Post by DAVID WINTERS on Feb 1, 2013 19:44:13 GMT -5
...david alan winters*
* We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. *
[/size]* We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. *
...basics*
name...[/b][/size]
David Alan Winters
nickname...[/b][/size]
Davey, but only if you’re Danny.
age...[/b][/size]
31
gender...[/b][/size]
Male
grade...[/b][/size]
N/A
occupation...[/b][/size]
New York City Councilman, also currently running for the office of Mayor
hometown...[/b][/size]
Boston, Massachusetts
sexuality...[/b][/size]
STRAIGHT. STRAIGHT. NOT. GAY. DEFINITELY NOT GAY AT ALL. NOPE. NO HOMOSEXUALITY HERE.
personification...[/b][/size]
Dr. Henry Jekyll
status...[/b][/size]
Dormant
face claim...[/b][/size]
Misha Collins[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size]
For the most part, David is more toned than you’d think. He works out. Not excessively, but enough to stay fit and have nice abs—it’d be a lie to say he isn’t a bit concerned with all that. It’s sort of part of the Golden Boy image his campaign is riding on. Bright, clear blue eyes and a sharp smile are found on virtually all his campaign posters, along with a rather floppy (and perhaps slightly unprofessional) head of chocolate-colored hair.
clothing style...[/b][/size]
Well, he’s running for Mayor of New York City, so generally speaking, he’s pretty well dressed. Button-up shirts, ties, slacks, khakis, and the like. He can pull off jeans when he wants to be more casual, but it’s unlikely you’ll see him walking around dressed in sweatpants and a hole-ridden t-shirt. On occasion, he can rock a trench coat. Also, it should be noted that he does occasionally don a pin for his campaign, which would read “I believe in David Winters.”
defining traits...[/b][/size] [/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size]
If nothing else, David Winters is compassionate. To an almost outrageous degree, the man puts his faith in the belief that people are, at the heart of themselves, something like children. Not insofar as to become condescending, however, the belief is largely based on David’s philosophy that people are good and kind at heart, and it is only through not having been shown the truth of the world that they may become lost, broken, or bad. But never evil. There are no evil people, in David’s mind. Only evil philosophy and misguided judgment. To him, all people can be good, should they so choose. Largely, this is a way of reassuring himself, keeping faith in the potential of a utopian society he’s built up in his head but ultimately knows cannot exist. David is a hypocrite. Everyone is a hypocrite. He knows this (and, truthfully, believes it quite well), and simply chooses to ignore it because it’s easier, and as much as David vouches for the improvement of the world, the community, and the lives of others, he’s always more apt to take the easy way out of improving his own. More often than not, this equates to shoving his own problems or issues or personal misgivings under the bed and leaving them there to collect dust. He doesn’t have time to clean them up, he says.
David’s decisions are emotion-driven. Feelings and moral obligation govern his logic and too, he believes, ought to govern the logic of leaders. Power is easily corruptible, and David seeks to eradicate that double-crossing attitude should he find himself elected mayor of New York City. And yet, David himself isn’t near pure. No one is. He’s been cleaning up his brother’s messes for years, after all, and isn’t about to stop now that he could potentially attain his childhood dream. Driven by a dangerous mixture of love for Danny, his niece, a freakishly strong need for acceptance, a subconscious desire to constantly walk on the tightrope of safety and danger, and self-esteem issues, if examined under a microscope, David is far less fair-hearted than he seems.
He’s charismatic. Charming, with the smile of a moderately embarrassed fifth grader, he exudes a vibe different from that of most politicians: overwhelming honesty. If David did not believe his words, he would not say them, regardless of how the lies might win over his audience. His vulnerability, however, is also in his overwhelming use of emotion in all things. If someone were to make David love them, he would do so completely. He would do anything for the people he loves. Anything to make them happy, to let them know that they are loved, and by none more than him. He’s in utter denial, however, of the fact that people might use such a common ground as feelings to get to him. It’s naïve, yes, but so is David on the best days. There’s a brutally fragile honesty to his being, further proving the cliché but no less true fact that he wears his heart completely on his sleeve. Except when it comes to relationships. But no one knows about that. No one ever will, as far as he’s concerned. He does a good job of covering his tracks. Danny taught him well.
When mad, David does not yell. He doesn’t swear (typically) or threaten or throw punches (though he can pack a surprisingly hard one should he choose). Instead, David gets snarky. It’s the sharp kind, loaded with cynical sarcasm that spectacularly hints at the fact that he might not think the world to be as rosy as he makes it out to be. Typically, he breaks out a rather desperate sounding laugh on such occasions, though generally only in times of extreme stress or helplessness. In many ways, he’s a lot stronger and weaker than he looks. It all depends on who’s watching, really, and what value they place on almost painfully stubborn stupidity and a deep drive to do the morally right thing, no matter how idiotic it might be. David Winters is a creature entirely of emotion.
life until now...[/b][/size]
Growing up, David was always the “good” son. It was never said, but fairly obviously implied. From the moment letter grades took over check pluses and minuses, he was a straight A student. When people asked him what he wanted to do when he got out of school, the answer was without fail “Something in politics, probably…Mayor of New York would be cool. I’d like to help people, I guess.” He was the president of the student council, a member of the principal’s advisory board, and a participant of several other clubs throughout high school despite the fact that such involvement (mixed with a lack of any real growth spurt until the summer before his senior year) often made him the brunt of some of his classmate’s jokes. Danny always stood up for him when he could, however, and David was always grateful.
