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Your name: Ca
Your journal: sesemperamabo
Contact: AIM: n0tJesus ; Plurk: menaceonkeys ; email: cltonabun@gmail.com
Other characters played at Passing:
Character name: Duffy, neé Stephen Alexander Durfey
Character fandom: Original
Version: V1
Canon point:
Importing development from old game? He dated justjack_really for almost a year on sixwordstories and I have the mun's permission to carry on their relationship in game.
Background:
Duffy was raised by his Mom, her brother Jack, and his grandma, affectionately dubbed 'Nana'. Jack goes to prison the same year [1975] Nana dies, thus making childhood hard for Duff to recall. He doesn't use his real name, as you may have noticed. It's a few parts paranoia and a few parts hating it, and all parts not wanting to remember. Not because he's suffered some huge traumatic thing, but just, simply, because he's Sensitive (with capitals).
As a child, he took piano and guitar lessons, and quickly blossomed into a young musician. His mother encouraged it because it kept him out of her way. Soon, the money from his father (whom he's never met) ran out as he stopped paying child support when Duffy turned 10, and so he continued his love for music independently.
Having never been coddled, and having to deal with his mother's weekly "suitors" and rampant alcoholism all his life, Duffy is saddled with a savior complex and a rash independence that can often hurt him.
As also may have been brought to your attention: Duffy has no left arm. It happened in a DUI accident just "three years" ago (for him this would be 1984). He was in the passenger's side when his boyfriend at the time (Sean Greene) drove [drunkenly] into a light pole. His arm was insalvageable and had to be amputated [just above the elbow].
Okay the rest will be bullets since I'm lazy fais and that was all CP'd from his journal profile.
A little about Sean, the kid he dated in high school:
+ Sean was controlling and sometimes physically abusive.
+ He was certainly emotionally abusive.
+ Duffy was reliant on him up until the accident, after which Sean never talked to him again.
+ They dated for two years (1982-1984)
SWS:
+ He mets Jack Havemeyer (1986)
+ He starts dating him
+ He moves to Long Beach to be closer to him.
+ He never actually moves in but he stays there most nights.
(Here it shall be noted that his best friend in SWS was Sirius Black and so he had access to the Floo Network. But I'm editting that to say he moved to California instead of travelling that far. Since it makes no sense lmfao.)
+ Slowly, he starts realizing how late Jack goes out. And he wonders if Jack is cheating on him...
+ But then he finds blood on Jack's clothes. And curiouser still, he finds Jack's supervillain costume.
+ It is now revealed that Jack is a supervillian; he has the power of flight and electromanipulation. And he uses it for evil )8
+ Duffy immediately breaks up with him and puts his apartment up for lease. Basically, flips out.
+ They spend a few months apart but then Duffy comes back to him. Slowly he comes to accept that his life is pale without Jack in it and he wants to help Jack get better.
+ It also becomes startlingly obvious that Jack can't be helped, but Duffy remains in denial.
+ Currently, Duffy remains with Jack in Long Beach but they plan to move to Seattle soon so Jack can reunite with his old "Team" the elite 7, a deadly group of supervillains.
+ He looks after Jack's dog (affectionately named 'Dog') who he bought for Jack in the first place. He's a pitbull terrior with blue eyes. Not that anyone cares.
+ He works at a small fabric shop called Esme's and aspires to open his own clothing line, Stephen & Alexis. Jack has offered him the money to start it but Duffy insists it's a loan.
Um, ask me more if there are any questions.
Personality: Duffy is a young twenty. He looks young and his life often has no direction. And he's extremely co-dependent. Having never been shown real affection by his mother and never having known his father, the attention he gets from males is something he constantly craves. That said he is very self-sufficient and he doesn't let one-armedness slow him down. Duffy has a lot of ~feelings~ and can very much act like a girl a lot of the time. He overreacts and can be very dramatic about stupid things. But when it comes around to serious topics, he tries his very best to be mature. He often jokes even in these settings because he's a nervous person by nature but he knows when the joking should stop. He just sometimes overlooks it.
