Reference: Application/Extended Info
» Name: Jake Sully
» Fandom: James Cameron’s Avatar
» Reference: Avatar Wiki entry on Jake Sully
» Canon Point: Just after the Hometree is burned and Neytiri tells Jake she never wants to see him again, at the instant the link is interrupted between Jake and his Avatar body.
» Gender: Male
» Age: physically 28, mentally ~22 (spent 5yr9mo in cryostasis)
» Orientation: heterosexual (he has only ever displayed attraction towards the opposite sex, and has taken a female Na’vi mate)
» Collar:
» Personality: Jake is strong-willed and sometimes a little too flippant for his own good, but he has a good heart. He may prefer to act self-assured and callous but that doesn’t mean he can’t be polite and honorable when the situation calls for it. He is a veteran Marine (he was wounded in action and unable to return to combat; he still holds the rank of Corporal) and thus very self-disciplined, good at taking orders, and can think on his feet. What’s more, Jake is an extremely determined person - this is perhaps best exemplified by the fact that he refuses to let his disability slow him down despite the fact that he is paralyzed from the waist down. In his own words, he believes he can “pass any test a man can pass” and is “sick of doctors telling him what he can’t do.” He challenges himself every chance he can get, both mentally and physically (though admittedly more the latter than the former), and doesn’t back down when things look tough or even impossible. He tends to be sarcastic and may not come off as the brightest guy, but he’s actually quite resourceful (for example, when lost alone in the jungle at night with only a knife, instead of panicking he fashioned a wooden spear and also a torch using plant leaves and sap).
Jake recently lost his twin brother (technically it’s been six years, but he was in cryostasis most of that time so to him it feels like it’s only been a few months) and he is still somewhat in the process of dealing with his death. At the time of his brother’s death, Jake was a very cynical person, feeling like he had nothing left to do with his life - this was partly the reason he agreed to take his brother’s place in the Avatar program on Pandora (the other part was, admittedly significant monetary compensation). Through his experience driving an Avatar body and becoming one of the Na’vi people on Pandora, however, Jake has come to appreciate life and the important things in it once more. Over time he has fallen in love with not only the forests and the people of Pandora, but he has taken a Na’vi mate, Neytiri.
As a result of his experiences on Pandora, while he is still a soldier at heart Jake has learned to question the orders he’s given when they go against what he knows and feels is right. At the canon point I’ve taken him from, although he hasn’t yet united the Na’vi people and led the rebellion against the human forces that would wipe them out, he has reached the point where he is disillusioned with being human and with what they are doing on Pandora and is willing to give his life to protect Pandora and the Na’vi. He has spent significant time (3 months) in his Avatar body, so much so that he has recently begun to feel that his time as a Na’vi is more real than his human life; some of the details of his past life have begun to blur, and he has felt more alive during the past three months than he has in a long time.
Jake has shown that he is loyal and passionate to those he cares about and for what he believes is right. He turned down the opportunity to be sent home for the operation that would restore the use of his legs so that he could stay and complete the Na’vi ritual to become a man and tribe-member in order to facilitate relations between the humans and Na’vi. Once Jake develops a real respect for someone, they have it for life. When he allies himself with a cause, he will do whatever it takes to see it through, regardless of the odds. He can be extremely brave, though sometimes to the point of recklessness. This trait, however, also allows him to take high-risk gambles that an opponent might not expect, giving him the advantage even in a situation that might otherwise be impossible to win.
» Appearance: Jake is physically 28; he is 5’9” tall (were he to stand) with dark blue eyes and brown hair. Perhaps his most obvious trait is his disability - Jake was wounded while in the Marines and has been paralyzed from the waist down. His legs, due to obvious disuse, are atrophied and look jarringly out of place on his otherwise relatively fit body. He is well-muscled on his torso and arms and he also has two tattoos: a large tribal design that covers his right shoulder/upper arm, and a smaller tattoo on his left upper arm that reads "Born Loser" (both are black). His hair is short: a few inches long and messy, having grown out of a military buzz cut with no further styling.
When he arrives on Atia, he’s actually spent much of the past three months in his Avatar body and therefore his human body is somewhat neglected - he is a bit underweight and pale from lack of a very healthy diet or any exercise, though his arms are still in good shape from having to wheel himself around while awake in his human body. He also has a bit of stubble, as though he hasn’t been particularly vigilant about shaving that day. The clothes he would have arrived with are the last clothes he wore on Pandora - a black t-shirt with a white design and grey pants with white socks; no shoes. He also has an ID tag much like a dogtag, with a microchip embedded in an orange plastic holder.
