james charles hooke

[JAMES CHARLES HOOKE]

"Alas, I have no happy thoughts" - Captain Hook

NAME: James Charles Hooke
NICKNAMES: Nicknames aren't exactly his thing.
AGE: Thirty-one
BIRTHDAY: March 14th
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: Fantasian
OCCUPATION: Professor at Thomas College
PLAYED BY: Zachary Quinto
DISNEY: Captain Hook
USER GROUP: Villain

PERSONALITY !

CONTROLLING! Asking this man to work with others is like asking him to chew off his own thumb. In his mind, the world is filled with idiots who should either listen to him or just lie down and die to avoid ruining his work. It’s almost pathological, the need for control – he finds it difficult to function when he has no one to boss around. Obviously, his relationships never last very long – he’s something of a serial monogamist. To be perfectly frank, it’s a big part of why he got into teaching – not many places would let him be head such a large group of people.

NEUROTIC! James had a system, and you better not fuck with the system. Pens (spring-loaded click pens, not capped ones) go on the left side of the drawer, next to the paper clips, all lined up. The morning coffee has a spoonful of honey (not sugar) and no cream. Sheets (white, linen, 300 thread count) are tucked in, as tightly as possible and blankets are folded and put on the edge, never draped over the entire bed. Everything has an order, a right position and a wrong position, and he does it all himself – James would never trust another person with his things. As a result, he is completely familiar with his own surroundings. In fact, if he went blind, it’d probably take a few days for someone to notice.

REFINED! Now, it’s important not to mistake James for your run-of-the-mill lunatic. He fancies himself quite the gentleman. His hair is properly combed. His shoes are properly polished. He enjoys a properly put-together three-piece suit, though he’s aware that they aren’t appropriate for every occasion. His shelves house a collection of lovely leather-bound books with gold-leafed pages. At restaurants, he orders scotch, none of those silly cocktails. It’s not just the sophistication that he appreciates; James likens those mannerisms to a level of authority that, unfortunately, comes only with age. Though he is only twenty-eight, the man has the heart of an old fart. Honestly, a part of him wishes he could fast-forward through all of this young-man stuff and just get to the point where he will be allowed to order people around without getting so much backtalk.

QUIRKS: James has an odd issue with not looking symmetrical. He can’t stand printed shirts with lopsided designs or pants with stains or rips that upset the balance. It’s probably why he enjoys formal clothes and often looks for excuses to wear them.

LIKES: tidiness, scotch, dusk, responsibility, driving, crosswords, strong coffee, vinyl records, foreign films, black tie affairs
DISLIKES: dust, working under someone else, sugar, television, children, sweaty palms, the smell of nail polish, winter, practical jokes, the sensation of falling

HISTORY !

William and Priscilla were not particularly wealthy folk, though they certainly acted the part. Their little suburban home was filled with pieces of art picked up from flea markets and garage sales. Priscilla carried fake designer handbags and wore faux-fur coats. William polished imitation leather shoes daily after putting on his rayon/polyester suit. Every night, the dinner table was meticulously set with artificial porcelain plates and too much cheap silverware. Neighborhood parties were “events,” and movie nights were “screenings.” Seeming so utterly ludicrous, it was hard to believe that the couple could ever manage to raise a child. Though, to be fair, they didn’t.

Lacking the means to hire a full-time nanny, most of the child-rearing was done by Priscilla’s mother, Lorraine, who moved in at her daughter’s request. Of course, she immediately became the “au pair” to all the neighbors. Unfortunately, by that time, the poor woman was well into her seventies and her vision was going. Oh, but she cared so much for her daughter that she tried so hard. Fortunately, James was a fairly obedient child, never causing too much trouble for the family. In fact, some might’ve even worried that he hardly ever seemed to play with his toys or laugh went tickled like a proper baby.

