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| Name: | Fisher Majors | ||||||||||
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| Bio: | Name: Fisher Majors Gender: Male Race: Gifted Human Actual Age: 28 DOB: October 8th, 1979 Physical Description: Pale skin, tornado-mussed black hair and deep, sunken gray eyes. About 5'6", almost 125 lbs. Tends to walk with his shoulders hunched, his head down and his hands in his pockets. He usually goes for the goth/emo look. Distinguishing Marks: Needle tracks on both arms, more on the left. PB: Gerard Way Birth Location: Ticonderoga, NY Personality: About what can be expected from an emo ex-junkie. He's quiet, surly, keeps to himself and mumbled a lot. Before becoming a drug addict, Fisher had wanted to be a musician. (In fact, being a musician aided in his becoming a junkie. Viscious cycle.) He often writes down lyrics and notes on scraps of paper or, when none is available, on his arms and hands. He's not a particularly approachable person, and thus prefers to be alone. Since high school, Fisher has kept mostly to himself. He figures if he isn't approachable, he can't make any friends. The fewer friends he has, the fewer people that have a chance of finding out what a freak he is. BIO: The Majors were a successful, happy family. Kenneth Majors was the president of a local bank, Howdell Mansion Grand Bank. Julia Majors, his wife, co-founded the Neighborhood Women's Resouce Center for unwed mothers, abuse victims and families with no money for daycare. Although there were charity fundraisers held three times a year to raise money for the center, its main sponsor was HMG Bank. The couple had two sons, Fisher and Lyle (who was eight years younger than Fisher). The two boys grew up like other boys- they had a tree house/pirate ship in the back yard. They rode their bicycles all over the neighborhood. They went to school. They tried to kill each other on a daily basis. Fisher made Lyle eat dirt, Lyle told on him. All in all it was good times all around. Lyle looked up to his older brother, who had the best imagination ever. Fisher could make up imaginary people with such detail it was like Lyle should've been able to see them right in front of his face. Julia Majors thought her boys were just being kids, and Fisher had a wonderful imagination. That is, until he turned thirteen and his imaginary friends didn't go away. She assumed he was just using them as a defense mechanism, though against what she couldn't say. She tried introducing him to new friends, but that only made him withdraw into himself more. She tried scolding him. That seemed to keep his talk of his friends at bay, but she knew he still spoke to them when he was alone. Fisher started reading up on his visions once he got to high school. He had known all his life that he wasn't imagining what he saw, but no one would believe him. The term for his ability was "medium". He figured out that the people he was seeing were dead when he saw Mr. Willoughby walking around his own front yard, searching in the gras for something. (Mr. Willoughby had died four years prior.) When Fisher had gone to see what the man was looking for, he'd found Mrs. Willoughby's wedding ring. She'd thought she'd lost it forever and was eternally grateful that Fisher had found it. She hadn't even thought to ask why he was snooping around in her yard. Denial is a beautiful peacemaker. Fisher did not talk about his dead visitors, and Julia did not ask. Their happy balance continued until the year Fisher turned twenty-two. Kenneth's best friend Chase got into a terrible car accident and died that October. At hiw own funeral, Chase sat down beside Fisher and told him that his father had been having an affair for the past six years with a woman he'd met at the bank. He'd been keeping the secret for too long, and felt he owed Julia the truth. Fisher didn't like doing what the spirits told him to (sometimes it was very creepy), but because he'd known Chase all his life he felt he could oblige this request. Julia called him a liar. She slapped his face, the only time she had ever struck one of her boys. She demanded to know who had told him such lies, despite his insistance that she really didn't want to know. Finally, he told her the truth just to shut her up. His mother told him not to be a smartass, then stormed away. Later that night she came back into his room, quietly, and sat beside him on the bed. She had confronted Kenneth about the affair, who admitted to it, and said that no one had known except Chase. And she wanted Fisher out of the house immediately. Fisher was stunned. What the hell had he done wrong? His mother refused to look at him, and that's when it all made sense. He was a freak. He was ruining the perfect little bubble they all lived in, and that scared the hell out of Julia. Heaven forbid someone rock the boat. Fished threw a few meager items into his car- a backpack of clothes, his guitar and his favorite pillow- and sped off into the night. His brother Lyle was never told why Fisher left, and spent the next six years wondering what had happened to make his brother abandon him. Fisher decided to go where he could pursue his dream of being an emo alt-rocker... New York City. Unfortunately, NY is also a cesspool of unsolved murders and violent deaths. It seemed no matter where Fisher went there was a spirit looking for his help, and all of these people were strangers. It was becoming unbearable. Two years after leaving his childhood home, Fisher Majors was in a place no one from Ticonderoga would have guessed. The son of such a prominent family was sleeping on the couch in a friend's apartment, working as a janitor in a seedy night club and playing in his band in dive bars on the weekend for a whopping $40 a gig. One night before a show, there seemed to be an abundance of paranormal activity going on at that particular place, and Fisher was feeling overwhelmed. His drums player offered him a syringe, telling him it would take the edge off