MADISON, Clark Layne .||Done! :D

[clarklaynemadison]

Clark Layne Madison
“It's the first day of spring /And my life is starting over again “

FULL NAME Clark Layne Madison
NICKNAMES Clark, Noah (by his mother, who is still upset that her sister used the name on her son first, thank you very much) and Layne
AGE 28 at death and 28 still (it hasn’t been too long)
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY July 30, 1983
SPECIES Ghost
ALLIANCE Darkness. Light. Neutral.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY James McAvoy (hnnngg <3)
EYES Electric blue
HAIR Brunette (most of the time he wears it loose and shaggy, though he will occasionally style it back and away from his forehead)
BODY TYPE Slim.
HEIGHT 5’ 7”. . .and a half
WEIGHT 142 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Clark‘s eyes are captivating. Like sapphires or the sky before a storm, they are unflinchingly saturated. A little lower and one finds his soft, plump lips (cherry red). However memorable these features are to the mirror, though, people often walk away from Clark thinking, “Wow, he’s actually pretty short.”
STYLE Clark’s most common mode of dress is business casual. Pinstripe dress pants, collared long sleeve shirts and sometimes a vest. You can catch him in sweats if he’s working out or feeling lazy. Generally, though, he will make an effort..

LIKES At least 10.

• Reading
  
• Documentaries and sitcoms
  
• Sex
  
• Tradition
  
• Conversation
  
• People
  
• Walks/Jogging/Biking/Hiking
  
• Learning
  
• Dimples
  
• Relationships
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Cars
  
• Cruelty
  
• Change
  
• Guilt
  
• Gratuitous gravitas
  
• Graveyards, well, death in general
  
• Riddles, especially the ones with the stupid word play endings
  
• Restrictions
  
• Heights
  
• Being a ghost
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Optimistic
  
• Tenacious
  
• Goal-oriented
  
• Amicable
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• His past
  
• He's dependent
  
• A good plotline
  
• He's passive aggressive
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Uses wit and flirting as a defense mechanism
  
• Bites his lip when thinking
  
• Hums absentmindedly when working/during menial tasks
  
• Stands with his hands clasped behind his back
  

FEARS At least 3.

• That where he is now, this gray, depressing middle ground is the best he can ever hope for
  
• Not having a purpose
  
• Never figuring out why he’s still on Earth
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• Get out of this halfway limbo he’s living. Ghostliness isn’t that great (Casper was misleading).
  
• Feel accepted
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• He murdered a family of three, his wife and himself in a car accident. The official reports say manslaughter or accident, but he knows he’s completely at fault.
  
• He wants to go on to whatever’s after where he is now, but he’s not so sure it beats being the cast-off he is now. What if he has to swim laps in a fiery inferno? Or face those he killed?
  

OVERALL

“Clark Layne Madison,” always sounded pretentious to Clark; it really is an embarrassing name for anyone down to earth. And, sure, Clark isn’t really that much of a “man’s-man” or whatever, but he is a level-headed, logical guy. As a chemical engineer, Clark took pleasure in the mysterious, but also in knowing that there would always be a definite answer, regardless of what it seemed like from the beginning. Now that he’s dead, it’s become hard to be so certain of anything. Ghosts and the supernatural? Yeah, that kind of stuff was never for him. Once and a while he would go see a horror movie or re-read Bram Stoker and that was the extent of his dealings with the paranormal. Clark has become what he once thought ludicrous and the result was a lot of raging disbelief, complex equations, and (eventually) resigned acceptance.

Clark enjoys the solitary pursuits in life, in self-improvement. He reads for enjoyment, but also as a form of escapism. It is easier to delve into the plot of some anti-hero or the teachings of Sunzi than to face his own problems. Clark got through his life skirting conflict in favor of walking on the bright side. He always had a project or something for work that was more important than confrontation. Now that he is dead, Clark spends most of his time wandering, away from and towards his issues. With nothing to distract him, it is becoming harder to avoid his guilt. Clark never was the type to let the unexpected get the better of him, though, so with the help of his upbeat attitude, the sonorous thrum of old churches and an unlikely love interest, maybe Clark will come out of this alright.