Duffy is at his very core, a dreamer. He likes to think the best of people and their surroundings. He remains forever the optimist even after all the crazy shit he's been through. But when he wants to do something, and really wants to do it, nothing can stop him. This is how he relearned guitar after no one said he could, and how he makes clothes. He just does the impossible because he doesn't accept the alternative.
He has an intense phobia of driving/being driven after Sean lost him his arm. It takes a lot to get him in a car but he will do it and even grin and bear it if you mean enough to him. He also gets attached to people very quickly and easily and loves meeting people and making friends. He's a lot more subdued than he was before meeting Jack, and he has a bit of battered women's syndrome (Jack would never actually hurt him but he's very controlling and rash). But he's very warm and welcoming despite all that.
He also has a self-deprecating sense of humor and will be the first to break the ice with a stupid joke. He mentions his missing arm a lot as a way to dispel tension and make it a complete nonissue. He doesn't really find anything regarding his arm rude, but if you ask him how it happened he's likely to tell you he lost it in a battle with a swordfish.
I almost forgot to mention that he is ED-NOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified). Mostly ana tendencies. I will clearly label anything that might trigger though I don't see it coming up all that often. He will most likely just refuse to eat in front of people and that sort of thing.
Abilities: As I mentioned above, he can play guitar one-handed, this is through a series of clamps and rigging he made himself. Because this slows him down, he can't play faster tunes than say, Smoke on the Water, and so his playing tends to have a haunting feel. He also still plays piano and sings. But never in public. He'll only play in front of people if he really trusts them.
Duffy makes clothes for a living and is pretty adept with a sewing machine. Oh, and his singing voice sounds like Daniel Johns of Silverchair. If you .. care lmao.
Writing sample:
It seems like Duffy is only ever at Jack's place when Jack himself is absent. He doesn't mind, anymore, waking up to the scent of the other man and something deeper; darker. And there's always coffee left brewing in the kitchen.
He knows Dog doesn't mind the company as he curls himself around Duffy's ankles, begging for food. Duffy might eventually make himself a sandwich, only to feed it to the thieving canine.
He's taken to doing little things, when Jack isn't there. Just fucking, he reminds himself. They're just fucking, but he knows Jack isn't taking care of himself. He scrubs some red out of the shower, and the sink, and the mirror, not letting himself register what it is. When he's done, he leaves a post-it in his weird scrawly writing--
You'll get tetanus if you carry on this way, Jackie
-D
After a while, he realizes there's no food in Jack's apartment. It perhaps takes him longer to recognize the lack considering his own poor eating habits, but he knows Jack must be getting take-out or forgoing dinner all together at night. so he starts making up frozen dinners with little labels. And he always leaves a post-it on the fridge before he goes--
Pork chops tonight again, sorry. They'll go bad if you don't cook them, and I'm sure Dog won't mind.
-D
Though sometimes, he does wake up, curling around Jack after he knows he's too exhausted to move away. He's still warm from the kill, though he lets it up to the humid air lately, ignoring the light matt of Jack's hair as he cards his hand through it gently.
He changes the sheets the next morning, when Jack is at work. They smell of sex and hairgel and mundane things, but that metallicism lingers. He can't get it out. He's stopped trying. It's the sort of smell Febreeze won't touch and he's not sure he wants to, really.
Call an electrician, honey.
-D he leaves by the phone. There are wires coming out of the wall, and Jack's been too tired to fix it. Just a little joke, but he doesn't like the darkness, either.
Dog knows there's something wrong and he whines as Duffy's leaving, barks violently; desperately when the one-armed man keys the lock. His heart wrenches, but he can't be there when Jack gets back.
They have an arrangement.
How was your day?
-D he leaves on the door, brushing some water out of his eye. It's not a tear, just sweat from the hot August sun.
