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NAME : JAMES AUGUSTUS DEWITT
AGE : TWENTY-THREE
GENDER : MALE
SEXUALITY : HETEROSEXUAL
PERSONALITY : CHARISMATIC - METICULOUS - STOIC - INSCRUTABLE
CHARACTER : James Dewitt comes from a working-class Scottish/Portuguese family. His father, a Portuguese man of pure-blood Lusitanian heritage, and his mother, a Scottish woman of pure-blood Celtic heritage, met after his mother visited Portugal on a holiday. Moving to the United States was a big deal for him, his father quickly finding work in a car factory and his mother managed to find herself a job in the tourism industry. They both worked long hours, but it was worth it when they saw how happy their son was with his friends. The way he felt with the other children he shared his early childhood with would remain with him forever. But, it all had to end. He ended up moving away when he was 11, his parents finding a better life in Stanford, California. Life moved on, and James had always been a very popular person. He dominated everything that was placed in front of him, from the most intellectual tests to the most straining physical challenges. His parents were proud to see him go to university for Psychology after he earned himself a scholarship that is. After university was over, James went into a career no one expected him to follow. This career choice shocked his parents, but they accepted the choice anyway. His friend Tyler invited him to spend the holidays in a nice winter lodge, and James was in need of a relaxing time so he accepted.
FC : EDDIE REDMAYNE
Crowded places were always a tad annoying to be in middle off. Not annoying in a way that it gave anxiety or anything similar, but in the way that moving from one place to the other was problematic. Passing by everyone that was waiting for any transport to arrive, be it a plane or taxi, or waiting for a family member/friend to arrive while holding those white cardboard signs with people's names on it was a task similar to that of playing Frogger on an arcade machine. Still, it was still a decent experience to those who were going on their first flight. Running around to make sure they arrived at the right gate, going through the TSA's employees with overly friendly hands because copping a field is now a job, and dealing with the disgruntled person at the main desk who moves slower than a snail running after a cheetah. It wasn't all bad, in the end, one did get to see the amazing view. Especially, if one travelled in Economic class the sight of seeing someone's happiness disappear as they struggle in the middle seat because two large passengers are on each side and snoring.
Luckily, being wealthy always came along with benefits. Booking Business class tickets would have been just fine, but James wanted to enjoy every inch of the view without needing to hear others. With the amount money he brought home, booking first class tickets was as easy as buying groceries in the local market. James didn't take a lot of time to pack his things, and he was someone who travelled so constantly that sometimes he didn't even bother to pack much because he would just buy what he needed in the location. Although, this time would be different. Two black Duffel Bags and a top of the line briefcase was all he needed, his suits and other toiletries all comfortably packed along with other peculiar items. James's phone didn't stop buzzing, but he didn't wish to pick it up until he got to the car a few steps away.
The chauffeur opened the door for James, took hold of the bags and placed them in the trunk before going to the driver's seat and starting the car. James picked up the phone, a strong Scottish accent started to flow off the speaker. To anyone that never heard the language, they would have said it was purely gibberish with a Scottish tone to it, but his mother was speaking Gaelic. She could speak English fluently, but she had always made sure to keep the Gaelic fluent and to pass it on to her son. James simply listened to her words with a rather polite smile on his lips as she spoke about her day. The conversation lasted the entire car ride to the airport, with James replying once in a while to let her know he was paying attention.
The car reached its destination and the phone call ended with the usual 'Goodbye' and 'I love you'. The door was opened and James was out of the car. Grabbing his luggage, he made his way to the gate. Normally, people would have begun to look at him but James was particularly good at going unnoticed if he wanted. Making his way to the gate was quick, and he was inside the plane in no time. The flight hosts nearly tripped over one another as they quickly "jogged" to reach him. The one to reach him first was a gorgeous blond woman, a smile framing her meticulously made-up(marked by the use of makeup) face. James looked at her eyes, the way her expression shifted the moment she saw him and the way her body "spoke" were all signs he had seen before.
"Good morning. Could you direct me to my seat?"
James' accent only made each word richer, and the way he spoke made even such a normal sentence like that sound completely different. The others hosts seemed to ignore other passengers, one was a man who was visibly annoyed by the fact that the host right next to him didn't pay any attention to his request. The host that was in front of him extended her arm to show him the way. He walked in front of her, looking back slightly to see her discreetly giggle to her colleagues. She showed him his seat and proceeded to tell him that if he needed anything, she would get it. The host left and went to take care of the other passengers, but he could hear the gossiping between them and other passengers even. He got to his seat and just relaxed. Memories of his past filling his brain as he looked out the window. This was going to take a while.
The plane finally landed in the winter paradise, and James was satisfied with the trip. Some people had a driver waiting for them or they would pick up a taxi, but most had a family member waiting for them. In his case, it was a bit different. A car with a temporary driver was waiting for him to arrive. Handing James the keys to the vehicle once the charismatic man was near the car, the driver nodded to James. Being behind the wheel of a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner was always an exciting sensation. He drove off, following the GPS instructions to the lodge. It would only be a few more minutes of driving and James would be reunited with his friend. The music on the radio wasn't fit for the mood so he grabbed one of his CDs and placed it in. The sound of the piano at first was always rhythmic but it only got better from there. The ride would pass in a breeze.
