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Full Name: James Raphael Stuart.
Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A.
Age: 200+.
Gender: Male.
DOB: April 14.
Occupation: Health and economics teacher.
Race: Vampire.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Livid blue.
Height and Build: 5"11, broad shouldered and neat, well built.
Other Appearance: Long, thin scar along his lower stomach and one dashed across his spine.
History/bio:
Born a vampire about an even 200 years ago, James spent a life of quarreling with his half brother George. Where James was fire, George was ice and the two just didn't mesh very well. Though he had never hated him, it was sibling quarreling at best and he made light of it throughout his life, often joking that they fought just like brothers ought to. The passive older brother followed him throughout his life, though he was never sure why, it gave him mild comfort. George was quiet and never commented on his habits and that was good for him, he got to do just about anything that he wanted to. Killing and gambling became his pastimes, just games for him to play when he was bored.
There was a lot of boredom and boredom ruled most of his actions. About the time of the Second World War, he made his way to the comfort of an English man's home. His constant companion George followed him, eager to escape the heavy feeling that war tended to leave in one's bones. It was then that he met her, a young woman with brown hair and a pretty, kind face. His goal was clear and immediate, he had to make her like him. The courting should have been cute, it should have made her swoon, he was gorgeous and extravagant, the fact that she hadn't wanted him to begin with might have been what motivated him to continue.
She was illusive, managing to dodge his advances, he didn't even know if she had been meaning to do it. At the chance, he decided to try to kiss her, it had the right to be a tender moment, she should have liked him by then but her rejection was swift. It was blunt and it made his ears ring and his vision fog for a moment. He felt anger, a blinding rage that overtook him. If he couldn't have what he wanted, then nobody could and so he twisted her hair and fed from her. The anger didn't last when her body hit the floor and panic set into his system, now his eyes just weren't fogging, they were getting damp. Had he really been so foolish to kill her? She couldn't very well do anything if she was dead- unless she could.
The decision was quick, a swift bite to his own wrist, pressed to her mouth. Feeding her his blood, she became something of a baby bird in his arms and his affection only seemed to grow stronger. Surely trapped within an eternity with him would change her mind and with that set, he took the trapped thing a little too seriously. George stayed with him, whether out of his own brand of boredom or whether he just didn't know what to do without his angry younger brother, George stayed with him. George made the right calls, spoke the right words and soon things were clear and she was his.
Waiting for her to wake hadn't seemed like it had been long, pacing, muttering, pacing, he watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Growing bored of waiting, he decided to bring her a gift and when he returned, she eagerly accepted it. He watched, pleased, as she drank from the man. He'd bashed the human over the head himself, it was like watching her bring herself back to life, he felt warm at the process.
So, she would wait there for the rest of eternity until she learned to love him.
Her anger was a flame, burning so high that he was sure it should have devoured him with it's ferocity. Nothing he ever did was right, she was ungrateful, he would have called her selfish if she wasn't so lovely. He taught her what he could in his limited space and she was a natural, good at everything and absolutely stunning, she had it all. Trying not to get starry eyed was hard but it didn't last long.
He returned home to her missing one day, yelling for her and checking every possible route throughout the house. She was gone, not a trace of the pretty brunette left in his home. Anger gripped him, made his nails dig into his hands as he came to his next sound conclusion. If she wanted to play a game, he was very good at games. He sought her brother out next, a fine young fellow and the next of his immortal brood. He made himself seem innocent enough and tracking her had been easy, he prided himself on being a good tracker. Their meeting was an exchange of his pleasant smiles and sharp edged words, her brother presented as the next in a long line of his gifts. An apology!
He was practically cooing at her like she was an infant, containing his laughter to more private moments. She looked shocked silly for a long moment and then angry, he nearly wanted to tell her not to strain herself, getting too angry was bad for the heart. Which was even funnier and the amusement was as livid as his fury that was soon to come.
They banded together soon after, too many vampires for even dear old him to take on. He backed off with his hands held in playful defeat, there had to be some way around their wall..... [WIP]
Soon finding himself in a quaint New England town, he knew he was on her trail again. Things were about to get interesting at best.
Family/Relationships:
Romantic Interest/Brood: Alice Keller (Alive/well)
Brood: Konrad Keller (Alive/well)
Half brother: George Stuart.
Other/Extra:
He's very emotionally manipulative and kind of terrible.
He knows a lot about human health, took it up as kind of a side hobby.
He's very good at puzzles.
He's amused by vampire novels and can be found reading them dramatically out loud to himself.
