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lee pace just came out you guys im crying

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Lee Pace…sigh…

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Jarrett scoffed, amused. The pup was quite the ankle-biter without his handler. "You make yourself very hard to ignore. Your disdain for me is so strong, you couldn't be discreet even if you tried." He eyed the auror up and down. "Not that you seem to be one for subtly, anyway."

He dropped his cigarette and ground it out with the toe of his boot. "If you're so keen on my company, Auror Lafayette, you could simply ask me to dinner. They have quite the wine selection here." Jarrett smirked, then, maybe only half serious with his sarcastic invitation. "Otherwise, enjoy the rest of your evening, *chien.* I hope you aren't so lost that you follow me home."

With a chuckle, Jarrett brushed past the auror close enough to nearly shove him with his shoulder. He didn't--Jarrett isn't nearly so uncivilized--but he caught a whiff of Beau's cologne; knew the auror could probably do the same. He wasn't afraid of him. Quite the opposite, Jarrett thought him a child playing officer. Still, he was a source of petty amusement and Jarrett bored easily.

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“Peut-être,” Jarrett answered with a shrug. “But it’s not my job to find and apprehend them.” He pointed to Beau with the fingers that held his cigarette. “That falls on you. So maybe the Director should hear about how you badger private citizens? Not that it would be news to him,” he sneered. “You have a history after all, don’t you, chien?”

After taking a drag of his smoke, he said, “Innocent until proven guilty. So until that man is behind bars, I’ve no reason not to speak with him. And even if he is behind bars, I’ve still no reason not to speak with him. Familiarize yourself with the law before you attempt to enforce them, fleur bleue. Director Graves at least has enough sense to do that.”

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2x09: I’m getting tired of being second-guessed and manipulated and distrusted when I have done absolutely nothing wrong.

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Jarrett shouldn't have been surprised, and to some extent he wasn't. Law enforcement always had some tail on him, some sort of reason to follow him or stop him or *invite* him down to the station for a chat. Both he and his lawyer were exhausted by it.

Business was booming--his father's innovative designs paired with Jarrett's own developmental research had caught the attention of private and public entities alike--and managing it all drained him of what little energy he had. Maybe that's why he'd been careless when he met with the, clearly, unhinged foreigner to discuss a possible deal.

Nothing illegal had transpired; they shared a meal and a drink and negotiated the broader scope of their endeavor. It was Jarrett's job to generate revenue, not police how his product was used.

Though, when he noticed a very conspicuous Auror Lafayette after he and his potential business partner parted ways, he knew an owl to his attorney would be in order, as well as a stiff drink. The man--Graves' lap dog as far as Jarrett could tell--was frustratingly tenacious. More a guard dog than a lap dog. Only the Director's intervention had halted a run-in from escalating to violence; and now the Director was away on foreign business. It would warrant a conversation with Revelin if nothing else.

He sighed as he lit a cigarette. "Shall I contact my lawyer, Auror Lafayette, or do you have a reason to intrude on my evening?"

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Beau had been suspicious of Jarrett Drake for quite some time. The man may have been Beau’s teammate Revelin’s older brother, but they really seemed to be nothing alike. Not to mention Percival–Director Graves–had a file on Jarrett in his office. None of the Director’s leads had panned out. Somehow, the evidence would disappear or leads would be dead ends. And Percival wouldn’t let Beau do any investigating of his own. Too concerned Beau would compromise the investigation.

Admittedly, that was a very valid reason. Beau wasn’t always the most levelheaded of men, and if his emotions got the best of him, he wouldn’t exactly be thinking straight. Perhaps it was lucky Percival always caught Beau and turned his attention elsewhere before he could do anything rash.

But Percival wasn’t there now. He was out of the country on a separate issue. Nor was he in a position to stop Beau as anything other than the Director of Magical Security. He’d cut Beau out of his life as anything other than a subordinate Auror. And Beau was hurting. Which only gave him more reason to tamp down on his emotions and dive into this investigation while he could. He’d probably be relegated to much less pressing cases once Percival returned.

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I know you, but I don’t want to Because people like you never change I forgive you, but I can’t forget you Because the things you said, are etched inside my brain

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Official announcement that I'm done RPing.

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Give me a sledgehammer and give me strength Watch the world come crumbling down Cut me loose I seek the truth I bet the freedom, the freedom will carry me

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Two Brothers (original fiction)

“Are you going to tell him?”

Jarrett looked up from lighting his cigarette, took a drag before raising a curious eyebrow to his brother. “What do you mean?” he asked around the filter.

“Louis,” Revelin said, and Jarrett ignored how Revelin implied he should have known. “Are you ever going to tell him?”

As the fall wind cut across the balcony, Jarrett pulled the collar of his coat up, adjusted his scarf, anything to keep from meeting Revelin’s imploring and sympathetic gaze. Jarrett hated when Revelin looked at him like that, as if he were some cripple or broken thing. “What’s there to say? He’s happy with a ring on his finger. I won’t attempt to ruin that for him. He’s been through enough.” Flicking the ash from his burning cigarette, Jarrett looked out over the edge of the balcony to the expanse of open yard and garden. The perfectly manicured landscaping seemed more a swath of paint than reality in the scarce light of a recently set sun.

