James, William Ripley

[william r. james]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] william ripley james nineteen || level two || self harm/sociopath || aaron johnson || male nicknames: Ripley, only his family calls him Will. orientation: gay age/dob: nineteen; january 19th, 1993 member group: level two anything else?: n/a personality: manipulative Ripley's most prominent personality trait is his ability to manipulate people. He's perfected the ways of conning people into getting what he wants. He uses his good looks and keen ability to shape and mold words into believable lies to lure in any person he wishes to do his dirty work, or simply wants to watch crash and burn. His mother is a writer and he watched her create fictional stories from a young age, some of them becoming bases for his more oftenly used lies. He doesn't lie simply to hear it, and often he speaks the truth, but his lies are used solely to control others. private Despite his manipulations skills, Ripley does not share his own life and history with others. He will weave a web of another life if need be when his subjects go astray. He doesn't enjoy talking about his past, present, or future. He prefers to keep all subject matters from himself, instead leading them to other things or people. He also ever refuses to discuss his sexuality. He's aware that he's a homosexual, and has used this as one of his manipulating tools, but he does not openly discuss this with others. easily frustrated Ripley has a very short temper. He earns this from his father, who was famous for his notoriously short temper as a judge. Ripley is quick to become frustrated or annoyed when prodded at with questions, or when things do not go as he plans. He doesn't tend to play well with those who are openly obnoxious. He prefers only to interact with those who are calm and most preferably quiet. brief history: childhood Ripley was born to Grace and Charles James in a hospital in London, England. He was their second child; Their oldest, George, was five years old at the time. Ripley was spoiled just as much, if not more than his older brother from the beginning. He was the son of a famed writer and prominent judge. From a young age, Ripley was pampered with anything he wanted. Despite being practically raised by nannies at some points, Ripley had a normal and happy childhood. He was the same as every other child in the area, if only not more well endowed. adolescence When Ripley turned 12 was when the manipulating started. He had come upon puberty, and his brother George was quick to jump on the chance to show little Ripley the ropes. However, despite being chastised countless times for lying as a child, Ripley couldn't help but find that when told the right way, no one would know he was lying. He used his developing story telling skills to control whatever he could. As he grew into a good looking teenage boy, he found that in the area of girls, he could easily get whatever he wanted without having to open his mouth. Ripley used his dashing good looks through his "middle school" years to get something from every girl in his year, and even higher. However, Ripley never wanted what the other boys wanted. In fact, Ripley much preferred to get it from the boys rather than girls. Ripley was questioning what the norm was, and why he wasn't in it. He was upset with everyone for not accepting the fact he was different. He continued, however, to manipulate who he could-boys and girls alike-to get what he wanted and needed. late teens As Ripley progressed through his life, he found himself becoming more and more easily angered. He lashed out constantly at his teachers, peers, and family. He couldn't control the aching pain in his chest that wanted to scream any time someone simply looked at him. Ripley began self harming at the age of sixteen, not to relieve pain, but anger. He couldn't find himself able to hurt others when he became enraged, so he turned to hurting himself to release the anger. It began simply as knicks on the inside of the elbow with his shaving razor, but it slowly progressed as he found himself becoming more and more easily annoyed. When he was eighteen. Ripley openly came out to his parents about his sexuality. He was promptly sent to a psychologist to attempt to "cure" him. Through the long process of therapy, it was found that Ripley was a sociopath, and later he revealed his self harming. The psychologists suggestion was to send Ripley here, and being terribly loaded and "terribly worried" that their little Ripley wouldn't live up to be an upstanding James boy, Ripley's parents shipped him off. roleplay sample: Despite being only a junior at Baum, Hazel Grace preferred more than anything to hang around the Barrie campus when she could. Some might say it was a bit of senioritis in her blood, but in reality Hazel Grace just really wanted to fit in with the older kids. She wanted them to say 'hey, she's still in high school, but she's cool. I like her.' Hazel always liked to older kids better anyway, she felt more mature around them. Hazel Grace couldn't wait to get into college here at Barrie and be able to party with the popular kids, and then make friends with everyone she met, simply because they liked her. She hardly had friends who really really liked her at Baum, and all she wanted was some people who appreciated her company. In all, she missed what she had in middle school in London, despite all the bad habits formed. She wanted to be around people, and she wanted people to be around her. Hazel Grace casually made her way across the quad on campus, humming to herself as she tugged on the ends of her bright red hair, her blue eyes scanning around for a cute boy, or a girl who seemed popular. Her teeth gnawed lightly at her bottom lip and she felt a knot tightening in her stomach. People would occasionally glance at her, and she felt like just by looking they knew she didn't belong here. Hazel Grace sighed inwardly and shook her head slightly, standing up straighter and strolling along like she belonged on the campus, even if she didn't. She made her way over to a large tree and leaned up against it, scanning the grassy area once more. She smiled and waved slightly at a group of people passing her by, earning a few odd looks as well as a couple smirks and upturned noses. Hazel Grace frowned slightly but shrugged, sliding down the tree to sit at the base. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she couldn't help but feel inadequate to all these pretty, mature, smart college girls. It almost felt like everyone, especially the guys, were looking straight through her. She bleated softly to herself, scrunching her nose as she waved the thought away with her hand. She let her knees drop down as she fixed herself, stretching out her long legs. She tugged again on the ends of her hair, wrapping it around her fingers as she looked around for anyone who might be coming her way. Kelli || Sixteen || 4-5 years || I'm the queen of rule following (usually)

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