Jake also (naturally) has a wheelchair, which arrived with him on Atia. It’s a very simplistic wheelchair with a yellow frame, black seat, and black-and-silver wheels. It can be folded in half for storage/travel and there are no handles (i.e., you can’t push him around like with a hospital wheelchair). It has his surname written in what looks like black sharpie on the bottom of the frame in the back.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry: [video]
[There are fumbling and muffled sounds for a moment, then Jake realizes he’s got the device recording and his upper body swings into view. He looks pale and tired. His hair is mussed and there is at least half a day’s stubble on his face. He is wearing a black t-shirt; the bottom edge of a tattoo is just visible below the sleeve on his right arm. He blinks into the camera.]
Okay. [His voice sounds rough, like his throat is raw.] Is anyone listening? What the hell happened? Where am I? [He glances out the window, then back at the device.] This isn’t Pandora. This doesn’t even look like Earth. It’s too... clean.
[He runs a hand over his face. His features turn frustrated, angry.] Look. You guys are RDA, right? [He looks around the room again.] You can’t do this to me. I don’t want to be here. And this? [He tugs at the hemp collar around his neck.] This isn’t funny. I’m not your pet Marine anymore. I thought I made that clear. I want to know where I am and I want to know what you did to the Omaticaya after you destroyed their home.
[He turns the device over and the image goes blurry for a moment. He’s looking at the back of the device; through the feed, you can see his legs now. They look atrophied, too small for someone his size in the loose grey pants he’s wearing.]
This doesn’t look like RDA issue... Where the hell am I?
[The video feed cuts off.]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
Jake was utterly lost in the most perfect moment; it was like that first night with Neytiri all over again, slow and steady but building into the best climax he’d ever had in his life -
And then it was over. Jake lay in the link bed with his eyes closed for a moment, just reveling in the memory and how perfect it had been, breathing slowly in and out -
Except, wait. Hang on a second. That wasn’t right - that wasn’t right at all. The last thing he’d done hadn’t been to mate with Neytiri - it had been to watch her home burn, to watch her scream at him with tears streaming down her face. He’d watched everything he worked towards over the past three months fall to pieces all in an instant. Hometree had burned, Eytukan had been killed, and Neytiri had - rightly - blamed him.
”Get away!” she’d screamed. ”Go away and never come back!”
The words rang in his head on endless repeat. God, he felt like an idiot. It was all his fault, he’d handed Hometree right into the hands of its destroyer, and he wanted nothing more than to go back and make it all right...
But that was all he remembered. There was nothing else. Jake forced his eyes open to find that he wasn’t in the link bed - he wasn’t in a bed he recognized at all. Hell, this wasn’t even Pandora - it couldn’t be. From here he could see that the windows of the room were open, and air tickled gently across his skin. Beyond the window the sky was clear and blue, but there were... were those trees in the distance? He’d never seen trees anywhere but Pandora, but if he was still there he should be choking. But the air was too clean here to be Earth - or, at least, anywhere on Earth that he’d been. None of this made any sense.
He looked down, but he already felt - or, rather, didn’t feel - what he’d suspected from the start. He was in his own body - his human body. What was more, he was naked and, uh. Yeah, that had been an awfully nice dream, if the evidence was anything to go by. He reached down and wiped away the mess with a handful of silk sheets. By the looks of it, whoever had brought him here could certainly pay to wash them.
As he shifted into a sitting position he realized that he was naked, yes - except for what felt like a woven necklace around his neck. He couldn’t see it very well - tugging at it with his fingers only indicated that it was barely loose enough to get a finger under but not much else. He couldn’t find a clasp or a tie, and while it didn’t seem to have a transmitter or any sort of tracking device in it... well, what else could it be?
Jake frowned, trying to put the pieces together. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t know what had happened after the destruction of Hometree. Where was everyone - where was Grace, where was Norm? How had he gotten here, wherever this was, and oh God, Neytiri never wanted to see him again but she was still in danger. She thought she could get her people through this mess and maybe she could, but maybe she couldn’t. She was strong, but how could she possibly know what RDA would do when they’d already shown that they’d destroy their biggest obstacle when there were families - children - still inside? How could the Na’vi fight incendiary missiles with bows and spears, and how could they do it without him?
