Warehouse app

[this_isaturn]

PART 1 - Out of Character
NAME: Jill
AGE (must be 18 or older): 28
E-MAIL: minkhollow at gmail
AIM: thehermitof
PLURK: setecastronomy
DROPBOX: n/a
TIME ZONE: Eastern US
PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: email, PM, plurk


PART 2.d - In Character WH13/Eureka Canon Characters
Full Name: David Wolcott
Nicknames: Woolly
WH Job Title: field agent, Warehouse 12; he knew he was going to be head agent after the move to South Dakota, but not that he’d already been acting in that capacity for a while.
DOB/Age: January 8, 1870 | 40…ish? It’s complicated, there was a spot of time travel involved.
Birthplace: Birmingham, England
Gender: male
Sexuality: painfully heterosexual (and not remotely interested in Helena)
Species: human
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Journal: this_isaturn
PB: Gareth David-Lloyd This won’t be confusing at all!
Canon Point: post-death by pirates during the move to South Dakota

Warehouse Connection: David came to the Warehouse’s attention after an incident in which a woman came into his family’s business, waving a sword at any man who got close enough and babbling in a language he didn’t recognize, but clearly wasn’t English. He was clever enough to get behind her and remove the sword from her person that way, showing a natural aptitude for Artifact retrieval.

Appearance: Caucasian; just shy of six feet tall; dark hair (kept short); blue eyes; clean-shaven (the one time he tried to grow a beard was an utter disaster). He’s a forward-thinking dresser by Victorian standards, making a point to get high-quality clothes, and does not tend to keep his head covered beyond his bowler hat. Speaks with a British accent.

History: David Wolcott was the fourth child and third son of a middle-class Jewish family in Birmingham. His oldest brother was slated to take over his parents’ accounting business, despite being wholly unsuited to the task; his other brother became a rabbi; and David himself had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He got what education he could, helped his parents with their work, and had mostly resigned himself to keeping his oldest brother from driving things into the ground.

And then one day, a woman came charging into the building, shouting in a foreign language and waving a sword at any man who held still long enough. David managed to get the sword away from her by approaching her from behind, and that evening, he found himself with a new job in London, collecting Artifacts for Warehouse 12. (One of his first assignments was to help with the collection of the Teslas from Nikola Tesla himself at the World’s Fair.) Once he got the knack of it, he truly enjoyed it; the work was a challenge and he found himself with a surrogate sister in the form of his partner, one Helena Wells.

Unfortunately, Helena’s demons stemming from losing her daughter got the better of her, and David happened to be nearby when she tried one of her last desperate attempts to set the situation right. The next thing David knew, it was four years later and Helena, believing she’d killed him, had asked the Regents to bronze her. He set himself to the task at hand, retrieving Artifacts and helping to prepare for the upcoming move to America.

That move proved to be his undoing. One would have thought, with a global war breaking out and the Atlantic fairly teeming with artillery as a result, they would have had more problems earlier in the voyage; instead, they made it as far as Niagara Falls and promptly ran into pirates, of all things. David died in the skirmish, determined to keep the pirates from finding the contents of the bronze sector (particularly Helena).

Personality: David is very much a product of his time; nothing but polite with people he doesn’t know well, deeply uncomfortable with being flirted at, and used to navigating a certain amount of prejudice in others. (Any he might have held himself were well and truly obliterated by the Warehouse in general and Helena in particular, save one: He still thinks Christianity is weird, feels entitled to that opinion based on its interactions with Jews over the centuries, and won’t be swayed from it any time soon.) On the other hand, 1893 was progressing far too quickly for his tastes; he’s not going to like 2014 very much at all.

When he befriends people, or finds himself particularly comfortable in a group, his sarcastic streak comes to the fore rather quickly (it’s also more pronounced when he’s tipsy). He’s thoroughly familiar with the risks inherent in Warehouse life, and prone to deep insights about life, the universe and everything. There’s a reason the Regents wanted to set him up as head agent after the move to South Dakota was complete. However, he only recently became truly confident in his own worth to the organization, and hasn’t yet realized just how much of the head-agent job he was fulfilling in the run-up to the move.

His faith was never as strong as some members of his family’s, but it still shapes David’s outlook. He long ago decided that God would forgive him for any slip-ups in observances forced upon him by the nature of the job (and in fact only protested once, when handed a ham and cheese sandwich). That said, he does like having his Friday nights to himself whenever possible, provided there’s not a dire emergency afoot.

Special facts/special abilities about your character: David would say he learned from the best, but he came into the Warehouse with a good instinct when it comes to approaching whammied people and getting Artifacts away from them. He keeps his head well in a crisis, and has studied some kenpo (largely so he wouldn’t be completely helpless if Helena decided to use it on him). Somewhat to his own chagrin, he’s one of nature’s supervisors; leading a group of people is something he’d likely not have had the opportunity to do without the Warehouse. He’s also quite good at paper-based research.

What major possessions does your character have? clothes (his shirt and cape are riddled with bullet holes, and the shirt’s bloody), hat, Tesla, Warehouse 12 credentials, about $50 in face value of mixed British and American currency (he’d get more selling it to a collector than spending it, especially since the pounds are out of date)

Have you cleared this and discussed this with the Mods? Yup!
Do you agree to the requirements and pre-established obligations for the character? Yup!
Have you familiarized yourself with what the character has done, as either under NPC status or being played by a player, in the game thus far? Yup!

PART 3 - Writing Samples
1. First Person Writing Sample: Dear Helena,

I hope this letter finds you well, whenever it does find you. I have every confidence you won’t remain bronzed indefinitely, seeing as you did nothing to deserve it in the first place (I certainly don’t expect you to apologise for going after your daughter’s murderers). One way or another, I suspect I’ll be dead by that time, though, and I have a few things to tell you.

If I know you at all, you have yet to forgive yourself for what happened. Take this letter as proof that it didn’t transpire the way you think it did; experimentation in time travel, it seems, is just as likely to throw one forward at random as it is to kill one. The next thing I knew, it was 1905 and you... well, you know your bit of this story better than anyone.

I forgave you a long time ago, Helena. Your grief was as strong as any Artifact, and I’d wager it still is. You haven’t been yourself since Christina’s death, however well you tried to disguise your pain; I doubt however long it’s been for you has done anything to help. I hope you find someone or something that can help you to heal, if you haven’t already. When you love, you love with all of your being; as close as that may have come to destroying you, it’s also what makes you truly blossom. I never saw you as happy as you were when you talked about Christina.

I’ve put together what of your things I could find around the Warehouse. Charles is refusing to cede the personal effects of yours that are still in his house, and I doubt we’ll be able to get through to him before he dies; do be sure to check the bronze sector’s personal storage. I know he has one of your lockets, at the very least.

Do take care of yourself (and, should the right candidate or candidates present themselves, let them help, for God’s sake). I hope to see you in the flesh once more, but if I do not, know that I don’t blame you.

All my love,
David

2. Third Person Writing Sample: In which it’s Purim, Moist von Lipwig is an incorrigible flirt, and Woolly and Javert are never going to agree on religion.

3. First or Third person Sample: In which David discovers he’s lost four years, and Helena… welp.


PART 4 - Disclaimers
Was this character held for you?
Can this character be canon-punctured? N/A