Why aren't I enough? he thinks, as he floos home, almost botching his own address. He thinks he knows the answer.
He sits by Dog on the floor, watching I Love Lucy and patting the dog absently. He's whining for something, but Duffy doesn't want to go outside. Not when he knows what's out there. --Harkness, his mind supplies, and he shudders. Dog shuts up.
I think Dog is sad.
-D It gets crumpled at the bottom of Dog's bed, and Duffy wonders if Jack ever even sees it, or even really cares.
One morning is brighter than most, and he realizes Jack's left the curtains drawn, a modest breakfast lying nearby on a warming plate. He feels so incredibly touched he actually cries, feeding the meager meal to the mutt that's curled into his side as he sips at the coffee. Jack makes perfect coffee--
You make perfect coffee, Jackie, thank you.
-D
He wonders if Jack knows that means he didn't eat the rest, and hopes, panic blinding him for a split second, that it doesn't. When he finally has the energy to make his jello legs move, he pushes himself off Jack's bed and into the closet to find something to wear. He doesn't care that Jack's clothes hang all wrong and make him feel like a dwarf. They smell like him, like dolphins and sweat, the sea and something faint he recognizes as camera dust. Like murder.
Duffy shudders, pushing past a pale plaid for the darker one he favors, and there it is. As if he expected it to be missing, Jack's ever-present villain costume stares back, mocking this 1950s lifestyle he's adapted to-- maybe even, come to love.
Stay safe tonight ♥ he leaves on the hanger, buttoning up the green plaid shirt and tying it in the back. Like teenaged girls do to show more skin, but he just wants it snugger, closer to his skin.
He closes the closet door and moves to clean up the mess Dog's made of Jack's heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Duffy wakes up again that night, Jack's leg is shaking. He moves a little closer, settling his hand over Jack's arm, only to have it shoved away. He'd been expecting it, but he frowns anyway.
"Are you alright, honey? Are you hurt?" Jack just grits his teeth, eyes glassy as they stare at the ceiling in the dark. Duffy wants to see them, wants to know what Jack's been thinking.
"Go to bed, Duffy." His frown darkens and he tries to curl in closer, only to be pushed away again, gentler this time. "Don't touch me."
Duffy rolls away and tries not to feel so bloody cold.
The morning brings more bright sunlight, streaming in his window, drawing attention to a splash of green on the comforter.
I'm sorry is all it says. Duffy crumples it up and shoves it in his pocket, leaving right after feeding Dog, that day.
The next time he's there, Jack's already left, and it makes him angry. Irrationally so.
Don't fucking apologize unless you mean it-
D he leaves, on the table they put together that one afternoon, so long ago.
He thinks it's childish, this note-leaving. But he doesn't see another way. And he's become complacent with this, likes this splindly foundation they've built, despite his best efforts to hate the killer that fucks him; that loves him.
The next morning is like every other: empty, soft bed, covered in sex and blood and Jack. And Dog-hair, faintly, he recalls. There's something red on the window, and he wonders how blood got there. He gets up to examine it, and part of him thinks this shouldn't be so commonplace-- hunting down the blood spatter in Jack's apartment, but it's another note.
I love you it says, and there's even a little "J" at the bottom. He smiles softly, biting at his lip as he reads the note a few thousand times before turning back into the hall.
Yellow, green, orange.. like some awful caterpillar on the wall. Post-its everywhere, and he knows he'll be the one to clean this up. Every one reads the same, and there's even a pink one on the bathroom mirror.
I love you, Duffy.
-J
It's how he knows Jack's made a horrible mistake.
Voice sample: http://justjack-really.livejournal.com/11957.html (you can stop reading when it gets to sexytiems but this was how Jack and Duffy got back together).
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/22546510.html?thread=727016014#t727016014
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/24250139.html?thread=783479579#t783479579
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/24250139.html?thread=783689243#t783689243
and this epic Sirius thread: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/17110602.html
Sorry those are...really schizophrenic lmao.