Revelin sighed and joined Jarrett in leaning against the balcony railing. When he held out his hand, Jarrett obliged him with a cigarette tapped free of his case then handed over the lighter. Revelin cupped his hand around where cigarette tip met flame, and Jarrett watched with a faint smirk.

“Why don’t you tell him?” Jarrett asked. “If you’re so keen on him knowing.”

“Louis knows I love him,” Revelin said. He shrugged and wrapped his coat more tightly around his body to stave off the chill of the evening. “He was with me at my worst. Of course I love him. Not the way I love Rusty, but…”

“And Louis should know that I love him, too,” Jarrett said, as if Revelin’s neglect of the obvious was tiresome.

“He asked you to get the ring for Adriel.” It wasn’t a question.

Jarrett nodded.             “And you didn’t think you should have said something?”

“Of course not,” Jarrett said. He considered blowing smoke in his brother’s face, but he wouldn’t fall into such pettiness. They weren’t children anymore. Children didn’t have access to the equivalent of a personal militia. Children didn’t stage murderous coups against rival families. Children only played at mobsters—children didn’t follow through. “What would you have had me say? ‘Sure, I’ll get your engagement ring for you. Oh, and by the way, I’ve been pining after you for years. Sorry I was an asshole when we first crossed paths. Forgive me?’” Jarrett scoffed, took another deep drag of his cigarette. “I’m not like the rest of you, constantly scrambling to recapture the past. You constantly attempt to rekindle something with your ex-wife. Baideus is constantly trying to reform a romantic relationship with Adriel. Bryce never stopped trying to woo Louis away from Adriel.”               “Aren’t you, though?” Revelin posed, smugness in his voice despite how Jarrett refused to meet his gaze. “I don’t know many people who would practically start a war for an ex-boyfriend.”

“Don’t trivialize the matter,” Jarrett warned. “He was ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of your wife’s son—the one she had with another man behind you back, I might add. Besides, you were in support of the war, as you call it, from the onset.”

“I’m not the one denying how much I care about him. Nor have I ever denied what I’m willing to do for Daphne, regardless of who she’s in love with.”

“I’m not denying it,” Jarrett said. “I just don’t see a reason to proclaim it from the rooftops. I had my chance with him, Revelin, years ago. And I screwed it up. He’s moved on. I’m married with a son. There’s no going back and fixing it.”

Revelin took a final drag from his cigarette and ground out the remainder against the edge of the stone railing. “You need to tell him. Adriel’s broken his heart, left him without a word. He locked himself away for years because of it.”

“And I fucked him like an animal and treated him like a whore,” Jarrett said. He shrugged, flicked the butt of his finished cigarette out into the garden. “Adriel was by his side when he faced the tiger.”             “You’re the only reason either of them are alive,” Revelin said. “And you never abandoned him.”

“He felt abandoned enough, used enough, to fall into Adriel’s bed. I won’t begrudge him finding his happiness. I was terrible to him. The rest is history.”

“You’ve been nothing but good him over the years, Jarrett,” Revelin said, his voice dropping into more of a plea.

“But I wasn’t good to him when he wanted me to be, when he needed me to be.” Jarrett pushed himself from his place against the railing and headed back towards the glass doors that lead into their family’s estate. His father would want to speak with him soon, Jarrett knew, and Jarrett didn’t want Revelin attempting to follow him into the wolf’s den. “I’ve accepted the state of things between Louis and I, brother mine. Why haven’t you?”

“Maybe because I want you happy. I want him happy. And you’d make each other happy.”

Jarrett shook his head. “He’s happy with Adriel, with Adriel’s daughter. He has a family, Revelin. Don’t ruin it for him. After everything he’s had to suffer, don’t take this from him. Don’t say anything about me.”

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About: Muse

Name

Jarrett Drake

Occupation  

Astrophysicist; CEO of Drake Enterprises

Age

early to mid 30s (varies based on verse and thread needs)

Height

about 6′ 5″ | 195cm

Weight

about 207lbs | 94kg

Sexuality

bisexual, biromantic, verse

Summary

The eldest of two sons to the wealthy Drake family, Jarrett shoulders the burden of carrying on the family name and growing the family business. As such, he faces pressures both personally and professionally to be something he, genuinely, is not. Groomed from a young age for his future roles, Jarrett courts clients and corporate allies and anyone beautiful with a cool distance and professionalism that borders on intimidating. He keeps everyone--even his own family--at arm’s length, though he plays the intimacy game well.

As a child, he was fiercely protective of his younger brother, Revelin, often offering himself as the target for their father’s drunken rages. He suffered bruises and fractures regularly, though he never breathed a word of them to his mother, and only hushed Revelin’s terrified cries. He took every opportunity he could to learn how to better defend himself, even after the chasm opened between he and his brother; and though Revelin resents him, Jarrett still does whatever he can for him.

