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fixatedOOC Information
Player Name: Parsnip
Player Age: 29
Player Contact: Aim: parsnipchan or plurk: parsnip
Player/Character HMD: here
Other characters in game: n/a
IC Information
Character Name: Jack Vessalius
Character Canon: Pandora Hearts
Character Age/Gender: 23 years old
Canon Point: Technically pre-canon but he’s pulled from the flashback arc, mid-chapter 68 when Lacie asks Jack to stay away for a week while the Baskervilles finish setting up the preparations necessary for making Oswald the official head of Baskerville.
Character Canon History: Wikipedia - more history can be provided if necessary.
Character Personality:
No personality section could ever truly begin without first mentioning that Jack is like water, still and deep, unaffected by the world even as it seeps unbeknownst into the deepest cracks and sullied lines of your very being. He is subtle; he is unaffected. He reflects back all of who you are and yet there’s no reflection of Jack in anything that he does.
He is a twisted being, and yet Jack is also the perfect mirror, appearing as you wish to see him because he can read the mood of the people around him with unerring skill. It is how he has risen in the ranks of the aristocracy despite being the bastard son of a mistress from a backwater country town. He has stolen, presumably killed, and prostituted himself into favor just so he can reach the one untouched being that had seen him for who he truly was and likewise saved him from giving up on life and death alike at the ripe young age of 15.
That person is Lacie Baskerville and despite not knowing who she was, she has become his everything, his ideal, the person who told him to stop assuming “common sense” and ask why at every opportunity before deciding something is too dirty or low to do just for survival. And he does survive, thanks to her.
It is a shame, however, that despite how intelligent Jack is and can be, he somehow manages to retain his naiveté, his self-imposed innocence and never allows himself to ever be shaped by the world around him except on a very superficial level. In a way, he is the ultimate “acceptor” who just accepts things at face value without any attempt to change things, to take responsibility for his actions, to bear the true price of living, which is -- in simple terms -- to live.
He is, ironically, the being that Oz was (aka, Pandora Heart’s main character) that we are first introduced to at the beginning of present day canon. Jack just lacked the people to tell him to grow up, to move on, to stop pretending that Jack affects no one and nothing and that it’s okay to ask questions, to be angry or hurt or sad.
For a person who is good at telling lies and knowing when others lie, Jack somehow never quite manages to see the whole truth of a matter. He twists the meaning, somehow constantly revolving things around himself and to suit his own needs, but… I suppose that’s what makes a good liar good at what he does.
In reference, the above is simple. When Jack (at a later canon point then the one I am taking him from) learns that Lacie felt lonely dying alone, dying at all, rather than accept those feelings as proof that Lacie had loved him in her own fashion, as a gift from beyond the grave, he vows to bring the world to Lacie that she may never be lonely again. Sadly, there is no Lacie left, her soul shredded down into nothingness. That is a truth that Jack conveniently forgets because, to him, he’d rather destroy everyone, then live and die and live again to never be reunited with her at a later time.
He is fixated, he is obsessed, he can see no light other then Lacie in his mind despite his friendship with Oswald, with others of his acquaintance. He is blind by stupid idealism. But he is also conflicted because he did first think to seek out Oswald’s aid, to question (incredulously) why Oswald wouldn’t help him sink the world into the Abyss, why he might refuse… ah, but he knows the reason why. Oswald is no longer Oswald. Oswald died that day, just like Lacie, when he assumed the title of Glen and the souls of all the previous Glens.
It was an easy thing to dismiss Oswald’s concerns after that, even as he pretended to stay by his side in full friendship.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Jack is talented, full of ability and promise. He is sharp enough to travel through the aristocracy at ease. He is dexterous enough to take what he needs from people when he needs it, and likewise dexterous enough to master a foreign instrument, to ply the tools of an honest trade (a music box maker). He is often seen as light, both in appearance (blond and green eyed) and demeanor (constantly cheerful and laid back, lackadaisical almost even in the face of being stepped on and threatened, usually by Lottie). He adores climbing trees, claiming it’s his specialty.
In truth, Jack is like a puppy, senselessly loyal, moving from one extreme of emotion (constantly happy) to desolate (the death of Lacie). He is easily manipulated (Levi, the previous Glen, feeds him information, wanting Jack to continue his work to bring Glen’s life and duty to an end, having been through at least five previous iterations of his life before that) and yet not (still water that neither ripples nor stirs, he is stagnant).
Jack is a contradiction, showing one thing, deeply twisted beneath the surface of pure reflecting light. And if you can pierce through it, if you can see past that mirror he holds up for the world to see, well…
Those are the ones he has difficulty accepting, difficulty letting go. They are the ones who, finally, get Jack to show his true self to, much like Oswald did though he, himself did not know how to be a true friend, how to voice those doubts out loud and question Jack without mercy. It’s honestly a shame that the people like Oswald could not be forewarned ahead of time. It would have saved so much pain and grief.
