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Player LJ:eternalferret
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Are you at least 15?: Y.
Current Characters: Pepper Potts, Nick Fury
Character: Agent Jay
Fandom: Men in Black
Character Notes:
Since his canon point is shortly before the second movie the history and personality sections will include only the first movie and what we know to have happened in the interim. So no spoilers for the third movie, yay!
History:
Things Jay doesn’t know that he doesn’t know.
-That he ran down a Cephlapoid on foot (with some assistance from a NY Post Truck and a double decker tour bus)
-Said Cephlapoid threw himself off a roof resulting in one hell of an interrogation by his sergeant.
-Kay intervened, bringing Jay to Jack Jeeb’s pawn shop and opening his eyes to the worlds beyond Earth.
What Jay thinks he knows that he knows.
-He needs to lay off the tequila.
-He took a weird dude he’d never met before out to dinner and was given a card that would change his life.
What Jay really does know.
-Kay tells really really bad dirty jokes.
-and is a friggin’ troll.
*ahem*
-James Darrel Edwards III was born either October 19th or 20th sometime between the years of 1965 and 1969 depending on which film or legal documentation you go by. (For the purposes of consistency I’m going to go with October 20, 1965)
-As far as Jay knows he had a fairly normal childhood. His father was not in the picture but, well, no family’s perfect.
-He joined the NYPD, rising through the ranks to become a plainclothes officer… if you can call what he wears “plain clothes”…
-After a very strange night that’s still a little fuzzy around the edges (why the hell did he think it was a good idea to drink while on duty?), he received a business card that read simply “MIB” with an address hand written on the back.
-The next day he walks into a strange building in Battery Park and being administered what has to be the dumbest test ever in his not-so-humble opinion.
-Between questioning the purpose of the test, taking advantage of the obvious solution that no one else had the guts to (obnoxiously loud table dragging FTW, man) and thinking outside the box during the shooting test he miraculously managed to pass the test with flying colors.
-By passing said test he lands himself a job offer to the most secret of secret organizations, the Men in Black.
-When Kay tells him the history of the Men in Black he thinks he’s absolutely out of his gourd… until he sees five worm guys serving coffee in the break room.
-….
-….
-Brain asplode.
-He’s given a choice and one night to think it over. He can go back to his normal life or he can sever all human ties and become part of the MiB.
-James Darrel Edwards III – 1 Identity – 10 fingerprints + 1 black suit + sunglasses= Agent Jay.
-Jay’s first day of work was… interesting… to say the least. He started out being thrown around by a pregnant alien’s tentacles and ended up fighting a giant cockroach before being showered in bug guts.
-Saved a galaxy. Saved the planet. Saved the girl… well… helped the girl save herself… kind of… all in all a pretty productive day of work.
-… that ends with his partner and mentor asking him to wipe his memory and leaving him completely on his own. Seriously, man? WTH?!
-Over the course of the next five years he rises through MiB ranks and goes through partners like tissues. Currently he’s partnered with Agent T, a former marine with the tact and IQ of a rock. Yeah. This is going to end well.
Personality:
Agent Jay is a lot of things, tenacious, smart, witty, tough, agile and a downright pain in the ass. But all of those things are basically a prerequisite when it comes to joining MiB so he fits right in.
Being a cop in New York City is hard enough but tack fighting aliens on top of that and you’ve got one hell of a mix. It takes a special kind of person to handle MiB work and not have a psychotic episode and Jay definitely fits that bill.
Saying Jay has an attitude is like saying the Empire State Building is just a building. He has no problem telling it how it is and telling people who doubt him to kiss his ass along the way… even if that might include his new boss. He has a chip on his shoulder the size of Lady Liberty and has no problem letting it show. He hates being thought of as less than he thinks of himself and Kay is the one and only person he lets consistently call him “slick” and “hoss” and all the other demeaning little nicknames the old dude has for him. However, he gives as good as he gets, if not better, and for every “slick” there’s a crack thrown right back about Kay’s age or apparent lack of emotion.
With that ego comes a bit of a superiority complex. … okay, maybe more than a bit of a complex…. If he doesn’t think someone is working up to his own standards, especially someone who’s supposed to be his partner he will not hesitate to neuralize them without even consulting Zed. It’s so bad that junior agents are afraid to get on his bad side lest he neuralize them, too. The thing is that he doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it. He just sees it as he’s working for the good of the organization and weeding out people who just don’t cut it. He does everything he can to justify the fact that he’s getting rid of every partner that gets thrown his way that isn’t Agent Kay. In his mind Agent Kay is the Agent to set the standard by and damn if it isn’t a hard standard to meet. He knows that even he’s not up to that standard and he works harder and longer than most of the other agents in the place.
