WILLIAMSON, Jesse Alistair

[jesse alistair williamson]

JESSE ALISTAIR WILLIAMSON

FULL NAME: Jesse Alistair Williamson.
NICKNAMES: Jess
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Junior.
MAJOR: Biophysics & Medicine.
JOB OCCUPATION: Hal’s Waiter.

HAIR: Brown, thick, and on the longer side of short. He styles it every day so it doesn’t annoy him and he’s come to like wearing it that way, which is why he never had it cut shorter again.
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: The few he has don’t come with grand stories. They’re just not totally faded from childhood.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Joe Keery!

LIKES: Nanomedicine, guitars, finishing an assignment, music, a ticking clock, mentor projects, fresh apple pie, junk yards, late night, Game of Thrones, Lord of The Rings, chocolate milk, black coffee, liquorice, Jack Daniels, the country, cooking breakfast, fresh fruit, dogs, helping people, medical studies, old bookstores, flea markets.
DISLIKES: Unnecessary sarcasm, being tired, eating junk food, bullies, struggling to get through a day, missing a call from his grandma, cold vegetables, cleaning up, name calling, cold hands, breaking things, people he cares about being knocked down, garden gnomes, rap music, marzipan, iced tea, tasting blood.
FEARS: large spiders, heights, chickens.
SECRETS: Jesse has a rather bad habit of talking to his house plants. He doesn’t know how or when it started, but he only just catches himself doing it; it’s usually after a full blown conversation with them.
PERSONALITY: Jesse is a sweetheart who always puts others before himself. He’s a thoughtful person, who goes out of his way to be helpful. A gentleman, who may seem to be a little on the quiet side, he’s fought his fair share of demons in his life before making it to New York. He’s intelligent and very observant, but life has taught has taught him to keep his mouth shut more than he should. He’s not the type to sit back and watch someone else take a beating or be pushed around by bullies though. Jesse has had the crap kicked out of him for standing up to the assholes who wanted to kick the underdogs around. He can throw a decent punch to start things off, but he’s a defender – not a fighter. Still, he’d rather be the one struggling to move than some other poor kid. He’s perpetually overworked and tired, but Jesse has learned to live with that now. He’s not particularly lucky in love since there is a large part of him that is closed off since he’s so used to being kicked around and having those around him laugh at him for every little thing he does. Those trust issues will take time to overcome, and when he’s responsibly juggling so many other things it’s hard to focus on letting them go.

MOTHER: Marjorie Annabelle Williamson, deceased.
FATHER: Nathan Paul Williamson, deceased.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Norma Caitlyn Williamson, 64, paternal grandmother.
Alistair Lewis Williamson, 67, paternal grandfather.
PETS: He has a tank of fish.
HOMETOWN: Ely, Minnesota
HISTORY: Marjorie and Nathan were happily married in their early twenties after meeting at a club where all the local college kids went to. They danced, shared a cigarette, and then walked the long way back to the street where they both lived. It was a romance out of the story books, and soon they were celebrating the birth of their son. Jesse was a vibrant, healthy little boy who made his parents even happier. It wasn’t destined to stay that way, though. He was only eight months old when the shadow of death came creeping up on their home. Jesse was staying with his grandparents while his parents took a romantic weekend for their anniversary. They had been married three years and Nathan had booked a cute little lodge for them, a bit of a break for the two of them to just steal some time for themselves. They never made it there. A truck hauling timber tipped on a narrow road and four people were killed in the horrific accident; Nathan and Marjorie were two of them.

Jesse had lost his parents before he could even remember them. He was raised by his father’s parents. They had been who were looking after him when the accident happened. It was like that morning he was dropped off for good, not a short weekend. Jesse grew up with the older couple, learning good manners from his grandmother, and hard work from his grandfather. His only stories of his parents came from stories told at night, and photo albums filled with smiling faces and long faded dreams.

He was a smart kid – apparently very much like his father. Jesse loved school, but he was an odd child. He was the kid with no parents. He was an egghead. He was the target for a lot of the bullies, and he got kicked around a lot because he was smart, because he was the first to get braces, because he had no parents for parent/teacher conferences. Kids could be cruel and Jesse became aware of that at a very young age indeed. He could handle the other kids picking on him though. What he couldn’t abide by was seeing them pick on someone else. He would say something then. It got him in trouble, and often with an eye swollen shut as he swallowed down his own blood, but Jesse wanted those other kids being bullied to know they weren’t alone. He would protect the younger kids on their first days, and in time he became the ‘go to’ for many of the boys who were struggling in school. He didn’t have much luck with girls, but they would still ask him about the girls in their classes who they had crushes on. Or they’d talk to him about problems and take his advice. Jesse played this big brother figure to many of the kids in the lower grades. It was strange to him, but then he had stopped the older kids picking on them plenty of times; even if it cost him a busted lip and his dignity.

When it came to thinking about colleges, Jesse’s only hope was a scholarship. He’d managed to get into a good high school on an academic scholarship after his grandmother had pushed for him to try to attend the prestigious Pinegrove Academy. He wasn’t like the other kids who attended it. He didn’t come from a wealthy family, or have a big house in the good neighbourhoods. His grandparents had a one floor home in a quiet suburb that no one had moved into for over a decade. Kids had grown up and moved on, and Jesse was the guy who tutored the local kids with their science and helped them get that blue ribbon at the class fairs. If he was going to make something of himself he had to rely on his smarts again. He needed to ace his exams, and show that he was worth someone believing in him.

He made it into NYU on an academic scholarship, but his desire to go into Nanomedicine meant he needed to double major in Medicine and Biophysics. He was going to be overworked just with that alone before even thinking about making the top grades to ensure he was safe from academic probation. Jesse also needed to pay his way in the city that never sleeps. He ended up with a job as a waiter in a diner. He had worked throughout his junior and senior year of high school, so he wasn’t new to balancing two lives, but it still took a lot out of him. By the time he was approaching his junior year in college, Jesse was permanently exhausted, and surviving somehow on coffee, powernaps and phone calls home to the people who missed him back in Minnesota.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under my pillow – with the tooth fairy!
SAMPLE:

Let me sing for you instead!

[kim]