Jamison Cavanaugh

[Jamison Cavanaugh]

Jamison Cavanaugh

Full name: Jamison Christian Robert Cavanaugh
Aliases: Chase Parker Constantine, August Riordan, Dmitri Vladecovich, Rhett Bryndon Valentin, James Damian Carliotta
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Valdosta, Georgia, USA
Current Location: Manhattan
Occupation: Private investigator
Status: Asset - Level 1
Celebrity Claim: Bernthal, Jon
Player's Cbox Name: Rayne7
Other Characters: I control Process Management.
Have You Read the Rules?: Feck no.

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Appearance:

At six feet tall, Jamison is a wall of muscle. His frame is large, with broad shoulders, and supported by long legs. His hands have become tough from decades of manual labor. He does his best to stay in shape, which is hardly a problem for him as his work requires him to be very active. Due to his mixed heritage, his complexion is dark, like a natural tan.

His eyes are a light brown, and his hair is chestnut-colored, usually cut short, revealing his long, narrow face. As for his facial hair, he keeps it neatly shaved, when he is not completely clean-shaven. Occasionally he wears glasses, or contacts that change his eyes color (though the contacts he usually wears are clear). Depending on what his plans for the day are, he can be found wearing a tee and jeans, or a suit, or anything in between, though he prefers to wear dress shirts and slacks so as to appear at least a little bit professional.

Personality:

Jamison could most easily be described as laid-back, fun-loving, and adventurous. This is a fairly facetious description of him, but an accurate one on the surface. He is not difficult to please: sports, explosions, and any other kind of action easily hold his interest. Illegal activities like street racing can be included - the more reckless it is, the more likely he is to enjoy it.

In relationships, Jamison is purely a taker. He never learned to open up, and his inability to communicate his feelings has led to the very few serious relationships he has tried ending badly. Now he simply goes for one-night stands or very brief get-togethers, offering nothing of himself. It's a defense mechanism to keep him from being hurt again, though if asked, he would state that he had never been in love or had his heart broken.

Less superficially, Jamison is incredibly intelligent, and sees things in others that they do not or refuse to see. He enjoys learning and has plenty of knowledge on seemingly random things, which of course tend to become useful at odd times. He has an excellent memory and can recall the smallest details with ease, thanks both to his training and his own biology.

His actions tend to be unethical and immoral, and that does not bother him. He has zero regard for authority; he can only follow someone he respects. Neither does he pretend to be nice or charming around others; he simply does what he wants, to get what he wants. He can be a leader when he tries to, but since the ideas he has tend to be complicated, requiring a mind as deeply perceptive as his own, he has found attempting to describe them to others can confuse them. At his deepest level, he is caring and concerned, even loving, but by the time that part of him translates through all the levels and façades to reach the surface, it can barely be seen at all.

Likes:

• Tacos. The less healthy, the better.
  
• Guns. Especially big guns. Don't ever suggest that he's compensating for something, though.
  
• Rock. Any music will do, but rock is his favorite.
  
• Sports. He played football in high school and college. He also enjoys extreme activities like skydiving and street racing.
  
• Reading. When he's not doing something active, he does like to pick up a book or newspaper and learn something.
  
• Crowded places. They allow him to get lost and do his job easily. They also tend to be more interesting to him.
  

Dislikes:

• Pink. It's the ugliest, most useless color ever created. (Or so he says.)
  
• Romance. He's not the type to send flowers. Or even stick around the morning after.
  
• Babies. They're loud and obnoxious and people don't seem to know how to treat them properly.
  
• Nine-to-fives. Anything organized and repetitive bores him; he would rather do something completely different every day.
  
• Religion. Though raised a Methodist, he has not done much in the way of worship since he left his parents' house.
  
• Women with fake body parts. That includes breast implants, weaves, and even fake fingernails or eyelashes. He'd rather she be real - physically and socially.
  

Strengths:

• Fearless. Jamison will do anything he decides to, whether it's dangerous, or rather, especially if it's dangerous.
  
• Confident. In everything he does, Jamison is sure he can do it 110%.
  
• Respectful. Unless you make him angry. Note: he won't strike out at a woman; however, he will defend himself and he will hit back if necessary.
  
• Intelligent. He is incredibly smart and innovative, though he usually prefers to hide behind the "stupid jock" stereotype.
  
• Observant. He has an eye for details and the perceptive mind to keep up with them.
  

Weaknesses:

• Sarcastic. To the point of irritating others, and beyond.
  
• Reckless. Sometimes he runs into situations headfirst, and thinks about his actions afterward.
  
• Habitual liar. Lying is something he is excellent at, and at times he lies just to "practice" and see of he can get away with it.
  
• Cocky. Sometimes his confidence borders on narcissism, and his ego takes over.
  
• Stubborn. He never seems to give up, even when all hope is gone.
  

Skills:

• Combat training. Having been on both sides of the law, he knows how to handle weapons as well as use his own body in self-defense. He is an expert on guns and has studied several forms of hand-to-hand combat.
  
