Post by Jaden Kalen on Apr 12, 2012 12:15:59 GMT
Character Name: James Alexander Harrison
Age: 36
Species: Human
Character Description: Weapons:
Age: 36
Species: Human
Character Description: Weapons:
1 x M1911 pistolSkills:
Close combat brawling.Special Abilities:
Has knowledge of demons and demonology.History:
James was born in the city of Bristol were he spent all his childhood and much of his youth. Both James' parents were leading British researchers in the paranormal and the art of demonology. Having grown up around information on Demons and otherworldy creatures James of course couldn't help but learn much about things no young man should have to. With what he learnt he showed great promise and natural skill. His parents even predicting that he might one day become one of the best demonologist the country had.
Then one day James' parent were approached by Vincent Lémartes and asked, none to subtly, to work for him. Although James didn't know it at the time they were giving little choice in the matter being that if they refused they would be taken regardless and James would have been killed as punishment. So having no other choice they agreed. On the basis that James be spared his life and be able to go and live with his uncle safe from Vincents clutches.
He never saw or heard from his parents again.
James' uncle was a police officer and took good care of him teaching him all he new. Which being a police officer was mostly doing the right thing and always obeying the law. At the age of sixteen James enrolled into police cadet training. By twenty he was a constable, his raw talent for demonology left unfinished with no one else to teach him.
He continued in the police service for a further six years and had just been promoted to Sergent when Vincent came for him. All he remembered before he was taken was he awoke alone in his Bristol flat after hearing a noise thinking someone was breaking and entering, then darkness. When he awoke, with an aching head, he found he was laying on a mattress in a room with no windows that appeared to be a lab of some type. He was alone so he searched the place looking for a way out and found only a door, locked from the other side. After checking for any other ways to escape and finding none James began to investigate the rooms contents finding it filled with books and texts on demonology that appeared achingly familiar to the young man as well as that a folded pair of trousers and a shirt were at the foot of his bed which he gratefully slipped on. Having little else to do James began to read through the tomes and volumes that littered the room hungry for the knowledge stored in each one as memories of his parents came flooding back to him.
When next he awoke, having no way to judge time, James found several other people in the room. Wearily he got up running his keen eyes over the trio of guests. One sat at the book filled desk wearing a dark suit and ear piece looking directly at him, while the other two similarly dressed men stood either side of the rooms only door showing pistols and batons on there belts. The seated man instructed James to come and sit opposite him. Having little other choice he did. On the table before the suited man was a tray on which a sandwich and a glass of water sat. Without saying a word the tray was slid over in front of him and James began to eat, surprised at his own hunger. After he had finished the suited man smiled revealing extended canine teeth labeling him as a vampire. James also noticed that the all three of the suited men each had a tattoo on there right hands looking to his eyes something akin to a family-crest. The seated vampire then began to ask him questions on demons and demonology. Feeling strangely compelled James answered them all as best he could. This went on for what James assumed to be hours then suddenly and without warning the vampire stood and left the room the two others following him out giving James a quick glimpse out of the door and his freedom revealing the opposite wall of what must be a corridor, then the door was closed and James was left alone again.
The next time he awoke he found that more books had appeared so had pads of writing paper and a supply of ball point pens along with a tray of food. The following time the suited vampire once more was sat at the desk in a spot cleared of books while the other two stood at either side of the door. Once more he gave James some food and asked him question on demons and then the same as before abruptly left. The next time he awoke he found all he had written was gone and fresh paper left in it's place. This pattern continued for a long time, months he guessed until one 'morning' (as he had begun to refer to it as that is when he awoke) he found the door to the room stood open. Feeling a mixture of elation and wary fear James made his way out of the room and out into a brightly lit corridor. No one seemed to be about, which troubled him deeply. Having no idea where to go he began to head up the corridor the way he had seen the three men who questioned him go before the door blocked his view. As he walked he passed many doors on either side of him. Those he did try were all locked, some just by key others had a keypad in which a code had to be pressed before entry. Slowly James made his way up the corridor until he came to another open door. Approaching, with his back against the wall, toward what could possibly be his escape to freedom James peered around the door-frame which revealed to him an outside garden by night. Forcing himself not run out foolishly into the open he surveyed his surroundings then judging it safe. He fled into the night.
He hadn't gone far when he came across a large brick wall blocking his way. Turning back to see if he had been followed or had been tracked to see how far he had got his mouth almost fell agape. He was in the grounds of a colossal manor house. His mind rebelling against what he saw and where he had come from, kept imprisoned for months on end. He turned his back on the place desperate to get away. Scaling the walls by climbing part way up a tree James finally managed to get over the wall and down onto the pavement on the streets of an unfamiliar town still unsure if he had escaped or if he had been allowed to leave.
Fleeing back 'home' to Bristol he was immediately arrested charged with the murder of his uncle just under a year ago. DNA evidence at the scene of the crime linked him to the murder giving him no leg to stand on. So trading one prison for another James spent the next nine years behind bars no one believing his testimony of being kept prisoner in a large manor house somewhere in the country that he couldn't give accurate details on.
Nine years to the day after his initial arrest James was released from prison without being given a reason. He was handed over to a group of men each baring the same tattoo upon there right hands that he had seen during his capture. Feeling fearful, and not wishing to go back to what he had almost come to believe as a lie he had created to shield his mind from the fact that he had killed his uncle, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He waited until the opportune moment as they escorted him via blacked out windowed car to the town he had been to years before. "Edgehaven" he read the road sign allowed. Knowing he had little time left he decided that now was the time to act. Having picked up some skill in prison of fighting in confined spaces James brought his elbow arching into the stomach of the henchmen who sat beside him in the cars back passenger seat forcing the air out of his lungs and bringing his head closer to his where he could head butt him on the nose hearing the bone crunch. Then as quick as he could while the two in the front of the car were still unsure of what was going on he snatched up the mans gun from the holder at his belt and with a cry of rage shot him. Then in turn he shot the man sat in the front passenger seat the bullet passing straight through the mans body and smashing the cars front window. Almost crashing, the driver managed to recover just in time to stop the car from tipping over.
"Stop!" James demanded pointing the gun at the drivers head. When he didn't. James ordered him to again. The third time James pulled the trigger.
The only person who walked away from the crash was James, though not unhurt. Fearful of what he might find but knowing he had nothing else left, he decided to head into Edgehaven, a place he had heard a lot about, little of it good, and try and find the reason why he was wanted and why he had been kept in prison and if this linked to his uncles murder.
