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Character: Patrick Jane
Fandom: the Mentalist
Character Notes:
History: Five years ago, Patrick Jane had a wife and daughter. He had a lucrative job pretending to be a psychic on television. He helped the police out with the occasional case. And then he badmouthed the serial killer Red John during a talk show interview, and he lost all those things.
Coming home to discover his wife and child gruesomely murdered changed him forever. There could be no doubt that it was his fault: Red John left a haunting note and a smilie face in blood upon the wall. Jane had a breakdown, violent and depressive, and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. He stayed there for three months.
Today, he works with the California Bureau of Investigation as a consultant for the serious crimes unit, hoping that his work will one day lead him to Red John. When it does, nothing will stop him from taking his revenge; ordinarily a well-reasoned and nonviolent man, Jane warns Lisbon that he will kill Red John personally, even if it costs him his freedom or his life.
To conceal this serious and deeply damaged nature, Jane persistently laughs, jokes and smiles at everyone he meets, regardless of the circumstances. He's a skilled hypnotist, charismatic in the extreme when he wants to be, disturbingly perceptive and has few qualms about voicing said perceptions. It's easy to be distracted from his morbid past by this clownish behavior, and it's not entirely an act - but every night he worries that his young daughter suffered, and every night he goes to sleep beneath the bloody smile on his wall.
Personality: Patrick Jane is:
--Kind of an asshole.
--Clever.
--Perpetually mischievous.
--Too observant for his own good.
--Outgoing but incredibly private.
--Generous with his time and money.
--Fond of spending time with kids, and gets along well with them.
--Unconcerned about morals but believes strongly in family duty and human decency.
--Desperately lonely but won't admit to it.
--Fixated on revenge.
--Not always willing to give people a second chance.
--A font of in depth and practical information.
--Attached to his co-workers.
--Always willing to make a joke.
Other: God it'll be annoying to try to play his observational skills. I mean, of course I'll talk to other muns a lot. :|;;
And as a side note, he's still wearing his wedding ring. Comments on this are welcome. lol
Additional Links: Look at this man. He is almost unnaturally attractive. (It's the three piece suits, I swear.) ...Oh, you can have an info link, too.
First Person: Well now, this has the potential to be quite interesting.
I say quite, because it's much more likely that you're all delusional rather than telling the truth. I mean, the idea that there really is a cross-dimensional meeting point out there and it's on the internet of all places is... well, it's fantastical, to say the least. But when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth, and all that.
I don't suppose any of you have proof, do you? Anecdotal stories should suffice; I doubt you're up to my standards of deception, even through the medium of text. Professional con artists need not apply, by the way - I've heard all that before. It'd just get tedious.
Third Person: Lisbon liked to ask questions.
It was part of her job, of course - if you weren't curious before you became a cop, you ended up curious eventually anyway. Jane could understand that impulse; he gave in to it most of the time himself, after all. But a lot of the time, Lisbon didn't - a lot of the time, she kept her silence, particularly with him.
Anyone else might have been grateful or respected her for it. Might have let it lie and kept silent. Jane just felt bitter. His family was gone, and it was a splinter under a ragged fingernail, a thorn in his brain, nudging in deeper every day. He didn't need other people's pitying silence driving it in further.
He was self-aware enough to know that Teresa Lisbon didn't deserve his bitterness. She was a good, decent person, and those were rare. Not always honest, but she was a bad enough liar that he knew she wished she could be honest, and that practicality was attractive and interesting on her.
So he brought her closed case donuts. He made her paper jumping frogs behind his back. He pretended to sleep on the office couch because he certainly couldn't at home, he left her the occasional cup of tea, and most of all he answered her unspoken questions sometimes.
Sometimes. Because as much as she deserved it, the truth was his when nothing else was.
Fandom: the Mentalist
Character Notes:
History: Five years ago, Patrick Jane had a wife and daughter. He had a lucrative job pretending to be a psychic on television. He helped the police out with the occasional case. And then he badmouthed the serial killer Red John during a talk show interview, and he lost all those things.
Coming home to discover his wife and child gruesomely murdered changed him forever. There could be no doubt that it was his fault: Red John left a haunting note and a smilie face in blood upon the wall. Jane had a breakdown, violent and depressive, and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. He stayed there for three months.
Today, he works with the California Bureau of Investigation as a consultant for the serious crimes unit, hoping that his work will one day lead him to Red John. When it does, nothing will stop him from taking his revenge; ordinarily a well-reasoned and nonviolent man, Jane warns Lisbon that he will kill Red John personally, even if it costs him his freedom or his life.
To conceal this serious and deeply damaged nature, Jane persistently laughs, jokes and smiles at everyone he meets, regardless of the circumstances. He's a skilled hypnotist, charismatic in the extreme when he wants to be, disturbingly perceptive and has few qualms about voicing said perceptions. It's easy to be distracted from his morbid past by this clownish behavior, and it's not entirely an act - but every night he worries that his young daughter suffered, and every night he goes to sleep beneath the bloody smile on his wall.
Personality: Patrick Jane is:
--Kind of an asshole.
--Clever.
--Perpetually mischievous.
--Too observant for his own good.
--Outgoing but incredibly private.
--Generous with his time and money.
--Fond of spending time with kids, and gets along well with them.
--Unconcerned about morals but believes strongly in family duty and human decency.
--Desperately lonely but won't admit to it.
--Fixated on revenge.
--Not always willing to give people a second chance.
--A font of in depth and practical information.
--Attached to his co-workers.
--Always willing to make a joke.
Other: God it'll be annoying to try to play his observational skills. I mean, of course I'll talk to other muns a lot. :|;;
And as a side note, he's still wearing his wedding ring. Comments on this are welcome. lol
Additional Links: Look at this man. He is almost unnaturally attractive. (It's the three piece suits, I swear.) ...Oh, you can have an info link, too.
First Person: Well now, this has the potential to be quite interesting.
I say quite, because it's much more likely that you're all delusional rather than telling the truth. I mean, the idea that there really is a cross-dimensional meeting point out there and it's on the internet of all places is... well, it's fantastical, to say the least. But when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth, and all that.
I don't suppose any of you have proof, do you? Anecdotal stories should suffice; I doubt you're up to my standards of deception, even through the medium of text. Professional con artists need not apply, by the way - I've heard all that before. It'd just get tedious.
Third Person: Lisbon liked to ask questions.
It was part of her job, of course - if you weren't curious before you became a cop, you ended up curious eventually anyway. Jane could understand that impulse; he gave in to it most of the time himself, after all. But a lot of the time, Lisbon didn't - a lot of the time, she kept her silence, particularly with him.
Anyone else might have been grateful or respected her for it. Might have let it lie and kept silent. Jane just felt bitter. His family was gone, and it was a splinter under a ragged fingernail, a thorn in his brain, nudging in deeper every day. He didn't need other people's pitying silence driving it in further.
He was self-aware enough to know that Teresa Lisbon didn't deserve his bitterness. She was a good, decent person, and those were rare. Not always honest, but she was a bad enough liar that he knew she wished she could be honest, and that practicality was attractive and interesting on her.
So he brought her closed case donuts. He made her paper jumping frogs behind his back. He pretended to sleep on the office couch because he certainly couldn't at home, he left her the occasional cup of tea, and most of all he answered her unspoken questions sometimes.
Sometimes. Because as much as she deserved it, the truth was his when nothing else was.