Post by Jameson Lockhart on Nov 16, 2016 2:04:37 GMT
JAMESON "JAMES" LOCKHART
FACE CLAIM: COLIN O'DONOGHUE
 | 509 (29 in appearance) Male Vampire Non-employed Bisexual; Single |
Personality
Jameson's former self and his current self are different, but still similar at the same time. Growing up in England as the son of a Duke, he was taught proper etiquette, manners and politeness that any child should have known back in those days. While being something of a 'ladies man' during those days, there was a mischievous streak to him as well, a little bit of a teaser, sarcastic and witty, charming to boot, but it was always in good fun. It always got him his way. He could really do no wrong, not when he didn't hold the title as future Duke of Northumberland. He got away with everything he could possibly imagine, which led to his massive ego and confidence, his way with words, it was everything he was. He held the strongest of morals, especially since he was tied so tightly to his religion as a Catholic, but all of that seemed to change...when that gift of eternal life came to him, unwanted.
Now, instead of being kind and polite, Jameson (goes more by James in this day and age) has twisted into an egotistical man who still believes he can get away with what he wants. He hasn't been caught yet, doesn't assume he ever will be. He considers himself a master of self preservation, there is no fear that anyone will catch and kill him before he can make an escape. He is still rather charming, though most of that is for show, getting what he wants but in darker ways. He doesn't hold religion close at all anymore, tossing morals out the window and focusing solely on his need to live, anything it takes. He's grown rather fond of terrorizing people, making them uncomfortable and maybe even scared of his presence, not that they live long enough to be able to get the full effect of what fear really is. He's a sadistic, and rather angry man on the inside, he knows what pain is and has seen it first hand, never forgetting, and rather okay with inflicting it on unsuspecting victims. He doesn't care about what it takes to get what he needs or wants, on the rare occasion...he might consider one's feelings, his old and more polite self shining through at moments like that, but on most occasions he doesn't give anyone else a second thought, their feelings, their future and lives are of no use to him. So long as he gets his way, the rest is fine. Wrecking havoc, feeding, and having a good time is what life's all about anymore, right? If there's no morals and no end to this pitiful life as an undead man...what else is there? To ruin others.
Now, instead of being kind and polite, Jameson (goes more by James in this day and age) has twisted into an egotistical man who still believes he can get away with what he wants. He hasn't been caught yet, doesn't assume he ever will be. He considers himself a master of self preservation, there is no fear that anyone will catch and kill him before he can make an escape. He is still rather charming, though most of that is for show, getting what he wants but in darker ways. He doesn't hold religion close at all anymore, tossing morals out the window and focusing solely on his need to live, anything it takes. He's grown rather fond of terrorizing people, making them uncomfortable and maybe even scared of his presence, not that they live long enough to be able to get the full effect of what fear really is. He's a sadistic, and rather angry man on the inside, he knows what pain is and has seen it first hand, never forgetting, and rather okay with inflicting it on unsuspecting victims. He doesn't care about what it takes to get what he needs or wants, on the rare occasion...he might consider one's feelings, his old and more polite self shining through at moments like that, but on most occasions he doesn't give anyone else a second thought, their feelings, their future and lives are of no use to him. So long as he gets his way, the rest is fine. Wrecking havoc, feeding, and having a good time is what life's all about anymore, right? If there's no morals and no end to this pitiful life as an undead man...what else is there? To ruin others.
History
Family Members:
- Former Duke of Northumberland; Totes dead
- Former Dutchess of Northumberland; Totes dead
- Percy, Duke of Northumberland; Totes dead
Jameson was born in northern England in the year 1507, the youngest son of the Duke and Dutchess of Northumberland under the rule of King Henry VII. Childhood for Jameson and his older brother Percy was rather normal for the noble class, having been trained well in a variety of languages including French and Latin, as well as being well educated about their history, and other culture's histories as well. Proper etiquette, horseback riding, swordsmanship, jousting and religion were also a few important things taught to the young men as they grew up. His family were devout Catholic, very close and loyal to the church. In age, he and his brother were well known to the Royal Court (King Henry VII/VIII's family), and Jameson and his brother were very close in these times. Knowing that his brother Percy would inherit their father's title of Duke of Northumberland, Jameson was free to do what he wanted - to an extent. His family wanted him to become an ambassador to France because he excelled in the French language and had spent time there as a youth - the French Court was also "known" for being rather...loose, and let's face it, Jameson was a bit of a ladies man.
