Age: 36 (April 15, 1981)
Height: 6' o"
Relationship Status: In a Relationship
Languages: English, German
Occupation: Security Specialist Manager, Monarch Solutions
Former Grendel 
Currently Living: Riverport, Massachusetts 
Sexuality: Gay 
Nationality: American (German descent) 
Species: Dhampir (Human/Trashpire)
Class: Pureblood/Halfling

 

James was born a gooey, sticky mess on April 15th, 1981 in Tampa, Florida. Presumed stillborn, he was nearly announced dead before the slight twitch of movement showed the cold, nasty thing was still alive.James suffered from neonatal abstinence syndrome, but thanks to his incredible biology he managed to right himself a few months later.

A few days after his birth, his mother abandoned him on Neegan’s doorstep and fled, forcing Neegan to follow his instincts and care for his sudden new responsibility. Tasked with raising James himself, Neegan did his best to pretend he was a cookie cutter single father only to end up having James resent him for his absences and his strict, inhuman attitude. This caused a rift between them as James grew up, however thanks to the influence of a family friend, he managed to still remain close to his father.

His early life was difficult. James was often overly curious and struggled to maintain relationships past his uncle and father. Having friends was hard due to moving constantly, and Neegan's facade of being a perfectly normal human started to fade. Distressed by the realization early on about what he was, James struggled to understand what exactly he was supposed to be. This caused a lot of anxiety in the Dhampir's early life, leading to a young adult life of uncertainty and fear.

 

REBOOT IN PROGRESS

 

FAMILY

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 BOYFRIEND
Eka Iskandar
SIRE
(Biological Father)
Neegan Harris
ADOPTIVE UNCLE
(Because his father said so)
Jurgen Steinholtz 

"A family can be an old psychokinetic, a pissed vampire, and their hapless son."

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21+ | Though rare, sexual situations may occur ONLY when the story calls for it. 13 year vet. Super picky. Been burned a lot, so I try and find what interests me and will check out everyone who adds me. I work part-time and go to school full time. I'm a busy person. I also have depression and am constantly working on treatments and it affects my writing at times. All I ask for is patience. You add you start. Sometimes I will offer otherwise. 

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Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Action


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21+ | 13 year vet | College student and part time worker


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  • The demon leads James to one of the biggest tents, pushes the flap to the side and steps into the darkness within. ''Straight to the point, huh, little Dhampir? I like that, Jem darling.'' Aza places a gloved fingertip over the wick of a candle, setting it alight. What follows is the dozens upon dozens of candles surrounding it being brought to life, as well as the many others placed on different locations all over the makeshift living room. As much as Aza hates to admit it, he's a romantic at heart. And that fondness for matters of the heart is the sole reason of his choice of atmosphere. Hell, there is even some lavender incense perfurming the air.

    Aza peels his gloves off, tosses them into the nearest sofa. ''Want one?'' He asks the Dhampir, pulling one of his famous dick pops out of his jacket pocket. Without even waiting for an answer, he tosses James a raspberry flavored one before unpinning something from a wall: the blueprint of a building, which, according to mortal legend is known for being haunted.

  • I owe Lorenzo, Mal, and Taylor

     

    working on James throughout the week, replies should start being regular again!

  • There's slight startlement from the wolf, brief and not that obvious, but hey, he wasn't exactly expecting that from the dhampir. Whatever they were saying, even if it was more or less rude, hadn't been bothering the werewolf, but clearly it's getting to James. And oh, now there's a bare of teeth and the claws came out, the anger loud in James' eyes. He glanced at the women and as his eyes fell back towards the dhampir, he dares to place a hand on the man's shoulder to bring him back around and take his attention away from them. He may or may not get a bad reaction for that, but it's a risk he's willing to take. If successful, he offered a smile and a shrug of his own shoulders. " No, they will not stop, but I do not let such things get to me anymore and you should not either. " 

    How many times has Lorenzo personally dealt with this kind of thing? Clearly more times than he can count on fingers and toes and overtime, he's simply learned to not let it get the best of him because he's found it never to be worth his time. The times it still occasionally affected him were more when it was hurting someone else, especially someone he cared about. Perhaps it was hurting James too, his reaction some indication to that obviously, but just how far has it gone? Lorenzo can handle himself, but maybe this man needed help..