MOTHER Janet Marie Madison. Alive.
FATHER John Clay Madison. Alive.
SIBLINGS None.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Wife, Jada Magdalena Madison. Deceased.
ETHNICITY Anglo Saxon
WEALTH STATUS Upper Middle Class
OVERALL

When Clark was really young, he drew on the walls. Black marker scrawls on his white bedroom walls. His parents, being awesome in general, did not berate him for it. They encouraged it, bestowing a very important message onto him: “Possessions do not matter.” The idea stuck with Clark, even when he was going through school and trying to decide what to be. He did not come from a family of means, both parents working at lower-paying jobs in order to make a comfortable life for themselves and their son. Clark saw how taxing working at a job you do not love could be and decided to try really, really hard. He wanted to be something great, like his father but also an architect or a rockstar. It turns out his creative mind was shit and so was his singing voice. A writer will write what he knows, and Clark decided to stick with what he was good at. Physics, chemistry and calculus, those messy, awful subjects were the ones he excelled in. So he decided to make lots of money and, at the suggestion of his chemistry teacher, geared himself toward the engineering field. It turns out engineering can be kind of dull at times, though, so he took up reading. His mother would read to him as a child and when he returned to it as a high-schooler, it felt more like something he just was meant to do than a hobby. Clark was at home in the pages of a book, and the solace of the written word became something completely his own. On his wall, the images ranged from dinosaurs to Crusoe to the distance formula to Macbeth’s dagger to the Hydraulic Engineering Circular 18 K4 Molinas Equation. Obviously he didn’t bring very many girls back to his room.

Clark lost his virginity to a sweet girl, like most people will say, at 16. He had no idea what he was doing, just that it was the single most spectacular moment of his life. Engineers are supposed to be really technically minded, but Clark still had that architect in him, that lover of lines and design. The composition of a woman, for him, was rather more beautiful than any molecular structure could ever hope to be. Balancing his social life and his goal to become an engineer grew to become something of a talent. Ever since 16, Clark has not been without some form of a girlfriend. There was a semester or two during college where he swore them off entirely and devoted himself to schoolwork, but he always came crawling back. Maybe something about being an only child makes a person want to be surrounded by people to make up for it. Maybe not. He went into engineering, not psychology, damn it.

Then he met Jada. There was no Lolita obsession, no Notebook angst, just pure and focused Jada. Clark had graduated with his Masters degree and found a job with a major alternative energy company two years before meeting Jada. He had been caught up in her exotic eyes and thick, wavy hair from the moment he had caught sight of her in a bar. After a few awful pick up lines and charming smiles, he managed to get her number. The rest isn’t exactly history, but it borders on it. They were the happily ever after, the 49% that were supposed to make it. See, it has never been life, but what you do with it that matters. Live it up, right? So maybe he’d been drinking more than he should have been on their two year anniversary. He was seizing the day, like the Romans always encouraged. Maybe Jada, beautiful Jada (because her beauty is all that’s left to him now, ever fading memories) should have driven. Would it have changed anything? She had been drinking, too, maybe not as much, but. . . Clark does not believe in the inevitable, just the facts. He was drunk and driving. He drove through a red light and into the side of an SUV. There was a kid inside. A kid with bedroom walls of his own and dreams beyond it. A child and his parents. Then there was him and his wife. Clark could have done something great, could have been an architect or a rock star or even just a loving husband (looking back, that alone should have, would have been enough). He could have been something. Now, he’s an apparition, a murderer. And, for the first time in his life, all that he can do is deal with it and look to the future.

NAME/ALIAS Madison
AGE 18
TIME ZONE Pacific Time Zone
HOW YOU FOUND US Erratic searching
OTHER CHARACTERS Nada
RP SAMPLE

at least 200 words.

(I just used a sample from a previous site I was on, hope that's okay)
The table is one of those semi-sterile, bland affairs that someone who had attended public school or a psychiatric ward would recognize. Patrick Bateman has never been to either. He sits with his hands in his lap and a glimpse of distaste in the set of his mouth. Dealing with the general public is. . . mundane at best, and now he is expected to not only cooperate with the general public, but immerse himself in it entirely. The difference between interaction and total submersion is paramount. It’s like trying to cross an intersection and just standing in the center lane, instead.

Patrick Bateman is wearing Oliver People’s nonprescription glasses, a crisp cerulean collar shirt by Perry Ellis and a charcoal gray cotton suit by Calvin Klein. There is a white Versace pocket square that he spent fifteen minutes perfecting that morning in mirror of his “new apartment“. Patrick Bateman has found that shoes often anchor an outfit and today he has chosen a pair designed by Salvatore Ferragamo. He is literally tailored to perfection.

And yet.

And yet he is supposed to mingle with the half-witted, poorly dressed, barely literate masses sucking air on this sci-fi purgatory boat. This will not do.

Patrick Bateman has decided to pass on this opportunity. He is almost positive that a meet-up is inevitable, that eventually one of the masses is going to confront him with a request for money or advice or a healthy, mutually beneficial friendship. There is a popular saying, “Hell is other people.” Patrick Bateman sits at an aesthetically despicable table and a sharp prickling sensation hits the back of his eyes.

Once he lived in the same building as Tom Cruise. Now he is trapped on a boat with what seems to be specifically the Middle Class. Patrick slips the glasses off of his face and gently rubs the bridge of his nose. The only reprieve would be putting off interaction for as long as possible. That was fine. Patrick Bateman is good at waiting.

And watching.

[JURATE]

A C C E P T E D
ah love him <3
don't forget the claims love!