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Parker Preston Whitley | Aziraphale (parkerpwhitley) wrote,
@ 2009-02-18 16:36:00

Character Information (Please answer all questions IN CHARACTER)

Name: Parker Preston Whitley
Reincarnation: (Which character are you?) Aziraphale, an angel of education who understands the value of the written word.
Age: 37
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Former librarian at Oxford, I now work for The Agency.
Usual Clothing: Obviously I am likely to be more comfortable at home, alone, in sweats and T shirts, though I prefer to dress in business casual, when I am out of the house. I am a professional, and I dress the part.
Appearance: (Height, eye colour, tattoos, scars, etc) I am loathe to describe myself as average, but I am average height. I have reddish auburn brown hair, and hazel eyes. I have a lion tattooed on my shoulder, and a scar under the lift side of my chin. I was hit by a glass bottle during a riot in the streets when I was at in college and required stitches. I have many thin scars across my back, but as I can not see them, I do not wish to speak of them.

Abilities/Talents: Myself? I was nothing special. I will say my right hand is about worthless, I am a very strong lefty. Since Wesley has joined me, I seem to be more aware of things, a keener sense of language and an aptitude for research.
Allegiance: Neutral.

Personality: (Please include how the personality of their reincarnate has affected their personality.)I was always a loner, more interested in books and learning than my peers. I was never interested in sports, or dating, or anything social. I suppose that makes me antisocial, and so be it. I would rather read an encyclopedia than a novel, though I do fancy historically accurate novels, and stories of intense intrigue. I read to learn, and I have taught myself seven new languages through reading, in addition to the two I learned in school.

I like to think I'm a generous man. Just because I like my space and my own company, doesn't mean I don't value other people, I just lack the interest and motivation to 'hang out' with others.

Home(s): I was born in London, and reside there still. I spent some time in Madrid, as well as Paris for the exposure to Spanish and French, respectively. I have spent time in the United States as well as Canada, though I have never lived in either country. I currently rent a flat in London proper.

History: I rather think perhaps Wesley and I were always meant to become one, as our lives seem to have been somewhat parallel. I was an only child, born to a very prestigious couple. My mother had little interest in raising a son (she made no secret she had hoped for a girl), and my father had no interest in raising a child. Neither of them paid me much mind, less it were to punish me for something I had done, or hadn't done. I spent a lot of time in my room, the magic cupboard under the stair. It wasn't really a magic cupboard, though I believed it was magical, when iw as a child. It was not only a place of punishment, but a place of escape.

Learning to read set me free, and gave me true escape. I read everything I could get my hands on, whether it held my interest or no. I didn't care if it was good or bad, I just wanted to read. And when I found myself without anything on hand to read, I wrote my own. I taught myself new languages, and took myself to new lands through the wonder of books. When I reached an age to begin working, I wanted only to work in a library. I worked in a book shop as well, but found it terribly lacking. No, it was the library, only, for me.

I dated a bit in my teens and 20s. I was engaged for a while to a beautiful woman who shared my love for books and learning. I thought it was the perfect relationship, but she informed me three weeks before the wedding that she had changed her mind. She bought herself a motorbike, and I never saw her again. I also never dated again. I didn't see the point. I simply fell more into my books. I dreamed at night of entering the world of those books, the ones I held most dear. The fictional worlds created by fertile minds seemed so much more inviting than the real world I lived in.

I spent some time in asylum, after my marriage failed. I was rather resentful at the time, but I do think it for the best. It was after I recovered, in so far as one can recover from a psychotic break, that I went to Paris and Madrid, New York and St John's in Newfoundland. I wanted to travel the world, but in the end I came back to dreary old London. After all, this is where my heart has always been. So I returned to London, and rented a room. I applied for a position in the library at Oxford. Because of my credentials, I was offered the position. I worked there for many years, until a second psychotic break landed me in hospital again, and this time I knew I shared my brain with Azirapahle. Oh, I resisted at first, but Zira turned out to be quite an interesting fellow, and I soon realised he wasn't going to go away, in any case, so I embraced his presence in my life. Would that he were his own person, I dare to think he and I would be some form of soul mates.