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James can be incredibly cruel and barbaric when it suits him to be. He is prone to angry outbursts which are just the tip of the iceberg. He is thoughtless and sadistic to his very core, a true narcissist where his abilities of empathy have been learned over many centuries and serve only to forward his own personal needs. When needed he can be both charming and endearing, completing hiding the fact that he puts no value in either human life or personal connections. For him, every man is their own island and further that is how it is supposed to be. In truth he is a sadistic narcissist who will only ever care about himself, though that is deeply hidden behind layers and layers of protections and the sheer will to get what he desires above all else.
He is one of the wealthiest men in the world, his wealth hidden from the public eye in aliases and shell companies all over the world. There is no government on Earth which has not had some experience with him, one of his companies, or aliases.
Special Skills
- Deductive Reasoning
- Master of Mystic Arts
- Chemistry (Emphasis on Organic)
- PhD in Business & Finance
Special Abilities
- Use of Magical Energy
- Extreme Speed & Dexterity
- Flight
History
Born in the 5th century C.E. in what would someday become Scottland he was born to be a farmer, until one day the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen entered the village. She was tall and spectacular in all things. He had gotten himself out of the house to meet his young betrothed in woods by some standing stones. It was a place of power, for which many feared but he did not. She never showed, so in the middle of the night he made his way back to the village, and that is when he came across her. She stood before him and the scent of blood filed the air, he realized then suddenly why his betrothed didn't come for him that night, she was dead. He recognized the blood stained necklace he'd made himself from the local stones around this woman's neck. He attacked, and was swiftly put in his place, she said he had spirit and turned him that night. Holding him in the woods until he woke, and in his first frenzied feeding, he fed on those in the village with her - deep within him is buried the guilt of that night.
While he maker was killed many centuries ago, the guilt and hate in his heart have not quieted. Hate for her, guilt for himself. He will never go back to the powerless child again, and no one will ever take anything away from him ever again. Throughout the centuries he has lived many lifetimes, some he tried to be good and have some semblance of family and friends. When England was unifying he fought for it and gained power and prestige in doing so. Using his new found power he amassed wealth, quietly in the background. Founded companies, schools, and libraries throughout Europe. Lifetime after lifetime he worked within this framework that he had built, each time leaving some bit of it behind to history. Eventually, he moved to the new world, governing over a few colonies in the early days under numerous aliases.
He was a figure behind the scenes, stoking the flames of rebellion in the new world. Later, each war he would use to his own ends to gather wealth, power, and at each stage leaving parts of his empire behind, selling them off before acquiring new things. Today it continues, wealth and power all hidden in animosity.