Jay’s smart-ass remarks know no bounds. He will give someone a verbal bitch slap whether they’re a dumb-ass person on the subway or a giant bug throwing him around like a rag doll. If this were D&D Jay would have all his points in taunt and manage to survive fights through dumb luck and throwing his opponents off with a perfectly timed remark. Jay’s fighting style is really along the lines of improvised… improvisation. He might be a great shot but he really has a tough time keeping a hold of his damn gun in a fight. Once he loses it he’ll use anything at hand and any dirty trick in the book to win.
Although Jay does have a head for memorization, learning the rules and regulations and everything else in less than 5 years, it does seem that he does so at least in part to find out what he can get away with… and what rules he can outright break. Of course despite all this he can be downright oblivious sometimes. Once he gets his mind set on something, or at least what he imagines something to be, nothing can dissuade him until he’s worked himself out and figured out what a dumbass he was being. By doing this he sometimes misses obvious clues and hints and ends up just gumming up the works. He’s stubborn and single-minded… but it’s not always pointed in exactly the right direction.
As brash as Jay can be, he really does have a heart of gold. When he first learns of the Neuralizer the first thing he points out is how bland Kay’s replacement memories are. He works to add a more personal touch to each neuralization to help enrich everyone’s lives at least that little bit. Hey, they’re wiping these people’s memories, the least they can do is give ‘em a hand, right? He’s also quick to lay on the charm to ease a stressful situation. He’s an enormous flirt… even though he knows that with the life they lead it’d be impossible to have a normal relationship with someone.
Other:
Jay can rap and beatbox like a pro, yo.
Additional Links:
The Neuralizer
The Noisy Cricket although Jay rarely uses it anymore. He’s more partial to the De-Atomizer though his looks more like this one at his canon point.
Also, here’s a link to an application that was written for him, oh, two and a half years ago. Most of it’s redundant but I almost used the third person sample over again so it’s worth a read if you’re interested.
First Person (entry type):
[Jay turns on the feed and plops down in his chair. He’s covered in something of a questionably slimy nature and looks none too pleased about it.]
If any’ve y’all live in New York don’t go to Ursa Pizza on Fifth Street. Now I know they say they pizza is “out of this world” or some shit but naw… just… naw. You do not want to know what goes in that sauce.
All his shit been confiscated but y’all know it’s jus’ a matter’ve time ‘fore he’s back to his old tricks again an’ we gotta bust his ass fo’ bein’ that damn nasty. [He shudders violently, some of the slime flicking off and flying elsewhere]
You can mess with a lotta things but you do not mess with a man’s pizza.
Third Person:
Must sever all human ties. Damn. They’re not asking much, are they?
Jay sighed, leaning back in the bench and looking across the Hudson at the city. The sun dipped low on the horizon and the lights slowly flickered to life as he watched. New York. The city he had sworn to Serve and Protect. He’d still be serving and protecting… just not against the scum of the city, against the scum of the universe. It was still a broad concept to grasp. Not only were they not alone in the universe, there were enough of them floating around the city to warrant an organization like that.
“Damn.” He muttered, letting his head fall back and looking up at the few stars bright enough to shine through the city lights. He’d never been one of those people who didn’t believe in aliens… but he never thought they were already on Earth… and making coffee. It was like Kay said, ‘imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.’ Of course, he was having enough trouble coming to terms with what he knew today to even think about tomorrow.
The hours wore on and he didn’t feel any closer to making a decision. Every time he thought he was something else would occur to him and he’d start rethinking his decision all over again. He didn’t have much in the way of family and he barely saw his friends with how much time he spent working already so that didn’t really factor into it too much. But secluding himself completely from the rest of the world… this wasn’t like joining the military or the circus where you could write home once in a while. Hell, they didn’t even have real names. Kay, Zed… what would that make him? Jay? E? Did they go by first or last name? Was it random? Hell, he was going into this almost completely blind. How the hell did he expect to pull this off?
He sighed, draping one arm over the back of the bench and looking out at the city again. ‘To Serve and Protect.’ That’s what it came down to, didn’t it? He was in a unique position – being offered the chance to serve and protect the entire planet… but was he strong enough? Why the hell was he even asking himself that? Of course he was strong enough. And if he wasn’t capable they wouldn’t have picked him in the first place. He had the skills. They better recognize. He smiled slowly and stood, stretching his arms out. This was it. This was the decision he’d been waffling over all night. He was gonna do this. And not only was he gonna do this, he was gonna show them stuffy old guys a thing or two while he did.
He chuckled as he turned to head back to his apartment to shower and get ready to leave his life behind.
