Christian James | |
FULL NAME: Christian Daniel James NICKNAME: Chris AGE: 26 DOB: January 3rd GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Bisexual RACE: American SPECIES: Vampire - Sanguine Grandchilder RELIGION: Agnostic OCCUPATION: Peace Keeper RESIDENCY: Venetian with Thorne. time in vegas: Little over a month. | |
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Appearance | |
| Coming to a solid yet wiry six feet in height is Christian James. He is all toned muscles from his harsh living with little fat to him, also due to his harsh living. He went many times without food and has nothing like a steady meal in ages. As such, beneath the muscle you can see feint outlines of his ribs from malnourishment. He has sharp angles to his face, giving away his French and English mixed decent, but his family has long since considered themselves American. He has dark brown hair he keeps in a shaggy, short cut for simplicities sake, and has a set of dark blue eyes. As for his style. If left to his own devices he would dress rather casually. Jeans and long sleeves or sweaters. Nice but not dressy, and definitely comfortable. But being a free human meant he wore what he could get his hands on, and they were usually ragged. So the prospect of being under Thorne and no longer having to wear rags is quite amazing. He is definitely looking forward to being clean and healthy. | |
Abilities | |
| Basic: Rapid Healing/Regeneration, Heightened Senses (e.g. Sight, Smell, Hearing, Touch, Taste), Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Strength, Mesmerize with Voice and Eyes, Seduction and Charm, Beauty, Telepathy with Family, Resiliance and Stamina, Night Vision & Fangs. Alternatively... she has standard Vampiric weaknesses. Manipulate Elements - Fire: Is able to manipulate fire. As he is a new vampire, the ability is not refined or under control. He cannot, at this time, create fire. Manipulate Flesh & Bone: This ability, like the other, is new along with his being a vampire. It will take him time to figure out he has it, and then learn to control it. | |
Personality | |
| STRENGTHS: Practical, Disciplined, Ambitious, Patient, Careful, Charming, Passionate, Intense, Sense of humor, Laid back, Protective. WEAKNESSES: Cocky, Fatalistic, Sensitive (oddly enough), Pessimistic, Ambitious, Possessive, Jealousy, his sense of absolute loyalty, his anger once triggered, his libido, his hunger, predatory instincts. When one looks at Christian they can see the surety and cockiness in his every expression, every movement. He’s a man with a dominant personality, one refusing to be beaten down by the hardships he is faced with. A survivor. He may falter, but he won’t stop. Or so he thought until the death of his baby girl brought him to his knees. So while the cockiness and defiance still shine through his eyes, they are shadowed by loss and guilt so deep it is painful to him. With his bad boy like personality it comes as a shock to most that he is a sensitive guy. He talks big, has a snarky personality and acts so much like a man’s man, but beneath he’s a softy, and when he gets hurt he gets hurt bad. He feels things deeply, whether or not he shows it. He’s a passionate man in this regard, since his love is strong and deep, his desires intense and hot, and his loyalty damn near blind in its strength. He is a very passionate man behind the laid back, aggravatingly lazy like exterior he presents. Alternatively, if one watches him closely, they can see yet another side of him. A side that is disciplined. He has a routine, and he does it quickly, carefully and completely. It is only after all the work that he lazes about. He does not shirk duties, and does not let anyone get in the way of what he wants. Especially when he wants someone for his bed. Then he can become a charming bad boy and lure just about anyone into his bed. And maybe that wasn’t such a good thing, since it had lead to him cheating on his wife more than once, but then he was sure she took others to her bed as well in the two years of their marriage. On the flip side, he is a bit jaded. When it comes to himself he expects the worst, and especially since the death of his daughter. With her gone and his failing to save her he has no right for things to go right in his life now. But still, ambition is lurking deep inside waiting to come out once someone is able to pull his ass out of the depression he has sunk himself into. The negative side to his relationships in any regard… when he feels the pull strongly enough he can be jealously possessive. Wanting to dominate the other’s life, or so he will… once someone is able to trigger it. So far only his little princess had anything close to that kind of attention, since she was his everything. As for triggering his anger… It is simple, but effective. Attacking those he cares deeply for, vocally or physically. If their safety is threatened or they are put into an unpleasant situation, his flare up can be quick and strong, not burning out for a long while until he is, essentially, drained of the energy needed to keep that anger alive. | |
History | |