Your journal: sesemperamabo
Contact: AIM: n0tJesus ; Plurk: menaceonkeys ; email: cltonabun@gmail.com
Other characters played at Passing:
Character name: Duffy, neé Stephen Alexander Durfey
Character fandom: Original
Version: V1
Canon point:
Importing development from old game? He dated justjack_really for almost a year on sixwordstories and I have the mun's permission to carry on their relationship in game.
Background:
Duffy was raised by his Mom, her brother Jack, and his grandma, affectionately dubbed 'Nana'. Jack goes to prison the same year [1975] Nana dies, thus making childhood hard for Duff to recall. He doesn't use his real name, as you may have noticed. It's a few parts paranoia and a few parts hating it, and all parts not wanting to remember. Not because he's suffered some huge traumatic thing, but just, simply, because he's Sensitive (with capitals).
As a child, he took piano and guitar lessons, and quickly blossomed into a young musician. His mother encouraged it because it kept him out of her way. Soon, the money from his father (whom he's never met) ran out as he stopped paying child support when Duffy turned 10, and so he continued his love for music independently.
Having never been coddled, and having to deal with his mother's weekly "suitors" and rampant alcoholism all his life, Duffy is saddled with a savior complex and a rash independence that can often hurt him.
As also may have been brought to your attention: Duffy has no left arm. It happened in a DUI accident just "three years" ago (for him this would be 1984). He was in the passenger's side when his boyfriend at the time (Sean Greene) drove [drunkenly] into a light pole. His arm was insalvageable and had to be amputated [just above the elbow].
Okay the rest will be bullets since I'm lazy fais and that was all CP'd from his journal profile.
A little about Sean, the kid he dated in high school:
+ Sean was controlling and sometimes physically abusive.
+ He was certainly emotionally abusive.
+ Duffy was reliant on him up until the accident, after which Sean never talked to him again.
+ They dated for two years (1982-1984)
SWS:
+ He mets Jack Havemeyer (1986)
+ He starts dating him
+ He moves to Long Beach to be closer to him.
+ He never actually moves in but he stays there most nights.
(Here it shall be noted that his best friend in SWS was Sirius Black and so he had access to the Floo Network. But I'm editting that to say he moved to California instead of travelling that far. Since it makes no sense lmfao.)
+ Slowly, he starts realizing how late Jack goes out. And he wonders if Jack is cheating on him...
+ But then he finds blood on Jack's clothes. And curiouser still, he finds Jack's supervillain costume.
+ It is now revealed that Jack is a supervillian; he has the power of flight and electromanipulation. And he uses it for evil )8
+ Duffy immediately breaks up with him and puts his apartment up for lease. Basically, flips out.
+ They spend a few months apart but then Duffy comes back to him. Slowly he comes to accept that his life is pale without Jack in it and he wants to help Jack get better.
+ It also becomes startlingly obvious that Jack can't be helped, but Duffy remains in denial.
+ Currently, Duffy remains with Jack in Long Beach but they plan to move to Seattle soon so Jack can reunite with his old "Team" the elite 7, a deadly group of supervillains.
+ He looks after Jack's dog (affectionately named 'Dog') who he bought for Jack in the first place. He's a pitbull terrior with blue eyes. Not that anyone cares.
+ He works at a small fabric shop called Esme's and aspires to open his own clothing line, Stephen & Alexis. Jack has offered him the money to start it but Duffy insists it's a loan.
Um, ask me more if there are any questions.
Personality: Duffy is a young twenty. He looks young and his life often has no direction. And he's extremely co-dependent. Having never been shown real affection by his mother and never having known his father, the attention he gets from males is something he constantly craves. That said he is very self-sufficient and he doesn't let one-armedness slow him down. Duffy has a lot of ~feelings~ and can very much act like a girl a lot of the time. He overreacts and can be very dramatic about stupid things. But when it comes around to serious topics, he tries his very best to be mature. He often jokes even in these settings because he's a nervous person by nature but he knows when the joking should stop. He just sometimes overlooks it.