    " Why do you come to these places if you know there is people like that here, though?" He asks, curiosuly, now that he thinks about it. 

  • James' blase comment have Taylor do a double-take on the dhamphir. The second time around that he looks at the driver's side, Taylor's eyes rake James from head to toe just to ensure he hasn't been driving alongside a totally different person. It takes him a long minute to take in the slightly altered appearance in. Pointed ears, black claws - nothing like what he's seen in the past. In all fairness, Taylor's consistent avoidance of conflict is, sure enough, a way to never see the dhamphir in action. So, Taylor chooses to not question any of it. 

    "Maybe let's not attack everybody in sight?" He suggests while turning his head to look out of the passenger window. There are hundreds of people on the street, close to fifty waiting in line to the club and God-knows how many inside the club. From what Taylor can see, not everybody in sight is a wolf in sheep's clothing. An even more disturbing fact for him to face is that this newly formed pack of wolves have intricately weaved themselves into human society. For them, it's easier done than for vampires - many of whom suffer from an inability to walk out during the day, or consume human food, or have a pulse. Wolves blend. 

    Taylor's not too convinced he'll get in looking like he does. He looks far too casual to make it by the vigorous bouncer, but James seems to fit right in. 

    "There's an office upstairs." He says casually like this is meant to be simple trivia-type information. A frown crosses Taylor's face out of confusion over where he is pulling this information out of. The band of vampires that sought him out never told him about an upstairs office in the club, and yet Taylor feels like he's been here before. Pulling on the door handle, Taylor stumbles out of the passenger seat and stares at the club, utterly perplexed. He points a finger at the entrance, head half-turned to James, but eyes still ahead, "I.. I think I've been here before." 

    Not much will get done standing on the sidewalk. Taylor marches forward with an unexpected surge of confidence and crosses the street. His entry to the doorway is blocked by a massive man with shoulders wider than the door itself. He looks Taylor up and down, then James. Though he may have seemed like he were about to reject them entry, he steps aside and opens the black door behind him. Loud and heavy bass music pours out from the door. Darkness and flashing lights greet them inside. Taylor enters, immediately overwhelmed by the scents inside. Alcohol, sweat, something spicy and sweet - maybe a vape? Werewolf. He can't tell where it's coming from, but maybe an unoccupied stairway will lead to some answers.

  • "Boring? It's not boring. Just...repetitive." Did repeating the same routine every time she hunted make her life boring? Well, maybe it did. Maybe she was tired of doing the same thing over and over, maybe she wanted something new in her life. Maybe she wanted to not drink herself to sleep most nights she was alone. But...she would never admit any of that. Even to herself. She was too headstrong for her own good to realize when she was probably hurting herself more than helping. Did James need to know that? No, and Malory refused to acknowledge her own feelings, so she moved on.

    Malory frowned at James, sitting up quickly. "Woah woah woah, what do you mean that's it? I have so many more questions, I want to learn so much more about you." And maybe, just maybe, she was looking for a friend. James was...odd. And he wasn't human. But he was nice and interesting and...and damnit Malory wanted a friend who didn't think she was crazy. Malory was lonely, and at least she could admit to that. She didn't spend weeks at a time hunting and scouting because she had a bunch of friends to spend time with. Only her family, who also hunted, so she didn't even see them often anyways. "What about your...trailer in the woods, right? You just going to abandon that?"

  • He arched an eyebrow at his words and looked puzzled at the swimming comment. He ordered a refill of his drink and gulped it down in one shot as he tried to find words to Deliever to the man. 

    “I thought the whole vampires being unable to cross running water, was some kind of myth.  Is water like acid to you? Fresh or salt water? If you can swim because you would burn by water contact??  Then.   How do you bath or clean yourself? If you do.  As for being dump, young, and a fool in love. Going by your words and their meanings.  People do stupid things when they are in love. I would say be glad you have love in your life. There are many out there who desire love and happiness, yet it eludes them so. 

