Bete Noire App
1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Brim brimsd
Current characters in Bete Noire: Nada.
2. Character Information
Name: Dr. Daniel Jackson, PhD.
Livejournal Username: pieceofourleg
Fandom: Stargate
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94631747/23721692
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Daniel looks surprisingly young for his age. He is 43 years old. Overall he is has an athletic appearance and surprisingly muscular for a nerd. He has short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin.
History: http://www.stargate-sg1-solutions.com/wiki/Daniel_Jackson (Most compressive history and bio.)
Please note that this Daniel Jackson is a from a canon biased alternate time line, taking place during the movie Stargate: Continuum. Daniel is from the original continuity timeline that as flung into an alternate timeline created by the actions of the Goa’uld Baal. While in that time line, Daniel lost his left foot and leg up to the knee due to frostbite. He now wears a prosthetic and walks only with a slight limp though he sometimes requires the use of a cane. Specifically, he is taken from after the Goa’uld finally make themselves known to this alternate Earth and he gets to say “I told you so,” to the top brass.
Personality:
Daniel likes to see the best in everyone. He’s caring, compassionate, and passionate. Above all, he wants to understand, both people and the past. Since the death of his parents he had always felt out of place and left out from the rest of the world. In many ways, that is what helped jump start his interest in archeology as it made him feel closer to his parents. He is a man that is used to being shunned and outcasted because of his opinions and theories. He spent the majority of his life fighting tooth and nail for what he believed in. He fought first among academics then later on countless battlefields across the galaxy. Even as a warrior, he prefers not to kill at all if a conflict can be resolved non-violently.
His core beliefs revolve around a strong moral compass, in doing what’s right. An idealist by nature, he believes in the strength of the human spirit. Despite accomplishing much in his life… he still has a lingering doubt of failure. For everything he’s done, he has still lost much and never seems able to completely forgive himself for that. No matter how much good he does, he will still inwardly crucify himself the smallest fault, the smallest failure.
He has the type of personality that inspires trust in those around him. Sometimes the complete trust of a total stranger. That said, he finds it hard to let anyone get too close. The one person he let in fully was his wife, Sha’re, their life was happy until she was taken from him and later killed. The wound left in his heart never fully healed, as a result he keeps anyone that might be ‘true love’ at arms length. Out of fear of being hurt once again.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: As an academic and anthropologist, he can openly talk about sex and every kink in the world without so much as a blush. He is often oblivious to others interest in him, though the cause of the obliviousness varies depending on the person in question.
Pansexual is the easiest way to describe his orientation. For him, it’s more about who the person is on the inside than what they look like or even their gender. Personally, he objects to being labeled based on sexual preference. Oddly enough, he will sometimes seem almost asexual when he is hard at work on a translation, archeological dig or any sort of puzzle. The man has a sexual "off" switch.
Powers: It’s not so much of a power but… Daniel has come back from the dead on more than one occasion. He has been able to ascend to a higher plane of existence twice. He did eventually return to his human form both times, however.
Reason for playing: Well, primarily, his voice flows very easily for me. He is also used to being in strange places with strange people; it makes him ideal for any panfandom game.
And being Goddamn sexy doesn’t hurt either.
5. Samples
First-Person: (5-10 sentences)
Um… This-This definitely is different.
Not that I’m complaining. I really, really appreciate not getting shot at. Your city seems… uh, nice. But could somebody point me in the direction of the nearest phone, this is kind of important. I was kind of in the middle of something.
Third-Person: (200 words minimum)
Story of his life, no body bothered to listen to him, wrote him off as a nut job and look what happened. He was right. Again.
This really was starting to get old, not that he couldn’t understand their position, no, he understood it perfectly. And that, my friend, is the problem. They awarded priority to themselves without even bothering to look at the bigger picture. Self-centered egotistical sons of-
Dammit, he’s channeling Jack again.
Well, then again, this situation did call for it. They didn’t listen and now they want their help to fix the mess. Though, he had to admit, saying ‘I told you so’ to the president was pretty satisfying.
Before long he found himself on a jet with Cam, speeding their way to help this ungrateful version of Earth. He still isn’t sure how or why it happened, but somehow he suddenly got ejected from the F-15 jet. He landed hard on pavement that sure as hell wasn’t underneath the plane just a few moments ago.
He battled himself free of the contraption, stumbled and fell. He bit back a curse then rose to meet his surroundings. A long road lay in front of him, in the distance he could see a city stretched out. He took a moment to salvage what remained of his gear. He glanced one way then the other, then seeing no other viable options… began to walk toward the expense.
Third-Person #2: (200 words minimum)
Old brick work of long forgotten temples.
It had started with her agreeing to accompany him on one of his explorations outside the city. She had craved knowledge of her peoples past as much as he did. Even so, at times, she seemed to grow frustrated with him. His attention spent on old stones. And they would argue.
He had been in the middle of explaining the purpose of the old ruined temple when he felt her body press up against him. Her goal in life, it sometimes seemed, was to strike him speechless.
Oh, god… was she good at it.
Dazed after her first assault of passionate kisses, he would often find himself nearly, if not completely undressed and wrapped in her arms before his brain caught up with his body. It was a game they played, like any young lovers. Whoever wore out first, from the constant pleasurable assault to their senses, would lose their argument. And they both hated to lose.
"Sha’re…" he would whisper lovingly into her ear. He was never one to just let a challenge rest. While she was still drunk with her pleasure, he would lower his hand; rub furiously at an oversensitive spot. He was never satisfied until she clung helplessly on to him and gasped his name.
Their arguments were like no other, and how he loved to get the last word.
