Post by Demeter on Jul 6, 2013 12:16:10 GMT -5
Character Name: James Andrew Miles
Age: 20
Birthday: June 10th, 1990
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Curantis/Cougar/Human
First Appearance: 2010
The Supernatural Bit
Were creatures
Genome (true or virus): True
Beast Name: Maestro
Faction: Cougar
Moon Phase: Full/Warrior
Pack: Olympic Kindle
Beast Disposition: 6
Beast Form: Tawny in color, Maestro is an average male cougar in size and weight.
Infected at age: Birth
Contagion: Father
Alati
Deity: Apollo
Role: Inspiration/Muse
House: Aether
Faction: Curantis
Ethereal Form: James’ ethereal form is similar to his everyday appearance. His hair may be a bit whiter and his eyes may be a little brighter but his feathered wings are his crowning glory. Larger and feathered, they are a bright golden and red color.
Appearance
Hair Color: White-Blond
Hair Style: Shoulder length and carefully styled. There are two locks on either sides of his head that he’s been growing for many years and are decorated with beads.
Eyes: Golden
Complexion: Pale, even skin that burns easily but tans off.
Teeth: Straight and white
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 200pds
Fitness Level: James’ two main forms of exercise are weight lifting and jogging.
Clothing Style: When not on stage, James can be found in workman’s boots, jeans, band t-shirts and hooded sweatshirts. He always wears some sort of bands around both his wrists. When he is on stage, James wears his wrist bands, a pair of leather pants, with belts and chains attached, and he’s shirtless, showing off his tattoos
Tattoos: A stylized pair of wings inked in black over his hips.
Piercings: Left eyebrow and tongue
Scars: Vertical and Horizontal scars on both his wrists from a few attempts at suicide.
Personality: James has a bad-boy attitude with the heart of a good guy. He’s not shy and very much willing to take a dare. He respects other people but he’s going to protect those he considers friends and family. He’ll take on any charitable cause and work to raise funds and awareness.
Basic History
Parents: Wrath and Cissa Seraphin (Natural father and Step-Mother),Cece Fellows (Natural Mother)
Siblings: Hope (twin), Kai (Adopted), and Joy and Harmony (twins)
Close Friends: Hope, Eli, Kai, Jack (Bandmate), Lana (Bandmate), and Tom (Bandmate)
Significant Other: No one right now
Children: None
Interests/Hobbies: Motorcycles, mentoring kids, running, writing music, watching old movies
Education: Bounced around from school to school but managed to finish his k-12 education with good grades
College: Peninsula College in Port Angeles
~~Major: Education
~~Minor: Music
Intelligence: James hasn’t always been the best student but he’s always been one of those kids who don’t need to study.
Occupation: Works as a waiter and plays in a band
Place of Residence: Foster parents house and a apartment in Cedar Valley
History
For the first 18 months of his life, James, along with his twin Hope, lived with their mother. Cece Fellows had never expected to be a single mother of twins but she managed for that first year and a half. When she was unable to handle it anymore, she left her babies in a crowded mall at Christmas time.
The twins were placed in foster care and were bounced from house-to-house, slowly working their way up the state. They were each other’s best friends during the next six and a half years. James protected his sister while she kept him in check. When they were eight, they were split up and sent to different foster homes.
After the separation, James started to act out and without Hope by his side, he got into plenty of fights. At this time he could still talk with Hope and she could usually make him see reason. By age 14, though, they’d lost contact and that’s when the real trouble started. Underage drinking, drugs, wild parties, unprotected sex and trips in the back of a police car where typical for the next two years of James’ life. At 16, James tumbled into real trouble. A repeat offender, James landed in Juvie for breaking and entering, armed robbery and assault.
When he got out, James was determined to try and get his act together. He went through summer school and got a job. It was working as a bus boy at a local family restaurant where he met Eric Summers. The two bonded quickly and were friends. By the end of that summer, James’ feelings towards Eric had morphed into something else that took him completely by surprise.
