Post by The Illusive Man on Feb 18, 2011 16:23:12 GMT -5
*Name: Andrew James Lawson
*Codename: The Illusive Man
*Aliases: James Andrews
*Age: 37
*Sex: Male
*Eyes: Light shade of blue
*Hair: Black, Short
*Height: 6'2
*Weight: 190
*Build: Average build, some muscle, slightly toned.
Picture:
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Alcoholic, chain smoker, undisclosed amount of money.
Alliance : none
Known Relatives: Mother and Father (alive) believe Andrew is deceased. Sister died at a young age. Shortly after sisters death, Brother committed suicide.
*Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
*Currently Living: Unknown
*Occupation: Previous owner of numerous advertising agency's across the U.S.
*Weakness: Obsessive compulsive, narcissistic, psychopathic tendencies. Also is as vulnerable to death as any other human.
*Classification: Mutant
*Marital Status: Single
*Powers: Telepathy. Telekinesis. Flight.
*Equipment:
Personalized flask filled with Rye Whiskey (specifically Canadian Club), sometimes with Old Fashioned.
*Weapons:
*Personality:
Andrew has an exaggerated sense of self-importance and an excessive need for admiration. He requires attention and has difficulty accepting personal criticism. Andrew also has a limited ability to express warmth or warm feelings and shows excessive perfectionism, stubbornness, indecision, and devotion to details.
Andrew also shows a blatant disregard for others and social rules and morals. His power of self-government is, if not lost, greatly impaired. Andrew is incapable, not of talking or reasoning upon any subject proposed to him, but of conducting himself with decency in the business of life. He lies and feigns emotional feelings to manipulate others. Seeing people as pawns in his own little game of chess. His relationships with others are usually unstable and usually short-lived.
*History:
Up until his high school years in school, Andrew was a straight A student. Never having had any problems with any of his classmates. It wasn't until his summer vacation before 9Th grade, he felt a loss of attention from his parents. That loss of attention was due to his mother giving birth to twins (Johnathon and Nicole).
Gradually becoming more and more irate over his twin siblings being born, Andrew started acting out. Staying out late, getting into fights at school, and soon after his grades started slipping. Andrew would give his parents sob-stories every time, only to find out they showed lack of interest and always sent him to his room. It was in his room, around the time he turned 15, where Andrew discovered his powers.
Using his new found powers, Andrew later felt more alive, untouchable even. Which is where his narcissistic tendencies derived from. Andrew later planned a scheme where he would right all the wrong-doings his family subjected him to. Ultimately convincing his sister to get in her car and drive it off a cliff. A few months later he convinced his brother to commit suicide as well. Making his parents believe Johnathon did it because with his twin sister dead, he wasn't a twin anymore. And the only way for them to be twins again, was for him to join her in death.
With his siblings now deceased, and him now the only child again, Andrew thought things would go back to the way they were before. But they didn't. Their deaths only seemed to make things worse over the next few years. Deciding that things would only progressively get worse, Andrew packed everything he needed and moved away. Shortly after turning 20, Andrew decided it was time for him to attend college. Not having been accepted, he convinced everyone that he belonged there, and attended anyway gaining a masters in both Business and Advertising.
Years after, Andrew became the youngest person to be the Creative Director of a New York advertising agency under the name James Andrews. Feeling that a new life and new responsibilities required a new name. With his new found fame and fortune Andrew, now James, then became partner of his companies firm even starting up his own company in Manhattan at the age of 30.
In the few years that followed, James started feeling a sense of boredom. Needing to know just how many people would actually show up to his funeral, in 2010 he faked his own death. Having transferred his funds to another account, and giving a fake name for his assets after he "died", Andrew Lawson then dropped off the grid.
*Sample RP (Two Paragraphs at least):
Standing infront of his new office building, James looked up at the sign. "Pryce-Andrews Advertising." Suddenly becoming distraught, James adjusted his hat and walked into the building. Stepping off the elevator to his floor, James walks into his office and sets his briefcase on his desk. Taking off his hat and trench coat, he hands them to his secretary, Allison.
"Good morning, Mr. Andrews." She says turning to his coat rack and placing his things on it. "You have a 10:30 with the guys from..." She starts to say before getting cut off.
"Why is this empty?" He asks holding up an empty bottle of whiskey. "Because you drank it all sir." Frustrated enough, he disregards her answer and sets the bottle asside. He uncaps the bottle and pours some into a glass of ice. Setting the bottle aside, he looks down his nose at his secretary as he downs the drink. "Get me Pryce. Now." James says setting his glass down on the small bar.
Unsure how to react, Allison leaves his office closing the door behind her. As soon as it shuts he extends his middle and index finger, raising his glass without touching it, sending it flying against the door, sending shards of glass here and there. Opening the top of a jar, cigarettes are fanned out for him. Grabbing one, he closes the jar, sending the rest back where they were inside. He lights it, and exhales the smoke while looking out to the city. Soon after, he hears a knock at the door.