The Accident

When Jarrett was about eleven years old, he was the steward for his younger brother, but like true blue blood children, their parents rarely parented them. In the care of a particularly young and reckless nanny, Jarrett and Revelin were caught in a nasty car crash. The nanny miraculously survived and recovered after being launched through the windshield, but the car exploded into flames quickly afterward. Jarrett was pinned in his seat, but he managed to unbuckle Revelin’s seat belt and guide him out of the wreckage. Once Revelin was safely away from the blaze, Jarrett struggled to free himself, but couldn’t. While his younger brother wailed for him from a distance, Jarrett suffered massive burns to almost 35% of his body.

His recovery was long and painful, so much so that even the affection he normally accepted and reciprocated with Revelin brought him to tears. He eventually shut his brother out, to spare him the misery. Revelin had no memory of the accident and responded to Jarrett’s distance with resentment. Jarrett, suffering himself, thought it for the best. Without Revelin as a distraction or a liability, Jarrett could face their father directly and spare his brother the trouble.

Jarrett has no sensation along the left side of his body where he was burned, but he can feel pressure, and extreme temperatures. Generally, he just suffers phantom pains from the past injury, as the nerves beneath the scars are utterly destroyed.

Personality

Raised with seemingly endless financial resources, Jarrett was groomed to be a chivalrous, cultured gentleman; to find a proper wife of repute and start a family to carry on the name. Instead, he favored callous manipulation to true compassion. After suffering countless horrified rejections to his burn scars in his adolescence, Jarrett built himself an impervious facade of indifference and cruelty. It only further estranged his younger brother, but Jarrett was so used to isolation, he didn’t even remember what it was to have authentic relationships. He accepted a wife would only wed him for his name and fortune, would only bed him to carry his child, and though the idea isn’t appealing, he understands it as his duty. Despite this, he rebukes his father’s suggestions at every turn, choosing to run the family business and his life as he sees fit.

Jarrett is the challenge everyone wants to meet, and the mystery everyone wants to unravel. He’s devilishly handsome and infinitely charming, but his smiles never reach his eyes, and his words can become barbed with little provocation. If, however, Jarrett finds you worthy of his time, he will rend the world for your benefit, and shower you with his hard-won affections. You will be royalty and treated as such, with the vicious Drake heir at your beckon call.

Family

Father: Liam Drake | prior military; old money; built and chairs a weapons research and development empire.

Mother: Aubrey Drake | university professor; old money; social development researcher.

Brother: Revelin Drake | prior military service member; current law enforcement officer.

Face Claim

Lee Pace

Intellectual Property

Jarrett Drake (and affiliated characters) belongs to Salem Arh.

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Rules

1) 18+ only. mun is far and beyond 18, so if threads or plots get dark or smutty, i need to know my partner is of age for that sort of thing. 1a) if for any reason you’d like the thread to take a different direction, please let me know. i’m happy to accommodate whatever my partner needs.

2) i’m a writer by profession and this bleeds heavily into my rp style. please be ready for world-building, interiority, and some basic narrative planning from me in the form of several paragraph responses. 2a) if you specifically need me to shorten or change my style, i’m happy to try, but these are habits of mine, so they may be hard to break.

3) unless otherwise stated, jarrett drake is an astrophysicist forced to take over his father’s business empire. his passion lies in the stars, but he’s been groomed to be an heir to modern royalty. expect some angst, anger, violence, philosophical musings, etc. 3a) jarrett is also generally considered an asshole. he’s cold, distant, viciously calculating, and, if he deems someone worthy, fiercely loyal. let me know if this isn’t what you’re after.

4) 1000% open to aus. please just let me know beforehand so i don’t automatically make him a corporate snob.

5) i literally have never rp’d on tumblr before, so my etiquette is probably pretty off. feel free to correct me or let me know how to improve.

6) because i tend to write so extensively for my threads, it is entirely possible that my response times will be particularly slow (barring spontaneous inspiration, my partner’s speed of reply, and what device i happen to be on at the time). feel free to message me if i haven’t responded within a day or two. i’ll try to keep my availability as updated as possible. i’ll probably use a tag like “availability” or something. 6a) i might have to become a selective blog to address this problem as well. i haven’t decided yet.

7) if at any point you want to drop a thread, please let me know so i, too, can move on to other narratives. the point is to have fun, and if you’re not feeling it, i’d just like to know so i don’t bother you with my own questions about continuation. lol.

8) JARRETT DRAKE IS AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER I HAVE USED IN ORIGINAL FICTION AND PROJECTS. HE IS MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. DO NOT USE HIM AT ALL EVER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND WITHOUT CREDITING ME (SALEM ARH).

9) …i’ll probably add more to this as things come up, so i’ll post about updates to the rules if that’s a thing.