His brother Percy had a love affair with Anne Boleyn, Jameson was told about this by his brother, the two lovers wedded and bedded their relationship. Both families involved were furious. Anne was sent away to live in the French Court while Percy was forced to marry his betrothed, Mary Tolbit. Jameson was crushed to see his brother so unhappy, and never forgot the information his brother had entrusted in him about his relationship with Anne Boleyn. A few years later, Anne was brought back to Court to seduce King Henry VIII while her sister Mary was pregnant with the King's child. Jameson watched as she took hold of the king. King Henry VIII sent his wife Katherine away for Anne. He was under a spell, more or less. Jameson, knowing what he did about his brother and Anne, was furious to see the Court become divided. After years of religious leaders telling King Henry VIII his marriage to Katherine would not be annulled, the king decided to break with the church and declare his own marriage was null and void. He married Anne at that time. The country was in an uproar, they called Anne a witch who had taken over their beloved king. Henry VIII was furious at these allegations and began to force people to sign the Right of Succession - which would name Anne as his true wife, their children the heirs to the throne and that he, King Henry VIII, was head of the church of England. This went against everything Jameson believed in religiously, and despite being a ladies man, it did go against his morals on the matter as well. He knew Anne was not the true Queen of England. When it came time to sign the Right of Succession, Jameson refused despite his brother having caved in and signing, no matter how much he loved Anne. Refusing to sign resulted in his imprisonment within the Tower of London.
Conditions in the Tower were comfortable at first, he could receive visitors - including the lady-folk - he had access to good wine and books. As he continued to refuse to sign the Right of Succession, the conditions worsened. He was moved to a smaller cell, his books taken away, and no visitors were allowed to see him. He was completely cut off from the outside world. As winter set in the cell became extremely cold and unbearable. Sometimes they would forget to bring him food and water for days at a time. It almost became worth it to sign the Right of Succession by this point, however one cold January morning, the guards brought in a new prisoner and placed him in the cell adjacent to his own. The man screamed at his captors, promising revenge and stating that no man could contain him within these walls. As night settled, the man calmed down and Jameson could hear him pacing back and forth. Still holding on to some of his charm, Jameson called out 'Are you going to wear a hole in the ground and crawl out that way?', gaining the other's attention. The man laughed and they stroke up conversation about what landed them in imprisonment. The man wouldn't say why he was imprisoned, only that he needed to get out and fast. Charles - the other prisoner - spoke like a nobleman, however jameson who knew almost everyone at the Royal Court, had never heard of this fellow. They devised a plan that when the guards came to finally feed them, Jameson would pretend to be dead in his cell forcing the guards to open it. He would then be able to knock a guard out, take his keys, and free his newfound partner in crime. The very next day a single guard came down the hall, and Jameson played dead. Needless to say, the plan was successful, Jameson got the key and helped his new buddy Charles escape his cell.
After the two former prisoners escaped, they made their way out of London, knowing they would be wanted men and headed East looking to gain passage out of England to Burgundy. Once safe outside the city, Charles thanked Jameson and insisted on repaying his kindness with a special gift. Jameson insisted that Charles owed him nothing, but Charles was very adamant that soon Jameson would receive his just reward. DUN DUN DUN. A few days later, still traveling together, Jameson lay semi-asleep, and in his drowsy daze, he noticed Charles heading his way. Charles leaned over him and very quickly bit him on the neck, Jameson tried to fight back but to no avail. Finally, his 'buddy' let go of him and claimed it was time for Jameson to receive that 'just reward'. Charles cut his wrist open and forced his own blood down Jameson's throat. He felt severe pain in his stomach...and that was all he remembered of his transformation. Charles was gone, Jameson left with a curse - or blessing - of Eternal life. Jameson was only twenty-nine at the time (1536)
Fourteen years later...