Name (or internet handle): Brim brimsd
Current characters in Bete Noire: Nada.
2. Character Information
Name: Dr. Daniel Jackson, PhD.
Livejournal Username: pieceofourleg
Fandom: Stargate
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94631747/23721692
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Daniel looks surprisingly young for his age. He is 43 years old. Overall he is has an athletic appearance and surprisingly muscular for a nerd. He has short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin.
History: http://www.stargate-sg1-solutions.com/wiki/Daniel_Jackson (Most compressive history and bio.)
Please note that this Daniel Jackson is a from a canon biased alternate time line, taking place during the movie Stargate: Continuum. Daniel is from the original continuity timeline that as flung into an alternate timeline created by the actions of the Goa’uld Baal. While in that time line, Daniel lost his left foot and leg up to the knee due to frostbite. He now wears a prosthetic and walks only with a slight limp though he sometimes requires the use of a cane. Specifically, he is taken from after the Goa’uld finally make themselves known to this alternate Earth and he gets to say “I told you so,” to the top brass.
Personality:
Daniel likes to see the best in everyone. He’s caring, compassionate, and passionate. Above all, he wants to understand, both people and the past. Since the death of his parents he had always felt out of place and left out from the rest of the world. In many ways, that is what helped jump start his interest in archeology as it made him feel closer to his parents. He is a man that is used to being shunned and outcasted because of his opinions and theories. He spent the majority of his life fighting tooth and nail for what he believed in. He fought first among academics then later on countless battlefields across the galaxy. Even as a warrior, he prefers not to kill at all if a conflict can be resolved non-violently.
His core beliefs revolve around a strong moral compass, in doing what’s right. An idealist by nature, he believes in the strength of the human spirit. Despite accomplishing much in his life… he still has a lingering doubt of failure. For everything he’s done, he has still lost much and never seems able to completely forgive himself for that. No matter how much good he does, he will still inwardly crucify himself the smallest fault, the smallest failure.
He has the type of personality that inspires trust in those around him. Sometimes the complete trust of a total stranger. That said, he finds it hard to let anyone get too close. The one person he let in fully was his wife, Sha’re, their life was happy until she was taken from him and later killed. The wound left in his heart never fully healed, as a result he keeps anyone that might be ‘true love’ at arms length. Out of fear of being hurt once again.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: As an academic and anthropologist, he can openly talk about sex and every kink in the world without so much as a blush. He is often oblivious to others interest in him, though the cause of the obliviousness varies depending on the person in question.
Pansexual is the easiest way to describe his orientation. For him, it’s more about who the person is on the inside than what they look like or even their gender. Personally, he objects to being labeled based on sexual preference. Oddly enough, he will sometimes seem almost asexual when he is hard at work on a translation, archeological dig or any sort of puzzle. The man has a sexual "off" switch.
Powers: It’s not so much of a power but… Daniel has come back from the dead on more than one occasion. He has been able to ascend to a higher plane of existence twice. He did eventually return to his human form both times, however.
Reason for playing: Well, primarily, his voice flows very easily for me. He is also used to being in strange places with strange people; it makes him ideal for any panfandom game.
And being Goddamn sexy doesn’t hurt either.
5. Samples
First-Person: (5-10 sentences)
Um… This-This definitely is different.
Not that I’m complaining. I really, really appreciate not getting shot at. Your city seems… uh, nice. But could somebody point me in the direction of the nearest phone, this is kind of important. I was kind of in the middle of something.
Third-Person: (200 words minimum)
Story of his life, no body bothered to listen to him, wrote him off as a nut job and look what happened. He was right. Again.
This really was starting to get old, not that he couldn’t understand their position, no, he understood it perfectly. And that, my friend, is the problem. They awarded priority to themselves without even bothering to look at the bigger picture. Self-centered egotistical sons of-
Dammit, he’s channeling Jack again.
Well, then again, this situation did call for it. They didn’t listen and now they want their help to fix the mess. Though, he had to admit, saying ‘I told you so’ to the president was pretty satisfying.
Before long he found himself on a jet with Cam, speeding their way to help this ungrateful version of Earth. He still isn’t sure how or why it happened, but somehow he suddenly got ejected from the F-15 jet. He landed hard on pavement that sure as hell wasn’t underneath the plane just a few moments ago.
He battled himself free of the contraption, stumbled and fell. He bit back a curse then rose to meet his surroundings. A long road lay in front of him, in the distance he could see a city stretched out. He took a moment to salvage what remained of his gear. He glanced one way then the other, then seeing no other viable options… began to walk toward the expense.
Third-Person #2: (200 words minimum)
Old brick work of long forgotten temples.
It had started with her agreeing to accompany him on one of his explorations outside the city. She had craved knowledge of her peoples past as much as he did. Even so, at times, she seemed to grow frustrated with him. His attention spent on old stones. And they would argue.
He had been in the middle of explaining the purpose of the old ruined temple when he felt her body press up against him. Her goal in life, it sometimes seemed, was to strike him speechless.
Oh, god… was she good at it.
Dazed after her first assault of passionate kisses, he would often find himself nearly, if not completely undressed and wrapped in her arms before his brain caught up with his body. It was a game they played, like any young lovers. Whoever wore out first, from the constant pleasurable assault to their senses, would lose their argument. And they both hated to lose.
"Sha’re…" he would whisper lovingly into her ear. He was never one to just let a challenge rest. While she was still drunk with her pleasure, he would lower his hand; rub furiously at an oversensitive spot. He was never satisfied until she clung helplessly on to him and gasped his name.
Their arguments were like no other, and how he loved to get the last word.