    Like that coyote trying to catch the roadrunner.  If you can be love, if you have one that you love and loves you back. Does anything else in life...... really manner then, James? Friendship, family, love.... What more does a person really need in this world?”

     

    His gaze turned sour as he thought about his own life and what he has lost.  He reflected on this a moment before speaking again. 

    “Worry not about these other vampires that want to get their fangs into you. So long as you are in my club.  You will at least have one area that is a sanctuary. A place where you can be safe from the machinations of those who want you for their own selfish ends.  You have a father. Friends I would assume and someone you love and loves you back, yes? You already have more then me. I am just a dashing club owner of a mildly successful night club. Sure I may get atttrntion from many a woman or man but it’s all hollow, all empty and meaningless.  I have no real friends, no family, it is just me. 

    James. So long as you are here. I want you to feel at ease. I can’t have my customers feeling blue or distressed. It wouldn’t reflect good on me, since I want everyone here to have a good time. That is why I’m in the ........ entertainment industry or the club scene. A place for people to go have fun, relax, and forget life’s troubles, if only for a little while. So can you do that for me, James? Think about what you have and just be happy?  At least not worry about your father. I’ll have someone keep an eye on him while he is here. So that you can relax and enjoy some semblance of a night out. “

    He said all this while flashing a handsome smile. Such a polite gentleman he was. Which made his true nature ever the more opposite. 

  • Aza waves lazily, gesturing at James's claws. ''You can put those away, Jem. No one is going to attack you.'' He pauses for dramatic effect, before adding. ''Not unless I order them to.'' Ah, how reassurring. He doesn't wait for an answer from the Dhampir; he doesn't even wait for the nature of the carnival to sink in, before he's turning on his heels and walking away, expecting to be followed. He walks with his hands behind his back, wrists crossed, fingers curled into fists. He's whisling some random tune, which can be barely heard due to the eerie music playing in the background.

    Halloweentown. That's the name the carnies affectionately refer to as their home. Black is the prominent color in everything, with the occasional sprinkles of other colors, always dark, however. Pumpkins and skulls make the majority of the decoration. The entertainment is provided by creepy looking marionettes, dolls, clowns, skeletons, and scarcrows of all shapes and sizes.

    The huge sign at the entrance that reads All souls under eighteen will be sacrificed to the Loa explains why there are no children around. Only adults are allowed to place a safe foot into these grounds.

  • That got a bit of a laugh out of Lorenzo. He nods once in agreement, because let's be honest, that probably was what they mostly spoke about among each other. He's capable of trusting that James spoke the truth there.  Makes him wonder what James might assume his kind talk about among each other, though. As for how others seem uninterested in James, Lo might chalk it up to the fact that often hybrids are looked down upon. He's seen it before. They are seen as weak and unworthy and while that might not exactly be the case here, maybe it was something close to that. 

    James' backpeddling earns another laugh and jeez, this guy was awkward, sure, but Lo finds it amusing and grins after giving a brief shake of the head. " I save those kind of convo's, as they call it, for those I am ever extra friendly with. " That grin persisted. He's teasing James. A little. Lorenzo was all too aware of most of what was going on around him, including conversations that may or may not involve him, but instead, he seems more interested in his new acquaintance. 

    "Well..either way, your..er father, seemed quite..er well I am not sure what word I am looking for, but I hope there will not be too much trouble for you. "

  • James' nails make Taylor uncomfortable, although he doesn't really know why. It seems painful to him, but upon inspection of the other male, it's a physical reaction that comes without any signals from his pain receptor. He cocks his head at the Dhampir in a quizzical kind of way. Physical altercations and confrontation alike are not included in Taylor's list of past times. Honestly, just about the only thing, Taylor enjoys these days is getting blood drunk off blood chocolates and passing out on his living room floor. It's sad, actually.

    "It was nice to see you!" Taylor calls out to Neegan, copying the same fashion of communication that James uses. He's not totally sure if it was nice to see him, their communication was limited to him being stared at and then reprimanded for not being Eka. It wasn't very good for his ego, but he supposes it could have been a more damaging interaction. Still, Taylor wishes to be polite always.