He felt the confusion start to rise, and along with it panic, until he stopped it in its tracks. Take a deep breath, Marine, he told himself, his mind falling back to the one thing he knew he could count on - his training. Assess the situation, and then deal with it accordingly.
He needed to get back - okay. One thing at a time. He needed to figure out where he was, and he needed to figure out who was holding him here. He took another look around the room. Nice - fancy, all grecco-roman or some shit, but nowhere he’d ever been before. Impersonal - a guest room, maybe? It didn’t look like a prison, but it also didn’t take a genius to figure out that looks weren’t everything. He felt a momentary stab of panic before he caught sight of a wheelchair - his wheelchair - folded up against the side of the bed. Okay, then - he wasn’t going to be confined to the bed.
But that still told him nothing about who’d done this. Was it RDA? Had they taken him off-planet? He could breathe the air, but there were trees here. So it wasn’t Pandora and it wasn’t Earth. But where else could it be? There were way too many questions and far too few answers, and Jake didn’t like any of it. He wanted answers - and now.
He caught sight of a pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. Well, first things first; he wasn’t going to go poking around here looking for answers naked. Jake reached down and pulled his legs over to the side of the bed, turning his body so he could reach the pile and picked up the first item. It startled him to realize that it was his own clothing - in fact the last clothing he remembered wearing, when he’d sealed himself into that link bed for what had apparently been the last time. If that was the case, he kind of hoped it’d been washed.
At least it was familiar, and upon inspection it smelled clean. He pulled the shirt over his head, then began the struggle to get boxers and pants on over useless appendages. As he yanked socks over toes that felt for all intents and purposes like someone else’s, Jake caught sight of a small electronic device sitting just out of reach that had been hidden by the pile of clothes.
Next to it was his RDA ID tag; Jake pocketed it with some disdain, not exactly inclined to put it on. He didn’t work for RDA anymore - that had pretty much ended when they’d made it clear that company policy included murder the instant diplomacy failed. Transferring himself with the ease of practice from the bed to his chair, Jake swiftly wheeled over to the end of the bed and picked the device up, turning it over in his hands. It was small and black; it looked like some kind of handheld computer, only an old one. Was it a radio? It didn’t look familiar, but it didn’t look that hard to figure out...
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» Fandom: James Cameron’s Avatar
» Reference: Avatar Wiki entry on Jake Sully
» Canon Point: Just after the Hometree is burned and Neytiri tells Jake she never wants to see him again, at the instant the link is interrupted between Jake and his Avatar body.
» Gender: Male
» Age: physically 28, mentally ~22 (spent 5yr9mo in cryostasis)
» Orientation: heterosexual (he has only ever displayed attraction towards the opposite sex, and has taken a female Na’vi mate)
» Collar:
» Personality: Jake is strong-willed and sometimes a little too flippant for his own good, but he has a good heart. He may prefer to act self-assured and callous but that doesn’t mean he can’t be polite and honorable when the situation calls for it. He is a veteran Marine (he was wounded in action and unable to return to combat; he still holds the rank of Corporal) and thus very self-disciplined, good at taking orders, and can think on his feet. What’s more, Jake is an extremely determined person - this is perhaps best exemplified by the fact that he refuses to let his disability slow him down despite the fact that he is paralyzed from the waist down. In his own words, he believes he can “pass any test a man can pass” and is “sick of doctors telling him what he can’t do.” He challenges himself every chance he can get, both mentally and physically (though admittedly more the latter than the former), and doesn’t back down when things look tough or even impossible. He tends to be sarcastic and may not come off as the brightest guy, but he’s actually quite resourceful (for example, when lost alone in the jungle at night with only a knife, instead of panicking he fashioned a wooden spear and also a torch using plant leaves and sap).
Jake recently lost his twin brother (technically it’s been six years, but he was in cryostasis most of that time so to him it feels like it’s only been a few months) and he is still somewhat in the process of dealing with his death. At the time of his brother’s death, Jake was a very cynical person, feeling like he had nothing left to do with his life - this was partly the reason he agreed to take his brother’s place in the Avatar program on Pandora (the other part was, admittedly significant monetary compensation). Through his experience driving an Avatar body and becoming one of the Na’vi people on Pandora, however, Jake has come to appreciate life and the important things in it once more. Over time he has fallen in love with not only the forests and the people of Pandora, but he has taken a Na’vi mate, Neytiri.