his nerves. Fisher stared at the needle, hesitant. He tied off his arm, plunged the steel into his vein and injected the smooth burning of relief. And everthing washed away- the spirits, the anxiety. It was like magic. As expected, it all went downhill from there. Any time Fisher was wasted he couldn't hear the spirits, so he was wasted all the time. This cost him every paycheck, then every friend, then his band, then his car, guitar and all his belongings. Over the course of the next four years, Fisher became homeless, addicted and practically dead inside. Four years later... March 18th, 2007. Almost 11:30pm. The last truly cold day in New York City, with steady snow fall. Fisher Majors sat huddled next to a bench in Central Park, shivering. His threadbare canvas jacket barely held in his bodyheat, not that there was much to begin with. He was thin as a rail, gaunt and skeletal. A man walking by earlier that night had almost believed Fisher was a ghost, waiting for the train to the next world. A sturdy businessman in a long wool trenchcoat stopped in front of Fisher, looming down on him. A fedora covered his head and hid his features in shadow. Fisher looked up at him, his vision swimming. "Whatta ya got?" he asked, his teeth chattering with each word. "Whatever it is man, I want it. Mugged a lady earlier, I'm good for it." Frozen fingers shaking, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He wasn't sure how much there was in it, since the world had kept spinning too fast for him to see anything, but he was sure it would be enough for an ounce of something. The man crouched down, looking over Fisher's lifeless features. The boy stared back at him, waiting for a fix. "I've been watching you," the businessman said, his voice smooth and powerful, like the clean swing of an ax. "You talk a lot to people. People that aren't really there." "They never stop," Fisher confessed, covering his eyes with his palms. "Gimme the fucking shit, man." "I'll do you one better." The elder gentleman gently took Fisher's hands from his face. Then he slapped him hard against the cheek. It left a bright red welt that almost glowed against the powdery white skin. "I know who you talk to," the man said sternly. The man grabbed Fisher's biceps and hoisted him unsteadily to his feet. His eyes bore into the boy's, making absolute sure that attention was being paid. "There is a place I'm going to send you that'll help you figure this out. But first, you have to get clean. No school is going to take a scumbag like you." "School? Fuck that shit, man. I already graduated like ten years ago." "You can't graduate from this." Roughly pulling Fisher along, the elderly gentleman made a beeline for a cadilac parked by the edge of the woods. Stumbling along, Fisher followed without choice. He wasn't sure where he was being taken, who this old guy was or what he wanted, but inside the car was warm and that was reason enough to oblige. The next six months passed with Fisher tucked away in a rehab clinic. As the toxins flushed from his system, the people and the voices came back in full force, reminding Fisher why he had begun taking drugs in the first place. Medium, is what most people called it. The communicator between the living and the dead. Fucking annoying is what Fisher called it. Six months and four suicide attempts later, Fisher was clean and ready to go to Halcyon, where the elderly gentleman had sent in a large donation to cover his room and board for at least four years. For the first time in years, Fisher felt like maybe living clean wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't be sick all the time, and if this place that the old guy was sending him to really was full of weirdos like him, he could even make friends. But as Fisher's luck would have it, after a only a few short weeks the school had a sort of "magical accident" (nothing more would be said about it) and every student was required to leave. Luckily for Fisher, the decision had already been made for him by the anonymous old man who'd paid for his rehab. He would be sent back to the states and attend Tiberius J. Swann Denention Facility. On the plus side, at least this time Fisher was going in knowing a few people. Having been so strung out that he couldn't see straight, Fisher would never know that the man who saved his life that night was his grandfather, Jacob Astor. He didn't have the heart (or stones) to tell the Majors their son wasn't lying, because he too could see what Fisher saw. He felt paying for school was the least he could do for his grandson. Family: Julia Majors- Mother Kenneth Majors- Father Lyle Majors- Younger Brother Jacob Astor- Grandfather (mother's side) Esther Astor- Grandmother (mother's side) Bradley Majors- Grandfather (father's side, deceased) Kathleen Majors- Grandmother (father's side) Weakness: Addictive personality. Bad drug habits. Alcoholism. Fisher has a hard time saying 'no' to anything that'll make him forget who he is. And because of all the drugs and booze, his liver is shot and he gets sick pretty easily. Magical Abilities: Medium, meaning he see/communicate with the dead. Often a restless soul will seek him out to help ease their spirit, whether it is to complete a task (or sometimes revenge), deliver a message, or they just need an understanding ear. Fisher seems to have some kind of paranormal magnetism inside him that draws ghosts like moths to a flame. Special Skills: Can play the guitar, bass, piano, xylophone and trumpet. Graduated from Tisch School of the Arts in 2001. Room: G6 Sponsor: Nox Alekos Items of Note: - September 20th, 2008 - Was struck by a car and had 18 months of memory lost. [Last memory is March 29th, 2007.] October 10th, 2008 - Checked in to the Orange County Rehabilitation Facility in Irvine, CA.  [This journal is part of an RPG community. Gerard Way and Nick Black (Fisher's voice) are in no way afilliated here.] | ||||||||||
| Memories: | 1 entry | ||||||||||
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