James Macavoy

[Iota]

Name: James Macavoy
Nick Names or Alias: Jim, Mac
Age: 22
Aesthetic Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
LClan: Malkavian
If Other..:

n/a

Sect: Anarch
If Independant Faction..:

n/a

Rank: Neonate
Generation: 12th
Powers (Disciplines):

Auspex - 1
Obfuscate - 2
Dementation - 1

Deformities:

n/a

Derangement(s):

usually speaks in the third person. James also has a tendency to ignite conversations with the television and various road signs that have words, for example, the stop sign.

Misc.:

- Iron Will (displays a resistance to mind-control.)
- Music Maestro (can use musical talents to seduce or persuade.)

Appearance:

has a well kept short beard, no scars or tatooes. Athletic build, toned but not really muscular.

Fashion Sense/Style:

Always wears baggy blue jeans with a studded belt and a tight top that is usually red with a star wars design of the front. He likes to wear black trainers, like “air-walk”. He has a stud in his eyebrow and wears a black bandanna with a long tail end piece trailing down to between his shoulder blades.

Personality:

He is relatively harmless for a kindred, Unless it’s feeding time of course. He is tolerant of all species. He is quite sarcastic, tends to get a head of himself. He is Malkavian and inherited the “madness”, this is evident when he is talking about himself or talking to inanimate objects, other than that, he seems quite sane to most.

Physical-Strength: 7
Intelligence: 12
Speed: 9
Leadership: 5
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 7
Ranged: 2
History:

Born in California, James had a rather “sunny” child hood, mainly due to the weather. The usual came and went, learning to walk and talk etc. He would spend most of his child hood listening to old rock music from the 70’s and 80’s and head deep in books. Sufficed to say, no major events occurred during his child hood. He barely had any friends, too busy living in fantasy land and trying to learn everything he could about science fiction and rock music.

By the time James was 13; he had taken up guitar lessons and knew practically everything about star wars and star trek. Yes, he indeed was a nerd and he was proud, despite the bullying and teasing towards his “life style”. He had a morning paper round as well, he was one of those rare types of people who actually enjoyed waking up early and was barely ever in a bad mood in the mornings. He would often sing to himself as he rode down the roads throwing individual rolls of paper towards door steps on his rounds.

He never dressed like the stereotypical “nerd” or “geek” no over sized glasses, no plaid shirts and no tight trousers or formal shoes. He enjoyed wearing baggy clothes, left for more room for his body to “breathe” as it were. So, in essence, he was an undercover nerd. No one knew, until he started to talk about what he likes. But he had learned to play the guitar, so a fair few people forgave him for being a nerd. Academically, he was a wonder kid. School and education was rather easy for him as he could quite easily absorb information and remember it for a fair deal of time. This quite often left him free at the weekends, where he would per sue his hobbies.

After the school years had come and gone, James was free from the shackles of being bumped into lockers and teased. He was off to university to study English literature and Mathematics. Little did he know that University would change his life, forever. He signed up to the New York City University and was accepted. For him New York was a new world, he was used to beaches, sunshine and women walking around wearing next to nothing. Now he would have to get used to fully clothed women, rain and the quite gothic aura that the city presented. He especially loved New York City due to all the gigs from world famous rock bands and the various rock themed bars that scattered the city.

He would barely go to parties and never applied himself to find a girlfriend. He never tried before and no women ever really looked at him that way, so not having a partner wasn’t a bother to him, he was happy with his life and that all he had done thus far. He often opted to play for some of the local bands as a backup guitarist, to which the offer would be taken up from time to time. He was excelling in university; he made a fair few likeminded friends and was generally making the best use of his time. It wasn’t until his 22nd birthday that his life would be turned upside down and inside out.

He never really celebrated his birthday; he just didn’t seem to see it as an important day as probably most would. He never asked nor expected presents. He was quite content on it just being another day. He decided to play a set on his guitar, doing his own personal spin on classic rock tunes at a back water small bar, he loved his music and wanted people to hear it. Before his turn was up, quite a few hours earlier actually, he met a young looking attractive woman, she initiated conversation with him. She was somewhat of a smooth talker. The night went on, the woman, known as “Sherry” continued talking to James, fascinated by him. Perhaps due to the life he had was completely different to the life she had when she was growing up.

It was James’s turn up on stage finally. He made his way to the stage, set up his gear and started to play. Sherry seemed to like his music and he was really starting to take noticing of her. However, 10 minutes into his set things went pear shaped. A party of about 5 mean, rowdy and obnoxious men came stumbling into the bar. They were fairly well behaved for a few minutes, until of course they decided to inappropriately talk to women and pushed around other patrons. The bouncers would of course intervene. This kicked off a fight, well, more like a massacre. The bouncers were dispatched off quite quickly whilst one of the men headed for James and attacked him. He was mortally wounded.

Meanwhile, Sherry was staying low and keeping to herself, she knew who the men were and they were capable of and she was hopelessly outnumbered with no weapons too. The man who attack James left him for dead, immediately after the attack, Sherry ran to James before dragging him into the toilet area, he was dying. Sherry didn’t want to impart her curse onto him, but she didn’t want to see his talents and life experiences go to waste. So whilst he still was alive, she bit into his neck, starting the embrace. Unfortunately as she left James unconscious, she was jumped by the men, who turned out to be Sabbat. They made short work of her.

It wasn’t long after the Sabbat had left that another Kindred had entered the premised, he had witnessed the attack from outside and kept to himself. He would make his way through the bar, to check for survivors, he knew it wasn’t likely. But someone had to clean the mess up left by the unruly bunch of rogue Sabbat. He found James on the floor, unconscious and embraced. It was unusual for any Camarilla affiliated clans or sect’s to embrace without the Prince’s consent. Whether the embrace was made out of passion or the final act of a Kindred in danger, it was now the responsibility of the Kindred who had found James to determine if James were to carry on or to end it all there. Fortunately, the man decided to take James’s body to a secure location. It would turn out to be that the man in question was an Anarch. A sect of Kindred who were aligned to the Camarilla, but disapproved of their structure, they believed in the veil of the Masquerade. A few months had passed, James now fully integrated into Kindred society even with the stigma of being a Malkavian, but as he wasn’t completely insane, he was tolerated nonetheless.