"You wanted to see me James?" Gary Pryce says entering the office. Hearing a crunch, Gary looks down seeing pieces of glass on the floor. "What happened here?"
Still looking out the window, James exhales more smoke from his cigarette onto the window. "Andrews-Pryce? Why is yourname on my building?" Turning around, he sees a ook of confusion on Gary's face. "This is my new company and my new building. So I ask again. Why is your name on my building?" Without seeing his own face, he can feel the look of frustration he's projecting towards Pryce.
Trying to find the words to explain, Gary places his hands in his pockets. "James..."
"How many times do I have to tell you Gary, you refer to me as Mr. Andrews?!" After putting out his cigarette in an ashtray, James grabs another glass and fills it with ice and whiskey allowing Pryce to continue.
"Mr. Andrews," Pryce says feeling as if the temperature in the room shot up a hundred degrees. "I had no part in that. But I don't know what it is you want me to do about it. It was the board's decision." Hearing Pryce give his explination, James slams half his drink.
"So are you saying the board dosnt believe i can run this new company on my own?" Turning to Pryce, who answers no, James finishes his drink setting the glass of ice on the table he used to make it. "Do you believe I cant run this company? Because it was my understanding that I was being given my own building after the ammount of succes I had. Do you forget that I was the youngest person to be named Creative Director, Gary?" James says shooting Pryce a look of frustration mixed with anger.
"No sir, I hav'nt forgot." Unsure how to react, Pryce adverts his eyes to the shards of glass on the floor. "I dont know what you want me to do Mr. Andrews, like I said it wasnt my decision."
"Of course it wasnt, Gary, you havnt made a viable decision in years." Filling his glass half way with more whiskey, James makes his way to his desk. "As for what I want you do do about it," he says sitting in his high-back chair, "I want you to go down to the board of directors and inform them you are stepping down from your position in this company. Furthermore, you will give them every reason to believe that I can run this branch on my own. I am the future of this company and the building should indicate so."
Finishing his drink, James sets the glass of ice on his desk. Lifting his gaze to Pryce who begins talking. "I will go down to the board of directors and inform them I am stepping down from my position in this company. Furthermore, I will give them every reason to believe you can run this branch on your own. You are the future of this company and the building should indicate so."
As Pryce leaves his office, James opens a drawer in his desk pulling out a folder for his 10:30 meeting. Looking back up he notices the door still slightly open. With a flick of his wrist, the door shuts. James then leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and placing his feet upon his desk. Feeling a sense of empowerment he wants to ride out as long as possible.
*Codename: The Illusive Man
*Aliases: James Andrews
*Age: 37
*Sex: Male
*Eyes: Light shade of blue
*Hair: Black, Short
*Height: 6'2
*Weight: 190
*Build: Average build, some muscle, slightly toned.
Picture:
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Alcoholic, chain smoker, undisclosed amount of money.
Alliance : none
Known Relatives: Mother and Father (alive) believe Andrew is deceased. Sister died at a young age. Shortly after sisters death, Brother committed suicide.
*Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
*Currently Living: Unknown
*Occupation: Previous owner of numerous advertising agency's across the U.S.
*Weakness: Obsessive compulsive, narcissistic, psychopathic tendencies. Also is as vulnerable to death as any other human.
*Classification: Mutant
*Marital Status: Single
*Powers: Telepathy. Telekinesis. Flight.
*Equipment:
Personalized flask filled with Rye Whiskey (specifically Canadian Club), sometimes with Old Fashioned.
*Weapons:
*Personality:
Andrew has an exaggerated sense of self-importance and an excessive need for admiration. He requires attention and has difficulty accepting personal criticism. Andrew also has a limited ability to express warmth or warm feelings and shows excessive perfectionism, stubbornness, indecision, and devotion to details.
Andrew also shows a blatant disregard for others and social rules and morals. His power of self-government is, if not lost, greatly impaired. Andrew is incapable, not of talking or reasoning upon any subject proposed to him, but of conducting himself with decency in the business of life. He lies and feigns emotional feelings to manipulate others. Seeing people as pawns in his own little game of chess. His relationships with others are usually unstable and usually short-lived.
*History:
Up until his high school years in school, Andrew was a straight A student. Never having had any problems with any of his classmates. It wasn't until his summer vacation before 9Th grade, he felt a loss of attention from his parents. That loss of attention was due to his mother giving birth to twins (Johnathon and Nicole).
Gradually becoming more and more irate over his twin siblings being born, Andrew started acting out. Staying out late, getting into fights at school, and soon after his grades started slipping. Andrew would give his parents sob-stories every time, only to find out they showed lack of interest and always sent him to his room. It was in his room, around the time he turned 15, where Andrew discovered his powers.
