REVOLUTIONIST, jamison arthur
posted Jan 19, 2019 15:51:32 GMT -6
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JAMISON ARTHUR
JAMISON ARTHUR
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JAMISON ARTHUR
LOOKS LIKE GINTOKI SAKATA FROM GINTAMA
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT JAMISON
ABOUT JAMISON
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JAMES / ARTY
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JAMES / ARTY
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24 YEARS OLD
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24 YEARS OLD
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MALE
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MALE
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HE/HIM
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HE/HIM
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROROMANTIC
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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AUGUST 05
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AUGUST 05
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LEO
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LEO
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SINGER / MEDIC
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SINGER / MEDIC
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Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame. And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name. Set my heart aflame.
Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame. And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name. Set my heart aflame.
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]POSITIVES
Empathetic
Dedicated
Confident
Perceptive
Eloquent
Optimistic
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- Jamison has actual, significant medical training earned through his graduate studies at New York University in Greenwich, NY. While it's verifiable that he was kicked from the program for personal misconduct, the male was once slated for a promising career in pharmaceuticals. To this end, while he doesn't have a degree to prove his legitimacy, Jamison does have the necessary medical knowledge to treat patients assigned through revolution contacts. This lack of official status makes him a perfect resource, given it'd be difficult to connect him to the recovery of any revolution assets.
- Given his mistrust for those that tend to attract questionable wounds, Jamison rarely travels outside of his home for revolution business unless he's adorned in a disguise. This could encompass any business-forward outfit (suit, button-up, etc...) paired with an intricate mask of his choosing. Typically, Jamison is known for his favoritism towards the traditional, Japanese kitsune mask: which has actually earned him a rather interesting moniker amongst the revolutionaries that know him. For those unaware of his true identity, Jamison is known wearily as the Gray Fox.
- When not on call, Jamison earns legitimate money by performing at small venues for restaurants, nightclubs, and cafes. Depending upon the request, Jamison can perform alone -with his acoustic guitar- or alongside a group that he rents for the evening. Either way, it's clear that this is Jamison's second passion aside from helping others through his medical work. The money isn't especially helpful, but it's a nice, relaxed cover for him while the real money rolls in through the backdoor. His voice has promise, mind, but he doesn't want to draw too much attention while working for the revolution. Small gigs are just fine with him.
- Want to know the reason for Jamison's alignment with the revolution? If it wasn't apparent through his biography, his recruitment stemmed largely from his expulsion from NYU. They labeled him for misconduct and purged him from the system for defending his female peers. They were being harassed by a teacher within his program, and Jamison couldn't handle the emotional strain. He eventually snapped and through his act of violence: the university deemed him unstable. He exposed the teacher, but it inevitably cost him his career. The Doctor contacted him soon after and awarded him for his bravery in the face of corruption. He played the gun and when he passed the test, Jamison started aiding the revolution in its goals.
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+Traveling
+Jogging
+Sleeping
+Film Festivals
+Karaoke Night
+Social Events
+Doctor X
+Bourbon
+Fashion
+Reading
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-Aristocrats
-Arrogance
-Selfishness
-Murderers
-Masculinity
-Arachnids
-Fanaticism
-Vegetables
-Gambling
-Corruption
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What have you done..? Were you even thinking? Your career is over, and you know that even your evidence won't be enough to absolve you. The act was heinous, but you swear that he deserved it. He's alive...for that alone he should be grateful to you. You try to reason with the police, you're ignored and tossed into the backseat of a cruiser. Bloodied fingers curl into your palm, and your hardened gaze follows the stretcher that rolls out of the front. The wheels illicit a muffled creak as they're folded underneath and the mobile bed is transferred into the back of the ambulance. A tired sigh escapes you, but a smile touches at the corners of your lip. You're not a murderer, you know what you did wasn't right. But it felt good, and you liked teaching a lesson. Your temple settles against the reinforced glass, and your lids softly fall until your enveloped in darkness. This path has come to its completion, and you're unsure where you're headed. You had a plan, but it vanished with your degree.
