Theman-withthekey is a flawless Jim rper that gets far less credit than she deserves. Her Jim is playful while maintaining a sense of his inner-psychopath. She’s explored so many parts of him, and is one of my all time favorite Moriarty rpers. Carrie is just..phenomenal. - Anonymous
Jim’s mind was equally divided between terror and delight, both extremes tinged with the haze of very real insanity. Things were fantastically terrifying or fantastically wondrous, but they were always fantastical.
((if you want to understand my Jim…understand this quotation.))
That’s what Jim does. He repulses you and enchants you. Makes you want to get away, but never want to leave. Shows you just enough to make you wonder what is really at his core, but also makes you too afraid to investigate. He’s said it to Sherlock before, but the meaning goes deeper than he let the detective believe: no one ever gets to me, and no one ever will.
No one ever gets to the real Jim Moriarty- only the one he lets you see. That’s why it was so easy to make people believe in Jim from IT and in Richard Brook. They were no more the real James Moriarty than ‘Dear Jim’ is.
So…it’s occurred to me that, because of each of my roleplay’s points on the timeline of Jim’s life and the wide range of scenarios I’ve managed to thrust him into (take that as you will), people are getting a lot of different sides of Jim.
That’s great for me because it means I get to develop him a good bit, and I hope it’s great for all of you because I hope it means you aren’t bored with him.
He’s so damn changeable after all.
Anyway, I’d like to present, thread by thread, the many faces of Jim Moriarty:
All that being said…I’m curious. Who do you like best/want to see more of/think I play best? I’d be happy to start a thread that might get at a particular Jim- at this point I have a pretty good idea of what situations tend to bring out the different sides of his personality.
Also…if I’ve tagged you it’s because two of the above Jims belong to you. I’m open to comments from anyone :)
Seba glared at him from across the desk, a hint of anger the only emotion obvious on her features. “I’m not the one chasing a detective because I find him interesting,” she growled, voice low in volume and pitch. “I’m not the one who needs every iota of attention any law enforcement agency can give. And yet, somehow, I’m the pathetic one?”