Duffy is at his very core, a dreamer. He likes to think the best of people and their surroundings. He remains forever the optimist even after all the crazy shit he's been through. But when he wants to do something, and really wants to do it, nothing can stop him. This is how he relearned guitar after no one said he could, and how he makes clothes. He just does the impossible because he doesn't accept the alternative.
He has an intense phobia of driving/being driven after Sean lost him his arm. It takes a lot to get him in a car but he will do it and even grin and bear it if you mean enough to him. He also gets attached to people very quickly and easily and loves meeting people and making friends. He's a lot more subdued than he was before meeting Jack, and he has a bit of battered women's syndrome (Jack would never actually hurt him but he's very controlling and rash). But he's very warm and welcoming despite all that.
He also has a self-deprecating sense of humor and will be the first to break the ice with a stupid joke. He mentions his missing arm a lot as a way to dispel tension and make it a complete nonissue. He doesn't really find anything regarding his arm rude, but if you ask him how it happened he's likely to tell you he lost it in a battle with a swordfish.
I almost forgot to mention that he is ED-NOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified). Mostly ana tendencies. I will clearly label anything that might trigger though I don't see it coming up all that often. He will most likely just refuse to eat in front of people and that sort of thing.
Abilities: As I mentioned above, he can play guitar one-handed, this is through a series of clamps and rigging he made himself. Because this slows him down, he can't play faster tunes than say, Smoke on the Water, and so his playing tends to have a haunting feel. He also still plays piano and sings. But never in public. He'll only play in front of people if he really trusts them.
Duffy makes clothes for a living and is pretty adept with a sewing machine. Oh, and his singing voice sounds like Daniel Johns of Silverchair. If you .. care lmao.
Writing sample:
It seems like Duffy is only ever at Jack's place when Jack himself is absent. He doesn't mind, anymore, waking up to the scent of the other man and something deeper; darker. And there's always coffee left brewing in the kitchen.
He knows Dog doesn't mind the company as he curls himself around Duffy's ankles, begging for food. Duffy might eventually make himself a sandwich, only to feed it to the thieving canine.
He's taken to doing little things, when Jack isn't there. Just fucking, he reminds himself. They're just fucking, but he knows Jack isn't taking care of himself. He scrubs some red out of the shower, and the sink, and the mirror, not letting himself register what it is. When he's done, he leaves a post-it in his weird scrawly writing--
You'll get tetanus if you carry on this way, Jackie
-D
After a while, he realizes there's no food in Jack's apartment. It perhaps takes him longer to recognize the lack considering his own poor eating habits, but he knows Jack must be getting take-out or forgoing dinner all together at night. so he starts making up frozen dinners with little labels. And he always leaves a post-it on the fridge before he goes--
Pork chops tonight again, sorry. They'll go bad if you don't cook them, and I'm sure Dog won't mind.
-D
Though sometimes, he does wake up, curling around Jack after he knows he's too exhausted to move away. He's still warm from the kill, though he lets it up to the humid air lately, ignoring the light matt of Jack's hair as he cards his hand through it gently.
He changes the sheets the next morning, when Jack is at work. They smell of sex and hairgel and mundane things, but that metallicism lingers. He can't get it out. He's stopped trying. It's the sort of smell Febreeze won't touch and he's not sure he wants to, really.
Call an electrician, honey.
-D he leaves by the phone. There are wires coming out of the wall, and Jack's been too tired to fix it. Just a little joke, but he doesn't like the darkness, either.
Dog knows there's something wrong and he whines as Duffy's leaving, barks violently; desperately when the one-armed man keys the lock. His heart wrenches, but he can't be there when Jack gets back.
They have an arrangement.
How was your day?
-D he leaves on the door, brushing some water out of his eye. It's not a tear, just sweat from the hot August sun.