Player LJ:
eternalferretWay to contact you: Plurk, email, AIM or PM
Email: [email protected]
AIM: eternalferret
Other: Plurk: eternalferret
Are you at least 15?: Y.
Current Characters: Pepper Potts, Nick Fury
Character: Agent Jay
Fandom: Men in Black
Character Notes:
Since his canon point is shortly before the second movie the history and personality sections will include only the first movie and what we know to have happened in the interim. So no spoilers for the third movie, yay!
History:
Things Jay doesn’t know that he doesn’t know.
-That he ran down a Cephlapoid on foot (with some assistance from a NY Post Truck and a double decker tour bus)
-Said Cephlapoid threw himself off a roof resulting in one hell of an interrogation by his sergeant.
-Kay intervened, bringing Jay to Jack Jeeb’s pawn shop and opening his eyes to the worlds beyond Earth.
What Jay thinks he knows that he knows.
-He needs to lay off the tequila.
-He took a weird dude he’d never met before out to dinner and was given a card that would change his life.
What Jay really does know.
-Kay tells really really bad dirty jokes.
-and is a friggin’ troll.
*ahem*
-James Darrel Edwards III was born either October 19th or 20th sometime between the years of 1965 and 1969 depending on which film or legal documentation you go by. (For the purposes of consistency I’m going to go with October 20, 1965)
-As far as Jay knows he had a fairly normal childhood. His father was not in the picture but, well, no family’s perfect.
-He joined the NYPD, rising through the ranks to become a plainclothes officer… if you can call what he wears “plain clothes”…
-After a very strange night that’s still a little fuzzy around the edges (why the hell did he think it was a good idea to drink while on duty?), he received a business card that read simply “MIB” with an address hand written on the back.
-The next day he walks into a strange building in Battery Park and being administered what has to be the dumbest test ever in his not-so-humble opinion.
-Between questioning the purpose of the test, taking advantage of the obvious solution that no one else had the guts to (obnoxiously loud table dragging FTW, man) and thinking outside the box during the shooting test he miraculously managed to pass the test with flying colors.
-By passing said test he lands himself a job offer to the most secret of secret organizations, the Men in Black.
-When Kay tells him the history of the Men in Black he thinks he’s absolutely out of his gourd… until he sees five worm guys serving coffee in the break room.
-….
-….
-Brain asplode.
-He’s given a choice and one night to think it over. He can go back to his normal life or he can sever all human ties and become part of the MiB.
-James Darrel Edwards III – 1 Identity – 10 fingerprints + 1 black suit + sunglasses= Agent Jay.
-Jay’s first day of work was… interesting… to say the least. He started out being thrown around by a pregnant alien’s tentacles and ended up fighting a giant cockroach before being showered in bug guts.
-Saved a galaxy. Saved the planet. Saved the girl… well… helped the girl save herself… kind of… all in all a pretty productive day of work.
-… that ends with his partner and mentor asking him to wipe his memory and leaving him completely on his own. Seriously, man? WTH?!
-Over the course of the next five years he rises through MiB ranks and goes through partners like tissues. Currently he’s partnered with Agent T, a former marine with the tact and IQ of a rock. Yeah. This is going to end well.
Personality:
Agent Jay is a lot of things, tenacious, smart, witty, tough, agile and a downright pain in the ass. But all of those things are basically a prerequisite when it comes to joining MiB so he fits right in.
Being a cop in New York City is hard enough but tack fighting aliens on top of that and you’ve got one hell of a mix. It takes a special kind of person to handle MiB work and not have a psychotic episode and Jay definitely fits that bill.
Saying Jay has an attitude is like saying the Empire State Building is just a building. He has no problem telling it how it is and telling people who doubt him to kiss his ass along the way… even if that might include his new boss. He has a chip on his shoulder the size of Lady Liberty and has no problem letting it show. He hates being thought of as less than he thinks of himself and Kay is the one and only person he lets consistently call him “slick” and “hoss” and all the other demeaning little nicknames the old dude has for him. However, he gives as good as he gets, if not better, and for every “slick” there’s a crack thrown right back about Kay’s age or apparent lack of emotion.
With that ego comes a bit of a superiority complex. … okay, maybe more than a bit of a complex…. If he doesn’t think someone is working up to his own standards, especially someone who’s supposed to be his partner he will not hesitate to neuralize them without even consulting Zed. It’s so bad that junior agents are afraid to get on his bad side lest he neuralize them, too. The thing is that he doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it. He just sees it as he’s working for the good of the organization and weeding out people who just don’t cut it. He does everything he can to justify the fact that he’s getting rid of every partner that gets thrown his way that isn’t Agent Kay. In his mind Agent Kay is the Agent to set the standard by and damn if it isn’t a hard standard to meet. He knows that even he’s not up to that standard and he works harder and longer than most of the other agents in the place.