Using his new found powers, Andrew later felt more alive, untouchable even. Which is where his narcissistic tendencies derived from. Andrew later planned a scheme where he would right all the wrong-doings his family subjected him to. Ultimately convincing his sister to get in her car and drive it off a cliff. A few months later he convinced his brother to commit suicide as well. Making his parents believe Johnathon did it because with his twin sister dead, he wasn't a twin anymore. And the only way for them to be twins again, was for him to join her in death.
With his siblings now deceased, and him now the only child again, Andrew thought things would go back to the way they were before. But they didn't. Their deaths only seemed to make things worse over the next few years. Deciding that things would only progressively get worse, Andrew packed everything he needed and moved away. Shortly after turning 20, Andrew decided it was time for him to attend college. Not having been accepted, he convinced everyone that he belonged there, and attended anyway gaining a masters in both Business and Advertising.
Years after, Andrew became the youngest person to be the Creative Director of a New York advertising agency under the name James Andrews. Feeling that a new life and new responsibilities required a new name. With his new found fame and fortune Andrew, now James, then became partner of his companies firm even starting up his own company in Manhattan at the age of 30.
In the few years that followed, James started feeling a sense of boredom. Needing to know just how many people would actually show up to his funeral, in 2010 he faked his own death. Having transferred his funds to another account, and giving a fake name for his assets after he "died", Andrew Lawson then dropped off the grid.
*Sample RP (Two Paragraphs at least):
Standing infront of his new office building, James looked up at the sign. "Pryce-Andrews Advertising." Suddenly becoming distraught, James adjusted his hat and walked into the building. Stepping off the elevator to his floor, James walks into his office and sets his briefcase on his desk. Taking off his hat and trench coat, he hands them to his secretary, Allison.
"Good morning, Mr. Andrews." She says turning to his coat rack and placing his things on it. "You have a 10:30 with the guys from..." She starts to say before getting cut off.
"Why is this empty?" He asks holding up an empty bottle of whiskey. "Because you drank it all sir." Frustrated enough, he disregards her answer and sets the bottle asside. He uncaps the bottle and pours some into a glass of ice. Setting the bottle aside, he looks down his nose at his secretary as he downs the drink. "Get me Pryce. Now." James says setting his glass down on the small bar.
Unsure how to react, Allison leaves his office closing the door behind her. As soon as it shuts he extends his middle and index finger, raising his glass without touching it, sending it flying against the door, sending shards of glass here and there. Opening the top of a jar, cigarettes are fanned out for him. Grabbing one, he closes the jar, sending the rest back where they were inside. He lights it, and exhales the smoke while looking out to the city. Soon after, he hears a knock at the door.
"You wanted to see me James?" Gary Pryce says entering the office. Hearing a crunch, Gary looks down seeing pieces of glass on the floor. "What happened here?"
Still looking out the window, James exhales more smoke from his cigarette onto the window. "Andrews-Pryce? Why is yourname on my building?" Turning around, he sees a ook of confusion on Gary's face. "This is my new company and my new building. So I ask again. Why is your name on my building?" Without seeing his own face, he can feel the look of frustration he's projecting towards Pryce.
Trying to find the words to explain, Gary places his hands in his pockets. "James..."
"How many times do I have to tell you Gary, you refer to me as Mr. Andrews?!" After putting out his cigarette in an ashtray, James grabs another glass and fills it with ice and whiskey allowing Pryce to continue.
"Mr. Andrews," Pryce says feeling as if the temperature in the room shot up a hundred degrees. "I had no part in that. But I don't know what it is you want me to do about it. It was the board's decision." Hearing Pryce give his explination, James slams half his drink.
"So are you saying the board dosnt believe i can run this new company on my own?" Turning to Pryce, who answers no, James finishes his drink setting the glass of ice on the table he used to make it. "Do you believe I cant run this company? Because it was my understanding that I was being given my own building after the ammount of succes I had. Do you forget that I was the youngest person to be named Creative Director, Gary?" James says shooting Pryce a look of frustration mixed with anger.
"No sir, I hav'nt forgot." Unsure how to react, Pryce adverts his eyes to the shards of glass on the floor. "I dont know what you want me to do Mr. Andrews, like I said it wasnt my decision."
"Of course it wasnt, Gary, you havnt made a viable decision in years." Filling his glass half way with more whiskey, James makes his way to his desk. "As for what I want you do do about it," he says sitting in his high-back chair, "I want you to go down to the board of directors and inform them you are stepping down from your position in this company. Furthermore, you will give them every reason to believe that I can run this branch on my own. I am the future of this company and the building should indicate so."
Finishing his drink, James sets the glass of ice on his desk. Lifting his gaze to Pryce who begins talking. "I will go down to the board of directors and inform them I am stepping down from my position in this company. Furthermore, I will give them every reason to believe you can run this branch on your own. You are the future of this company and the building should indicate so."
As Pryce leaves his office, James opens a drawer in his desk pulling out a folder for his 10:30 meeting. Looking back up he notices the door still slightly open. With a flick of his wrist, the door shuts. James then leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and placing his feet upon his desk. Feeling a sense of empowerment he wants to ride out as long as possible.