The Winters brothers, separated by two years, were close playmates throughout childhood. Being the big brother, Danny invariably lead. Pirates, Indians, Cops and Robbers—David didn’t mind never getting to pick his role, mostly because he looked up to his brother so completely that it was a joy just to get the chance to play with him at all. When they boys grew older, they went their separate ways with their separate friends, but remained close at home. David took the straight edge route, oftentimes preferring to stay home and study on the offchance that he might make it into Cornell in a few years—he hardly drank in high school, and certainly never smoked. Always, he was a forward thinking, wondering how this action would affect that, twenty years down the road when he was running for political office. David was meticulous about cleaning up dirt.
The habit really started during his sophomore year, when he swore up and down to his parents that he’d been the one to take the car out for a slightly drunken joyride and crash it into a tree at one a.m., not Danny. No one believed him—certainly not his mother or father. And yet, he was the one punished; grounded for two months and forced to pay for the damage. Danny went out again the next night. Still, the mutual respect was there. David hated seeing the people he cared about get hurt, even if they probably deserved it.
In high school, David dated girls both because it was easier and because more than anything, he tried to convince himself he liked them. You know…like that. When he lost his virginity sophomore year to an incredibly pretty girl he’d known since sixth grade, he knew it was all over. But he never told. What would people think of him? He couldn’t make a difference if he was gay. He wasn’t Freddie Mercury or some other celebrity, praised for his individuality. He was just some kid from Boston, absolutely positive he’d make it nowhere but his mother’s arms if he didn’t just buck up and pretend to be someone else.
So, for the next two years, that was what he did.
College was a bit easier. At parties, all he had to do was pretend he was drunk (and it wasn’t too hard, being somewhat of a lightweight) and eventually, someone he actually found attractive would wind up kissing him. There was one boy who was smart enough to see through this, simply because he did the exact same thing; Andrew McCain was his name, and he and David dated in relative secrecy all throughout college. They were in love, and neither of their families and hardly any of their friends knew about it. When college ended and David landed an internship at an important political firm in New York, he decided it was time to break the relationship off. It wasn’t easy, but necessary. How could he ever be successful, reach his childhood dream, if people saw him that way? Andrew understood. In the end, the hard feelings were minimal—sadness was the predominating emotion. The two kept in touch for a few months, but eventually David stopped returning calls. He just didn’t have time, he said. Too busy with work. Andrew would understand.
the present...[/b][/size]
Due to a fantastic combination of perseverance, charisma, willingness to do any job thrown at him, and sheer dumb luck, David was able to make his way up the New York City political ladder with remarkable ease for a man so young. Currently serving his second term as a City Councilman, David is running for mayor of New York on a campaign that, for the most part, relies on his squeaky clean record. It’s kept that way through a method involving a near ceaseless effort to clean up his older brother’s messes (Danny being involved with the more illicit ends of the Big Apple’s business world) and a tireless charade of—well, politics.
There’s only so much one can hide from the world, however, before other things start eating away. Currently, David is secretly seeing a man named Richard Brook. It’s a bit of a stretch at times, and makes him feel horribly guilty more often than not, but when he’s with Richard he’s happy, and doesn’t see why he should have to give that up. After all, he deserves it, right?
other notes...[/b][/size]
Here’s the lowdown on the Winters family.
Mother: Laura Winters
Father: Michael Winters
Brother: Daniel “Danny” Winters, age 33
Niece: Kaitlin “Katie” Winters, age 10
*insert* picture of David’s lovely niece, kept in his wallet at all times
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...literature*
title...
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
backstory...
So basically this doctor is really dumb and manages to concoct an evil brew that lets him turn into an evil, ugly man who does evil, ugly things like kill people and stuff. Only no one knows the doctor guy and the evil ugly man are actually the same, so that’s confusing. At least, not until the inspector gets notes from doctor guy (Jekyll) and evil ugly guy (Hyde) and starts to realize that maybe the handwriting looks sort of similar. THE SCIENCE OF DEDUCTION. Anyway, yadda leads to yadda, and Jekyll finds out that he really IS an idiot, and can’t stop the transformations between himself and Hyde. So then he writes what’s effectively a suicide note and lets the final transformation into Hyde commence. YOLO, bitches.
...the roleplayer*
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