He watched Aeni intensely as she delved into her own story a little more. James had asked for it, so of course, he would drink in the information. Although, he found it a little tough to believe. But the woman's body language said nothing of lies being told and she did not seem to hesitate. Although, there seemed to be more to her tale.
He had not missed the way her hand seemed to move on its own, reaching to clasp the red stone that hung around her neck. Now that sparked his interest, gaze lingering on the stone for what could be passed off as simple appreciation. His blonde brow furrowed for a moment, hand coming up to press a finger to his bottom lip as he mused over what she said. He glanced towards Dianne, attempting to gauge what she considered of this tale, but he could not judge her expression clearly. So instead, he filed the information away to scrutinize at a later date.
Dianne was next to speak, responding to Aeni's prompting. James turned his head to watch her as she spoke, offering a smirk when she turned to address him. He choked out a snort of laughter at her words to him.
"Looks like someone can't take a joke," he said before continuing more sincerely, "What kind of job do you have?"
James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before responding to Aeni's own prompting.
"Eh, I prefer to stick around the Wetlands to be honest, there's usually more than enough excitement to be had. I don't usually stray far unless adventure calls for it."
OOC| @aeni @dianne Okay, now look who's not talking. I swear, playing him can be like drawing blood from a stone. >:I
The lack of conversation was positively dull. He felt like screaming at the two, running forward and smashing their heads together to get something out of them. But that would not be very well met, and he was almost certain Dianne - finally she spoke! - had some kind of weapon hidden somewhere behind her.
Maybe Aeni was content with the pace things, but he wasn't. James was not patient, he didn't like playing cat and mouse. Okay, maybe he did but not when one of the game pieces wasn't playing.
He offered a quirk of his lips in return to Aeni's pleasantries, pausing a moment to consider her next words. Avoiding the conflicts of life, ne? He rose one eyebrow, head cocking to the side slightly.
"Oh?" he questioned, prompting her to explain a little more. There was a story there, maybe something he could exploit in the future. Knowledge was power, after all.
Dianne mentioned she was visiting her old home. There was a story there too, perhaps she'd open up a little too with some prompting.
"Feeling homesick, are you?" maybe it was sneered a little. But I never said James was good at conversation and sympathy. He was stuck up and arrogant, and enjoyed nothing more than pulling people's strings to see what wound them up. God forbid he ever struck a nerve - he'd never ever let it go.
Whilst Dianne may be stubborn enough to stay standing, James wasted no time in flopping quite gracefully to the ground. His left knee was pulled into his chest, left arm draped over it whilst his knife was twirled between his fingers like a toy.
He glanced between the two women, taking in their appearances. The shorter of the two had red-brown hair, and she seemed to be quite cautious. She had ignored the other woman's question, offering no response to it. She wore a rose dress and a scarf - the scarf he could understand, but dresses? James didn't get why women always seemed to wear them. Sure, they looked pretty but they were impractical. He was glad he wasn't female. James never could understand the world of femininity, and to be honest he didn't want to.
The taller of the two - also wearing a dress, but even worse, a white one - had brown hair too, but it was highlighted with sun-kissed stands. She was positively beaming. Aeni, she called herself, before bending down to pick up one of those Mekhir creatures. Companions, they both had companions. James didn't. There weren't really any companions to be had in the Wetlands, but then again James didn't particularly want one. Something else to look out for, and he had enough to handle just looking out for himself. But hey, whatever floats your boat.
"James," he said nonchalantly, raising his left hand, knife still in it, to hold up his middle and forefinger in the way of a wave, blade pressed up against his thumb.
"Just exploring," he replied, feeling no need to divulge his life story on his two companions, "What about you two?"
No, he was more interested in them. Especially the quiet one, who hadn't said a word so far beyond greeting. He levelled onto her with a smirk and his cool grey gaze. Your turn.
OOC| @aeni @dianne SORRY FOR THE WAIT but it's here now. If you two ever get fed up of waiting for me, feel free to skip me ~
Things were quiet at the moment, and that was bad. Quiet times meant a bored James, which was even worse. A bored James was bad. Very, very bad. But there was nothing to do. No one around to pester, no plans to orchestrate. So, he wandered. And soon, wandering turned into exploring. Then, exploring brought him here.
It wasn't like he'd never been to the Falls before, it was more like he didn't go anywhere often. Whilst the Wetlands may not be home to a lot of people, he much preferred being there amongst the hustle and bustle of daily life to running through the wilderness. Although, the Wetlands were pretty much that.
The air was warmer here. Clouds drifted overhead, white and fluffy and sickly sweet. He didn't like sweet things. Give him bitter and dark any day. That was probably why he loved Kleava so much. It was cool, dark and dangerous, even without him. Although, that kind of hurt. If he was to disappear right now, no one would notice. Perhaps it was time to fix that... but how?