His first honest-to-god wet-dream was about a boy. He spent the next few weeks desperately trying to convince himself otherwise. This, of course, led to more trouble. He didn’t go to work, talked back to his foster parents, drank and partied hard.
One of those parties was broken up by the cops and James, drunk, was hauled off by one of the cops. That cop was his foster mother’s brother and he knew from talking with his sister that the boy had been bothered by something lately. He took James to a dinner, stuck food and coffee under his and told him to spill. And James spilled everything. He told his foster uncle all about hos confusion over Eric, about trying to get everything back on the straight and narrow and just how stressful it all was.
Robert, James’ foster uncle, laughed then, thanking God that that was it. While James was sputtering at him, Robert pulled a picture from his wallet and slid it across the table to James. It was a picture of Jake, the high school music teacher and Robert’s best friend. Sipping at his coffee, Robert said something that would stick with James for a long time. He said, “Kid, don’t you think it is odd that I bring a ‘friend’ to Sunday dinner with the family every week? No one in this family cares if you like guys or girls. We just want you to be happy.”
That night, after being dropped off and still mostly drunk, James sent a text to Eric, confessing all. In the morning, while nursing a hangover from hell, Eric came over and wanted to know what was going on. James told him that he loved him and Eric was just dumbfounded. And then he got his wits together and returned the sentiment.
And then something strange happened. Close to the end of summer, James shifted for the first time. He’d always thought he was human but his father, who’d he’d never met was a shifter, specifically a cougar.
Eric, himself a cougar, was with him that night and, once he knew was going on, was able to guide James through the shift. After that, the pair was joined at the hip and James was truly happy for the first time since being separated from his twin.
But happiness wouldn’t last. When the boys were seventeen, Eric’s ultra conservative parents discovered the true nature of the boy’s relationship. They forced a separation by moving Eric across the country and forbidding him to have any contact with James.
After the separation, James fell into a deep depression. He didn’t eat, sleep, go to school or work. He even stopped talking. His foster parents were on the brink of doing something like hauling him in for therapy or asking his case worker to find Hope when he did the unthinkable. James tried to kill himself.
It was Holly, his foster mother, who found him. She’d left work early that day to go grocery shopping. She planned on making some of James’ favorite dishes to try to get him to eat something. At first, she didn’t notice anything wrong but as she put the groceries away, something started to bother her.
The house was too quiet. Carton of milk in hand, Holly looked around her kitchen and noticed that the small but sharp paring knife was missing from the block on the counter. Thinking about James’ unsteady mental state, Holly started looking for him; fearful of what she would find.
She found him, naked and unconscious, in the plastic lined tub of his bathroom with bloodied wrists. She screamed and screamed at the sight of him but something jolted her back to reality and she tumbled to her knees in front of the tub. She felt for and found a weak pulse. Holly scrambled for the phone, dialing 911 and bringing an EMS team to her home.
Her brother, the cop, heard the call go out and, without thinking, he switched on his lights and floored the gas. He got there just after the ambulance and held his sister back while the EMTs worked on James. When the boy was loaded onto the ambulance, he sent Holly along and surveyed the scene. What he saw disturbed him greatly.
The plastic sheeting in the tub and spread over the floor, the empty pill bottles and the vertical cuts on his wrists told Robert that James was serious about ending his life. He cleaned up the bathroom, saving Holly and her husband, Trevor, from that task before going over to wait with the family. When James woke what followed was rounds of inpatient mental health stays, groups and one-on-one counseling.
What it led to was an understanding of James’ clinical depression and that the roots were in a deep seated fear of abandonment. His parents had left him, he’d been bounced out of a dozen foster homes, his sister had been lost in the system and Eric had been taken from him. When Holly learned that he thought that they would eventually leave him too, she blew a few fuses.
Trevor, Robert and Jake could clearly hear Holly yelling at James that he was her baby even though they’d taken refuge from Hurricane-Holly in the garage. After that, the official adoption process was started and James Andrew Fellows became James Andrew Miles.
Life cruised along after that. He became more interested in choir classes, graduated high school, started a band named Luck, casually dated men and women, worked, continued his counseling and volunteered at a suicide hotline one night a week. He even started college, working towards a degree in music education.
