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| Jefferey Wellington | Apr 25 2007, 10:13 AM Post #1 |
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●»»[size=5] Out of Character [/size] Name/Alias: Lena Age: Seventeen Contact: xx13sinsxx Other Characters: Raven, Calixto ●»»[size=5] In Character [/size] .__[size=1]General Info[/size]__. Full Name: Jefferey Alexander Wellington III Nick name: Jeff, Alex, Jeffy Nick Name Explanation:
Gender: Male .__[size=1]Appearance[/size]__. Overall Appearance: Jefferey is a very good looking young man, and he knows it. Standing at 6'2", Jeff has a very lean and muscular build with a smooth and very light, soft tan complexion - unlike many in his family. For his height, he stands with a sort of hunch, making him appear shorter. If he were to stand rim-rod straight, it would give him a boost of about another inch or so. He, like his brothers and sisters, inherited the fine aristocratic features: strong jawline, prominent chin, rod-straight nose and the most penetrating green orbs. Jeff can never be seen without a smirk or sneer (mostly the former, the latter ever so often) plastered on his face. If there isn't a smirk or sneer gracing his perfect facial features, there's nothing. He isn't one to hold a smile for too long. Jeff's light mane is somewhat well-groomed, depending on his mood. If he feels like keeping his hair neat and tidy, then he'll work with it until it's "perfect", if he doesn't feel like it, he'll keep it how it is when he wakes up. His clothes, like any aristocrat, is of the top-of-the-line material, anything else he won't accept. Jefferey's wardrobe is mostly of cool colors, rarely will you find warm colors in his wardrobe. None of his clothes are "loose" or "tight." They fit his frame perfectly. However, that's just the exterior of what people see. Those who have gotten to know Jefferey on a more intimate level have seen the childhood scars that were caused by some accident or injuries acquired on the job. There's this particular scar/birthmark on his inner left thigh - how he got it is unknown to Jeff, but his mother has always told him that he was a very curious child always meddling in things he shouldn't have around in the barn; but Jeff was always skeptic about this, but went along with it, anyway. In plain sight, there's no interesting scars or markings to tell about; but if you're lucky enough to catch his left wrist uncovered you'll be able to see the tattoo of a certain 'P' making it's home there. Hopeful Celebrity: HEATH LEDGER [= Picture: ![]() Effects:
Personality: In Jeff's mind he is the epitome of perfection. No one can compare to him, he is the perfect man every boy wants to become. Of course, every being born into comfort and opulence thinks they are the most precious thing God placed on face of the planet. Like many in his family he is arrogant, cocky, narcissistic, ruthless, etc. He was taught not to care what other people think and not to take their opinion's to heart - and that's exactly how he lives his life, without a care in the world (unless you're someone of import). Egotistical and narcissistic, those two words barely sum Jefferey Wellington up. He will push his limits nearly to the point of death to prove to others that he is the best, that he is better than them, and that he is the supreme and perfect being put on this planet. Anything he says, he can usually back it up. Never challenge a Wellington, is his motto. To say that Jefferey has a rather sharp tongue is to say that the sea is a bit damp. Full of wit and charm. He can manage to snake his way out of any situation - good or bad. Not only is he good looking, he's intellectual. He thinks this is a good combination. Personally, Jeff thinks looks and smarts go hand-in-hand, no person can survive life well having one and not the other. After all, that's why God created aristocrats. Speaking of which, those of high status are the perfect people in his mind. He never associates himself with anything less . He doesn't have a high tolerance level. Once that level has been met, he'll take it out on the nearest thing there is - doesn't matter if it's a person or not. When it comes to relationships, he doesn't stay with one girl too long -give or take two weeks. He doesn't like the idea of being tied down to one person for too long - it gets boring after awhile. Deep down, however, he is hoping to find the one female that could keep him interested in more ways than one. On a personal level, Jefferey is a very loving and caring person. All the coldness and hard-cover he puts on for people is just so no one can get close because he's scared that if he gets too close to someone he'll end up hurt and alone, so he thinks it's better to do leaving and hurt the other person before they could hurt him. Likes:
Personal History: Growing up was enjoyable for Jefferey. He had anything and everything he wanted by the ringing of a bell, quite literally. If he didn't like something it was immediately discarded, if he did like something it was immediately in his hands. His parents spoiled their children from a very young age, planting in their minds that the world revolved around them, hence the reason Jefferey thinks so highly of himself. His siblings and he started their schooling at the age of five, his parents hiring private tutors to come to the manor five days a week for four hours. They were taught in many a subject, ranging from foreign languages to mathematics, from etiquettes to dance. Jeff's father, Jefferey Wellington II was a commander in the Royal Navy, always on some kind of travel. This intrigued Jeff greatly - when his mother explained to him why