Post by DAVID WINTERS on Jul 7, 2012 2:05:12 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 David Alan Winters
nickname Michael Bordon
age 31
gender Male
grade N/A
hometown Boston, Massachusetts
sexuality LOL
personification Dr. Jekyll
status Awake
face claim Misha Collins
...appearance*
hair color Chocolate brown, and probably a little messier than most politicians would consider acceptable. It’s clean, and cut neatly enough. He just doesn’t like combing it. Or doing much of anything with it, other than washing it and letting it dry.
eye color Grey-blue, almost light teal.
build More toned than you’d think. He works out. Not excessively, but enough to stay fit and have something resembling nice abs.
height Five feet, eleven inches
clothing style 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.”
distinctive traits
David can whip out some mean puppy eyes, when he has the mind or subconscious desire.
...personal*
personality
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.
Needless to say, David’s decisions are, more often than not, 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 as mayor of New York City. A bit ironic, perhaps, as he spends a good amount of his time under the guise of Michael Bordon, a well-known crime boss of the New York underground scene. Still, though his actions may grow considerably more…questionable the deeper into said persona he delves, he is just (relatively speaking, as much as the pseudo-job allows) and sticks to his guns. David does not kill. Not unless his own life or life of someone he loves may be in danger. Gifted (or cursed, depending on how one looks at it) with a fierce protective streak, David would go to the ends of the earth, over the edge, and back around again to the other side if it meant the people he most cared about would stay safe. It’s about the only time he gets aggressive, really.
David is charismatic. Charming, with the sheepish sort of 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. Honestly, that’s what’s so appealing about him when it comes to the election. He is completely and utterly normal. Not even unsusceptible to stage fright, should the right size crowd be nearby.
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 so choose). Instead, more often than not, 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 logistically be.
past
David Alan Winters was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in October of 1980. He was raised there too, by his parents Laura and Michael Winters, in a little house tucked away into a middle-class neighborhood of the city. They said that little David was somewhat of a miracle, as doctors had been trying to tell them for years that having a child was near impossible. After they brought their son home, the doctors were proven right. So, although the Winters had at one point wanted a large family, they ended up with but one son and decided that that just as wonderful, too.
Growing up, David Winters was very much a floater. The sort of kid inexplicably able to move between one social group and another without being seen as some sort of unwanted, clinging outcast. Probably, it had a lot to do with the way he sort of loped, drifting from one circle to another with the sort of congenial composure that, although almost always earned him a one-way ticket to the friendzone, made him well-known throughout elementary, middle, and high school as simply “You know, the nice one. David, I think. With the floppy hair. Smiles a lot.” It wasn’t that he grew up a particularly happy child. David had his issues (mainly in the self-confidence and appreciation department), but was mostly of the belief that if one pretended to be happy for long enough, then things would eventually be that way for real. They weren’t, of course, but David continued to imagine the world how he wanted to.
All that being said, however, David led a rather lonely childhood. An only child in a home with two working parents in a neighborhood with only a few other kids (most of whom were older than he), David spent quite a bit of his time reading. He wasn’t a prodigy. He didn’t teach himself, and he didn’t gobble up whatever he could get his hands on and he didn’t lock himself in his room for days on end and really, he felt like his greatest accomplishment by the end of the sixth grade was having read every one of the stories in his Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales book twice—front to back and then back to front. He had friends, of course, but only one best one and only up until they turned fifteen and he found out that said friend had been kissing his girlfriend on Friday nights when she’d told David she was having movie nights with her parents. David didn’t mind half as much as he should have. In a way, it was sort of a relief. But then, that was probably because there was something wrong with him. In the end, he was more upset about his friend kissing his girlfriend than his girlfriend kissing his friend. He didn’t tell anyone about it. He still hasn’t, at least not publically.
David graduated high school easily enough, making honor roll without a problem and delivering a well-received speech at graduation as President of Senior Board. By that time, he’d known he liked people and politics, and so went on to study Political Science at Columbia University in New York, New York. It was then, about halfway through his freshman year of college, that he realized just how much he loved the city and too, just how much he wanted to change about it. As much as it interested him, David was frustrated by the political system—a sentiment that only seemed to grow the more he interned at various government facilities and took classes analyzing just how best to make people like you. He did fine on his tests, but in the end, the psychology of it all just wasn’t for him.
David stayed in New York City after graduating from college, working to lose his Boston accent in the interest of the speeches he dreamed of making and meetings he wished to attend as more than an intern or assistant. He worked hard in an almost unwittingly brilliant way, rather unaware of just how many people throughout the offices knew him simply because he was a good listener with genuine eyes and a kind, soft smile. In the end, that was probably what helped him most. As David got older and gained more contacts in the political world (both above and underground—they mixed intermittently, and he began adopting the name “Michael Bordon” out of both convenience and eventual necessity for those less legal of meetings), he moved his way up in the system extraordinarily fast, and found himself running for the position of city councilman at age twenty-six.
present
He got the position. Again, it was probably something to do with the shyness of him. There was a unique authenticity to his speeches, a sort of untamed awkwardness that made people feel like they were speaking to a friend. He rehearsed, of course. And he hid his accent so as to blend in better, but that was really as far as the street-level manipulation went. So he fumbled his words on occasion and he tripped once or twice walking up on stages but in the end, apparently the people liked that. Enough, anyway, to vote him into a second term when he was twenty-eight years old and enough again to give him a large support base in his current effort to run for mayor.
With David, people either really like him, or they don’t. Some think he ought not to be so open with himself, particularly on stage. Others think it’s great that he messes up when he speaks on occasion, and doesn’t seem quite as untouchable as the rest of those on the political ladder. He still owns the same apartment he bought as a reward to himself for becoming a councilman, and he still gets coffee from the same place on the corner and he still goes to bars. Of course, he’s stressed more often than he isn’t, and that can take its toll. But perhaps the honesty of it all works a bit. The media certainly doesn’t follow him as closely as it could—granted, there’s a ways until elections—possibly because he makes it well known that he just plain isn’t all that interesting. It’s not necessarily a strategy so much as an unexpected, convoluted bonus. In being so open in public, he gets a little more privacy at home. David being David and having secrets that even he’d rather not think about, this makes his inherently soft heart nothing less than something of a blessing.
family
Laura Winters, mother, 57
Michael Winters, father, 61
likes
1) Paul Simon
2) Coldplay (Who doesn’t?)
3) 1984
4) e.e. cummings
5) Other people. Truly. He likes company.
6) Richard. A lot.
7) Vincent, on a good day. Occasionally. He’s one of the few people he can get gruff with, really.
dislikes
1) Dishonesty
2) Disloyalty
3) The Kooks
4) February
5) Cats
6) Thunderstorms. They still terrify him a little bit, though he does a good job of hiding it.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title 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.
...roleplayer*
name Scout
age I
gender Believe
rp experience In
how you found ouac David
rp sample Winters
