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[center][h2][color=Gold][I]J A M E S  S P E C T E R [/I][/color][/h2]
[h3][i]"Dying is easy. Living is harder"[/i][/h3][/center]


[INDENT][color=Gold][B]|   B I R T H N A M E:   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"It ain't God given, but it's all I've got."[/i][/center]
[INDENT][INDENT]James Roger Specter Jr.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[color=Gold][B]|   N I C K N A M E ( S ):   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"Arsch, Mistvieh, and Misch are what I'm most used to hearing.
Well, that, and 'son of a whore'. Dad always was quite rude regarding my mother. "[/i][/center]
[INDENT][INDENT]Jamie
Ghost
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[color=Gold][B]|   A L I A S ( E S ):   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"Just the let em' know who's in charge."[/i][/center]
[INDENT][INDENT]Kaiser[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[color=Gold][B]|   S E X:   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"It's all there."[/i][/center]
[INDENT][INDENT]Male[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[color=Gold][B]|   A G E:   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"And still as innocent as I was at 14..
Actually, I was quite the bastard at 14. Not much has changed, I suppose. "[/i][/center]
[INDENT][INDENT]Twenty Six.[/INDENT][/INDENT]


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[color=Gold][B]|   A P P E A R A N C E:   |[/B][/color]
[center][i]"Have' a good look at this handsome mug. You'll see it on either the best night of your life - or the last. Hell, maybe both. "[/i][/center]
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184 CM, 71 KG, Slender but good build. Nice posture, badly-good fashion sense, spends a lot of time making sure he looks like he spends no time caring about his looks. He's got stubble on his face, despite however unfitting that is. [/indent]
[color=Gold][B]|  P E R S O N A L I T Y:   |[/B][/color]
[indent]Cynical - Sarcastic - Emotional - Humorous - Self-Critical and Confident - Proud
[indent]James is not afraid to throw the first punch - but he'll always insist he didn't start the fight. He's a jaded individual, one who believes the world is already too far gone, but he's just around for the ride. Sort of a 'keep playing while the ship is sinking' kind of thing. 

He's quick witted, emotional and hotheaded. He's got a quick temper, yet a feeling heart. A heart he's buried below years of cynicism and disdain for authority. He doesn't like being told what to do, yet, he frankly always believes himself to be the best choice when it comes to lead, despite the record showing otherwise.

He made an awful soldier, yet a skilled one. Terrible at following order, great at flying and killing Germans. An odd mix, one his officers never appreciated, yet they had to respect him for his renown as a pilot. Something he takes great pride in - challenging his skills in the air is one of many things that will make him send a fist flying your way.

Provided he doesn't send a hurricane your way, that is. [/indent][/indent]

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[center][i]"I have more than one trick up my sleeve, baby."[/i][/center]
[color=gold][B]|   A B I L I T I E S:   |[/B][/color]
[indent]Metrokinetic;

James is a Metrokinetic. However, his abilities have not yet fully realized themselves, he's only gotten adept at manipulating air, as such, he is often mistaken for an aerokinetic, even Charles Xavier made that mistake originally - till James had one of his 'moods' and made hail the size of tennis balls.

He can feel, trace, manipulate and magnify most aspects of the weather, from currents to pressure to temperature to chemical balance , increasing or decreasing the amount of oxygen in the air, most notably, as altering any of the other molecules is far too difficult for him to achieve. As of currently, James is capable of sending out powerful gusts, capable of knocking people off their feet, generating small tornadoes, and even ride said tornadoes to emulate the ability of flight. His powers have more [i]sinister[/i] means too, but James is a much too nice guy for that. 

That, and never needing a parachute, should he jump out of a plane. 

During emotional distress, lightning storms tend to occur around him. Bring a lighting rod. 
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[color=gold][B]|   S K I L L S:   |[/B][/color]
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Flying Ace; James is an excellent pilot, one of the best the Great Britain has ever produced, a true pride to the Royal Air Force. Well, he would be, anyway. If he could've stayed away from getting pissed on the job, and pissing off his superiors. He was dishonorably discharged following the conclusion of the war. The emergence of his powers sure didn't help, either.

Soldier; While he did most of his fighting inside of a flying machine, James is also a tried-and-true foot soldier. He can handle a gun or a rifle, even combat knife and has gone more than a few rounds in a boxing ring.

Decoying: You hear about the British who are slick, suave and charming? James is none of these things. He's got the absolute opposite of a silver tongue, as mostly everything he says is complete horseshit. However, being uncharismatic has it's perks, for sure. 

Multi-Lingual: One of James more useful talents if being multi-lingual. He speaks English, German and Dutch, even some Spanish and Japanese. His wit is just as uncharming in all those languages, too.
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[center][i]"You ever think you have found your calling? What it was God put you on this earth to do? For me, it was putting down the pints, and joining the war. It was fighting for Queen and Country, it was fighting alongside my brothers - brothers I was not born with, but earned.

And then pissing it all away, ending back up with the pints again."[/i][/center]
[color=gold][B]|   B I O G R A P H Y:   |[/B][/color]
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His mother died from a unknown disease - in the following decades, it would be known she had a brain tumor, cancer. When James was 3 years old. His father was a World War 1 Veteran, and quite a lot older than James himself, being in his 30's when his son, Jr, was born. James Specter Sr. Worked as a banker when James was growing up, he was quite the drunk in the apartment in London the two shared, turning abusive once James was old enough to remember.

Jr. Grew up a troubled kid, he grew up in a neighbourhood with a lot of immigrants from all over Europe, During his teenage years in the 30's, especially. he picked up many of their languages during this time, becoming quite skilled at them, even seeing a future for himself as a scholar. Provided he'd stay out of the bars he was too young to be in.

Then came the war. Oh boy, did the war come. James was enlisted into the Royal Airforce, working under Churchill himself, a pride, to be sure. He along with the rest of the RAF was key factors in driving back the Germans during the war, stopping the bombings of London and taking the fight to Berlin. He bombed the German capital with a kind of glee, a sadistic smile on his face as he demolished the homes of so many innocent bystanders to one mad man's idea of power.

A Rogue Thunderstorm came upon him, striking his plane, forcing him to crash land, he miraculously walked out of the crash-site without more injury than a few cuts and bruises. Except he was in German territory, he lived with local resistance groups for over two months, aiding in their battle against the Germans, until the Americans came-knocking on Hitler's front step. Lead by the man who threw his mighty shield.


Returned to Britain, his powers had long since manifested, but now, after the stress of the war, he realized he was the one who caused the storms he kept flying into, he was the one who created the rogue winds and the heavy down pour.

Hell, he was certain he was to be blamed for the shitty London Weather, too.

That's how he ended up [i]flying[/i], albeit commercially this time, over the pond, where there was one man who could help him understand, and hopefully cure him.

And it didn't hurt that said man happened to run a bar, either.   [/indent]

[color=gold][B]|   M I S C.   N O T E S:   |[/B][/color]
[indent]He smokes. Like, a lot.

[s]Don't you fucking dare call him Constantine[/s]
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