During his 19th year, James’ life derailed again. He received a call from an east coast Kindle; Eric had passed away. Right away, James, Holly and several members of the kindle flew out to the east coast to attend the funeral. When they arrived, they were met by the Coast Kindle leader and taken to a hotel. At his request, James followed the leader to the kindle’s community house. There he received a box full of things Eric had left for him.
The notes they’d passed back and forth, snapshots, a sweatshirt they had shared, a ring James had given him and his journal. Tucked into the journal was a letter written to James. In that letter, Eric begged him for forgiveness as he had taken the coward’s way out. Eric’s death was by his own doing. He’d been unable to handle what his parents had termed as “curing” him of the vile gay sickness. The treatments, programs and, finally, the horrific beatings delivered by his father had broken him and he hadn’t been able to survive it.
On the day of the funeral, James sat by the coffin in numb shock. Most of the people there knew that he’d been “the one” to Eric. Holly sat beside her son, forcing food on him and holding his hand. Eventually, Eric’s parents showed up, wailing not about the loss of their son but about how shameful it was to have a gay son who’d committed suicide.
Holly couldn’t stop her son. He confronted Eric’s parents, blaming them for his death. When Eric’s father said that it was better that Eric die than being a shameful, disrespectful son, James snapped and went for the man’s throat. It wasn’t the Cougar within him that attacked the older man but something else; something far stronger than the cat. Blinded by fury and hate, James had his hands around the man’s neck, determined to choke the life out of him.
He was eventually hauled off and Eric’s parents were taken away. James collapsed next to Eric’s coffin and sobbed out his misery. After the funeral, James threw himself in school, work and his band but something was bother him., There was this nagging sensation in his brain; telling him that he was supposed to be doing something else. It got to the point where he thought he was going insane. Desperate for relief, James went running. He let Maestro out and the pair roamed around the Olympic State Park.
But not even that would silence the nagging in his head. Exhausted, he just flopped in a clearing. He shifted back to his human form and just sprawled in the grass waiting for the end to come. The end never came but the voice of a very annoyed man reached his ears. Someone was demanding to know why he was ignoring the call.
James’ eyes popped open and he sat up to stare at the young-looking man sitting on the opposite side of the clearing. In short order, James learned that his father had left him another legacy; he was one of the Alati. The man in the clearing was the ancient Greek God Apollo and he had a use for James. He gave James the task of supporting inspiration and the dreams of musical youth. His band would be locally famous but they would do more to support children then promote themselves.
Now, at age 20, he’s passed through the initial rawness of his grief and mourns the loss of his best friend and first love. He’s recently been accepted into the education program at Cedar Valley University and his busy looking for a place to live and where his band can practice. He’s looking forward to what trouble he can get into and what friendships he can make.
Age: 20
Birthday: June 10th, 1990
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Curantis/Cougar/Human
First Appearance: 2010
The Supernatural Bit
Were creatures
Genome (true or virus): True
Beast Name: Maestro
Faction: Cougar
Moon Phase: Full/Warrior
Pack: Olympic Kindle
Beast Disposition: 6
Beast Form: Tawny in color, Maestro is an average male cougar in size and weight.
Infected at age: Birth
Contagion: Father
Alati
Deity: Apollo
Role: Inspiration/Muse
House: Aether
Faction: Curantis
Ethereal Form: James’ ethereal form is similar to his everyday appearance. His hair may be a bit whiter and his eyes may be a little brighter but his feathered wings are his crowning glory. Larger and feathered, they are a bright golden and red color.
Appearance
Hair Color: White-Blond
Hair Style: Shoulder length and carefully styled. There are two locks on either sides of his head that he’s been growing for many years and are decorated with beads.
Eyes: Golden
Complexion: Pale, even skin that burns easily but tans off.
Teeth: Straight and white
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 200pds
Fitness Level: James’ two main forms of exercise are weight lifting and jogging.
