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Character name: Agent J ("Jay")
Series: Men in Black (movies)
Age: Late Twenties/Early Thirties
Job: Alien Accommodation and Regulation Officer
Canon: Ever look up at the stars and think that we're not alone in the universe? Well, you're right: there is something else out there! But don't let anyone know that you actually figured this out. Why? Because you might just find the Men in Black (aka MiB) on your doorstep, oh so ready to wipe away those alien memories and thoughts. The world of extraterrestrials is very hush-hush, and this mysterious organization intends to keep it that way. MiB is our backwater planet's connection to alien civilizations, and their agents supervise everything from alien immigration to stopping galaxy-crossing warships from blowing up Earth.
One of these agents is Agent J, one of MiB's finest alongside partner Agent K. Jay's got a New York attitude, suiting his NYPD roots, and for the most part, he's cool, jaded, and not one to take crap. The guy's street smart and a bit hot-blooded. You could say he's not exactly known for having a ton of patience, too. He can come across as pretty rough around the edges, and while he does have his gentlemanly moments, it tends to devolve into smack talk and threats. Even so, he'll get the job done, pretending to be agents from various government departments, kicking alien ass, and exercising his itchy neuralyzer trigger finger in the process.
*Note: A neuralyzer is a MiB device that flashes a blueish light at the intended target and causes memory loss of a set amount of time, as specified by the MiB member using it.
Sample Entry:
Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries Department! Officer John Smith here. If I can just have a moment of your time, I have an important announcement to make.
I know ya'll want to get back to your hoedown, but I need everyone to clear the area. And by the clear the area, I mean leave. Understand? The lake's radioactive, and it's growing some crazy shit in there. So unless you enjoy having a tentacle up your ass, I suggest you follow my orders. Now I know you all are Southerners, so maybe you guys like tentacle rape down here. Maybe it's a redneck sport. Maybe it turns ya'll on. I wouldn't know, and I don't want to know. I'm all for cultural exchange, but I've had enough alien tentac--Look, just move yo asses before I put my foot in 'em.
Me and Marcy gotta have a chat. In private.
Now Marcy. What are you doing out here? I thought we had limited you to the Puerto Rico Trench, girl. We were looking for you for years. You know that? Just 'cause you're pretending to be a giant squid don't mean you can ignore the rules: no leaving your area without permission from MiB. I am ashamed you didn't notify us. Oh. You think this is funny, huh? You laughin'? Does it look like I'm being funny, Marcy? Slimy mother--That mess took weeks to fix! I will beat yo jelly-ass down if you keep that up, girl. I am trying my hardest to be civil here, and Kay ain't here to stop my itchy trigger finger.
Don't you go thinking that Ms. Sayre is gonna help you outta this one either. MiB's gonna crawl up and down her ass, too. You know how many illegal aliens she's got here? It doesn't matter if they look like humans; this ain't your homeboy's house where you can just crash on the couch for a few days. You and Sayre have single-handedly made this camp the biggest shit storm of illegal alien activity in the world! You gotta follow the rules: register, or we beat yo ass; go through customs, or guess what--ass beatin'; fill out the paperwork, or... C'mon. Give it to me... Ass beating. Keep up.
Look, if you really wanna be staying at this joint, you just gotta fill out some more--Aw, hell naw, didn't I tell those rednecks to stay away from here? They listen about as well as those damn New Yorkers. Man, it is one thing to think you're living next to a giant squid; it's another to know you're living next to a giant squid-like alien. Marcy! Don't you move a tentacle; you and me ain't done yet.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd ask for your attention, but I already have it. Just put away your shotguns and listen to me; I'll explain everything once I put on my shades. If you could focus on this blue light here, you'll learn everything you need to know.
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Series: Men in Black (movies)
Age: Late Twenties/Early Thirties
Job: Alien Accommodation and Regulation Officer
Canon: Ever look up at the stars and think that we're not alone in the universe? Well, you're right: there is something else out there! But don't let anyone know that you actually figured this out. Why? Because you might just find the Men in Black (aka MiB) on your doorstep, oh so ready to wipe away those alien memories and thoughts. The world of extraterrestrials is very hush-hush, and this mysterious organization intends to keep it that way. MiB is our backwater planet's connection to alien civilizations, and their agents supervise everything from alien immigration to stopping galaxy-crossing warships from blowing up Earth.
One of these agents is Agent J, one of MiB's finest alongside partner Agent K. Jay's got a New York attitude, suiting his NYPD roots, and for the most part, he's cool, jaded, and not one to take crap. The guy's street smart and a bit hot-blooded. You could say he's not exactly known for having a ton of patience, too. He can come across as pretty rough around the edges, and while he does have his gentlemanly moments, it tends to devolve into smack talk and threats. Even so, he'll get the job done, pretending to be agents from various government departments, kicking alien ass, and exercising his itchy neuralyzer trigger finger in the process.
*Note: A neuralyzer is a MiB device that flashes a blueish light at the intended target and causes memory loss of a set amount of time, as specified by the MiB member using it.
Sample Entry:
Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries Department! Officer John Smith here. If I can just have a moment of your time, I have an important announcement to make.
I know ya'll want to get back to your hoedown, but I need everyone to clear the area. And by the clear the area, I mean leave. Understand? The lake's radioactive, and it's growing some crazy shit in there. So unless you enjoy having a tentacle up your ass, I suggest you follow my orders. Now I know you all are Southerners, so maybe you guys like tentacle rape down here. Maybe it's a redneck sport. Maybe it turns ya'll on. I wouldn't know, and I don't want to know. I'm all for cultural exchange, but I've had enough alien tentac--Look, just move yo asses before I put my foot in 'em.
Me and Marcy gotta have a chat. In private.
Now Marcy. What are you doing out here? I thought we had limited you to the Puerto Rico Trench, girl. We were looking for you for years. You know that? Just 'cause you're pretending to be a giant squid don't mean you can ignore the rules: no leaving your area without permission from MiB. I am ashamed you didn't notify us. Oh. You think this is funny, huh? You laughin'? Does it look like I'm being funny, Marcy? Slimy mother--That mess took weeks to fix! I will beat yo jelly-ass down if you keep that up, girl. I am trying my hardest to be civil here, and Kay ain't here to stop my itchy trigger finger.
Don't you go thinking that Ms. Sayre is gonna help you outta this one either. MiB's gonna crawl up and down her ass, too. You know how many illegal aliens she's got here? It doesn't matter if they look like humans; this ain't your homeboy's house where you can just crash on the couch for a few days. You and Sayre have single-handedly made this camp the biggest shit storm of illegal alien activity in the world! You gotta follow the rules: register, or we beat yo ass; go through customs, or guess what--ass beatin'; fill out the paperwork, or... C'mon. Give it to me... Ass beating. Keep up.
Look, if you really wanna be staying at this joint, you just gotta fill out some more--Aw, hell naw, didn't I tell those rednecks to stay away from here? They listen about as well as those damn New Yorkers. Man, it is one thing to think you're living next to a giant squid; it's another to know you're living next to a giant squid-like alien. Marcy! Don't you move a tentacle; you and me ain't done yet.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd ask for your attention, but I already have it. Just put away your shotguns and listen to me; I'll explain everything once I put on my shades. If you could focus on this blue light here, you'll learn everything you need to know.
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