As he wandered and mused, eyes dancing around to take in the environment but not really registering more than the flicker of movement and sound, he plotted. But there was nothing he could pull on yet. No master plans he could pull together to mess with people. No goals he could set for himself.
Booted feet trod lightly through the vegetation, severely disappointed. James had just bee about to make the short journey back to the marshlands when he heard voices. Just one, at first. Curiosity got the better of him, and gripping a short blade in his left hand, he edged closer until he could make out the words spoken. The wetland was a dangerous place, it set people on edge and made you a little apprehensive about being in the wilderness alone.
Who goes there? James paused again, debating for a moment about whether or not he ought to step forward. The voice was female, as was the one that replied.
A smirk pulled at his lips, this time taking over. James relaxed his body, letting his shoulders slump backwards and previously hunched over posture become upright and confident. He didn't put the blade away, but his grip on it was loose and unthreatening as he stepped forward into view, announcing his presence.
Head tipped to the side as he glanced between the two women, one hand running through the messy blonde hair atop his head.
full name • James Nathanial Lawgren nickname • James, Jamie, Jay age • Twenty birthday • 20th November 1117 gender • Male sexuality • Homosexual abilities • High Resistance occupation • Proffessional Rich Avocado (Unemployed & "looking for work")
overall looks • Blonde hair that does as it wishes, sometimes swept to the side. Storm-blue eyes. Silver ring piercings in right nostril and left earlobe. Five tattoos; one on each middle finger - a skull on the right hand, a cross on the left. An anchor on his right shoulder. On his right tricep is a swallow and three pale cherry blossoms. Beneath it, on the inside of his right forearm is a rose with the script 'Love Forever And Always' above and below it. Clothes-wise, he's perpetually dressed in black boots and dark clothes. Hoodies and jackets over the top of dark - usually black - t-shirts and black trousers or jeans. His favourite are a pair that look like they could be made of leather. Occasionally, there is a splash of light or pale colour.
the companion
species • None
appearance • Nada
drawing • Nope
the personality
likes (four plus)
❖ Attention - good and bad
❖ Hot summer nights
❖ Bitter food
❖ Busy places
❖ Swearing
dislikes (four plus)
❖ Being ignored
❖ Cold
❖ Sweet things
❖ Quiet
❖ Being trapped
strengths (two plus)
❖ Intellect
❖ Charismatic
❖ Observant
❖ Quick-footed
❖ Fearless
weaknesses (two plus)
❖ Not physically strong
❖ Sarcastic
❖ Attention seeking
❖ Impulsive
❖ Manipulative
❖ Overly sensitive
dreams (one plus)
❖ Making a lasting impression
fears (one plus)
❖ Being forgotten in the great scheme of things
overall personality • Desperate to make an impression on society, have his name written down in history so no one will ever forget him, even when death takes him, James is an attention seeker. He craves recognition of any kind, and the negative kind is typically easier to get. Manipulating people, putting his intellect and charisma to foul purpose and typically being an Avocado. James worms his way through life on his estranged father's money with a complete lack of fear. Impulsive to the max, he'll grab an opportunity by its horns and make the most of it. But, underneath the harsh exterior is a fragile soul, one who protects himself to prevent irreparable damage. Already, he hides his sexuality by flirting with women because he fears being ostracized again.
the history
mother • Samuel Lawgren, forty-something & doctor
father • Carolina Lawgren, deceased & unknown
siblings • Not known, but there's probably a half-sibling somewhere
other important people • N/A
birthplace • Kleava Wetlands overall history • Born to a not-so-happy family, James spent most of his early years watching his parents fight and his mother's health deteriorate. It was almost a relief when she passed away - she had treated her son with disdain and towards the end, she downright neglected him. But the boy was an independent child, he could look after himself. So he did. Great grades despite hardly ever showing up for school, many detentions, and horrific behaviour, James was far from an angelic child.
In his teen years, James began exploring his sexuality. Sure, he flirted with the girls - and still does - but men were always more attractive to him. But when his father came home early from a supposed emergency to find his son and his male classmate devouring each other's faces... let's just say things didn't go so well. Once the shouting match and who-can-break-the-most-ugly-but-expensive-decorations contest was over, Samuel ostracized his son before finally kicking him out with a healthy amount of money and instructions to 'find yourself a job and grow up already'. Needless to say, James hasn't done either.
the role player
ooc name • Moseley experience • 3/4/5 years? other characters • None. Yet. >.>
Maybe. I mean, Arialya is one of my ooc names. VWW linked its ussually Leesee though. But also maybe not. I’ll decide what I’m the world I’m thinking later.
. Just fyi guys i hope these are all your ooc accounts because... surprises!!
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