AU Information: n/a
Character Abilities: At the time of apping, Jack is proficient in court manners, musicianship, swordsmanship, and various street necessary skills such as lying, murder (implied) and stealing. If, at a later date, I decide to canon-update him, he may acquire the B-Rabbit which is a chain (aka weapon) in his home world capable of destroying said world. More detail will be provided at that time.
Character Inventory: A musical pocket watch, the clothes on his back, and likely a few oranges stuffed in a pocket.
Samples:
Threads:
1. Test Drive Meme: with particular attention to non-castmates such as here and here since I had not yet started my canon review when I started these threads.
2. Marina's 4th Wall - Closest to how Jack would act from this canon point. (technically from a few months after Lacie's death)
Third Person Introspection Sample:
Sun dappled green, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. These sights, these sounds, they were lost on Jack as he quietly picked apart the inner workings of a conversation held only a handful of days ago, of the nuance and tone of Lacie’s voice as she repeated her request, as she asked Jack to stay away.
Just one week, that was all. After 8 years, one week was hardly worth regretting.
But there was an ache in his heart and it was perplexing. He yearned and yet he felt unease. The answer was simple: she had lied. But he was nothing, if not patient. He would neither push nor demand. To do one or the other, he knew, he sensed, would destroy what little they had.
Rolling over, Jack plucked up a blade of grass, splitting it between his nimble fingers, braiding the strands into a knot as jumbled as the thoughts in his head.
How much longer must he wait? How much longer must he replay the sound of her voice and – however brief, however taboo – the feeling of her body pressed against his as he held her, embraced her? It had been but the once and yet he cherished it. No more would he demand other than that brief hug. To do more was to risk everything.
So he stopped, fingers falling silent as the settled on his chest, as his eyes were drawn once more to the sky above, unseeing. No risk, now worry, no unsettling fears. He would wait and after the seven days were gone, he would visit the mansion again. He would smile cheerfully at Oswald and wave to Lacie. They would sit by the pond and have a picnic, just the three of them. He would regal them with stories and fill in the time with inanity.
It would be enough; he would be content.
He would guard against the snags that could rip their tiny world apart because it was… hers.
Player Name: Parsnip
Player Age: 29
Player Contact: Aim: parsnipchan or plurk: parsnip
Player/Character HMD: here
Other characters in game: n/a
IC Information
Character Name: Jack Vessalius
Character Canon: Pandora Hearts
Character Age/Gender: 23 years old
Canon Point: Technically pre-canon but he’s pulled from the flashback arc, mid-chapter 68 when Lacie asks Jack to stay away for a week while the Baskervilles finish setting up the preparations necessary for making Oswald the official head of Baskerville.
Character Canon History: Wikipedia - more history can be provided if necessary.
Character Personality:
No personality section could ever truly begin without first mentioning that Jack is like water, still and deep, unaffected by the world even as it seeps unbeknownst into the deepest cracks and sullied lines of your very being. He is subtle; he is unaffected. He reflects back all of who you are and yet there’s no reflection of Jack in anything that he does.
He is a twisted being, and yet Jack is also the perfect mirror, appearing as you wish to see him because he can read the mood of the people around him with unerring skill. It is how he has risen in the ranks of the aristocracy despite being the bastard son of a mistress from a backwater country town. He has stolen, presumably killed, and prostituted himself into favor just so he can reach the one untouched being that had seen him for who he truly was and likewise saved him from giving up on life and death alike at the ripe young age of 15.
That person is Lacie Baskerville and despite not knowing who she was, she has become his everything, his ideal, the person who told him to stop assuming “common sense” and ask why at every opportunity before deciding something is too dirty or low to do just for survival. And he does survive, thanks to her.
It is a shame, however, that despite how intelligent Jack is and can be, he somehow manages to retain his naiveté, his self-imposed innocence and never allows himself to ever be shaped by the world around him except on a very superficial level. In a way, he is the ultimate “acceptor” who just accepts things at face value without any attempt to change things, to take responsibility for his actions, to bear the true price of living, which is -- in simple terms -- to live.
He is, ironically, the being that Oz was (aka, Pandora Heart’s main character) that we are first introduced to at the beginning of present day canon. Jack just lacked the people to tell him to grow up, to move on, to stop pretending that Jack affects no one and nothing and that it’s okay to ask questions, to be angry or hurt or sad.
For a person who is good at telling lies and knowing when others lie, Jack somehow never quite manages to see the whole truth of a matter. He twists the meaning, somehow constantly revolving things around himself and to suit his own needs, but… I suppose that’s what makes a good liar good at what he does.