Jay’s smart-ass remarks know no bounds. He will give someone a verbal bitch slap whether they’re a dumb-ass person on the subway or a giant bug throwing him around like a rag doll. If this were D&D Jay would have all his points in taunt and manage to survive fights through dumb luck and throwing his opponents off with a perfectly timed remark. Jay’s fighting style is really along the lines of improvised… improvisation. He might be a great shot but he really has a tough time keeping a hold of his damn gun in a fight. Once he loses it he’ll use anything at hand and any dirty trick in the book to win.
Although Jay does have a head for memorization, learning the rules and regulations and everything else in less than 5 years, it does seem that he does so at least in part to find out what he can get away with… and what rules he can outright break. Of course despite all this he can be downright oblivious sometimes. Once he gets his mind set on something, or at least what he imagines something to be, nothing can dissuade him until he’s worked himself out and figured out what a dumbass he was being. By doing this he sometimes misses obvious clues and hints and ends up just gumming up the works. He’s stubborn and single-minded… but it’s not always pointed in exactly the right direction.
As brash as Jay can be, he really does have a heart of gold. When he first learns of the Neuralizer the first thing he points out is how bland Kay’s replacement memories are. He works to add a more personal touch to each neuralization to help enrich everyone’s lives at least that little bit. Hey, they’re wiping these people’s memories, the least they can do is give ‘em a hand, right? He’s also quick to lay on the charm to ease a stressful situation. He’s an enormous flirt… even though he knows that with the life they lead it’d be impossible to have a normal relationship with someone.
Other:
Jay can rap and beatbox like a pro, yo.
Additional Links:
The Neuralizer
The Noisy Cricket although Jay rarely uses it anymore. He’s more partial to the De-Atomizer though his looks more like this one at his canon point.
Also, here’s a link to an application that was written for him, oh, two and a half years ago. Most of it’s redundant but I almost used the third person sample over again so it’s worth a read if you’re interested.
First Person (entry type):
[Jay turns on the feed and plops down in his chair. He’s covered in something of a questionably slimy nature and looks none too pleased about it.]
If any’ve y’all live in New York don’t go to Ursa Pizza on Fifth Street. Now I know they say they pizza is “out of this world” or some shit but naw… just… naw. You do not want to know what goes in that sauce.
All his shit been confiscated but y’all know it’s jus’ a matter’ve time ‘fore he’s back to his old tricks again an’ we gotta bust his ass fo’ bein’ that damn nasty. [He shudders violently, some of the slime flicking off and flying elsewhere]
You can mess with a lotta things but you do not mess with a man’s pizza.
Third Person:
Must sever all human ties. Damn. They’re not asking much, are they?
Jay sighed, leaning back in the bench and looking across the Hudson at the city. The sun dipped low on the horizon and the lights slowly flickered to life as he watched. New York. The city he had sworn to Serve and Protect. He’d still be serving and protecting… just not against the scum of the city, against the scum of the universe. It was still a broad concept to grasp. Not only were they not alone in the universe, there were enough of them floating around the city to warrant an organization like that.
“Damn.” He muttered, letting his head fall back and looking up at the few stars bright enough to shine through the city lights. He’d never been one of those people who didn’t believe in aliens… but he never thought they were already on Earth… and making coffee. It was like Kay said, ‘imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.’ Of course, he was having enough trouble coming to terms with what he knew today to even think about tomorrow.
The hours wore on and he didn’t feel any closer to making a decision. Every time he thought he was something else would occur to him and he’d start rethinking his decision all over again. He didn’t have much in the way of family and he barely saw his friends with how much time he spent working already so that didn’t really factor into it too much. But secluding himself completely from the rest of the world… this wasn’t like joining the military or the circus where you could write home once in a while. Hell, they didn’t even have real names. Kay, Zed… what would that make him? Jay? E? Did they go by first or last name? Was it random? Hell, he was going into this almost completely blind. How the hell did he expect to pull this off?
He sighed, draping one arm over the back of the bench and looking out at the city again. ‘To Serve and Protect.’ That’s what it came down to, didn’t it? He was in a unique position – being offered the chance to serve and protect the entire planet… but was he strong enough? Why the hell was he even asking himself that? Of course he was strong enough. And if he wasn’t capable they wouldn’t have picked him in the first place. He had the skills. They better recognize. He smiled slowly and stood, stretching his arms out. This was it. This was the decision he’d been waffling over all night. He was gonna do this. And not only was he gonna do this, he was gonna show them stuffy old guys a thing or two while he did.
He chuckled as he turned to head back to his apartment to shower and get ready to leave his life behind.