his father was always away so often and why they had rarely seen him during the holidays, deciding that once he was grown he too would become a naval officer. And so he did. When he was of age, and with his father's enthusiastic approval, Jeff was enrolled into a naval academy not too far from Port Royal. There Jeff spent most of his teenage years - meeting some of the important people like the Governor and his daughter (falling in love with her from the moment they met), returning to Port Royal the day of his eighteenth birthday. Now Jefferey is the new Commodore of the British Navy, residing in a well-sized manor with his younger brothers, cousin, and baby sister. With his parents long gone now, and his sisters now all married, he takes on the role of taking care of the others who still need a parental figure to look up to; something Jeff finds extremely hard to balance with, especially when it comes to bringing over lady-friends. Some wonder - mainly James - if the reason he moved so close to Port Royal and he chose to be posted there for the next 8 years, is the young offspring of Governor Swann. Family:
.__[size=1]Conclusion[/size]__. Any extra information we need to know about? Uh, I'll think about it and let you know later, mkay? =] RP example: Jefferey’s first meeting with William Turner was pleasant. William turned out to be not that bad. Something Jeff would have never expected, especially when it came to male species becoming intimate with someone as close to him like Elizabeth or Raven. Anyway, as Jeff was walking down to the carriage he remembered something. He doesn’t remember how, but of a sudden the map - the map he had acquired on one of his little “excursions” was tucked in the seat of the carriage. He quickly closed the few feet between him and his transportation and got it, locking the door and yelling to the driver to take him back home. Jeff dug his hand under the seats and found the folded up piece of tattered parchment. He rolled his eyes, thinking how typical of a pirate it was to draw a map on parchment. Carrying on, Wellington unfolded the paper map and studied it. The blond began to lightly chew his bottom lip like he always does when he’s deep in though, bringing the map inches away from his face to arm’s length. As soon as the carriage came to a stop in front of the white washed Wellington manor, Jefferey figured out how to get to his destination. He grinned broadly, refolding the paper and tucking it into the inner pocket of his vest. He quickly jumped out of the carriage, making it rock side to side as he came out, leaving the driver with a look of curiosity. Jeff rushed inside the manor, up the two levels of stairs, and into his study. There he dug around the various draws of the mahogany desk, finding a small burgundy bag and tucking it with the folded map. Done with gathering all the objects he needed on his journey, Jeff took off towards the harbor in a mad rush, only stopping when he felt a searing pain in his side. He groaned and waited for the pain to vanish before continuing his trip toward the end of the docks to his lovely ship Victory. His men were there, everything set, all they needed to know was where they were headed. In no time they were sailing along the calm waters. About an hour or so into his trip, Jeff told the men they were going to be taking a small pit stop in Tortuga- something none of the men liked, at all. ”It’s not all that bad there, you just have to watch your back… wherever you go.” Jeff told his closest friend, Keashawn Carrington. ”Right, so that also means I have to sleep with one eye open as well?” Carrington asked with an arched brow, receiving a nod and a small smirk from the blond. “Whatever Wellington.”[/c] Keashawn rolled his eyes and continued looking at the men hustling and bustling below. ”And what has become of young Raven?” The tall brunette asked of the much shorter blonde. ”Oh, I have no idea. Probably visiting our grandmother. She’s fallen deathly ill.” That was the only thing Jefferey could think of on the top of his head, but Keashawn knew better. After all, the two men knew each other since they were as tall as a grass-hoppers knee. ”No, seriously, what happened to Rae?” Keashawn insisted, receiving a shrug of the shoulders. With that being seen, Keashawn dropped the subject and starred off at the waters in front of them. ”Where are we headed to?” Came Keashawn’s voice after a long silence. Jefferey only laughed, knowing that his best friend never was the one to fancy silence. ”We, my friend, are headed to the Lost Island.” Keashawn quirked an eyebrow, waiting for Jeff to continue on with the description of their small voyage. ”Honestly, I don’t know where we are headed. All I know is that there is an island, with gold. And I’m determined to beat that wench of a pirate Thorn to it.” The name calling wasn’t meant in offense, he just couldn’t let anybody, especially of the British Navy, that he had “connections” with pirates -- and that he was a pirate himself. Shocking? Yes. Not even his best friends knew. And he hadn’t any intentions of letting anyone find out, just yet. He had something, something in the back of his mind that he should tell somebody and that somebody was none other than, Crimson Thorn. Jefferey growled internally at the thought of Thorn -- all thinking about her brought was that day. That day he wished wholly to forget. He never in his life thought he was capable of doing that to someone that he… he loved. ‘Love? Me? Love Thorn? Impossible!’ Jefferey thought to himself. He ran a thin pale hand through his wild mane and looked at the figure next to him. ”Keashawn?” ”What?” ”Can I talk to you?” ”Are you not talking to me now?” The blond kept his attentions on the water, arching a thin brown eyebrow. ”Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you..” ”Go on… ”Well come with me to my study.” Keashawn found this a bit odd, but followed the other down to his study. Carrington nestled himself in the leather chair near the rear of the room, draping a long leg over the arm of the chair and perched himself on an elbow. ”So what do you need to tell me? That you’re gay? You’re a enuch? What?” Keashawn said in jest, seeing the nervous look on Jefferey’s face. ”No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s something else?” He took a deep breath and continued, ”I’m a pirate.” The blond man winced slightly, not knowing how well his friend would take the sudden revelation of his secret identity. A loud boom of laughter escaped the rather larger man. The chain of laughter lasted a good few minutes before Keashawn composed himself and straightened up. ”You’re serious, aren’t you?” He inquired when he noted that the young Commodore was not laughing. All Jefferey did was stand there and nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Keashawn sighed and studied the other man’s facial features, praying to god of gods that he was pulling his legs. After another few minutes had passed Keashawn stood up and walked over to Jeff, grabbing his arm, pulling the sleeve’s cuff back and flipping to see the pale wrist that was branded with a large ‘P’. Letting the man’s limb fall back to his side, Keashawn backed up and locked eyes with Jefferey. ”When did this happen? Why? How come you didn’t tell me before?!” Asked the young Captain, a bit hurt that the man standing before him, a man he knew since they were but mere lads, would hold something this important from him. ”I just thought… you wouldn’t… believe me? That you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me…” Another roar of laughter escaped Captain Carrington. ”You, my dear Wellington, are a complete and utter moron. We’ve been through thick and thin, done some pretty bad shit and you think I’d stop talking to you because you’re a bloody pirate!” Carrington continued to laugh until he was all laughed out and had no more left in him. ”I stand by what I said some fifteen years ago, I’ll be your friend through and through and nothing will tear us apart. We’re like brothers! It’s not like I’m going to turn you in. I’m not like that.” Jefferey laughed at his own stupidity. But something in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise. ”Right,” Jeff said with a small chuckle following. ”Anyway, I think I’m going to turn in now. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded.” ”Good then. I’ll see you in the morning.” The big fellow left and returned to wheel, shaking his way the entire time that he had connections with a real pirate. A question running through his head of: should he tell or keep it to himself? ‘I best sleep on it.’ Was his conclusion. The next day, Jefferey woke to the shouting of his crew and he quickly grabbed his boots and rushed to the deck. ”What? What’s the problem?” He asked the nearest member of his crew. ”Nothing, it’s just we won’t be able to eat until we’ve reached Tortuga.” Replied the old grizzly man with a slight frown. "Grand, fan-fucking-tastic." Was all Commodore could say, he was a bit antsy when he hadn't eaten - everyone knew this, so the man just shrugged and walked off. Jefferey finished clothing himself and walked around the ship, making sure everything was running smoothly, though he didn't have to worry because everything went as smooth as possible under Carrington. "Morning." Greeted Keashawn with a slight smile. "I take it you were just informed about the food shortage? Jeff just nodded and hugged himself, feeling an unpleasant chill run up his spine. "At least we still have ample tea! Joked Shawn. "I'm getting tired of tea, I need rum or something strong, something that'll knock me out after a while." Muttered the hungry Commodore. "Give me a minute and you'll have a nice mug of rum, all right?" A few minutes passed and just like Shawn said, Jeff had a mug of rum in his hands. Jeff didn't take long in downing the entire mug, asking for more. "That was all I had left, sorry mate." Shawn apologized, running his hand through his brown mess. Jeff sighed and tossed the mug aside and sat down, stretching out. Night came, followed by day, the second day being at sea and Victory stopped less than five miles from the docks of Tortuga. "So, who would like to tag along? Almost two thirds of the crew decided to stay aboard, the one third of the crew getting two long boats ready. Fifteen minutes passed and Victory's men, well disguised, stepped foot on the soil of Tortuga. "You may all go your separate ways, but be back before ... well, just make sure you come back, all right?" With that said, Jeff and Shawn took off to the nearest pub. As they entered, they made sure their hoods hide their faces completely and made their way to the back of the pub -- ordering two pints of rum. They both leaned back in their chairs leisurely, sipping at their rum. Not long after they heard something in the front of the pub ●»»[size=5] Confirmation [/size] .__[size=1]Proof of Plot[/size]__. What is Elizabeth Swann's age? [/color] Correct .__[size=1]Proof of Rules[/size]__. The admins on this site are: Yup! |
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| Giselle Van Garrith | May 23 2007, 01:47 AM Post #2 |
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[size=7]Accepted![/size] I'm jealous, my app sucks lol |
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