Name: James Edwards
Race: Vampire
Age: Less than one vampire year. (Appearance of early twenties)
Height: 5"7
Weight: 140Lbs

Hair: Honey blonde, hair goes down to the nap of his neck, it is wild and unkempt. Full of leaves, dirt and blood. 

Eyes: Dark blue

Skin: Pale but still maintaining some colour from human life.

 Build: Lean in build, with clear muscles definition in his upper arms and torso. His ribs are clear and defined on his upper torso.

Clothes: (To begin with) White linen shirt, that is covered in mud, dust, dirt and blood. It his torn in several places. He has brown trousers that are in much the same condition and a matching hip length jacket with a small collar. He has a wide collared thigh length light brown coat that is in slightly better condition. His shoes are unpolished, scuffed brown leather knee high boots.

Accessories: A half penny on a piece of twine he wears around his neck. 

Powers/Skills: Nothing apparent beyond usual vampire speed, strength, site and hearing.

General personality: Personality at first - Quiet and timid, very unsure of what is going on and is only really aware of his own hunger and need to survive. 
True personality - A boisterous, confident young man who loves to talk and talk about anything that catches his interest. He does not really like silence or being alone preferring the company of others. He is interested by art and beautiful things, they almost seem to hypnotize him when he sees them, he has a bit of a magpie mind wanting to steal these pretty things. 

Background: James was raised in London with his eight siblings. The youngest of them he often felt that he was under appreciated and seen only as another mouth to feed. This led him to stealing and pick pocketing so that he could help his family. at twelve he began to work varying jobs. He spent his years as a laborer and soon moved out from his parent's home. Not content with his life in London he took the opportunity to travel to the colonies when he turned twenty-one. He went as a deck hand on the ship and remembers nothing after the third day at sea. 

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He can smell the storm coming, it merges with the salty scent of the sea and the damp of the forest, the wind whistles through the trees blowing his hair around his face. The young vampire rises slowly from where he had been crouched over the cold body of his last victim taken the night before. It is useless to him now, although the corpse still has much blood to give it is cold and has stopped flowing. He would be hunting again tonight. James licks a bloody finger grimacing at the taste of cold congealed blood. 

The small township lies a mile away at the edge of the forest, a trek James it used to making every second night at least. The town was the first place he remembers. He had woken up on the ship that had carried him over from England, he remembers how sore and thirsty he was. His first victim had been a sailor unpacking crates. On pure instinct the young vampire had attacked him, fangs sliding out with ease as he sank them into the throat of the sailor and began to drink. James drank him dry before throwing him overboard, he washed up on the beach the next morning. James, had not understood what had happened to him and did the only thing he could think of doing, fleeing. He fled into the nearby forest and remained there coming out to feed on humans whenever he became thirsty.

Having licked his hands clean, James picks up the body and begins dragging it away. He never leaves the bodies close to his hiding place, no doubt the men of the small town are looking for the monster killing people and bodies left close to home will leave him vulnerable. Instead he takes this one to his newest dumping ground by the creek. the ground is soft and muddy, his shoes sink into it as he struggles along dragging the heavy body of the soldier he killed. At the creek's edge he dumps the body on the ground and looks it over one last time in search of anything he cane use. 

Eventually James settles on the shiny leather boots, he could use a new pair considering his own are in tatters and destroyed from use. With quick ease he removes the soldier's boots and puts them on his own feet. He grins, realising that they fit him well. With the task done the young vampire lift the body over his shoulder and walks over to the hollow tree. He jams the body in listening to the crunch and crack of bones as they shatter and break while he kicks the body in. The soldier's body is not the only one in that tree and James doubts he will be able to force another one in. 

Deciding that finding a new place is a conundrum for later James retreats back the way that he came, stopping to listen to the sounds of the strange birds and take in the smells. It is very different to his life in England where he had lived in cramped confines and seen very little nature. He likes it in the forest, although it is a very lonely existence and he still can not understand why he is different from the towns people, why the thirsts for their blood and has no care or love for them. 

Lightning blankets the sky for a short moment before there is the deep rumble of thunder, James’ lips twist as his mind becomes that of a hunter, the storm will mean less people out, he will probably have to go into the main town to find a meal, it will also mean he will leave foot prints when carrying the weight of his victim away. But he is very hungry and does not want to wait for another day, the fledgling lacks the self-control required. 

Having returned to his little cave James fishes his coat out from beneath the low rock and pulls it on. He buttons it all the way up to hide the blood in case anyone sees him when he is in the town. There is nothing he can do for his hair and only hope that the darkness and the rain keeps that concealed from view. 

As he moves through the trees towards his hunting ground his senses begin to react to something, there is something close by and he is afraid of it. Without hesitation the young vampire scrambles up a tree and perches himself on a high branch. His keen eyes spot a man walking through the forest and he frowns. It looks like a man but his instincts tell him to stay away, not to attack him. The fledgling remains up above trying to understand why this man is not a meal. He is all alone, he seems to be wondering without real purpose, surely he can pick him off and eat him?