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Jewett, Paul Mr.

"Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy."

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a character in “April 1912”, as played by uniquest

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FULL NAME
"Was named after my great grand father who was named after his grand father, and so on. I come from a family with nothing; father was absent, and my mother was lucked out once she had me. It seems names are the only thing we are able to claim as our own."
PAUL CARTER JEWITT III


ALIAS
P.J CARTER


BIRTH DATE
3RD SEPTEMBER 1886 ; 26 Y.O


ORIGIN
"I don't know many other Jewitts' out their, but I've been told that they are something.."
GREEK , AUSTRIAN , NORWEGIAN , ENGLISH


SEXUALITY {OPTIONAL}
"It is best not to ask me of this."
BISEXUAL ; BIROMANTIC


ECONOMIC CLASS
"I've inherited most of my money from my deceased step-father. Unlike, my sister he's trusted me to make the right decisions, and raise the next generation of his legacy."
FIRST CLASS


OCCUPATION
"I wouldn't go into further detail about my life if I were you. I am quite the bore."
COLUMNIST FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES'


MARTIAL STATUS
"quote."
UNMARRIED

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APPEARANCE
Paul would clarify himself as anything, but attractive. TBA

BODY SHAPE
ATHLETIC

MEASUREMENTS
CHEST: 40 IN or 102 CM ; ARMS/BICEPS: 14 IN or 35.5 CM ; WAIST: 30 IN or 76 CM

WEIGHT
155 LBS or 71 KG

HEIGHT
5 FT 8 IN or 173 CM

SHOE / FEET
US 9 ; EURO 39-40 ; UK 7

SUIT SIZE
INSEAM: 33 ; SUIT: US 40 , EU 50

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LIKES

✓chess ✓classical music ✓politics ✓literature ✓Charles Dickens ✓hot tea w/ honey ✓winter mornings ✓crumpets ✓freshly brewed coffee ✓early mornings ✓quietness ✓good manners ✓Sherlock Holmes ✓intelligence ✓poetry ✓beauty ✓long walks ✓Jacqueline ✓religious studies ✓staying up at night ✓architectural drawings ✓linen ✓Bach ✓paperclips ✓pocket watches ✓Louis XII furniture ✓silent films ✓ship models ✓hands ✓the color blue ✓aloofness

DISLIKES

✕epiphanies ✕bad handwriting ✕typewriting ✕immaturity ✕promiscuous women ✕greed ✕crowds ✕violence ✕paper cuts ✕selfishness ✕chocolate ✕dishonesty ✕iced tea ✕Shakespeare ✕lust ✕writer's block ✕abuse ✕rudeness ✕the smell of cigars ✕shaving ✕promises ✕indecency ✕excessive drinking ✕anchovies ✕chewing tobacco ✕cards ✕hot weather ✕questions ✕cats ✕top hats ✕intimate couples

TALENTS

EIDETIC MEMORY ; (or photographic memory), is an ability to vividly recall images from memory after only a few instances of exposure, with high precision for some time after exposure, without using mnemonics.
WRITING ; about the only thing Paul is ever good at.
VISUAL ; as a writer, you must learn to envision the words in your mind as though it were a motion picture. When writing he doesn't only plan out what he wishes to say. He must think it through beforehand. Probably, one of many favored talents Paul possesses.

WEAKNESSES

ALLOCENTRIC ; to put it simply, paul tends to put others before himself. He will go to great heights just to ensure that someone is satisfied. Many people are known to take advantage of him because of it.
UNCOORDINATED ; the faults of many writers is keeping their written workers together in its own portfolio. instead, Paul chooses to throw them across his room stating that the mess resembles much of his mind; a sheer chaos.
DYSLEXIC ; also known as reading disorder, is characterized by trouble with reading despite normal intelligence. often times paul tends to mix up his vowel 'i' with 'l', and letter 'd' with 'b'. He's learning how to overcome this.
COMMITMENT ISSUES ; in terms of relationships, paul has a difficult time staying fully committed. He fears that he may not be good enough for the person.
VIRGIN ; paul has had his fair share of lonely women come flocking at his doorstep; however, non of them were worth his time. Truth is, he's spent his entire life living in the shadow of his younger sister, Jacqueline, that he hasn't found the time to scout out that perfect woman to spend romantic nights with.

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PERSONALITY
+composed +observant +clever +curious +caring +dignified +eloquent +honest +tolerant +genuine +incisive +spontaneous +liberal +studious +obedient -quiet -absentminded -cautious -colorless -unstable -unorganized -quirky -inconspicuous -plodding -odd -neurotic -indecisive

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HISTORY
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PORTRAYED BY :
uniquest

TIME ZONE :
Pacific Time [PT] .

