Post by jean on Sept 10, 2010 1:44:56 GMT -5
jeanedwardcarter
Got a secret. Can you keep it?
Full Name: Jean Edward Carter
Age: twenty-eight
Occupation: CEO of a few companies
LifeStyle: Rich, but not royalty
Play By: Jimmy Stafford
Show: Aladin
Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it, in your pocket.
Likes:
+ Spending time with friends
+ Making others "wishes" come true
+ Acting like a fool
+ Playing games
+ Spicy foods
Dislikes:
- Greedy people
- Waiting
- Feeling trapped
- Not being noticed
- Big thick tomes filled with knowledge (a.k.a. books)
Strengths:
+ Investing, doing business, making money (pretty much the same thing for him)
+ Prioritizing his activites (like preferring to spend time with his friends than business partners)
+ Talking really really fast
+ Making people underestimate him
Weaknesses:
- Can't turn away from anyone needing help
- Impulsive
- Confident that he can solve any problem (but he really can't)
- Stubborn
- Too trusting
Secrets:
! He didn't inherit his father's company, instead he bough it for a cheap price since he already owned a flourishing company
! He's actually very smart, graduated on top of his class while on scholarships. Though he just doesn't act like it all the time.
! He's deathly afraid of small tight spaces since he was trapped in the cupboard under the sink when they were playing hide and seek.
Overall Personality:
When people see Jean, often called Jean-E because of his middle name, they often underestimate him. Many couldn't imagine that the cheerful talkative young man who always insists in eating in the local cafes or small restaurants as one of the wealthiest business people in the city. His sixth sense when it comes to the flow of stocks and investments are second-to-none and his opinion is well-respected by other businessmen. And though he was a wealthy young man, he was very down to earth and prefers the simple things in life intead of its luxuries.
He's also very genrous, having a lot of money to spare and more. He started several charities and loves making wishes come true, turning his Jean-E to Genie to other people. He's also pretty generous to girlfriends but none of them can seem to stay longer than a few months because despite his generousity, he can't help but to act like a fool most if not all the time. Apparently this is insulting or something, but he can't help it. He grew up needing to people to underestimate him so he can beat them at their own game. After breakups, he feels really depressed easily because he hates feeling lonely.
Taking this one to the grave. If I show you, then I know you.
Father: Claude Jean Carter
Mother: Elena Marie Carter
Siblings: none
Pets: none
Others: none
Overall History:
Jean was born to Claude and Elena Carter, a small time businessman and an elementary school teacher, though she stopped teaching and became a housewife when he was born. They were a simple family since his father didn't really earn that much money and didn't have much of a business sense so his business wasn't doing that well. Jean grew up mostly being home-schooled by his mother and trying to findpart0time jobs to help out when he could understand that his family wasn't that well-off. He did jobs like newspaper delivery and such, so that he could help.
He managed to enter the local high school through a scholarship and thoroughly enjoyed his time there while also studying as much as he can. There he found out that he was really smart though not many would befriend him for being his friend just to be his friend. They would be friends with him so that he would help them because he's generous and kind that way, so kind that he's easily used by others. Of course he knew that but he let it be since he didn't really want to be alone like when he was just a kid.
He also entered college with a scholarship, getting into business management so that he could at least help his father in his business. While he was studying he found his talent in business and so did a few managers he worked for during the summer to earn a bit more cash or at least during his breaks and weekends. This of course earned him a lot of contacts which he's now using for his own businesses. He graduated the top of his class, which earned the surprise of his classmates since he didn't look like the type to get top honors. In fact they weren't expecting him to get honors at all, but they were genuinely happy for him.
He joined a company a few years back then easily rose to the top until he was a CEO. He eventually bought his father's company for him and made it flourish which made his father quite angry and his mother quite proud. That's why he's currently living in one of those high class condominiums, which don't allow pets much to his disappointment. But the security was good and so were the neighbors, who were becoming his business partners.
Won't tell what I said. Cause two can keep a secret.
Role Play Example:
"Get back here you mutt!" Roy all but shouted out to the dog in front of him, which was wagging its tail and gave a lopsided grin at him, at least he assumed it was a grin, as it looked back to its owner for a split second before it started to continue their merry chase. Roy and his dog, Fenrir, has been at this for the past few minutes ever since Fenrir snatched his current favorite pen from his desk. He usually had a certain pen he liked until it ran out of in or he found another pen to like, usually the latter. It seemed that it was bored with the lack of attention his owner has been giving him and decided to take things into its own hands, or mouth in this situation.
"No, don't! Fenrir!" He wanted to pull his hair out but settled on running faster as his dog enetered one of the rooms in the school. He was hoped that there was no class at the moment since a year old huskie would definitely cause some trouble. Scratch that, not some trouble, a lot of trouble. He entered the room, which he recognized as the auditorium, and ran along one of the aisles Fenrir ran through. Fenrir jumped on the stage and roy caught its two hind legs before it could continue running and probably ruining the floor of the stage. "Spit it out, Fenrir," he said as he pulled the dog closer to him and used his right hand to pull the pen from its mouth as his left kept the dog from running away by pinning it to his messy pale yellow button-up shirt. He was thankful that he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows with the drool that it was leaving on his hand.
He was about to return to the clinic, where he was supposed to stay when something caught his eye. "The chairs are more comfortable than the floor, you know," he said to a girl lying down on the floor in the auditorium.
"No, don't! Fenrir!" He wanted to pull his hair out but settled on running faster as his dog enetered one of the rooms in the school. He was hoped that there was no class at the moment since a year old huskie would definitely cause some trouble. Scratch that, not some trouble, a lot of trouble. He entered the room, which he recognized as the auditorium, and ran along one of the aisles Fenrir ran through. Fenrir jumped on the stage and roy caught its two hind legs before it could continue running and probably ruining the floor of the stage. "Spit it out, Fenrir," he said as he pulled the dog closer to him and used his right hand to pull the pen from its mouth as his left kept the dog from running away by pinning it to his messy pale yellow button-up shirt. He was thankful that he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows with the drool that it was leaving on his hand.
He was about to return to the clinic, where he was supposed to stay when something caught his eye. "The chairs are more comfortable than the floor, you know," he said to a girl lying down on the floor in the auditorium.
If one of them is dead.
Alias: Kyle
Experience: a few years
How Did You Find Us: support
Any Other Characters: none yet
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