James Delhi

[James Delhi]

James Delhi

292 Years Old. Vampire. Ain't no rest for the wicked BASICS

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Character full name:

James Barrel Delhi

Nick name or alias: 

James

Height:

6,8

Body type:

Slim

Age:

292

Gender:

M

PERSONALITY:

James is... well odd, he appreciates fine art but... he thinks spray paintings are fine art well, not really spray paint but blood. But i digress some may say he is cold and taciturn. Others may say hes very persuasive. But all agree at times he is a mean son of a bitch. Well the ones that are still alive. Those who have wronged him not many live, James is unforgiving not forgiving the slightest of mistakes to the detriment of himself and others usually. He is also selfish always first to snap the neck always taking longest to stop drinking.

    A hatred of werewolves boils inside him not. Because of the pansy feud in the books where vampires wear capes. But because they wiped out his nest leaving him as the only survivor. He is punctual, always at his appointments on time. In public he acts kind and considerate always volunteering at local animal shelters and fund raisers to disguise his true self, people ask less questions of someone who doesn't act like a serial killer. He also enjoys solitude and not having to interact with people.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY:

Parents: Edward Delhi (F) Alisa Delhi (M)

Siblings:

None

Extended Family:

Unknown (Didn't really visit his extended family)

Important Others:

Turnteller (Turned James) (Deceased)

HISTORY:

Early 19th century England, James was in London selling French wine, black market of course since there was a embargo on Napoleons France. Over the day he sold alot raising a sizable profit enough to flee to america and build a house on the outskirts of a city, But as the sun went down another customer approached, James raised out his hand in greeting in response the stranger leaped towards him knocking him down. Before James could yell out he felt a pain in his neck and everything faded into darkness the next few days were a blur blood dripping into his mouth the stench of the dead filling his nose. He woke with wet fur filling his nose "Ugh" James pushed the dog out of his face and got up, A man stood in a doorway gesturing to come to him and he went to him. And he stayed with him learning his ways and becoming educated in literature and English.


     The man who introduced himself as Turnteller was tall someone who towered over others literally and metaphorically. He always knew more he was always faster and stronger then everyone else. Turnteller began educating him in Literature, Maths, History. He also educated him in some more unusual subjects like Persuasion and Stealth as well as a class he called '101 Supernatural Beasts and where to find them'. Once James left the nest without telling anyone and when he returned Turnteller approached him and without warning smashed him to the ground than dragged him to a chair and tied him to it for a day the next day he threw dead mans blood onto him making a yell erupt from James throat. After that he was untied and they never spoke of it again
                   

    James was out hunting for the nest, after seducing a young lady. He brought her back to the barn in which the nest was stationed. But as he got closer the smell of blood was in the air and a corpse was lying outside of the door. He hardly noticed the woman's scream and the sound of her feet moving away from him. James ran into the barn where everyone was dead their hearts ripped out of their chests. James knew enough about the supernatural due to Turntellers teachings. he knew that this was a werewolf attack. He searched everywhere he could think of where a large family might be that could be werewolves, but he found none. After this he left England for America with his savings from smuggling wine.

    When he reached America he bought a house tried to live quietly only draining victims enough to just sustain himself enough to survive, He tried to lay low until the hunters rallyed the people against them to burn down his house. 'Amateurs' James thought after he escaped the flames. He was pissed that they burned down his house. After killing everyone in the town he wandered around the country draining a person till they died then moving on to the next town till settling in a nice suburb in San Francisco where he bought a townhouse and a rather successful canning business. 


     James sat back in his chair and cast his thoughts back to when he was young (flashback music). " James come inside you know there's a curfew! " "Ok mother" James replied as he ran inside. James mother ushered him upstairs to his bedroom. Once James was sure his family thought he was asleep he put his ear to the floor and listened. "Edward you know they'll be coming for us were English for gods sake" "No we have lived here for 20 years i refuse to leave!" Edward replied "Be quiet you'll wake up James and do you think they care how long we lived here we still sound English, We look English and you refuse to learn French!". There was a heavy knock on the front door and the two parents quieted and answered the door "Edward and Alisa?" "Yes?" Alisa answered cautiously then a gun fired and something thumped to the floor. James mother ran up the stairs and slammed open James door "RUN JAMES!!!" she screamed before a soldier grabbed her leg and dragged her down the stair and shot her. James after a moment of shock climbed out the window before his leg was grabbed and he kicked a soldier and fell out the house. James ran through a forest that seemed endless till he found a road where he met a trader who sympathised with the English and he promised to take him back to England. He was 10 years old at the time.

EXTRA INFORMATION:

   Has a slight limp from falling out of the house.

WRITING SAMPLE:

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2. "Honey i'm home have you seen my phone by the way? Oh there it is never mind sweetheart." said James wife with bags full of groceries "Well i'm tired i'm going to bed." she said as she climbed up the stairs. James moved around the corner to the nightstand where she charged her phone and looked through it (Hes rather paranoid) 'Wonderful shes having a affair, Well that's another wife i've lost guess its time to kill them both.' Killing the wife was easy drained her completely while she was sleeping. The man she was cheating on however was a seller of security software and kept a loaded shotgun under his bed, When he attempted to kill him he got shot twice before he snapped his neck "That ****ing hurt" James said to no one in particular.

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Skane. GMT -6:00. Benedict Cumberbatch



Rules codeword: verified by The Chronicler

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thanks brooklyn from caution, shine and atf!

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[The Chronicler]

This has not been reviewed yet but I'm going to put this out there right now so you can change it before we even read it.

Gonna say NO on the play by. Please use someone current for a face claim.

And who is Sean Monagan the name down in that area at the bottom is supposed to be the name of your celebrity play by. Not your name or your nickname or whatever. That's what goes in the Alias are where you put Skane.

[James Delhi]

Fixed the application

[James Delhi]

Thanks btw for telling me what was wrong.

[James Delhi]

Alrighty lets try this again shall we?

[The Chronicler]

We are aware this is ready for review. No need to keep bumping it or reminding us in the cbox.

Thanks.

[The Preceptor]

[The Preceptor]