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Patrick Jane ([personal profile] productiverevenge) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_ooc 2012-05-04 02:08 pm (UTC)

Patrick Jane || The Mentalist

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Character Name: Patrick Jane. Most people either just call him Patrick or Jane.
Character Series: The Mentalist
Character Age: 40
Background: History here!
Personality: Patrick has four distinct part of his personality, formed at an early age when he traveled with his father in the carnivals, perfected in his years as a fake psychic, and then forged in the fire of losing his wife and child, and subsequently losing his mind.

The first part of that personality is the charmer - the flim-flam man. He's utterly smooth, wooing the ladies with his big blue eyes and pearly white smile, making the men at ease with his jovial sense of humor and witty banter. He's good at making anyone feel important, just with a few key phrases. Jane uses that charm to get people to do what he wants - usually the most ridiculously parts of his complex plan, or to reveal information they normally wouldn't. He can make them think he's on their side, even when there's nothing further than the truth. You want to trust Patrick Jane.

The next part is the performer - the man behind the curtain. This is Jane sense of theater, his need to make big reveals and draw in the crowd. There is nothing better than an audience in the palm of your hand, and Jane knows how to work a crowd better than most. This is a lot of sleight-of-hand, there and gone again, attitude that makes him the center of attention, where he always liked to be. This part usually awes or irritates everyone around him - usually a combination of the two. He revels in both.

The next part is the analyst - and this is where Patrick's true intelligence lies as a mentalist. This is what lies beneath the charm and the show - this is where he picks up on people's personalities from what they're wearing, what they are saying, how they smell and what it means when they look down and left when you ask them if they love their parents, or up and right. He scientifically dissects people here - coldly and impersonally - and all he has for people who do not have the right 'parts' is disdain which he shows openly. It was this, and the performer combined, that brought Red John to his door.

The last part though - is the real Patrick - the shattered man who is made of fragments. This the good man, who loved his wife and daughter wholly and completely. This is the good man broken, who still mourns them, even eight years down the road. This is the hurt man, drunk on grief, who has turned to vengeance as the one thing that keeps him going. This is the part that wants to punish people for the crimes they've committed - the most heinous of those is lying to people and abusing their trust for profit. The crime he himself was guilty of, and punished by Red John for in the most twisted way possible. This part of him has been there the longest, but was buried because of the life his father made him lead. It is this part of him that makes his few friends loyal to him, and makes him equally loyal to them in turn. This is the part that can offer honest advice, and real sympathy when you least expect it.

Abilities: Patrick Jane is a trained mentalist - which means he has highly advanced mental and intuitive abilities. He has an excellent memory - using what he calls a 'memory palace' to draw and store memories from his subconscious. He's great at sleight of hand, hypnotism, reading people through their body language and their personal belongings, and a variety of other mentalist tricks. He's highly intelligent, a self-educated man who never stops reading or learning new things, especially psychology and human personality.

Sample Entry:
[Patrick is sipping a cup of tea, shaking his head faintly] So today the milkman and I went to round four of 'what horrible things have you tried to give me in my dairy products today?'

[He put the cup down, looking around carefully, before flashing a wide smile as he leaned forward, whispering.] I find it amusing that I can always tell what level of nasty things are in there just by how wide his smile is. Today, for example, he looked like he had swallowed a piece of melon, that's how many teeth I could see.

[He waved one hand, mimicking a conversation between two people.]
We exchanged pleasantries - how are you, how is the wife, blah blah - and that was when he handed over the bottle like he was handing off a bomb.

[Another shake of his blonde head, and a wry smirk quirking his lips briefly.] I figured whatever was in the milk? Probably corrosive, but not so much that it would melt glass. Sadly I'm no chemist, but it did make an interesting sizzling noise when I poured it down the drain.

[He sighed as he picked up his cup of tea again, his tone musing as he brought it up to his lips.] You know, it's a good thing I enjoy my morning tea without dairy products, or I'd be one Grumpy Gus. It was cat feces last week.

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