Clothing Style: When not on stage, James can be found in workman’s boots, jeans, band t-shirts and hooded sweatshirts. He always wears some sort of bands around both his wrists. When he is on stage, James wears his wrist bands, a pair of leather pants, with belts and chains attached, and he’s shirtless, showing off his tattoos
Tattoos: A stylized pair of wings inked in black over his hips.
Piercings: Left eyebrow and tongue
Scars: Vertical and Horizontal scars on both his wrists from a few attempts at suicide.
Personality: James has a bad-boy attitude with the heart of a good guy. He’s not shy and very much willing to take a dare. He respects other people but he’s going to protect those he considers friends and family. He’ll take on any charitable cause and work to raise funds and awareness.
Basic History
Parents: Wrath and Cissa Seraphin (Natural father and Step-Mother),Cece Fellows (Natural Mother)
Siblings: Hope (twin), Kai (Adopted), and Joy and Harmony (twins)
Close Friends: Hope, Eli, Kai, Jack (Bandmate), Lana (Bandmate), and Tom (Bandmate)
Significant Other: No one right now
Children: None
Interests/Hobbies: Motorcycles, mentoring kids, running, writing music, watching old movies
Education: Bounced around from school to school but managed to finish his k-12 education with good grades
College: Peninsula College in Port Angeles
~~Major: Education
~~Minor: Music
Intelligence: James hasn’t always been the best student but he’s always been one of those kids who don’t need to study.
Occupation: Works as a waiter and plays in a band
Place of Residence: Foster parents house and a apartment in Cedar Valley
History
For the first 18 months of his life, James, along with his twin Hope, lived with their mother. Cece Fellows had never expected to be a single mother of twins but she managed for that first year and a half. When she was unable to handle it anymore, she left her babies in a crowded mall at Christmas time.
The twins were placed in foster care and were bounced from house-to-house, slowly working their way up the state. They were each other’s best friends during the next six and a half years. James protected his sister while she kept him in check. When they were eight, they were split up and sent to different foster homes.
After the separation, James started to act out and without Hope by his side, he got into plenty of fights. At this time he could still talk with Hope and she could usually make him see reason. By age 14, though, they’d lost contact and that’s when the real trouble started. Underage drinking, drugs, wild parties, unprotected sex and trips in the back of a police car where typical for the next two years of James’ life. At 16, James tumbled into real trouble. A repeat offender, James landed in Juvie for breaking and entering, armed robbery and assault.
When he got out, James was determined to try and get his act together. He went through summer school and got a job. It was working as a bus boy at a local family restaurant where he met Eric Summers. The two bonded quickly and were friends. By the end of that summer, James’ feelings towards Eric had morphed into something else that took him completely by surprise.
His first honest-to-god wet-dream was about a boy. He spent the next few weeks desperately trying to convince himself otherwise. This, of course, led to more trouble. He didn’t go to work, talked back to his foster parents, drank and partied hard.
One of those parties was broken up by the cops and James, drunk, was hauled off by one of the cops. That cop was his foster mother’s brother and he knew from talking with his sister that the boy had been bothered by something lately. He took James to a dinner, stuck food and coffee under his and told him to spill. And James spilled everything. He told his foster uncle all about hos confusion over Eric, about trying to get everything back on the straight and narrow and just how stressful it all was.
Robert, James’ foster uncle, laughed then, thanking God that that was it. While James was sputtering at him, Robert pulled a picture from his wallet and slid it across the table to James. It was a picture of Jake, the high school music teacher and Robert’s best friend. Sipping at his coffee, Robert said something that would stick with James for a long time. He said, “Kid, don’t you think it is odd that I bring a ‘friend’ to Sunday dinner with the family every week? No one in this family cares if you like guys or girls. We just want you to be happy.”
That night, after being dropped off and still mostly drunk, James sent a text to Eric, confessing all. In the morning, while nursing a hangover from hell, Eric came over and wanted to know what was going on. James told him that he loved him and Eric was just dumbfounded. And then he got his wits together and returned the sentiment.
And then something strange happened. Close to the end of summer, James shifted for the first time. He’d always thought he was human but his father, who’d he’d never met was a shifter, specifically a cougar.