As a result of his experiences on Pandora, while he is still a soldier at heart Jake has learned to question the orders he’s given when they go against what he knows and feels is right. At the canon point I’ve taken him from, although he hasn’t yet united the Na’vi people and led the rebellion against the human forces that would wipe them out, he has reached the point where he is disillusioned with being human and with what they are doing on Pandora and is willing to give his life to protect Pandora and the Na’vi. He has spent significant time (3 months) in his Avatar body, so much so that he has recently begun to feel that his time as a Na’vi is more real than his human life; some of the details of his past life have begun to blur, and he has felt more alive during the past three months than he has in a long time.
Jake has shown that he is loyal and passionate to those he cares about and for what he believes is right. He turned down the opportunity to be sent home for the operation that would restore the use of his legs so that he could stay and complete the Na’vi ritual to become a man and tribe-member in order to facilitate relations between the humans and Na’vi. Once Jake develops a real respect for someone, they have it for life. When he allies himself with a cause, he will do whatever it takes to see it through, regardless of the odds. He can be extremely brave, though sometimes to the point of recklessness. This trait, however, also allows him to take high-risk gambles that an opponent might not expect, giving him the advantage even in a situation that might otherwise be impossible to win.
» Appearance: Jake is physically 28; he is 5’9” tall (were he to stand) with dark blue eyes and brown hair. Perhaps his most obvious trait is his disability - Jake was wounded while in the Marines and has been paralyzed from the waist down. His legs, due to obvious disuse, are atrophied and look jarringly out of place on his otherwise relatively fit body. He is well-muscled on his torso and arms and he also has two tattoos: a large tribal design that covers his right shoulder/upper arm, and a smaller tattoo on his left upper arm that reads "Born Loser" (both are black). His hair is short: a few inches long and messy, having grown out of a military buzz cut with no further styling.
When he arrives on Atia, he’s actually spent much of the past three months in his Avatar body and therefore his human body is somewhat neglected - he is a bit underweight and pale from lack of a very healthy diet or any exercise, though his arms are still in good shape from having to wheel himself around while awake in his human body. He also has a bit of stubble, as though he hasn’t been particularly vigilant about shaving that day. The clothes he would have arrived with are the last clothes he wore on Pandora - a black t-shirt with a white design and grey pants with white socks; no shoes. He also has an ID tag much like a dogtag, with a microchip embedded in an orange plastic holder.
Jake also (naturally) has a wheelchair, which arrived with him on Atia. It’s a very simplistic wheelchair with a yellow frame, black seat, and black-and-silver wheels. It can be folded in half for storage/travel and there are no handles (i.e., you can’t push him around like with a hospital wheelchair). It has his surname written in what looks like black sharpie on the bottom of the frame in the back.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry: [video]
[There are fumbling and muffled sounds for a moment, then Jake realizes he’s got the device recording and his upper body swings into view. He looks pale and tired. His hair is mussed and there is at least half a day’s stubble on his face. He is wearing a black t-shirt; the bottom edge of a tattoo is just visible below the sleeve on his right arm. He blinks into the camera.]
Okay. [His voice sounds rough, like his throat is raw.] Is anyone listening? What the hell happened? Where am I? [He glances out the window, then back at the device.] This isn’t Pandora. This doesn’t even look like Earth. It’s too... clean.
[He runs a hand over his face. His features turn frustrated, angry.] Look. You guys are RDA, right? [He looks around the room again.] You can’t do this to me. I don’t want to be here. And this? [He tugs at the hemp collar around his neck.] This isn’t funny. I’m not your pet Marine anymore. I thought I made that clear. I want to know where I am and I want to know what you did to the Omaticaya after you destroyed their home.
[He turns the device over and the image goes blurry for a moment. He’s looking at the back of the device; through the feed, you can see his legs now. They look atrophied, too small for someone his size in the loose grey pants he’s wearing.]
This doesn’t look like RDA issue... Where the hell am I?
[The video feed cuts off.]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
Jake was utterly lost in the most perfect moment; it was like that first night with Neytiri all over again, slow and steady but building into the best climax he’d ever had in his life -
And then it was over. Jake lay in the link bed with his eyes closed for a moment, just reveling in the memory and how perfect it had been, breathing slowly in and out -
Except, wait. Hang on a second. That wasn’t right - that wasn’t right at all. The last thing he’d done hadn’t been to mate with Neytiri - it had been to watch her home burn, to watch her scream at him with tears streaming down her face. He’d watched everything he worked towards over the past three months fall to pieces all in an instant. Hometree had burned, Eytukan had been killed, and Neytiri had - rightly - blamed him.