• Acrobatic. For his body type, Jamison is very agile and flexible.
  
• Music. He's actually a really good singer and guitarist.
  

Flaws:

• Allergies. He can't eat anything with shellfish in it, and he is also mildly lactose intolerant.
  
• Minor color blindness. He has difficulty telling green and blue apart.
  
• Myopia. Additionally, he is nearsighted, and usually wears contacts.
  

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History:

Born in the then-small town of Valdosta, Georgia, Jamison was raised to be a perfect Southern gentleman, an upbringing which would be largely bred out of - or perhaps too far into - him by his experiences as an adult. His parents, Walter and Allison, moved a little farther north when he was six, and Walter served as sheriff to the town of Parker, Georgia for many years. Jamison admired his father greatly, and decided he would be sheriff someday.

When Jamison was seven, his parents had another child, this one a daughter, whom they named Beth. With the new addition to the family, Jamison was encouraged to help care for the baby, and church and school became even more important to Walter. Jamison did not mind at all, at the time. Caring for his sister was fun, and he got to hang out with other kids around his age at church.

Jamison attended school with his older brother, named Walter Jr, who was two years ahead of him. While Walter was considered the "brains" of the family and Jamison the "jock," Jamison's grades were actually better than Junior's. That made Junior a bit envious and resentful of his little sibling, and their already thin relationship shattered by the time Jamison graduated from high school. Jamison was the salutatorian of his class; two years earlier, Junior had failed to earn that achievement on his own.

The next year, Jamison spent working for his father, who was still sheriff. His goal was to learn enough about the position to take it over someday. The people of Parker certainly knew the Cavanaugh family well enough, and Jamison was practically assured of being voted into the office. However, as Jamison became more familiar with what was going on, he realized just how much politics played into his father's decisions - the things he had to do to get re-elected, to keep his officers happy, to keep his own reputation intact. Jamison decided that was not the life he wanted to lead, and instead accepted a football scholarship to the University of Georgia. This caused a small falling-out between father and son, but Jamison left for Athens nonetheless, and studied sociology there for four years.

At UGA, Jamison was able to land a part-time job with campus security, given his background in Parker. This helped him support himself financially, as there was no money coming to him from home; he relied on his salary and his scholarship stipend. While in school, he became a star player, supporting the team as fullback. He achieved little fame outside of Georgia fans, though, something that proved to be useful in his future careers.

Following school, he was unable to find a job with his degree, and began to pick up odd jobs - mainly bounty hunting - to keep his bills paid. He moved around the country often, sometimes running from the authorities himself for some illegal act he had committed for the job or another. Once, in California, a private investigator suggested that Jamison join his field, and offered to teach him some of the basics. Her name was Terri Rivers; instead of simply showing Jamison the ropes, she took Jamison on as a partner, and they worked together for five years before Rivers' death in the field brought an end to the arrangement.

Grieving privately, Jamison moved across the country to New York City, where nothing to remind him of Rivers, his family, or the rest of his past existed. He has taken on a few cases to keep himself busy and to support himself, and had not even begun to imagine anything more permanent until recently.

Sample RP:

The feel of the bass pressed against his head, the melody lost in the incessant thumping of the drums. Her steps were careful and deliberate as she wound her way toward him. A small, dark smile added a sensual curve to her lips, and as she lost more of her clothes, the lean in his seat deepened. He studied her carefully, offering a twisted smirk to match her smile.

When the distance between them had closed enough, he reached forward and tucked a bill into the strap of her right stiletto, one of the few items to have remained on her person. With a smile - this one much more shy than the first - she bent down to move the bill to the strap of her underwear, momentarily giving him a view of her face and hands before she regained her full height. Having noticed the size of the bill, she then stepped down off the stage and settled herself into his lap.

He let her dance for a while, then asked simply, "How's the education business?"

She stopped, frozen in place for several seconds as his question sank in. Then, just as suddenly, she raised a hand to slap him. He stopped it with a hand around her wrist.

"You have no idea how to walk in those five-inch heels, but you only have faint callouses on your feet. You've been doing this for a very short while. Where you do have pronounced callouses is on the fingers of your left hand, which also happens to have short-cut nails while your right hand is normal. Many string players keep their left hand nails short for better accuracy pressing down the strings. You're a musician, playing a stringed instrument, which is where the callouses are from. Your demeanor says you're used to being around men, so I'd gamble you play the double bass.

"Your demeanor also says you're not used to men gawking at you in a half-naked state, which supports my theory that you're a newbie, and the fact that you can't walk on stage means you're not a gigging musician. That pretty much leaves teaching. You're a middle or high school orchestra teacher, moonlighting as a stripper because your day job doesn't cover your bills. Does that explain it?"

She had not stopped staring at him since he caught her hand. Now she blinked, as though confused by conflicting responses. Finally she settled for leaning back and looking at him. After glancing side to side, she leaned in and whispered to him, her lips stopping only millimeters from his ear.

"Meet me out in the alley in half an hour. I'm Janice."

His dark gaze took on a sparkle as he smirked. "Jamison."