James' eyes widened slightly as the view ahead of him started to take proper form. Less than a few hours ago he was in his house, and now he was right near the lodge where his friend was. That was a satisfying sensation. He parked the car and noticed that another car was parked nearby. That meant that he wasn't the first to arrive. The sounds of the winter paradise went smoothly into his ears. There was no need to take his bags out now, but he felt like doing it. He removed them from the trunk and started to walk towards the lodge. He looked at the lodge one last time before opening the door and stepping inside to feel warm. James' expression was adapting to the warm and fuzzy sensation in the air by exhibiting a characteristic smile. The sudden sight of a woman whose back was facing him got him by surprise. His friend Tyler didn't speak about anyone else coming to the lodge. 6 feet and 2 inches, along with weighing 200 pounds made him stand out. Not to mention being handsome was always something he naturally was, and his overflowing charm never wore off. It wasn't like she wouldn't notice him, but he chose to speak first.
"Hello? I'm James, Tyler's best friend."
Luckily, being wealthy always came along with benefits. Booking Business class tickets would have been just fine, but James wanted to enjoy every inch of the view without needing to hear others. With the amount money he brought home, booking first class tickets was as easy as buying groceries in the local market. James didn't take a lot of time to pack his things, and he was someone who travelled so constantly that sometimes he didn't even bother to pack much because he would just buy what he needed in the location. Although, this time would be different. Two black Duffel Bags and a top of the line briefcase was all he needed, his suits and other toiletries all comfortably packed along with other peculiar items. James's phone didn't stop buzzing, but he didn't wish to pick it up until he got to the car a few steps away.
The chauffeur opened the door for James, took hold of the bags and placed them in the trunk before going to the driver's seat and starting the car. James picked up the phone, a strong Scottish accent started to flow off the speaker. To anyone that never heard the language, they would have said it was purely gibberish with a Scottish tone to it, but his mother was speaking Gaelic. She could speak English fluently, but she had always made sure to keep the Gaelic fluent and to pass it on to her son. James simply listened to her words with a rather polite smile on his lips as she spoke about her day. The conversation lasted the entire car ride to the airport, with James replying once in a while to let her know he was paying attention.
The car reached its destination and the phone call ended with the usual 'Goodbye' and 'I love you'. The door was opened and James was out of the car. Grabbing his luggage, he made his way to the gate. Normally, people would have begun to look at him but James was particularly good at going unnoticed if he wanted. Making his way to the gate was quick, and he was inside the plane in no time. The flight hosts nearly tripped over one another as they quickly "jogged" to reach him. The one to reach him first was a gorgeous blond woman, a smile framing her meticulously made-up(marked by the use of makeup) face. James looked at her eyes, the way her expression shifted the moment she saw him and the way her body "spoke" were all signs he had seen before.
"Good morning. Could you direct me to my seat?"
James' accent only made each word richer, and the way he spoke made even such a normal sentence like that sound completely different. The others hosts seemed to ignore other passengers, one was a man who was visibly annoyed by the fact that the host right next to him didn't pay any attention to his request. The host that was in front of him extended her arm to show him the way. He walked in front of her, looking back slightly to see her discreetly giggle to her colleagues. She showed him his seat and proceeded to tell him that if he needed anything, she would get it. The host left and went to take care of the other passengers, but he could hear the gossiping between them and other passengers even. He got to his seat and just relaxed. Memories of his past filling his brain as he looked out the window. This was going to take a while.
The plane finally landed in the winter paradise, and James was satisfied with the trip. Some people had a driver waiting for them or they would pick up a taxi, but most had a family member waiting for them. In his case, it was a bit different. A car with a temporary driver was waiting for him to arrive. Handing James the keys to the vehicle once the charismatic man was near the car, the driver nodded to James. Being behind the wheel of a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner was always an exciting sensation. He drove off, following the GPS instructions to the lodge. It would only be a few more minutes of driving and James would be reunited with his friend. The music on the radio wasn't fit for the mood so he grabbed one of his CDs and placed it in. The sound of the piano at first was always rhythmic but it only got better from there. The ride would pass in a breeze.
James' eyes widened slightly as the view ahead of him started to take proper form. Less than a few hours ago he was in his house, and now he was right near the lodge where his friend was. That was a satisfying sensation. He parked the car and noticed that another car was parked nearby. That meant that he wasn't the first to arrive. The sounds of the winter paradise went smoothly into his ears. There was no need to take his bags out now, but he felt like doing it. He removed them from the trunk and started to walk towards the lodge. He looked at the lodge one last time before opening the door and stepping inside to feel warm. James' expression was adapting to the warm and fuzzy sensation in the air by exhibiting a characteristic smile. The sudden sight of a woman whose back was facing him got him by surprise. His friend Tyler didn't speak about anyone else coming to the lodge. 6 feet and 2 inches, along with weighing 200 pounds made him stand out. Not to mention being handsome was always something he naturally was, and his overflowing charm never wore off. It wasn't like she wouldn't notice him, but he chose to speak first.
"Hello? I'm James, Tyler's best friend."
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