| James "Jimmy" Michael Fitch; BLU Scout | |
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| Nami | Mar 22 2011, 12:27 AM Post #1 |
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needs da healz
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Builders League United On behalf of TF Industries Please answer all questions truthfully and in clear, concise answers. You do not want to lie to a mega-corporation that owns half the world’s governments, now do you? ► Full Name: James "Jimmy" Michael Fitch ► Sex: Male ► Age: 19 ► Sexuality: Gay, closeted ► Nationality: American ► Mugshots: 5'9" and wiry, Jimmy has a pretty typical scout's build, profiting from well-muscled legs and a good pair of shoulders and upper arms, though he's a touch on the skinny side aside from that. A typical white boy complexion is paired with a more or less permanent light tan and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks, nose and shoulders. His youth has granted him a more roundish face, which, of course, he dislikes, because he does not want to come off as 'cute'. His hair is cropped short to his head, just barely long enough to comfortably pinch between his fingers, and is a sandy blondish light brown in colour, bleached a little by extended exposure to the sun. His eyes are a nondescript shade of greyish teal, coupled with relatively dark eyebrows that tend to overemphasize his facial expressions. [pictures forthcoming.] ► Background Check: Born in Boston some-odd 19 years ago, Jimmy was the second oldest son of five boys in a small, cramped household at the edge of the slums. His mother was only 19 herself when he was born, his father a bit older than that. His parents really didn't have much idea on how to actually raise kids, so largely Jimmy and his brothers raised themselves in the streets. A blatant disrespect for authority became apparent from a young age, almost as soon as Jimmy started school, not to mention the disrespect for his father's authority, which was never taken well. As a young teenager, Jimmy's mother enrolled him in a junior baseball league in an effort to channel his energy somewhere, and he took to it fairly well, despite his tendency to swing the bat around like he wanted to break things with it. Of course, the league wasn't enough to keep him distracted, despite his fanboying over the Red Sox. Jimmy's clash with authority escalated past teachers to the law, when his interest in visual art—the only subject he was ever any good at (sort of, he just liked to throw paint at things and people) besides gym—pushed him toward spray cans, and he began racking up an impressive vandalism record with everything ranging from tags to extensive wall pieces. It was between this habit and the baseball that he learned to run, because he was either going to make it safe to the next base or he was going to lose those sirens in the alleys alongside his older brother, who was involved in gang activity before he was. Naturally, he got his dumb ass dragged into that sticky mess as well, joining the gang his brother was already part of when he was about 16. The two oldest boys were hardly ever home, mostly because neither of them wanted to contend with their father's yelling and throwing and physically abusive tendencies to smack the two boys around for being disobedient delinquents. Jimmy never liked to talk about the black eyes and bruises at school, and halfway through the year, he dropped out. From here his life slipped downward into a mess between trips to juvie, paint and vandalism, assault charges, quick corner store robberies with an aluminum bat and his older brother beside him. Consideration of the future was never on the forefront of Jimmy's mind. Jimmy never showed any interest in girls, however, which led to a lot of fag jokes from his brothers and others in the gang. Jimmy learned to associate the gay with shame and negativity, and never spoke to anyone about what he actually wanted. In fact, he always denied it even to himself, internalizing it so deeply that he almost stopped thinking about it. Almost. He felt like a kid, though, while everyone around him was getting involved with girls and he just stood aside, trying to brush it off as a waste of time. He didn't have any money to spend on girls and all the fancy shit they wanted, anyway. When Jimmy was 17, he and his brother were cornered by a rival gang. The two boys tried to fight their way out, but were both mercilessly beaten into submission. Jimmy's brother, lying on the ground, pulled a pistol out of his jacket and fired at one of the gang members when they were leaving—there were several other gunshots and a struggle and screaming, but when it was over, the gun had been turned on them and Jimmy's brother was dead. They let Jimmy live, mercifully, but it was at this point after losing his closest family that Jimmy decided to quit. He managed to worm his way into some mercenary thug work, and with a few connections he heard that BLU was looking for people. Eager to escape the mess he left back in Boston, he signed on. ► Psych Evaluation: Jimmy actually really hates talking about himself. Introversion is one of his greatest failings—he actually knows himself far less than the people around him, and having to actually think about self-reflection gives him a headache. As such, he is often not very conscious of his choices, whether they're bad or good, usually doesn't know what he wants, and has more of a tendency to just roll with the punches instead of going out of his way to make personal decisions. He is much more interested in the people around him, what they're doing, where they're going, and is as such surprisingly observant for an apparently oblivious scout. As his observations tend to make him a bit nosy, Jimmy tends to come off as annoying and pest-like. This only adds to his impression of immaturity, which, while helped along by his babyface and slim build, largely supports itself alone in his actions. He complains often, rarely has anything of value to contribute to the conversation, and gets wildly impatient very quickly. Despite this, he is a surprisingly friendly and occasionally helpful person, and does make an effort to actually be useful to his team when he can. As running is his strongest suit, he tends to focus on intel and point capture while on the field, paying less attention to any violence. Although, violence. Jimmy is far from unhostile and often loves nothing more than breaking heads with his bat or filling bodies with buckshot. It delights him that death is so impermanent here. He can be very aggressive, especially when cornered, and will often retaliate to his problems physically rather than verbally if at all possible. Conflicts are best solved with fistfights instead of words, and even if he walks away with a bloody lip, at least he'll feel better. He severely dislikes being confronted about personal issues and often reacts with panic, because augh, emotions are stupid. This especially extends to provocations regarding his orientation, which results in flushing and yelling and things being thrown at peoples' heads, including derogatory hypocritical insults. When not on the field, Jimmy can actually be quite approachable, and when in a good mood he tends to be actually a little quiet and pleasant. He indulges often in his graffitti hobby, leaving tags and small pieces on the walls of the RED and BLU buildings wherever he sees fit (his bag is often full of spray cans), and he actually has a slight fondness for "creepy" or "gross" animals such as frogs and insects. Not at all unusual to find him catching frogs with his bare hands and bringing them back to his room. In a lot of ways, Jimmy is still largely young-minded, even if it's behind a fucked up violent delinquent exterior. Oh, and don't call him James. ► Medical Issues: N/A ▷ Class Try-out: Scout ▷ Preferred Primary: Force-A-Nature ▷ Preferred Secondary: Bonk! Atomic Punch ▷ Preferred Melee: Bat ▷ Complimentary Hats: Troublemaker's Tossle Cap (not always worn) Courtesy of Mann Co. ▷ Uniform Change Request: nope.avi ▷ Contract Details: Money—also, freedom from his shitty life in Boston, and perfect opportunity to exercise violent tendencies without legal repercussions. Thank you for taking the time to sell your soul to BLU! We will get back to you as quickly as possible with an approval form, or a rejection form with details. Sincerely, TF Industries |
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| Batman | Mar 22 2011, 10:30 AM Post #2 |
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The Boss
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Application accepted. Welcome to the BLU team.
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