joking around or even smiling, and it makes him anxious just to be near others when he’s feeling uncomfortable or sad. Because Dodger is in fact a very anxious person, and having no way to communicate this or anything past skin-deep to people has left him constantly lonely and afraid to let anyone close. He has a bit of an anxiety disorder, and a capricious attitude, so this can make talking to him seriously a social minefield. The mines range from racist/classist comments to actual physical violence.
It is possible, though, to make Dodger happy. It's generally a hit-or-miss, not an exact science, but there are some guidelines. Because of his unhealthy, shallow attitude, he generally only gets close to one person at a time. And, oddly enough, he usually transitions from one person to the next when the last person dies. Sometimes he kills them, sometimes it's bad luck. If they don't die, he generally becomes unable to come into the same room as them without suffering a panic attack. If he doesn't get to that point with his current attachment, he almost never seeks new people out.
So, what actually makes Dodger happy? Control. Not his own control; he respects those who will force him down. When he has control over another person, he becomes naturally abusive and micro-managing. But when someone else controls him, he depends entirely on them for moral guidance and a routine. Even if they beat him or treat him like garbage, he will defend them. With his life, if necessary.
As another fun aside, a mix of an interest in reading as a child and his brief foray into Saturnine religion has made Dodger into a bit of a tragic poet at heart. He’s usually pretty gruff in his speech, but if he’s feeling particularly somber he may randomly blurt out some interesting quote or poetic observation. He doesn’t appreciate others calling attention to it.
History:
Jamie was the result of an elope gone badly; his mother was the daughter of a rich British businessman who fled the country with his American father at the age of 16. One they got to Boston his father noticed the baby bump, and left without a word. Unable to find a place to stay or a job, Jamie’s mother ended up raising him as best she could while neglecting her own health. Around the age of seven he started helping by conning adults out of meals, and accepting treats from a local gang.
When he was eight, his mother died from a mix of pneumonia and prolonged starvation. The gang that had been helping her raise him took him in, and he was unofficially adopted by a man named Benny McQueen. Although Benny had a younger son already, he ignored him in favor of “pampering” Jamie… training him to be the sort of man he respected. Cold-hearted and ruthless. Jamie took to it well, and while his new little brother Anthony tried his best to gain his attention, he had little time for him. And still doesn’t, really.
“Dodger” was a nickname given to him by Benny; to disguise a laughable birthname like Jamison Brett Kingsley, Benny started calling him just Dodger and training him for stealth jobs. He showed a gift for getting himself in and out of trouble with minimal damage, so the nickname stuck. It wasn’t until he was old enough for it to seem childish, that he started claiming it as his last name and went by Jamie Dodger.
(As a fun fact, there is a british cookie called a jammy dodger that the mun did not know about before creating him.)
Around the age of 15, he met his first girlfriend. Her name was Janet Smith; she helped her mother in a flower shop, and he was coerced by a gangmate into speaking to her after he was caught staring. She was three years older than him, so he lied about his age. And he lied about his affiliation, his job, his life. Whatever he needed so he’d seem like a normal, trustworthy guy.
A year passed. And Benny got sick of Dodger running off to flirt with Janet instead of taking his gang activity seriously. After an argument got out of hand, he told Dodger to either kill Janet or be killed himself. Long story short, Dodger beat Benny to death and ran away with Janet, but gained his signature scars across his face in the process. He never gave a proper explanation of what happened to his face, and.. he still never does, really.
He took Janet from Boston to New York, and hid out there from the gang that was taken over by Anthony “Duke” McQueen. There he moved from one legitimate job to another, never satisfied with any of them and always caught stealing or drinking on the job. He missed the official closing of Rapture, but he kept his rent by trading information on the black market and eventually heard about the underwater city from that. In exchange for a few years of labor, he managed to have Fontaine smuggle him and Janet down into Rapture along with the latest shipment of bibles and beef.
Saying Dodger and Fontaine got along would be an exaggeration, but he did what he had to for his day’s pay. Janet started a flower shop of her own in Arcadia, and helped with tending to the gardens there. Stress had made Dodger snappish and moody, and their relationship strained until he finally tried to attack her in a fit of rage. Janet knocked him unconscious, and left her shop for a job in Hephaestus, far away from Dodger’s usual territory. (To this day Dodger is unable to enter Hephaestus, for fear of running into Janet. He refuses to admit this.)