    Unsure, Taylor shrugs, "Kind of. Just a rumour, but it's worth a shot." He'll follow James' lead and happily give direction all the way.

    It's a long drive.

    New York

    On the outskirts of the main city centre is an 'L' shaped street mostly occupied by clubs and bars. Gay bars to one end and fancy wine-and-dine 'restaurants' to the other. Between them is where most of the action is. All the young and fresh faces who'd finally earned an ID convincing enough to get by the bouncer are around this area. The age range does not vary much, most of them appearing to look under the age of 27. One club, the exact location Taylor leads them to, is hosting a very early Halloween night. Costumes only. Awesome.

  • Something bad? What exactly did he mean by that? Whatever was out there seemed to have the dhampir on edge. She wanted to know what he smelled. Given what she was Maleficent had heightened senses but she doubted they were as strong as the dhampirs. For all she knew he was picking up the scent of something relatively far away. When he cursed the villainess rolled her eyes.

    "Do elaborate."

    She noticed his claws along with the extension of his fangs which only meant he expected a fight. Frankly she pitied the creature interested in giving the two of them shit tonight. Her unpleasant mood accompanied by James's feral behavior ensured there would be no mercy given.

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"I owe Lorenzo, Mal, and Taylor
 
working on James throughout the week, replies should start being regular again!"
Apr 10
James Harris left a comment on Writer's Realm Global Comment Section
"Sorry the reboot for James is taking longer than expected - I just lost my job and I'm currently in talks with a new one so my world is a big shaken up, but hopefully, I'll be done by the weekend!~
 
If I owe you, you SHOULD have heard from me"
Apr 10
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"(revamp (hah) him a bit, work on making him less timid)"
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James Harris and c r y - b a b y; are now friends
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"(I'm in the process of Hard resetting James James and compltely resetting him, so if you want we can move opn when I'm done with him and do something new?)"
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"(You broguht up some dude a few threads back and I tried to sort of get it going but it seems to have fallen slat, haha)"
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"James snorts. 
"It's a trailer, but alright, fine. I'm tired, and I wanna sleep in a bed, so we can chat on the way," James seems ready to go, however. He rolls out his shoulders and moans, apparently a little bit sore after spending so long sleepin…"
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"REBOOT NOTICE:
Due to how sort of stale James has gotten, I will be rebooting the character a bit to see if he clicks a bit more with me. Now that profiles are fixed, I'm going to take a few days to scrub him clean, rework his character, and send ou…"
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 Drabble--His son has been crying for hours. Neegan, brash, angry, volatile Neegan has no idea what to do. When this happens generally Jurgen is around, but tonight he's gone, leaving the vampire alone with a scared, crying six year old. The air of…
Mar 21
James Harris left a comment for Taylor Connor
"The drive doesn't seem to bother James. It's only a few hours from Mass to New York anyway, and given how often he's traveled back and forth for work only means he knows the best way to get there. When they arrive, he eyes the club Taylor has brough…"
Mar 19
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""Must get boring," James yawns, revealing his slightly pointed teeth. They jut out more when he's ready to bite, but for now it's clear he's relaxed with how they're set in like normal teeth. Unlike his father, James hand hide them, however, if he g…"
Mar 16
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""I always drive," something shifts in James, almost like he's excited to be on a hunt. Almost too excited, so much so his claws are already out. Odd how he can control those at will, and how it doesn't seem to hurt him much anymore. He twirls his ke…"
Mar 13
James Harris left a comment for Malory Grace
""You talk like you could take me if I COULD turn you. Which is cute. Because you're so small," he's comfortable with her, that means he's going to tease her a little bit. His gaze, though, stays off her, resting on someone else in the room. Why he s…"
Mar 10
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"James isn't as towering as he used to be. Actually, it seems like he's lost weight, looking a bit sunken in his eyes. He eyes Taylor and shakes his head, not surprised the younger vampire doesn't get it. 
"You know, we're both one of a kind. That's…"
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