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Player Information
Player name: Mal
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AIM: cognitiverecalibration
PLURK: stagnation

Are you over 18: Yes! 22.
Characters in The Box Already: N/A

This is just a warning that this section of the application will contain SPOILERS up to and including season four of Breaking Bad. Look out if you're still avoiding them!

Character Information
Character Name: Jesse Pinkman
Canon: Breaking Bad
Canon Point: Post 4.13, 'Face Off'
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive
History: Jesse @ the Breaking Bad Wiki

Personality: At first glance, you've got a deadbeat. Jesse grew up in a bit of the darker side of Albuquerque, New Mexico, and he acts a hell of a lot tougher than he is. To most of the people in his life, Jesse's just the drug addict fuck-up who's made more bad choices than good ones along the road. A lost cause, good for nothing useful. Enough people cram that sort of assessment and someone might start buying it themselves. Jesse's a troubled guy, and he's seen a lot more shit at his age than somebody probably should. He's one giant contradiction, someone with a lot of walls up around him - to keep out the bad shit, to keep hidden the other bad shit - who can simultaneously wear his heart on his sleeve. A cocky ego on top of a whole mountain of self-doubt.

Jesse has an arrogance about him that's a sort of necessity in the kind of world that he's lived in. He starts off a guy whose biggest concerns are slinging teenths of meth, "sitting around, smoking marijuana, eating Cheetos and masturbating". He wears his pants low and his shirts too big, spends his time playing video games until an old school teacher of his from high school approaches him about partnering up to cook meth together.

The rest is history. Jesse's graduated from small time drug dealing to working with the largest meth distributor in the southwest, from slinging an ounce a week to making more than two-hundred pounds a week. None of it's anything that he's proud of, but it's certainly toughened him up over the months. Jesse's seen some shit, and he's found a new rock bottom for nearly every one that he's thought he's hit. He's been beaten, he's been kidnapped, he's had a gun pointed to his head more times than he'd like to count. In one case, he was even forced through a series of circumstances to murder somebody, Gale Boetticher, a potential other cook for Gus Fring's meth superlab - without doing so, he would have gotten both himself and his partner killed through some newfound irrelevance.

It's a big moment for Jesse, possibly one of the most life-changing in his entire life thus far, the cold-blooded murder of someone who didn't even necessarily deserve it. It starts a decay within him, and then a transformation, from all that posturing, that scumbag, meth-peddling, tough guy punk who, sure, quietly functions as a caretaker and cares so deeply for those who are important to him in his life, to a boy who's turning into a man, who's really beginning to question his own moral compass and reevaluate his stance on his position in the world and in his business. He tail slides completely after the murder of Gale, but he's just starting to pick up the pieces from all of it, really put himself back together and find out not only who he is after all he's been through but where his loyalties really lie.

Despite everything he's done, Jesse feels like this world is the one where he belongs, his self-esteem (and, honestly, some real laziness and questionable morals) keeping him from approaching any cleaner potential that he might think he has. So far as Jesse's concerned, making meth is the one thing he's good at - hell, he's one of the best cooks in the country, depending on who you ask - and there's a big part of him that needs that importance in his life to keep from backsliding into territories he might have in the past, particularly his intermittent drug use. Jesse's not a stupid guy, has the potential for knowledge but lacks the wisdom, but he is a perfectionist who's constantly falling so incredibly short of what he thinks he could be.

Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses: Jesse is a normal human being and as such is pretty limited as to what he can do, power-wise. But he does know how to make some pretty damn good skante.

Samples
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Prose Log Sample: It's funny, how one minute you're shaking your partner's hand on a rooftop. It's funny, how you can help aid blowing up a nursing home, the biggest fucking meth distributor in all of the southwest area, fire and bodies and all this awful fucking stuff - had to be done, right? It had to be done. One minute, you're heading back down from the roof of the hospital roof and lingering in the pediatrics ward, standing by your girlfriend's side - because, yeah, she's sorry she thought you would have ever wanted to poison her son, but that doesn't stop her from wondering about how that was even in question - to. To nothing. To waking up in the hospital, a completely different part of it, but - not? This place looks different. It smells different, it's dark and it's-

Christ, this place is unsettling.

Some real Japanese horror video game shit got cooked up in here, is what he's feeling. There's something about sliding off a gurney in a darkened hospital only to find that the hallways are completely barren, empty of people, of anything, really. The lights are still out. He gets a bit of a shiver down his spine and folds his arms like it doesn't bother him. "Yeah," he muses in a voice under his breath. "Yeah, this is how zombie movies start." He's glancing from side to side in the hopes - or maybe, in some paranoid corner of his mind, in the dread - that someone'll show up and explain to him what exactly the fuck is going on. He's priding himself on how calm he's kept so far. This is not home. This is far from home. He can feel it already.

It's pretty stupid not to call out, right? It's that stupid little niggling fear at the back of his mind that's watched too much television and seen too many movies and played too many video games, that cold open of an episode where the lone person by themselves in a somewhere calls out all innocently, 'hello?', 'is anyone there?', and then, bam, they're getting their limbs chewed off by a fucking werewolf if they're lucky. Some machete-wielding serial killer if they're less lucky, probably. Dracula. Nemesis. That freaky chick from Thirteen Ghosts with the knife and the tits.

Yeah, no. Yeah, he's just going to keep moving. Quietly. Something'll make itself known soon enough and then he can work his way up from there.