Jameson Nathaniel Todd

[Jameson Todd]

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{{ Under the Skin }}

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Full Name: Jameson Nathaniel Todd
Nicknames: J.T.
Age: 20
Birthdate: February 14, 1989
Birth Place: Richardson, Texas
Canon?: Yup.


Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance: He has brown eyes, which most of the time pay tribute to his emotions far more than he would like for them to. His hair is brown, a few shades lighter than the color of coffee, and ranges in length, depending on whether or not he feels like getting it cut. He has solid, if not broad, shoulders, and a form which is not particularly slender but which could certainly not be described as large, either. He has slender fingers well-suited for drawing, but he has dreadful handwriting.

His facial expressions vary, but his usual resting expression is a somewhat thoughtful frown. This does not necessarily indicate that he’s actually thinking, it’s simply an expression he’s grown so used to making that it comes to him when he isn’t really thinking about it. When he is pondering something particular, he tends to press his lips together in a thin line, and the frown deepens, the lines on his forehead becoming somewhat more pronounced.



Personality: Jameson is skeptical to the point that if his own mother told him it was raining outside, he’d go out and check for himself before he’d believe it. He questions everything, and forms his own opinions on virtually anything he sees, hears, or tastes. It doesn’t matter whether the reports are good or bad, he has to try things for himself.

While exceptionally horrible at mathematics and science, but he’s a gifted writer, and knows how to make people feel horrible with just a few words. He can portray a positive opinion quite well, too, but he’s far more well-known for his biting sarcasm (which, once you get to know him, is one of his more endearing qualities).

In his personal life, he’s not as hostile as his defense mechanisms usually make him seem. He does have a tendency to employ the use of sarcasm to the extent that it makes other people a little uncomfortable, but he’s usually just trying to be funny, and doesn’t realize that other people might not appreciate some of the comments he makes.

Jameson takes a lot of time to think through most of what he does, and generally isn’t an impulsive guy. He does like to drink (in spite of the legality factor), and occasionally, that will lead to some irresponsible behavior, but when he’s sober, he can keep his head on straight.

He has a very concise, up-front way of talking with people. If he has a question to ask, he’ll ask it, he doesn’t beat around the bush or try and lure information out in round-about tricky approaches. The same goes for personal conversations. He isn’t usually very wily, and while he wouldn’t come right out and ask a girl for sexual favors, he makes no pretenses of good intentions when he has none.

He prefers to keep his own personal matters to himself, and doesn’t like being a part of the news - something uncommon in the world of acting. He likes to keep his private affairs just that - private.

Likes: - Writing
- Watching movies
- Scotch
- Whiskey
- Martinis
- Apple Pie
- Opera
- Classy Women
- Mikaya

Dislikes:
- Hypocrites
- Extremely sweet things
- Egg whites
- Meringue
- The smell of wet dog
- The great global warming swindle
- Wusses
Fears: Clowns, drowning, tight spaces.
Goals: To get famous, have enough money to take care of himself and those he loves, and to figure out how to reconcile his feelings for Mikaya with his logical side, which tells him he really doesn't need to have feelings for her since she's obviously taken.


Family: Jameson lives alone; his mother is still back in California. His father hasn’t been in the picture since he was five, and he has no idea where his dad even is, much less how to contact him.
History: Natalie Hopewell discovered that she was allergic to cats at a very young age. Severely allergic, to the point of being unable to breathe if she was in close proximity to even one of the creatures for very long. Therefore, if she’d known that the party she was attending that fateful night was to be held at the home of the devoted owners of five cats, she probably would have stayed home. But if she had, she most likely wouldn’t have met Bailey Todd, who happened to share her allergy. About an hour into the evening, they both discovered, quite separately, that the congestion, sneezing, and wheezing were far too much to bear, and retreated to the front porch. There, they ran into one another, and proceeded to spend the entire rest of the evening talking.

It was their first encounter, but it was certainly not to be their last. As a matter of fact, Bailey called Natalie the very next day, told her he’d had quite a nice time conversing with her the night before. He asked her out to dinner, and she agreed. The dating process was relatively smooth sailing for Bailey and Natalie, and their respective families expressed concerns at the couple’s apparent lack of disagreement. They never fought, over anything. Not the TV remote, not what to have for dinner, nothing. It seemed unnatural. But when the Todds exchanged vows, it didn’t seem unnatural at all. Nor did the announcement five months later that they were expecting their first child.

Jameson was born ten minutes before the 12 o’clock hour would have marked the end of Valentine’s Day. He was a week early, not nearly early enough to warrant any special medical care, and was taken home three days later. His early childhood was relatively uneventful; it turned out that he’d beaten the odds and shared none of his parents’ many allergies. They had a seemingly charmed life, the happy mother and father and their only son, who was spoiled rotten during his earlier years.

But it was not to last. Bailey Todd, apparently less of a family man than he had originally seemed to be, left one night when Jameson was five. Jameson’s mother was crushed, and spent a few years bordering on depression. She pulled herself out of it, though, and she managed to raise Jameson without him. Jameson grew up without an influential male role model, and has a few personal issues because of it, but has, overall, turned out all right. In high school, he was far more gifted in the realm of language than in the sciences, although he harbored a secret love for theatre that trumped even his desire to write. Keeping his greatest secret on the down-low, he wrote prolifically, trying to hide the fact that he couldn’t hold his own in math and science underneath his many literary attempts, and even had a few things published. Nothing became really well-known, but he made a little extra cash, something that many highschoolers find quite valuable.

When he graduated, his mother decided to move away from Texas, where she’d met his father, and headed out to California. It was an amazing opportunity for Jameson, whose love for theatre and acting had never dwindled. He didn’t actually get up the guts to audition for anything until he was nineteen, though, and aside from a few commercials, this show is the first thing he’s really been in. He moved from California back to Texas to take the role of Edward Thomson, and is finding the life of an actor almost everything he dreamed that it would be – aside from his unrequited feelings for Mikaya, that is.



Anything Else: Nurp

{{ Behind the Mask }}

Name: Kendall (Kenzie)
Age/Gender: 21/Female
RP Experience:Ten years
Activity: I fly like paper, get high like planes
Tell Me a Secret: Private practice.
RP Sample: Sometimes, Jameson thought he wasn’t any worse for having been abandoned before his sixth birthday by the man who was supposed to have raised him. There were times when he felt lonely, lost, and saddened by the fact that he hadn’t had the childhood that so many other young men had, but sometimes, on days like this, he felt completely whole. He felt as if he could be who he was without ever worrying about people disliking him for it; felt like he wasn’t lacking anything, needed nothing more to complete himself. He had friends, he had love, he had everything he could possibly want. Who needed a father when he had all of that?

And that was when the director called “Cut!” and Jameson was brutally drawn back to the real world, in which he was lucky if he could match his socks together in the morning. This world, the one he really lived in, where the girl he loved wasn’t his like he pretended she was, she was someone else’s, and she went home to him at the end of the day, not to Jameson. This was his life. He was an actor, he couldn’t literally become the person he pretended to be. But god, sometimes he wished more than anything that he could be Edward Thomson, with his perfect life, his athletic ability, his amazing girlfriend, his loving family. But such were the injustices of life – Jameson’s life, anyway. He pulled himself back out of the world he wished was his own, and made his way to the back of the set, where he dug his lunch out of the minifridge and went off to find somewhere to sit and eat it.

Edward Thomson didn’t have to wish he had someone to eat with at lunch. Edward Thomson had better lunches than tuna fish on stale wheat bread and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips. Edward Thomson was everything Jameson wished he could be – and everything he knew he never would.

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