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You spend eight months in a correctional facility, surrounded by a fresh crowd of characters. Some are interested in your story, but most leave you alone. For the majority, you don't have much to offer. Besides, you're quiet and avoidable. Never stirring up trouble or causing a ruckus, basically invisible. When it comes time for your release, you've made your decision. You return to your home in Seattle, and you feel the embrace of your family for the first time in a year. They're disappointed in your choices, but they still tell you that they love you. You don't believe them. For a wealthy lineage like yours, you are considered the ultimate disgrace. Thrown out of prestige and left to fend for the scraps like everyone else. They don't even help you find a replacement school, because they know that no one will take you...no one worth bothering with. It breaks your heart, and depression is keen on your mind...but you start to hear whispers. Someone sees promise in you, after hearing you expunge your life story over a couple of drinks at the bar. You think its pity at first, but you soon realize that they see actual value. They want to help you...but they also want to use you. You're okay with that.
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A meeting is arranged with the mysterious doctor, and you're coerced into a game. It's an interesting initiation, and you pass with your life. Loyalty proved, you establish yourself in the organization. When contracts are given, you don't hesitate to repair the wounded. If the Doctor asks it of you, then you will be his healer. His soldiers require a steady hand, and you offer it readily. After awhile you acknowledge that there is real profit and danger to this business. You start wearing a mask and making personal trips. Each service perform increases your equity, and it becomes known that you're worth seeking out. Through your own study you become more knowledgeable, and new procedures become available to your patients. Bullets wounds are no longer a problem, and you suture them easily. Life is good, and you choose to adopt a cover...a dream that you had years before diving into the medical field. You try your hand at singing, and the people love you. You don't capitalize, but you do entertain. Fame is not your objective. You owe the doctor for your second chance, and it'd be shameful to disappoint him: especially when he pays so well for your services. This is where you belong.
What have you done..? Were you even thinking? Your career is over, and you know that even your evidence won't be enough to absolve you. The act was heinous, but you swear that he deserved it. He's alive...for that alone he should be grateful to you. You try to reason with the police, you're ignored and tossed into the backseat of a cruiser. Bloodied fingers curl into your palm, and your hardened gaze follows the stretcher that rolls out of the front. The wheels illicit a muffled creak as they're folded underneath and the mobile bed is transferred into the back of the ambulance. A tired sigh escapes you, but a smile touches at the corners of your lip. You're not a murderer, you know what you did wasn't right. But it felt good, and you liked teaching a lesson. Your temple settles against the reinforced glass, and your lids softly fall until your enveloped in darkness. This path has come to its completion, and you're unsure where you're headed. You had a plan, but it vanished with your degree.
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You spend eight months in a correctional facility, surrounded by a fresh crowd of characters. Some are interested in your story, but most leave you alone. For the majority, you don't have much to offer. Besides, you're quiet and avoidable. Never stirring up trouble or causing a ruckus, basically invisible. When it comes time for your release, you've made your decision. You return to your home in Seattle, and you feel the embrace of your family for the first time in a year. They're disappointed in your choices, but they still tell you that they love you. You don't believe them. For a wealthy lineage like yours, you are considered the ultimate disgrace. Thrown out of prestige and left to fend for the scraps like everyone else. They don't even help you find a replacement school, because they know that no one will take you...no one worth bothering with. It breaks your heart, and depression is keen on your mind...but you start to hear whispers. Someone sees promise in you, after hearing you expunge your life story over a couple of drinks at the bar. You think its pity at first, but you soon realize that they see actual value. They want to help you...but they also want to use you. You're okay with that.
[break][break]
A meeting is arranged with the mysterious doctor, and you're coerced into a game. It's an interesting initiation, and you pass with your life. Loyalty proved, you establish yourself in the organization. When contracts are given, you don't hesitate to repair the wounded. If the Doctor asks it of you, then you will be his healer. His soldiers require a steady hand, and you offer it readily. After awhile you acknowledge that there is real profit and danger to this business. You start wearing a mask and making personal trips. Each service perform increases your equity, and it becomes known that you're worth seeking out. Through your own study you become more knowledgeable, and new procedures become available to your patients. Bullets wounds are no longer a problem, and you suture them easily. Life is good, and you choose to adopt a cover...a dream that you had years before diving into the medical field. You try your hand at singing, and the people love you. You don't capitalize, but you do entertain. Fame is not your objective. You owe the doctor for your second chance, and it'd be shameful to disappoint him: especially when he pays so well for your services. This is where you belong.
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call me
GAMBIT
call me
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DISCORD + PM
20 YEARS OLD | HE/HIM | GMT |
DISCORD + PM
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