Things didn’t really change when the boy started school. He didn’t really engage with the other children, mainly because he wasn’t really certain how to interact with those strange creatures. When pressed by James’ teacher, his parents smiled and informed the woman that their son was simply “advanced for his age.” To their credit, it wasn’t an untrue statement. The boy was doing rather well with his numbers and letters and was even taking to reading. Of course, he had a bit of help with that last bit. His parents had signed him up for “tutoring sessions” which consisted of old workbooks and hour-long lessons on tape. He quickly became accustomed to his “advanced” status.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t meant to last. Having impressed his teachers, James was recommended for Hardwick Preparatory, an elite secondary boarding school. Of course, a semester’s tuition would’ve easily bankrupted his family. However, the family would not be so easily turned down. They arranged several meetings with the dean, and somehow, in a true testament to the power of positive thinking, the boy managed to procure a scholarship.

As it turns out, that particular miracle wasn’t quite as marvelous as one might’ve expected. The students at Hardwick were products of wealth – real wealth. They wore real designer labels from real boutiques. They had real maids and the real tutors. They rode real horses and vacationed in real summer homes. For the first time in thirteen years, James became utterly aware of the delusion in which he had been immersed. It was jarring, to say the least.

While his peers were generally apathetic to his family’s social standings, the boy quickly developed a serious inferiority complex. Sure, he could hide it well – he knew how to carry himself with confidence. There were plenty of friends to be made, especially as he knew how to turn on the charm. His every spare moment, however, was spent studying classical music, art, French and basically anything that would make him seem cultured. At sixteen, he found a part-time internship at a publishing company and began saving money. The plan was to start early and work his way up so that he’d be in the best position to get a high-paying job when he’d properly graduated university. At this point, he’d more or less written his parents off as financially unreliable.

Things didn’t work out exactly as planned. James did manage graduate with honors and enroll into university, climbing the corporate ladder throughout his education. However, not two months before he was to receive his degree did the firm get bought out by a competitor, who quickly terminated his position. At this point, the man’s pathology had bloomed into a full-blown obsession with control and a deathly phobia of failure. As one might expect, having his plans derailed caused something of a meltdown. He blew through his five stages of depression in three terrible days, which might’ve gotten him kicked out if not for the help of some longtime friends.

In the end, James moved back to Fantasia City and managed to get a teaching position at the local college. Having learned nothing from his recent episode, he reverted back to his old psychosis, albeit a more dormant form. He has still not established contact with his parents.

SAMPLE !

Most people would not consider swimming in the ocean at midnight to be a sensible idea, but, then again, most people aren’t Isaac Creed. And just the sake of the danger, he was gonna pick the most exclusive private beach, not a hundred yards from the yards of some very wealthy people who may or may not have some very pretty daughters. The boy lives for thrills, and those who try to stop him will get little more than a smirk and a casual “fuck off.” Rules, to him at least, were little more than challenges, and, being the honorable sort, he never backed down from a challenge.

So, the boy went and snuck out of his house, which admittedly was pretty unnecessary. His parents were out, and it was pretty damn unlikely that any of the help was going to say anything. Still, he had to create an atmosphere. If he just waltzed right out the front door, it wouldn’t have very well been a challenge. So, a three mile walk later, there he was. Freezing his balls off in the ocean simply because a fucking sign told him he couldn’t. Yes, this boy was a real genius, wasn't he? The lesson, kids, is that sometimes, when you screw the system, it just screws you right back.

Well, he couldn’t very well go home, now. He’d gone through all the trouble of sneaking about. Sighing heavily, Isaac cast his eyes around the darkness, hoping for something of interest to strike him. The boy smirked as he noticed that he had a nice view of a certain young lady’s bedroom. From afar, Isaac couldn't get a good look as to who she was, though, from what he could see, she was rather attractive. And judging by the fact that hers was the only window with a light, the parents probably weren’t home. Well, maybe his night wasn't going to be a complete waste.

The boy managed to get himself out of the icy water and trudged across the beach, twice piercing his foot on various sharp objects. When he got to the house, the boy, full of stupid pride, couldn't bring himself to simply ring the doorbell, despite the quite minimal danger of doing so. Instead, he opted to climb up to the mysterious girl's window, which, while more romantic, was infinitely stupider than the simpler option. Luckily for him, there was conveniently placed wooden paneling right next to the desired location. Really, one would think that owners would be more sensible not to make it so easy for someone to access their daughter’s window.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M LILY AND I'M A PRETTY WRY PERSON. I'M NINETEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH THE INFINITE BLACK VOID OF MY MIND. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE BLACK CAULDRON

[. NIKKI MOUSE]

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