james h. wolfe

james howard wolfe, responsible for 350 million copies sold. 25 books. initiate 

[jameshwolfe]

floralposies​:

Not unlike her friend, Floraigh often found herself without meaningful company since Teddy had unceremoniously left. It meant that visiting James and Sophie in Dublin was extra special to her, and she genuinely felt wanted in their household.

Nothing had really changed since university. They’d got older, of course they had, but they could still call upon one another for a chat. “Either you have a genius on your hands,” Floraigh said, glancing back at Sophie, “or you’re celebrating the wrong birthday this year.”

She felt at ease in a way she hadn’t felt in a while, between the election and her personal life and the rest of the world. But nothing peaked her interest like hearing about James’s work: “Oh? That’s a tight deadline. I’m sure you’ll meet it, but if you need someone to give it a readthrough I’m always here.”

When they were in school, it was the kinship between two bright minds that brought them together and it wasn’t too much of a surprise their ambitions had placed them in successful careers. James had been able to stay in touch through the years but since the loss, it seemed communication was a question that wasn’t tethered to an answer. His absence was recognizable but he tried to find peace by burying himself in his work. 

“Probably both. She may forever be six as I can’t imagine her any older,” James said honestly while Sophie seemed pleased by the comparison of being older. Her mother had a bright mind as well and started reading before primary school. Now, James was surprised she hadn’t skipped a year even if it was still early to see that progress in children. 

“It is. But it’s doable,” James answered, thinking that he’s had stricter deadlines in busier schedules before. He had been the one to push this was and his publisher had finally stopped allowing him to toe the line. A release during the holidays was the deal and so it would be. “That is very kind of you. I would hate to burden you with my own work when you have your own.”

[jameshwolfe]

floralposies​:

“My job is no excuse for it.” Floraigh said truthfully, eyes refocusing on the night sky so they didn’t stray. “It’s too easy to forgive myself by using that as an excuse, when I shouldn’t use it as such. It makes it seem like antisocialness is a trait required for the job…” She pulled her lower lip briefly between her teeth, releasing it before she continued, “I hate how lonely it’s made me.”

She breathed deeply, “tonight is perfect,” as she laid her hand between them, palm facing upwards; an invitation. Not that she’d ever admit it. Her eyes kept staring into space. “I’m lucky to get to spend it with you. Alone for once.”

Her stomach flipped, and she wondered if she was a schoolgirl again.

“Well, writing is no better an excuse,” James assured, knowing that communication worked on both sides and in his case, the last two years had been a catalyst of silence. It wasn’t her fault and the fact they were able to be together now proved that. In the last few weeks, they had become closer and James was actually making an effort. It was something that was usually reserved for family. “Some of the busiest jobs can do that. It’s good to step away sometimes.”

“It is,” he agreed, hearing himself and feeling his lips form into a soft smile. The subtle twitch of a hand between them was something he was keenly aware of, but what it meant was something more. Knowing so, his fingers brushed against hers before threading them together. “You must tell me more about this society. Already it is more than expected. But if it has brought us together then I shouldn’t be too concerned.”

[jameshwolfe]

BASICS.

Name: james andrew wolfe Nickname: n/a Gender & Pronouns: male he/him Age & DOB: 40  oct 18th 1980 Zodiac sign: libra Orientation: heterosexual Nationality: irish Ethnicity: black Religion: catholic  Neuroses: n/a

HISTORY.

Hometown: dublin, ireland Father: liam wolfe  Mother: caroline wolfe Siblings, if any: clementine (deceased)  Extended family: sophie wolfe (niece/daughter), lachlan kelso and lara kelso (cousins) Educational background:

oxford university 

Languages spoken: english, latin, russian Occupational history: 

Achievements: president of kensington club, military service

THE SOCIETY.