”Get away!” she’d screamed. ”Go away and never come back!”
The words rang in his head on endless repeat. God, he felt like an idiot. It was all his fault, he’d handed Hometree right into the hands of its destroyer, and he wanted nothing more than to go back and make it all right...
But that was all he remembered. There was nothing else. Jake forced his eyes open to find that he wasn’t in the link bed - he wasn’t in a bed he recognized at all. Hell, this wasn’t even Pandora - it couldn’t be. From here he could see that the windows of the room were open, and air tickled gently across his skin. Beyond the window the sky was clear and blue, but there were... were those trees in the distance? He’d never seen trees anywhere but Pandora, but if he was still there he should be choking. But the air was too clean here to be Earth - or, at least, anywhere on Earth that he’d been. None of this made any sense.
He looked down, but he already felt - or, rather, didn’t feel - what he’d suspected from the start. He was in his own body - his human body. What was more, he was naked and, uh. Yeah, that had been an awfully nice dream, if the evidence was anything to go by. He reached down and wiped away the mess with a handful of silk sheets. By the looks of it, whoever had brought him here could certainly pay to wash them.
As he shifted into a sitting position he realized that he was naked, yes - except for what felt like a woven necklace around his neck. He couldn’t see it very well - tugging at it with his fingers only indicated that it was barely loose enough to get a finger under but not much else. He couldn’t find a clasp or a tie, and while it didn’t seem to have a transmitter or any sort of tracking device in it... well, what else could it be?
Jake frowned, trying to put the pieces together. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t know what had happened after the destruction of Hometree. Where was everyone - where was Grace, where was Norm? How had he gotten here, wherever this was, and oh God, Neytiri never wanted to see him again but she was still in danger. She thought she could get her people through this mess and maybe she could, but maybe she couldn’t. She was strong, but how could she possibly know what RDA would do when they’d already shown that they’d destroy their biggest obstacle when there were families - children - still inside? How could the Na’vi fight incendiary missiles with bows and spears, and how could they do it without him?
He felt the confusion start to rise, and along with it panic, until he stopped it in its tracks. Take a deep breath, Marine, he told himself, his mind falling back to the one thing he knew he could count on - his training. Assess the situation, and then deal with it accordingly.
He needed to get back - okay. One thing at a time. He needed to figure out where he was, and he needed to figure out who was holding him here. He took another look around the room. Nice - fancy, all grecco-roman or some shit, but nowhere he’d ever been before. Impersonal - a guest room, maybe? It didn’t look like a prison, but it also didn’t take a genius to figure out that looks weren’t everything. He felt a momentary stab of panic before he caught sight of a wheelchair - his wheelchair - folded up against the side of the bed. Okay, then - he wasn’t going to be confined to the bed.
But that still told him nothing about who’d done this. Was it RDA? Had they taken him off-planet? He could breathe the air, but there were trees here. So it wasn’t Pandora and it wasn’t Earth. But where else could it be? There were way too many questions and far too few answers, and Jake didn’t like any of it. He wanted answers - and now.
He caught sight of a pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. Well, first things first; he wasn’t going to go poking around here looking for answers naked. Jake reached down and pulled his legs over to the side of the bed, turning his body so he could reach the pile and picked up the first item. It startled him to realize that it was his own clothing - in fact the last clothing he remembered wearing, when he’d sealed himself into that link bed for what had apparently been the last time. If that was the case, he kind of hoped it’d been washed.
At least it was familiar, and upon inspection it smelled clean. He pulled the shirt over his head, then began the struggle to get boxers and pants on over useless appendages. As he yanked socks over toes that felt for all intents and purposes like someone else’s, Jake caught sight of a small electronic device sitting just out of reach that had been hidden by the pile of clothes.
Next to it was his RDA ID tag; Jake pocketed it with some disdain, not exactly inclined to put it on. He didn’t work for RDA anymore - that had pretty much ended when they’d made it clear that company policy included murder the instant diplomacy failed. Transferring himself with the ease of practice from the bed to his chair, Jake swiftly wheeled over to the end of the bed and picked the device up, turning it over in his hands. It was small and black; it looked like some kind of handheld computer, only an old one. Was it a radio? It didn’t look familiar, but it didn’t look that hard to figure out...
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