Post by JACK WINDSOR on May 12, 2012 17:25:33 GMT -6
shit happens; we deal with it because we have to.
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style] JACK TWENTY-NINE DETECTIVE, MISSING PERSONS BISEXUAL alias/name: romeo age: 20 country: US face claim: jensen ackles how you found us: i was already here... | [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]back to basics -- ♠[/style] NAME: Jonathan "Jack" Windsor [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]personality -- ♠[/style]NICKNAMES: Jack, Detective BIRTHDAY AND AGE: 21 June, 29 GENDER: male SEXUALITY: totally closeted! MEMBERGROUP: civilians for ever PERSONALITY SUMMARY: Jack is a gentleman, though it would pain him to hear that, because he thinks it's an overly antiquated mode of address; he prefers to think of himself as polite. Raised to put others before himself, he can be counted on to give up things that mean much to him in the service of people he cares for. He is intelligent and chivalrous, though his chivalry does not ends at the gender line; he will open doors for anyone, pull out chairs for anyone, and escort anyone home if needed. His intelligence is not the kind you get from books, but it couldn't really be called street smarts either. Jack is the kind of person who learns physically, from getting up and doing things, and not so much from reading endless pages in a textbook. Still, one shouldn't count him out in a game of wits; he's great at inter-personal relations, winning loyalty to himself through his loyalty to others. Once he has become good friends with a person, he can be counted on to help them out of tight spaces and hard places. And because he is brave, he will often move to help someone when no one else would consider it. This means he often does a lot of dumbass things, but he excels at However, Jack isn't all sugar; there's a lot of salt in him, too. He has been raised to think that A Man fixes all problems, takes all comers, and doesn't let someone else make rules for him. He thinks that he has to be the pillar for everyone, that he can never need to lean on someone himself, and that above all else he has to always be accepting, tolerant, and kind. Though Jack's father didn't mean kind and tolerant to everyone--the man finds homosexuality more than a little disgusting, for instance--Jack does. This drives him a little mad at times, because there are things that he regards as deviant and immoral, and he knows that he shouldn't. He is the textbook self-hating homophobe, though he tries not to be and doesn't spout any hateful rhetoric--it just makes him uncomfortable. He doesn't like it when girls do contact sports or get into fights. He doesn't like tattoos or piercings, he doesn't like people who don't take care of their things. Jack would prefer everyone fit neatly into the box that he wants to put them in when he meets them, but they keep changing and it finds him very frustrated. He even gets angry when people don't do exactly as he expects--and then he feels guilty for it, because he knows they can't help it. But he should be able to. HISTORY SUMMARY: The middle child of his family's brood, Jack is pretty good at fitting in. He was always his father's favorite, sandwiched between his brother Bowen--who spent a lot of time angry, and then a lot of time sleeping with women he wasn't dating--and his brother Matthew--a sensitive artist who had none of what Remington Windsor thought of as "manly" traits. When father/son events came around, Remington would go with Jack, and the number of trips they took together was probably triple of the time he'd spent with Bowen and Matthew put together. Still, Jack didn't turn out spoiled--his mother never would have stood for it, and anything his mother didn't want, his father didn't do. Regardless he did spend a large amount of time doing Manly Things--Little League, soccer, even tennis. When he got to high school he was already firmly in place as one of the Popular Kids, and as one of those guys who was in a sport every season (lacrosse in the fall, swimming in the winter, soccer in the spring). His parents emphasized to him repeatedly that he ought to use his social "power" to make things easier for his twin brother, and though he tried his success was limited. Mattie was just too isolated for the social tricks Jack taught him to work. It didn't surprise anyone when Mattie ran away the day before high school graduation. It surprised them when Jack went after him, and it surprised them more when Jack got him to come back. The pair of them attended the Seattle Pacific University together. Jack majored in general studies, pending later specification, while his brother settled into the English major. Then, on summer break during their sophomore year, Jack's twin vanished. No one could find hide nor hair of Mattie, and no one took it harder than Jack when, three weeks later, he was found dead in the bad part of their hometown. He let himself languish in self-hatred for months--he should have been able to save his brother--but when it came time, he transferred schools to John Jay College of Criminal Justice. To get away from the memories, he said, but in truth it was more: Portland and Seattle were no place for him to learn to protect and serve. He could do real good as a member of the NYPD. So he got his degree in Police Studies from John Jay, went through training and emerged as a minor traffic officer at 22. He worked hard, socialized as best he could with his peers without getting too uncomfortably close, and avoided a cross-department move to Internal Affairs. He had his first homosexual relationship with another officer, which fractured under the strain of Jack's unwillingness to admit he might like men and women; the aftermath left him with a series of one-night stands, trying vainly to reassert his "masculinity". When his promotion to Detective Third Class came, he was 27, and relocated to a specialized department. He's been working there for two years now, and has got a pretty good percentage of persons recovered; but with the recent influx of the lost, even calm, dedicated men like himself find themselves feeling swamped. |