Codename: apollo  Meaning: From Greek Ἀπόλλων (Apollon), which is of unknown meaning, though perhaps related to Indo-European *apelo meaning "strength". Another theory states that Apollo can be equated with Appaliunas, an Anatolian god whose name possibly means "father lion" or "father light". The Greeks later associated Apollo's name with the Greek verb ἀπόλλυμι (apollymi) meaning "to destroy". In Greek mythology Apollo was the son of Zeus and Leto and the twin of Artemis. He was the god of prophecy, medicine, music, art, law, beauty, and wisdom. Later he also became the god of the sun and light. Traditionalist or Reformist?: traditionalist Goals in the society: research Opinion on the society: doesn’t know who most of the people are, but is keen on connecting with people out of mere interest. appreciates that it is an old society founded on bright ideas

PERSONALITY.

MBTI: INTJ Enneagram: investigator  Temperament: Phlegmatic Hogwarts House: hufflepuff/ravenclaw Inspirations/Parallels: stephen king, dan brown, philip k dick Tropes:

YOUR MUSE AS ..:

A piece of art: Café Terrace at Night A song: brian reitzell  A book: sherlock, arthur conan doyle A movie: shutter island A TV show: hannibal  A historical era: 1800s A historical figure: agatha christie  A fictional character: Hercule Poirot A colour: black An animal: fox

YOUR MUSE’S DREAM ..:

Job: to continue writing without deadlines Vacation: somewhere in Asia Day: spending any day with Sophie would be a good one well spent As a child: to have a family and be a successful writer Last night: a forest  That they gave up on: protecting his sister That they have right now: to ensure sophie grows up to be as bright as her mom. that he can provide what she needs while doing so to himself.

[jameshwolfe]

floralposies​:

If Floraigh were grateful for anything garnered from her political position, it was the ability to cross the Irish sea at will, and visit one of her oldest friends. Seeing James and Sophie meant leaving work and politics at the door (literally; her red box was sitting alongside her shoes in the hallway, and she’d been able to cast its contents from her mind), and just being human for a minute.

“Oxford is slightly different to primary school, though. Children should be spending the first years of education getting used to the world, and a routine – they don’t need to be studying poetry.” She paused to sip from her glass of wine, “unfortunately I have no sway over Ireland’s education system.”

Floraigh watched as Sophie’s elbows retreated, and winked at her. “But moving on,” she turned to James, “how’s your latest book coming along? And at what point have we been friends long enough you model a character after me?” There was a jesting twinkle to her voice, rarely heard unless she was with close friends.

It wasn’t that often that they experienced guests at the house. There were the parents that came over with their children for Sophie’s entertainment, but perhaps Sophie had more guests than James did. There were the few meetings he had there, but mostly he went into the city or traveled for such occasions. 

When James looked fondly on his friendship with Floraigh, he didn’t see the prime minister but instead a good friend from university. The two had been close since and he was appreciative for her connection with him as well as Sophie. “Well, apparently it is on the curriculum. Though it’s not like they are studying the likes of Lord Byron or Shakespeare. Though Sophie seems to have already done that on her on time, I’m sure.” 

James had not spent as much time on his book as he had liked to. There were too many distractions and he allowed himself to get distracted easily. “It has been going. A few inconveniences but I’m aiming to have it done by the end of the year for it to be edited and in the shops by Spring. Perhaps I will soon. I have thousands of ideas and only a handful make it to print.”

[jameshwolfe]

floralposies​:

who? flo & @jameshwolfe where? stargazing.

Floraigh had always found something of comfort in the way the sun retreated behind the clouds as dusk fell. Maybe because it often signalled the end of the working day, and she could finally close her red box and descend into a bath of bubbles. Regardless, the return of night meant she could relax, and enjoy James’s company in a way they haven’t been privileged to in a while.

“I can honestly say tonight has been one of the nicest nights I’ve had for a while,” she said earnestly, avoiding the temptation to shift closer to him. “I feel like we’ve grown further apart since university than I might have liked.”

It was exceptionally uncommon for James to find such solace in taking a break. It was necessary for him to adjust his own clarity but by doing so with company seemed to be pleasing. Floraigh had been his friend since their school days, but she had been incredibly kind and a good friend lately. Having spent the evening with her so far, he could only admire that she seemed to be relax tonight as well. 

“I’m so glad to hear that. It has been a welcomed surprise for me as well,” James replied, giving a small smile in reply. “We have although I think you being prime minister is a good excuse if any. I’m glad we are able to find time though. Tonight has been exactly what I needed.”