In reference, the above is simple. When Jack (at a later canon point then the one I am taking him from) learns that Lacie felt lonely dying alone, dying at all, rather than accept those feelings as proof that Lacie had loved him in her own fashion, as a gift from beyond the grave, he vows to bring the world to Lacie that she may never be lonely again. Sadly, there is no Lacie left, her soul shredded down into nothingness. That is a truth that Jack conveniently forgets because, to him, he’d rather destroy everyone, then live and die and live again to never be reunited with her at a later time.
He is fixated, he is obsessed, he can see no light other then Lacie in his mind despite his friendship with Oswald, with others of his acquaintance. He is blind by stupid idealism. But he is also conflicted because he did first think to seek out Oswald’s aid, to question (incredulously) why Oswald wouldn’t help him sink the world into the Abyss, why he might refuse… ah, but he knows the reason why. Oswald is no longer Oswald. Oswald died that day, just like Lacie, when he assumed the title of Glen and the souls of all the previous Glens.
It was an easy thing to dismiss Oswald’s concerns after that, even as he pretended to stay by his side in full friendship.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Jack is talented, full of ability and promise. He is sharp enough to travel through the aristocracy at ease. He is dexterous enough to take what he needs from people when he needs it, and likewise dexterous enough to master a foreign instrument, to ply the tools of an honest trade (a music box maker). He is often seen as light, both in appearance (blond and green eyed) and demeanor (constantly cheerful and laid back, lackadaisical almost even in the face of being stepped on and threatened, usually by Lottie). He adores climbing trees, claiming it’s his specialty.
In truth, Jack is like a puppy, senselessly loyal, moving from one extreme of emotion (constantly happy) to desolate (the death of Lacie). He is easily manipulated (Levi, the previous Glen, feeds him information, wanting Jack to continue his work to bring Glen’s life and duty to an end, having been through at least five previous iterations of his life before that) and yet not (still water that neither ripples nor stirs, he is stagnant).
Jack is a contradiction, showing one thing, deeply twisted beneath the surface of pure reflecting light. And if you can pierce through it, if you can see past that mirror he holds up for the world to see, well…
Those are the ones he has difficulty accepting, difficulty letting go. They are the ones who, finally, get Jack to show his true self to, much like Oswald did though he, himself did not know how to be a true friend, how to voice those doubts out loud and question Jack without mercy. It’s honestly a shame that the people like Oswald could not be forewarned ahead of time. It would have saved so much pain and grief.
AU Information: n/a
Character Abilities: At the time of apping, Jack is proficient in court manners, musicianship, swordsmanship, and various street necessary skills such as lying, murder (implied) and stealing. If, at a later date, I decide to canon-update him, he may acquire the B-Rabbit which is a chain (aka weapon) in his home world capable of destroying said world. More detail will be provided at that time.
Character Inventory: A musical pocket watch, the clothes on his back, and likely a few oranges stuffed in a pocket.
Samples:
Threads:
1. Test Drive Meme: with particular attention to non-castmates such as here and here since I had not yet started my canon review when I started these threads.
2. Marina's 4th Wall - Closest to how Jack would act from this canon point. (technically from a few months after Lacie's death)
Third Person Introspection Sample:
Sun dappled green, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. These sights, these sounds, they were lost on Jack as he quietly picked apart the inner workings of a conversation held only a handful of days ago, of the nuance and tone of Lacie’s voice as she repeated her request, as she asked Jack to stay away.
Just one week, that was all. After 8 years, one week was hardly worth regretting.
But there was an ache in his heart and it was perplexing. He yearned and yet he felt unease. The answer was simple: she had lied. But he was nothing, if not patient. He would neither push nor demand. To do one or the other, he knew, he sensed, would destroy what little they had.
Rolling over, Jack plucked up a blade of grass, splitting it between his nimble fingers, braiding the strands into a knot as jumbled as the thoughts in his head.
How much longer must he wait? How much longer must he replay the sound of her voice and – however brief, however taboo – the feeling of her body pressed against his as he held her, embraced her? It had been but the once and yet he cherished it. No more would he demand other than that brief hug. To do more was to risk everything.
So he stopped, fingers falling silent as the settled on his chest, as his eyes were drawn once more to the sky above, unseeing. No risk, now worry, no unsettling fears. He would wait and after the seven days were gone, he would visit the mansion again. He would smile cheerfully at Oswald and wave to Lacie. They would sit by the pond and have a picnic, just the three of them. He would regal them with stories and fill in the time with inanity.
It would be enough; he would be content.
He would guard against the snags that could rip their tiny world apart because it was… hers.