"Bloody" Mary was on the throne, and people were turning on their neighbors. The growing fear of witchcraft plagued the country. Jameson had had too many close calls and feared capture and death, he bought passage on a boat heading for the New World with some supplies. He worked on the ship during the long voyage, once they reached what is now the Carolina's, he settled in a town called Roanoke - which was under the leadership of Governor White. He liked it and decided to remain there as much as he could. Staying there for some 40 years or so, people began to quickly question the fact that Jameson never seemed to age. He tried putting flour in his hair to seem grayer, but the wrinkles never came. They accused him of witchcraft and were going to burn him at the stake. In an act of self preservation, and slight insanity from not having fed for a little over a week, Jameson completely eradicated the town - which to this day is called "the lost colony" - he buried all the bodies, or dumped them in the water. Knowing that people would notice an empty town, he carved Croatoan, which was a local Indian tribe, hoping they would take the blame.
Since then...he became something of a drifter, never staying in one place for a significant amount of time. He did this for several hundred years, from the time he had arrived to early stages of the American Revolution, Jameson worked mostly as a hunter by trade, earning his way, and keeping other people's noses out of his business and his life not wanting to risk being threatened with death again.
Jameson "James" adapted to the world as it changed. Each decade had it's own 'way' that needed to be adapted to, and as the world changed, so did Jameson. He learned how to work around being noticed, around rules and other things that might have gotten him captured, discovered, or worse. He'd learned how to manipulate, lure and easily obtain prey as well as resist urges to feed around blood. His once rather honorable and religious personality had twisted, been forgotten, making him a much darker and deceiving individual. He raised hell wherever he went, but managed to stay on the move and very much alive - as alive as a vampire could be. During one of his short visits in part of America's heartland, Jameson had come across a small group of vampires, of which he had been going after as far as a hunt went, and they had mauled a young man, no older than...sixteen, maybe seventeen years old. They had been rather savage upon the poor fellow, and Jameson couldn't help but remember his own feelings about death. He had escaped it so many times, his first being in that tower, rewarded with the gift of Eternal life. Things had gotten pretty lonely on the road, so the idea of...a minion of sorts, a right hand, it was a quick decision. After the small group of vampires had left the immediate area, James went to work. He ended up biting the kid, recreating how he had been transformed, slit his wrist and forced his vampire blood down the young man's throat. Having gotten him out of sight, James went after the small group that had attacked the teenager, killing and disposing of them before returning to his new and first creation. There was always the option that it wouldn't work, that he had done something wrong in the process...but he had never made another vampire before, so he was careful to watch.
When the young man, Max, came to, James explained everything, at least about this life. Immortality, enhanced senses and abilities, needing to feed on blood to survive, it was like something out of a regular old horror story, wasn't it? He had become a Sire, Max his fledgling. Much to James' dismay...the vampire he created was very pitiful, weak in a sense, and nothing more than a liability. If he wanted to die, this was the way to do it, to have Max at his side. The idea of him living off of the blood of animals was rather repulsive to the man who had spent hundreds of years doing things in one particular way, growing so accustomed to it that any other way possible seemed like a bad idea. Max was a bad idea. In a rage, James abandoned the young vampire, sticking to going at things alone as he always had, not thinking about making any more creations anytime soon, not after the wimp he had chosen for that gift of immortality. Instead of killing the poor sod right then and there and removing a thorn from his side permanently, he figured why not let the kid suffer a bit with this life...if he couldn't adapt, he'd die on his own in time. Jameson, James, went back to his normal lifestyle, raising hell with no liability to hold him back.
About the Player
Alias: Raz
Age: 22
Timezone: Central
Anything Else: I'm a weak noodle who needs to make all the characters.
Other character(s): Mari Bellamont, Valen Blackthorne, Griffin Murdoch
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