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Tweak says, "princess is in another castle"

jason white ◦ gandalf (beardlesswizard) wrote,
@ 2009-05-05 23:30:00

ourtruemods | Jason White


			Jason White (Gandalf) Basics Name: Jason Arthur White Reincarnation: Gandalf. Yes, the Gandalf. Age/Birthday: 34 / May 2nd 1975 Sexuality: Homosexual Status: Taken, by Christian Sheffield. Occupation: Agency Caretaker. I also act as the Agency/Camelot Liaison during wartime. Home(s): I’ve lived all over the place: Los Angeles, New York, Moscow, Mexico City, Paris, Amsterdam, Milan. But a few years ago, I came home to London, and I’ve been here ever since. Details Usual Clothing: Normally, I’m dressed fairly well. Suits, and that sort of thing. As professional as I try to look, I hate ties. And those ridiculous, shiny shoes that most men wear when they’re trying to be ‘dressed up’. Doesn’t matter what I’m in, you will never see me in anything other than sneakers. Appearance: Hmmm. I’m 6’1” and I try to stay in shape. Morning jogs, vitamins, that sort of thing. Features wise I’ve got brown hair, blue eyes, and dashing good looks. No beard, though. That’s pushing the whole characterization thing a little too far. I’m just hoping that my hair doesn’t go gray. That’d be highly unfortunate. Abilities/Talents:I’m good with people, and can run a pool table. Then there’s the magic thing. I know all sorts of spells and incantations, in a number of languages. As an offshoot of that, I can manipulate the four elements to a certain degree without the aid of spells. Over the years, I've picked up quite a few tricks that come with the reincarnation deal. While I don’t have all the abilities that Gandalf had throughout his adventures in Middle Earth, I have inherited quite a few of them. I can also whistle spectacularly. Allegiance: Agency. Personality I’ve always been your trademark ‘nice guy’. My mum saw to that. She made sure that I had manners and knew the proper way to talk to anyone, be they a girl I had a thing for, or the old man at the grocery store. She wouldn’t hesitate to give me a smack if I got lippy. Once you act a certain way for eighteen years, it’s hard to change overnight. Especially since I understand why she taught me to act the way I do. That took some time (no teenager thinks their parents are right, after all), but I certainly get it now. So, I’m still the gentlemen she always wanted me to be. That doesn’t mean that I’m a total bore when I go out to the bar with the guys. I do know how to cut loose. I’m just very good at knowing when and where the appropriate time and place are. I’ve got plenty of naughty jokes, for when the occasion calls for it. Actually, I’m much happier when I’m not worried about people raising their brows. I’m the sort of man that will run through a garden sprinkler on a hot day, even if I am fully dressed for work. Life isn't worth living if you can't take time to have a little bit of fun once in awhile. I'm all about fun. Give me fireworks over paper work any day, and I'll gladly take it. Having Gandalf move in didn’t change things too much. I did inherit a whole new level of responsibility, and a need to look out for the downtrodden people of the world. He’s a very stern man, which doesn’t bother me much. If anything, it actually helped. Before he came along, I had a tendency to talk entirely too much. Now, I know that it’s just as helpful to listen from time to time. I’ve also gained a whole plethora of the feelings and instincts you need to be a good leader. It’s not that I didn’t before. He’s just a lot better at it than I was. History I was born thirty-four years ago in London, England. My parents already had two children before me, so I rounded out the family fairly well. We were always close, the five of us. My mum stayed at home for the most part, relying on my father to bring home all the income. It was traditional, but it worked well for the lot of us. She was always there after school, making sure we were fed and had our homework done. Those are some of my fondest memories, those early days when I didn’t have anything else to worry about. I was about seventeen when I started remembering things that I shouldn’t remember. I’d read the Lord of the Rings, of course, but this was different. It wasn’t like I was recalling passages from the book. It was like I’d actually been there, seeing things through someone else’s eyes. I thought I was going absolutely nutty. It didn’t take long for the Agency to swoop in, and explain what was really going on. Not that I still didn’t think I was nutty. I was the reincarnation of a wizard after all. I was allowed to think I was slightly off my rocker. As the years passed, I got more and more comfortable sharing memories with Gandalf. I went on to Oxford, getting a degree in education. I didn’t really know if I wanted to be a teacher, though I knew that it would make a sound first career. I taught in London for a few years before I got itchy feet. Mostly, I blame Gandalf for that. Before I knew it, I’d packed up and taken off. For a little while, I just traveled aimlessly. Somewhere along the way, I decided it would be a good idea to teach as I went. That’s when I started getting shipped to third world countries and the like, bringing the gift of knowledge to people who would normally go their whole lives without reading a single word. Shortly after my thirtieth birthday, I ended up back in England. That’s when I went to the Agency, requesting a position within their group. By that time, I’d been just about everywhere I could possibly want to go, and was looking to settle down. I got a job, working as a Caretaker. It was fulfilling work, helping to find other people who had gone through the same thing that I did and trying to talk them through the whole adjustment process. I enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed teaching. I still maintain a permanent residence in London, though working for the Agency requires that I travel quite a lot. Despite the fact that I’m not getting any younger (thanks for the reminder, Mum), I keep only a goldfish for company. Pets with fur are too much of a hassle. Women, even more so. Besides, I’m perfectly comfortable on my own. At least, as on my own as I ever am, sharing Gandalf’s memories. OOC Name: Rae Timezone: Central AIM: pixelated sadism