Name/Alias: Robert
Character's Name: James Harvey
Age: 33
Avatar: Steve Buscemi
Home: Smog
Profession: Rabble-rouser, for lack of a better term. Call him a traveling evangelical act bellowing the evils of the Different if you will, but he has a very strong following. Long story short, he starts shit and stirs up anti-Different sentiment wherever he goes and somehow turns a buck at it.
Describe your character's appearance as clearly as you can:
James is as greasy and slimy as they come- yet not for lack of hygiene. He spend his days under portable tends preaching before his 'congregation,' working himself into a sweat that just never seems to completely subside. His hair is fine and thinning, his features distinctive yet still unattractive- none of this curtails the unchecked magnetism of the man. You can see an unsettled wariness in his eyes that carries over into the sun damaged wrinkles of his face. He is slight of build and compensates for his stature with sheer volume and overwhelming charisma of sorts.
Describe your character's style as clearly as you can:
Don't put it past him to always be dressed in generic 'business casual' at the least- when you're hustling and raising hell, it is only appropriate to be dressed the part. James is always in costume, he is always putting on a show. The real man was someone he forgot a long time ago.
Describe your character's attitude as clearly as you can:
Despite being a ruthless Diffie hater, he can actually come across as very sweet and thoughtful in person on a one on one basis. Imagine a Southern-Baptist revival tent preacher that does a much better job of hiding what a snake he is than most. As always, everything is an act. All of it is so carefully framed up and worded, yet underneath there are only snakes writhing on top of snakes- thirsting for blood and the search for blood.
Talents: Faking it. He fakes it like a pro. This has been lucrative enough to surpass the need to explore other talents. James doesn't really know himself as well as he should.