Dodger fled their apartment, and hid from Fontaine’s thugs in Arcadia. There he ran across the Saturnine, and joined their ranks for a while. It was a short encounter, but it introduced him to plasmids and the sweet nectar of ADAM. Several months after he joined, he snapped suddenly and started attacking Saturnine members on sight, even taking money from local scientists for the pleasure. He wasn’t even sure himself what caused it, he just knew he needed to get out.
Currently he has a hideout of sorts in the tunnels of Arcadia, and spends most of his time stealing or killing for the ADAM to support his plasmids. He can most commonly be found either there or in Pauper’s Drop, drowning his stress in cheap booze. In general, he’s currently a huge mess waiting for Atlas to dust him off and use him.
As a small aside, Dodger was made as a glue character to fill a plot hole; the one that Atlas sometimes comments on things he has no way of knowing. The idea is that Dodger spied on Jack while he was moving around Rapture, and reported everything back to Atlas in real-time. He finally died in Arcadia, after trying to help Jack out and being drilled through the stomach by a big daddy in the process. Thus, the plan with him is to basically make him Atlas’s top dog, keeping his gang in line and handling all the big dangerous jobs. And snitching to Atlas if anyone disobeys him. This will require a lot of interaction with the Atlas NPC but hopefully it won’t drag away from Dodger’s interaction with player characters.
Writing Sample:
“If you ask me…” Dodger grumbles into his Accu-Vox, tipping his chair back until it hits the wall behind him, “...Recording these reports is just asking for trouble. If they get in the wrong hands half the operation blows up in smoke, and who’s to blame? Me. ‘Cause I didn’t keep this info safe that’s fine where it is, in my head.”
He groans. There’s no point complaining about it. Atlas is a determined man and, like all determined men, arguing never gets anyone anywhere.
“Alright, fine. We brought down another tin daddy today - damn stupid nickname if you ask me but ‘protector’ makes them sound like they’ve got a purpose. We lost… Marotta, Graham, O’Hare, and Finley. Prince made it out alright- no, he made it out alive. But he won’t quit his damn muttering. He got a few good blows to his head, all he does is stare forward and mutter. Gotta ask Atlas for the okay to give him the mercy of a bullet in his brain, assuming it doesn’t clear up in the next day or so. And me…”
He’d stayed far away from the action. Teleported in, grabbed the girl, held her captive further away. It took most of the party to keep the distance between him and the daddy long enough for him to teleport around again. He’d been knocked into a wall once or twice before Prince killed the freak of nature. At least he’d been able to sample the ADAM before they stored it up for Atlas’s safe. But he would have prefered to come out of it not bleeding from his forehead.
“...I’m fine.”
He coughs awkwardly and keeps going.
“We got 100 ADAM, 60 dollars, and a box of rivets. Bullshit if you ask me, but it’s not like we’ve got much use for the rest of it… as much as the meat could save lives I doubt anyone wants to try eating tin daddy blubber. And it’d be hard to convince them it’s anything but, by the smell of it.”
He decides it’s best not to mention the girl as food.
The Game
How did you find out about the game?
Saw it on ATP, and well… I’ve been waiting for ages for a Bioshock game to appear. uvu
What interests you about the game and your character's involvement with it?
Well, the main thing is the opportunity to play Dodger in his home setting. Especially building CR from the ground up between Atlas and Dodger. Honestly, the premise of the game just suits what I’ve been wanting to do with him perfectly. But I also just love tossing Dodger into things; I’ve been building him for around 2 years now so it’s fun to see what he does with new people.
As far as plans for him, I’m hoping he can sort of emulate his “canon” part to some extent, helping with the revolution, keeping Atlas’s gang in line and all that. I’d also like him to come back to his hobby as an information broker, to give him an excuse to meet some new people. He likes an active role in the action, and amassing information about everyone he meets, so hopefully that helps me build CR quickly. Most of it negative, probably. Ffft.
Anything else?
claps hands i’m a little rusty with dreamwidth roleplay just bare with me.