Why aren't I enough? he thinks, as he floos home, almost botching his own address. He thinks he knows the answer.
He sits by Dog on the floor, watching I Love Lucy and patting the dog absently. He's whining for something, but Duffy doesn't want to go outside. Not when he knows what's out there. --Harkness, his mind supplies, and he shudders. Dog shuts up.
I think Dog is sad.
-D It gets crumpled at the bottom of Dog's bed, and Duffy wonders if Jack ever even sees it, or even really cares.
One morning is brighter than most, and he realizes Jack's left the curtains drawn, a modest breakfast lying nearby on a warming plate. He feels so incredibly touched he actually cries, feeding the meager meal to the mutt that's curled into his side as he sips at the coffee. Jack makes perfect coffee--
You make perfect coffee, Jackie, thank you.
-D
He wonders if Jack knows that means he didn't eat the rest, and hopes, panic blinding him for a split second, that it doesn't. When he finally has the energy to make his jello legs move, he pushes himself off Jack's bed and into the closet to find something to wear. He doesn't care that Jack's clothes hang all wrong and make him feel like a dwarf. They smell like him, like dolphins and sweat, the sea and something faint he recognizes as camera dust. Like murder.
Duffy shudders, pushing past a pale plaid for the darker one he favors, and there it is. As if he expected it to be missing, Jack's ever-present villain costume stares back, mocking this 1950s lifestyle he's adapted to-- maybe even, come to love.
Stay safe tonight ♥ he leaves on the hanger, buttoning up the green plaid shirt and tying it in the back. Like teenaged girls do to show more skin, but he just wants it snugger, closer to his skin.
He closes the closet door and moves to clean up the mess Dog's made of Jack's heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Duffy wakes up again that night, Jack's leg is shaking. He moves a little closer, settling his hand over Jack's arm, only to have it shoved away. He'd been expecting it, but he frowns anyway.
"Are you alright, honey? Are you hurt?" Jack just grits his teeth, eyes glassy as they stare at the ceiling in the dark. Duffy wants to see them, wants to know what Jack's been thinking.
"Go to bed, Duffy." His frown darkens and he tries to curl in closer, only to be pushed away again, gentler this time. "Don't touch me."
Duffy rolls away and tries not to feel so bloody cold.
The morning brings more bright sunlight, streaming in his window, drawing attention to a splash of green on the comforter.
I'm sorry is all it says. Duffy crumples it up and shoves it in his pocket, leaving right after feeding Dog, that day.
The next time he's there, Jack's already left, and it makes him angry. Irrationally so.
Don't fucking apologize unless you mean it-
D he leaves, on the table they put together that one afternoon, so long ago.
He thinks it's childish, this note-leaving. But he doesn't see another way. And he's become complacent with this, likes this splindly foundation they've built, despite his best efforts to hate the killer that fucks him; that loves him.
The next morning is like every other: empty, soft bed, covered in sex and blood and Jack. And Dog-hair, faintly, he recalls. There's something red on the window, and he wonders how blood got there. He gets up to examine it, and part of him thinks this shouldn't be so commonplace-- hunting down the blood spatter in Jack's apartment, but it's another note.
I love you it says, and there's even a little "J" at the bottom. He smiles softly, biting at his lip as he reads the note a few thousand times before turning back into the hall.
Yellow, green, orange.. like some awful caterpillar on the wall. Post-its everywhere, and he knows he'll be the one to clean this up. Every one reads the same, and there's even a pink one on the bathroom mirror.
I love you, Duffy.
-J
It's how he knows Jack's made a horrible mistake.
Voice sample: http://justjack-really.livejournal.com/11957.html (you can stop reading when it gets to sexytiems but this was how Jack and Duffy got back together).
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/22546510.html?thread=727016014#t727016014
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/24250139.html?thread=783479579#t783479579
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/24250139.html?thread=783689243#t783689243
and this epic Sirius thread: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/17110602.html
Sorry those are...really schizophrenic lmao.