HOW OFTEN DO I POST? :
often enough

So begins...

Jewett, Paul Mr.'s Story

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Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy
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Date: Wednesday, 10 April 1912. xxxLocation: Southampton, England. xxx
Arrival Time: 9:30 a.m xxx Time of Departure: 11:30 a.m. xxxWeather: Brisk winds northwest at 15-20 mph; 50°C




"Aye, batte'n down the hatches will ya'?"

"Are my eyes deceiv'n me, or am I seein' this ship's ready to land?"

"Eeeeh, boy!"

"I'm needin' help to pull this lever."

"Ready to land, Captain!"


A slow, crooked smile had spread across Captain Smith's face resembling that of much content. The great ocean liner had took approximately three years to construct, engineered to be the largest and most luxurious steam ship in the world. Its very first voyage would truly be something worth remembering; articles about the ship were thus written, claiming it to be a marvel of modern engineering. Both men, women, and children alike came fleeing from their homeland to get a glimpse of the monstrous beauty that dared hinge itself onto the British port as if it was the only thing that withheld dominance. The passengers to board the luxury ocean liner were nonetheless grateful. Many had lifted their chins up in prestige because not only were they able to gain enough money to enter, but they were the first to do so. Street market sells boomed significantly, men were getting their beard groomed quickly as their wives pimped their children for the long journey; brushing off any specks from the petticoats of young girls, and straightening their son's woolen jacket.

And, it all happened in a speck of time. Everyone clustering, like ants. It wasn't later until the ship's plank board was lowered had everyone began pushing and shoving for a leading spot up the ramp.

"You want first-class passengers to board first, Captain?" One of the ship's crew member approached him. It was no surprise that even the most wealthiest aristocats were given better treatment. To Captain Smith the first-class were 'walking money', they would surely help spread the word, and perhaps bring in even more fortune. "Yes," Smith assured, "let the first-class board first."

And, off the worker went to announce the news to the people who waited impatiently. "Listen up," he had to shout over the uproar, "so, far we have at least two thousand two hundred and twenty eight thousand of you. I want first-class passengers to board first, then second, and lastly third. I want this to be done in an orderly fashion. We will set off in approximately two hours."

At that the commotion grew much louder, people kissed their loved one's a farewell. It was a moment of ecstasy, all for the ship that deemed as virtually unsinkable, the Titanic was truly a phenomenon.



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Mood: Observant xxx Outfit:herexxx Theme song: N.A. xxx





'Two hours, two hours, two hours ..'

Arthur McGhee felt the perspiration beginning to form at his temple, like thousands of tiny crystals scattered about his ivory skin. He wiped at it with the back of his hand as he chewed at his lower lip, it was a habit he had possessed since it was his conceitedness that got him stuck in the game of Cheat at the British port pub.

He remembered his words, a mockery as he smirked at the dunderheed that had just sent another man walking with loss. 'Ah bet yer ass I can win you at a game of cards. Aw or nothin', lad.' But, nevertheless it was those very words that had got him a pound short out of his pocket. If only he'd kept his mouth shut.

"You give'n up yet?" Arthur looked up from his stack of cards to the burly man who sat before him, the way his crusted lips curled back in amusement every moment he saw the poor Scott's exasperation.

He kept his answer short. "No." He concentrated on his next play.

He put down an ace, and at that, the man guffawed something bitter and awful that made Arthur fight the urge to hurl.

"You aren't gonna win, mate." Arthur ignored him as he put down a two.

Then, a four; six, eight, and before you know it he's all out of cards. Checkmate.

Arthur looked up at the man's now gawked expression, and smirked. "Mibbe ah jus did."

The guy was infuriated now as he looked at the cards, to Arthur, to the cards, then back up at Arthur. "Bullshit," he spat out a wad of tobacco juice out of the side of his mouth.

The man was nothing but muscle and tattoo compared to Arthur. However, as he said that Arthur couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed, and laughed until his sides were cramping; until the man grabbed at his white button down, and heaved him up from his chair. "I want a rematch". He demanded, spit freckling across Arthur's face.

"Not how it works." The man pushed Arthur against a wall; hard. Others began to move away immediately in the process at the same time the owner shouted for the two men to take their tussle outside, but he was only ignored. "Listen to me, mate. I will hurt-" he was distracted by Arthur's hand moving behind his ear, thus a silver dollar had appeared between his fingers as if by magic.

"Did you not hear me? Arthur's smile widened. "Yer outta luck, lassie." He threw the coin at the man's face, causing him to loose his grip on Arthur.