Full Name: James Raphael Stuart.
Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A.
Age: 200+.
Gender: Male.
DOB: April 14.
Occupation: Health and economics teacher.
Race: Vampire.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Livid blue.
Height and Build: 5"11, broad shouldered and neat, well built.
Other Appearance: Long, thin scar along his lower stomach and one dashed across his spine.
History/bio:
Born a vampire about an even 200 years ago, James spent a life of quarreling with his half brother George. Where James was fire, George was ice and the two just didn't mesh very well. Though he had never hated him, it was sibling quarreling at best and he made light of it throughout his life, often joking that they fought just like brothers ought to. The passive older brother followed him throughout his life, though he was never sure why, it gave him mild comfort. George was quiet and never commented on his habits and that was good for him, he got to do just about anything that he wanted to. Killing and gambling became his pastimes, just games for him to play when he was bored.
There was a lot of boredom and boredom ruled most of his actions. About the time of the Second World War, he made his way to the comfort of an English man's home. His constant companion George followed him, eager to escape the heavy feeling that war tended to leave in one's bones. It was then that he met her, a young woman with brown hair and a pretty, kind face. His goal was clear and immediate, he had to make her like him. The courting should have been cute, it should have made her swoon, he was gorgeous and extravagant, the fact that she hadn't wanted him to begin with might have been what motivated him to continue.
She was illusive, managing to dodge his advances, he didn't even know if she had been meaning to do it. At the chance, he decided to try to kiss her, it had the right to be a tender moment, she should have liked him by then but her rejection was swift. It was blunt and it made his ears ring and his vision fog for a moment. He felt anger, a blinding rage that overtook him. If he couldn't have what he wanted, then nobody could and so he twisted her hair and fed from her. The anger didn't last when her body hit the floor and panic set into his system, now his eyes just weren't fogging, they were getting damp. Had he really been so foolish to kill her? She couldn't very well do anything if she was dead- unless she could.
The decision was quick, a swift bite to his own wrist, pressed to her mouth. Feeding her his blood, she became something of a baby bird in his arms and his affection only seemed to grow stronger. Surely trapped within an eternity with him would change her mind and with that set, he took the trapped thing a little too seriously. George stayed with him, whether out of his own brand of boredom or whether he just didn't know what to do without his angry younger brother, George stayed with him. George made the right calls, spoke the right words and soon things were clear and she was his.
Waiting for her to wake hadn't seemed like it had been long, pacing, muttering, pacing, he watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Growing bored of waiting, he decided to bring her a gift and when he returned, she eagerly accepted it. He watched, pleased, as she drank from the man. He'd bashed the human over the head himself, it was like watching her bring herself back to life, he felt warm at the process.
So, she would wait there for the rest of eternity until she learned to love him.
Her anger was a flame, burning so high that he was sure it should have devoured him with it's ferocity. Nothing he ever did was right, she was ungrateful, he would have called her selfish if she wasn't so lovely. He taught her what he could in his limited space and she was a natural, good at everything and absolutely stunning, she had it all. Trying not to get starry eyed was hard but it didn't last long.
He returned home to her missing one day, yelling for her and checking every possible route throughout the house. She was gone, not a trace of the pretty brunette left in his home. Anger gripped him, made his nails dig into his hands as he came to his next sound conclusion. If she wanted to play a game, he was very good at games. He sought her brother out next, a fine young fellow and the next of his immortal brood. He made himself seem innocent enough and tracking her had been easy, he prided himself on being a good tracker. Their meeting was an exchange of his pleasant smiles and sharp edged words, her brother presented as the next in a long line of his gifts. An apology!
He was practically cooing at her like she was an infant, containing his laughter to more private moments. She looked shocked silly for a long moment and then angry, he nearly wanted to tell her not to strain herself, getting too angry was bad for the heart. Which was even funnier and the amusement was as livid as his fury that was soon to come.
They banded together soon after, too many vampires for even dear old him to take on. He backed off with his hands held in playful defeat, there had to be some way around their wall..... [WIP]
Soon finding himself in a quaint New England town, he knew he was on her trail again. Things were about to get interesting at best.
Family/Relationships:
Romantic Interest/Brood: Alice Keller (Alive/well)
Brood: Konrad Keller (Alive/well)
Half brother: George Stuart.
Other/Extra:
He's very emotionally manipulative and kind of terrible.
He knows a lot about human health, took it up as kind of a side hobby.
He's very good at puzzles.
He's amused by vampire novels and can be found reading them dramatically out loud to himself.