[jameshwolfe]

location: dublin, ireland; friday sep. 18th closed: @floralposies

There was an event happening an ocean away and James was content on staying at home. He had sent a generous donation to contrast his absence. Instead of a charity event, he was spending the day working on a draft for a chapter, spending quality time with Sophie, and getting ready for Floraigh to come over. It was an evening that welcomed good company. With different schedules, it was hard to see some people but especially the Prime Minister who was an old friend. Any hour sparred was something he would be grateful for. Being a writer meant spending a lot of time alone and just being in his own thoughts, but also invited company when he could. 

It was already well into the dinner and he looked up to see Sophie smiling at Floraigh in mid conversation. “Well, you’re very right. I think the education system is a bit skewed these days. Though Oxford was hardly any stricter.” A conversation over school homework wasn’t exactly something he thought would be too enlightening. “Elbows off the table, Soph.”

[jameshwolfe]

(  chiwetel ejiofor, male, he/him) — a member of the  [  wolfe  ]  family seeks entry to the society !  [  james  ]  is a  [ 40 ]  year old   [  true crime author ]  who hails from  [  dublin]  ,  who call them  [  orphic ]  .  although their peers know them for being  [  creative ]  and  [  productive  ]  ,  their reputation for being  [  shy  ]  and  [ indifferent ]  might hinder their relations with current society members. while the  [  wolfe  ]  family is known for  [  avid professors and community members  ]  ,  the society’s hopeful  [  apollo ]  is better remembered by  [ writing in the country with light ambiance, attempted smiles that don’t meet the eyes, veiled modesty  ]  .  initial reports say their goal of  [  being remembered as the most successful true crime author ]  would be their first priority after being inducted, although who’s to say that won’t change ?    ———   ( annie  & central & 24 & she/her )

about

From a young age, James had always taken a deep interest in literature. His childhood was spent with his sister, Clementine, spending afternoons going on adventures. Their parents were professors at schools in the area, his mother teaching at a private school and his father teaching philosophy at Cambridge. There was never a dull moment, finding entertainment in what others might consider benign. It had always been the four of them and when Clementine and James went off to school, life began to shift. 

His studies absorbed him at Oxford and his sister found a string of boyfriends that never gained his approval. Almost as soon as he graduated with his masters, he began writing what always fascinated him which was the untouched, the misremembered, the unanswered questions. After his debut novel gained traction, the publishing company found promise in him and vice versa. It was a blur of publications and he began writing until he was up to his knees in accomplishments. His first five debut novels were New York Times Bestsellers and held their spot on the list for several years. When he came out with his first series, he got interested in film and television adaptations. It was at first a hesitant offer, but it also would reach a wider range of audience and demographics. During the blurred motion of life, his sister had a child named Sophie and James didn’t ask questions about who the father was when it seemed he was not in the picture and didn’t plan to. 

When he reached his seventeenth publication, he received the most devastating news. Clementine had been driving home from work when a car accident happened and she was barely lifeless when they got to the hospital. For days after, he felt numb. The only person he had was Sophie through guardianship. He had been residing in London but moved back to Ireland where they had family. An old family estate and manor is where they moved into and it was the start of a new chapter. For weeks after, he started opening himself up to Sophie. He had told his publisher and editor about what happened and needed a hiatus for a few months. Months turned into years and it wasn’t until two years later that he began to start taking on work. At first it came with asking for revisions and a forward for a book. Then it was being hands on for a production. Slowly, he began to write again after years of healing himself. It was the best time.

Now, he has four projects going on and has a few shows and movies under his belt that he’s been working on. He’s hoping that through the society he can find a strike of inspiration, be part of something that has substance, and show his worth to others in prestigious fields.

wanted connections

friends/close friends: someone who he confides in and has a history with

babysitter/close with sophie: someone sophie met and he met them through her. 

someone hes worked with: through all the work he’s been part of, he’s sure to have a few connections through various projects.

tension: james is a serious person and forgives easily but maybe there is someone that gets under his skin