| The birth of Christian James wasn’t anything overly spectacular. He was the youngest of three child with both and older brother and sister, Michael, the brother, being the eldest. The James’ were a normal middle class American family, living in Michigan. Nothing eventful or out of the ordinary happened while he was growing up. He broke his arm once falling from the monkey bars at school, made his friends, fought with them. He was a fairly popular boy and enjoyed his life a great deal. He was eleven when his family picked up and moved from Michigan down to Kentucky, trading flat forests in Northern Michigan to the city of Lexington in the hills of Kentucky. A drastic change that none of the siblings were particularly fond of, but they had to deal with it. It was for work, their father had gotten a transfer. And then it happened. The meteors came, and the family sought refuge, managing to survive the impacts as well as the first hellish years. They were safe with many other humans in a underground bunker, but the food was limited and would not last forever, as well as the wearing on nerves being in close quarters with so many… Eventually a group set out, which included the James family. But what they found… they would have been better off roughing it until the food ran out in the shelter. To find out about the supernatural creatures was a shock to them all. Vampires and lycans, it was a dangerous world they lived in now, and it dwindled their group quickly. Far too quickly, but then Christian adapted to the change well, showing that youngest children were not just followers as he took the reins a lot after his father died when he was seventeen. They moved constantly, and learned how to do so stealthily. They learned how to deal with their harsh reality, and how to scavenge as well as hunt. Hunt the wildlife around them, or those that had managed to survive. The usefulness of backwoods Kentucky rednecks that still new the older forms of hunting and taught the others to do as well, but as the years wore on they continued t shrink in size, loved ones and friends being picked off one by one. Sure, occasionally they would meet up with another group and merge, but the swelling in numbers only lasted so long before they were once again a small band. They had made it west, finally, and were weary but still searching for a haven. That was when they heard word to Vegas, populated by Vampires and Lycans that kept humans as cattle and slaves, but still, they were fed and could live. It was tempting to the travel weary, emotionally drained humans. But by then Christian had become a father, with a little girl he adored, and while he did not love her mother and his wife quite like he should he did see her as his best friend. He decided his daughter would not be raised in slavery. Thankfully, soon after, they heard whispering of those in residence at the Hoover Dam. Their safe haven… They made for it, skirting close to the city to get to it. Christian had long since become the leader of their ragtag band, where his only family by then were his wife and daughter. His parents and siblings… they were all gone. They had just passed the city when it happened. Feral Lycans found them and attacked, savagely. They tried to fend them off, but they were too much, too powerful. Soon Christian was the last one standing, stupefied at the sight of his two year old daughters broken and bloody body. He lost it and charged. To this day he still doesn’t know the particular vampire that stepped in and saved his life. Having grabbed him mid attack and flung him aside to safety as they and a few others did away with the feral lycans. He was alive and unharmed. The survivors guilt sunk in quickly, along with a deep seeded feeling of despair. It made him easy enough to take back to the city and thrown into the slave pens. In those first few days, he felt as if his life was over. His little Jazzy was gone… he’d never watch her grow up… gone, now a little angel up in heaven. He stood at the auctions like a man beaten and broken, but the spark of his strong personality was still there in his eyes, hazy behind the guilt and despair, but still there. And then he met Thorne. Attractive vampire with piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through him. It has been a month since Christian became Thorne’s ‘body slave’. Forced into playing ‘housewife’ for him, which he at first refused, but now was… actually getting the hang of. But what made the chores bearable was what else developed between them. A sort of camaraderie. Thorne would return home, they would drink and sit and talk, like they were friends and not master and slave, vampire and human. They would have discussions and… on occasion at first, they would end up with their bodied intertwined and fighting for dominance…. Which Christian found was not unpleasant to give tot eh vampire. Always having been bisexual, he had never let a man top him, not until Thorne. But then, with how the seemed to connect… it seemed that with the vampire there was a lot he could get use to he never would have contemplated doing before. But he is still haunted… haunted by the deaths he could not prevent. Which has lead him to take the bits of drinking too far. He knew Thorne had to kow he snuck alcohol when he was not around, using it to numb the pain and loss. He knows it is bad and what it will ultimately do to him but… It is hard to deal with the pain when not entangled with his master’s body. | |
Out of Character | |
| name: Rose age: 18+ pb: Gaspard Ulliel aim: lieandpretend email: notyourparade @ gmail.com | |