James A. Johnson was a 23 year old man that stood
5”10, had chestnut brown tussled hair and emerald sparkling eyes; his gaze
always fixated and somehow able to look right through anyone. No one was able
to shield himself or herself from his mysterious stare. James had eyebrows that
were a shade darker than his hair color and also messy but never the less groomed.
His eyelashes were quite long for a man but attracted a fair amount of ladies
when he would bat them. His facial structure was square cut, chiseled, and had
a masculine air. James’ face possessed the power to almost always reflect his
inner emotions with a usual flex of his jaw muscles and his inability to look
another person directly in the eyes when hurt. He usually kept his arms crossed
and didn’t know how to let his body loose. James was as stiff as a statue and
overly reserved. His physique was lean, toned, and his skin had a sun kissed
glow due to his long walks and exposure to the British sun on blessed days in
devoid of rain.
J. A. Johnson had little sexual experience and social
bonds didn’t quite tickle his fancy. He had slept with a number of women that
can be counted on a single hand that were mere acquaintances to fulfill his
masculine needs. His testosterone level was undoubtedly lower than his drive.
He was extremely goal oriented and focused on attaining what he had set for
himself. The path towards his objective was the single and only one he chose to
walk on. His aspiration was unmatched and he did not let himself get carried
away with any of life’s minutia or ephemera. James enjoyed the spatial grandeur
of galleries and observing washes of color. J.M.W. Turner was one of his
beloved painters as he illustrated abstract scenes with veils of colored oil
paint resembling watercolor, hence his distraction by the church’s grandness. James
adored the arts, especially the kind that required deep thinking and analysis.
His perspective was one of a different angle, unparalleled by anyone else. He
spent most of his time either confined in his study room writing or in the open
space of the English countryside. He respected romantic painters of his time,
but wasn’t the least bit interested in reading other poets’ work. His writings
were highly esteemed by himself even if he hadn’t familiarized himself with
anyone else’s verses. He claimed himself to be a remarkable poet and knew that
what he spent his time scribbling during the late hours of the night would one
day be valued and prized. He was also truly meticulous about the cut and tailoring of his garments that indicated his appreciation
for quality, as he was fussy about his poems. He always sported the best linens
(as shirts) that were always accompanied by his somber-blue long coat with a tail behind it that was unique with its tall standing
collar.
James was one of seven children since families contained many children and accepted that not all of them would survive
back in the 19th century. Although romanticism was present at the
time, he was the only child that possessed such deep inner feelings and
adoration for nature. He and his
family resided in the countryside of England, since his father, Jonathan A.
Johnson, asserting that the towns were dirty, unsanitary, and overcrowded with
common folk. They attended church every Sunday as a family to satisfy the mother, “Mean
Martha”, even if it distracted James from his personal thoughts in addition to
deriving him from his own perspective of the world and what surrounded him. His
family was wealthy and owned a spacious Victorian home and frowned upon their
children visiting the city of London in order “not to catch a disease”. James
though befriended a lovely young lady that was a part of the middle class. She
had a young brother of eleven years old that her parents forced to work in a
textile factory due to him lacking any specific talents. James spent quality
time with this lady, Mertie, and her brother, Jack, and learnt to take off his
blinders and widen his vision of humanity. Mertie was a poet as well and was
interested in reading James’ work although he denied that privilege to
everyone. With the restriction of his parents, he rebelled and desired to
travel near and far during his parents’ frequent vacations to nearby European
nations. Life in his home followed a strict routine filled with unnecessary
traditions that bored him to
his very core. This made the twenty three year old James explore his curiosity and
come in contact with various individuals such as his male servants and
strangers he would come across in Liverpool and London. Although self-alienated
at home near his domestic relatives, James possessed an open mind and spirit
ready at all times to discover during his frequent absconds. Poverty was a
reality that exasperated the young poet
to his very core but he refused to contribute financially. He alleged that his
woven baskets of words would have their content published one day to give hope and
positive feeling to all those who were capable of reading the presently furtive
stanzas. James had additionally attended Oxford and studied psychology with the intention of understanding multifaceted beings
such as those around him and the more problematical self. This young, complex,
and educated romantic hero enters the (presently untold) story filled with
spontenuity, drive, and a satiated ego.
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