"Aye!" he called out as he saw the sly Scott scoop up a few coins from their table, including a third-class ticket to board the 'White Star Line', and ran free from the pub toward the grand ship.

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Paul's Mood: Annoyed xxx Paul's Outfit:herexxx Jacqueline's Mood: Inattentive/ Absent-minded xxx Jacqueline's Outfit: here




"My, my, my. Would ja' look at that, Paul." Jacqueline's tone was rather ebullient as she gaped at the massive piece of metal that was towering before her. However, Paul paid no attention to it. He was far too busy hauling the luggage out of their Model T. "Y'know, that's all tea and crumpets, Jacquie," the overload left him breathless, "mind givin' me a hand here?"

She scoffed at his disinterest, but made no hesitation to help her darling half-brother.

Paul and Jacqueline were well known throughout Europe, having came from quite the dysfunctional family that nonetheless were a scandalous bunch. Paul's mother, Madame Léa Hélène Seydoux-Fornier , had been the promiscuous woman during the mid 1800's; spawned beneath the bed linen of many lonely men who disregarded their wives in search of a more profound lifestyle. Besides, who would decline a chance to mate with the beauty that was Léa Fornier; her long ebony hair, like timber from a mainly tropical tree, or those distinct steel-blue eyes she had.

Nevertheless, she was seen no more than an insignificant third-class woman who acquired the traits of those of a 'gold digger'. At the age of twenty, she gave birth to Paul with an English first-class merchant named Charles M. Jewitt. The two were never in love, to say the least, they were only passing acquaintance who happened to have a child at unexpectancy. Charles wanted nothing to do with the child, so he fled as soon as he heard the news, claiming that he had to leave for a 'business trip'. Léa was just as gullible to believe the bastard, thus she waited two years for his return.

However, he never came. Never once did she receive a letter asking whether she or the baby were okay. Charles left her with nothing, no money, no clothing, no food for the child. Léa couldn't ask her parents because they were no longer in her life. She had no cousins, no siblings who were willing to support her. Léa was a lonely widower with a toddler at her hip until a knight came to save the damsel from distress.

André de Clausonne had been one of the wealthiest businessman in the world, a real estate builder, investor, inventor, writer, and later became a lieutenant colonel in the Spanish–American War - an aristocrat of course yet he had the audacity to take the scoundrel in as his bride. It wasn't until later had she gave birth to another child, but this one was a girl, and Léa hoped she'd be a fool because that's the best thing a girl can be; a beautiful little fool.

Jacqueline Schoen Seydoux-Fornier de Clausonne was no fool. She was quite the opposite actually; a professional golfer, and an occasional Jockey, Jacqueline was the ideal women. And, Paul took an oath to protect his little sister from dry men who wanted to claim her as their own. It was family above all for these two as they were more than ready to leave behind their old life in search for a better one,

"faen ! se hvor du går, Jacqueline! " Paul cried out as the luggage Jacqueline was carrying slipped from her dainty fingers onto the toe of his oxfords.

"My apologies, dear brother, but it's not my fault I'm seeing such beauty right before my very eyes." She fanned herself in a theatrical manner that sent Paul rolling his eyes. "Besides, i'm not the one to be blamed. You were the one who considered not to bring along a servant."

"To carry our luggage, then return home?"

She once again dropped the luggage from her hands, and stood with her arms crossed defiantly. "You know exactly what I mean."

Paul hated when she did that. Played the bratty younger sibling that had to get their way. He gave out an exasperated sigh "Jacquie, let us not do this right now. They're calling all first class passengers. I promise you they have maids and butlers on the ship." She urged for her to come, and she gave in not skipping a beat.


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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy Character Portrait: Rosalie Essex
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Date: Thursday, April 11th 1912. xxx Time: 10:30 am. xxx Location: the coast of Celtic Sea
Headed to: Queenstown, Ireland xxx Arrival time: 3:30 pm. xxx Weather: partly cloudy with an abundance of stratocumulus clouds. moderate breeze at 50°C N/NW




Titanic's departure from Southhampton yesterday was quite the success! Afterwards, the massive vessel sailed to Cherbourg, France to board more passengers. Nonetheless, everything seemed to be running smoothly, not a mishap identified. Its passengers are enjoying the long voyage as well. Some even managed to make friends with those within their social heiarchy, but who knows? Maybe love will parish within this grand vessel, or rivals will be made. Sometimes fate just has to be waited upon before it is allowed to make its next move.

As first class passengers began to make their way towards the Parisian Café for an early morning coffee, most second and third class passengers aimed to put on their best fitting garments to join them, passing the bouncers who are scouting for any possible intruders. Nevertheless, people are making the most of it until their final destination to Pier 60 in New York on April 17, 1912.