Eric, himself a cougar, was with him that night and, once he knew was going on, was able to guide James through the shift. After that, the pair was joined at the hip and James was truly happy for the first time since being separated from his twin.
But happiness wouldn’t last. When the boys were seventeen, Eric’s ultra conservative parents discovered the true nature of the boy’s relationship. They forced a separation by moving Eric across the country and forbidding him to have any contact with James.
After the separation, James fell into a deep depression. He didn’t eat, sleep, go to school or work. He even stopped talking. His foster parents were on the brink of doing something like hauling him in for therapy or asking his case worker to find Hope when he did the unthinkable. James tried to kill himself.
It was Holly, his foster mother, who found him. She’d left work early that day to go grocery shopping. She planned on making some of James’ favorite dishes to try to get him to eat something. At first, she didn’t notice anything wrong but as she put the groceries away, something started to bother her.
The house was too quiet. Carton of milk in hand, Holly looked around her kitchen and noticed that the small but sharp paring knife was missing from the block on the counter. Thinking about James’ unsteady mental state, Holly started looking for him; fearful of what she would find.
She found him, naked and unconscious, in the plastic lined tub of his bathroom with bloodied wrists. She screamed and screamed at the sight of him but something jolted her back to reality and she tumbled to her knees in front of the tub. She felt for and found a weak pulse. Holly scrambled for the phone, dialing 911 and bringing an EMS team to her home.
Her brother, the cop, heard the call go out and, without thinking, he switched on his lights and floored the gas. He got there just after the ambulance and held his sister back while the EMTs worked on James. When the boy was loaded onto the ambulance, he sent Holly along and surveyed the scene. What he saw disturbed him greatly.
The plastic sheeting in the tub and spread over the floor, the empty pill bottles and the vertical cuts on his wrists told Robert that James was serious about ending his life. He cleaned up the bathroom, saving Holly and her husband, Trevor, from that task before going over to wait with the family. When James woke what followed was rounds of inpatient mental health stays, groups and one-on-one counseling.
What it led to was an understanding of James’ clinical depression and that the roots were in a deep seated fear of abandonment. His parents had left him, he’d been bounced out of a dozen foster homes, his sister had been lost in the system and Eric had been taken from him. When Holly learned that he thought that they would eventually leave him too, she blew a few fuses.
Trevor, Robert and Jake could clearly hear Holly yelling at James that he was her baby even though they’d taken refuge from Hurricane-Holly in the garage. After that, the official adoption process was started and James Andrew Fellows became James Andrew Miles.
Life cruised along after that. He became more interested in choir classes, graduated high school, started a band named Luck, casually dated men and women, worked, continued his counseling and volunteered at a suicide hotline one night a week. He even started college, working towards a degree in music education.
During his 19th year, James’ life derailed again. He received a call from an east coast Kindle; Eric had passed away. Right away, James, Holly and several members of the kindle flew out to the east coast to attend the funeral. When they arrived, they were met by the Coast Kindle leader and taken to a hotel. At his request, James followed the leader to the kindle’s community house. There he received a box full of things Eric had left for him.
The notes they’d passed back and forth, snapshots, a sweatshirt they had shared, a ring James had given him and his journal. Tucked into the journal was a letter written to James. In that letter, Eric begged him for forgiveness as he had taken the coward’s way out. Eric’s death was by his own doing. He’d been unable to handle what his parents had termed as “curing” him of the vile gay sickness. The treatments, programs and, finally, the horrific beatings delivered by his father had broken him and he hadn’t been able to survive it.
On the day of the funeral, James sat by the coffin in numb shock. Most of the people there knew that he’d been “the one” to Eric. Holly sat beside her son, forcing food on him and holding his hand. Eventually, Eric’s parents showed up, wailing not about the loss of their son but about how shameful it was to have a gay son who’d committed suicide.
Holly couldn’t stop her son. He confronted Eric’s parents, blaming them for his death. When Eric’s father said that it was better that Eric die than being a shameful, disrespectful son, James snapped and went for the man’s throat. It wasn’t the Cougar within him that attacked the older man but something else; something far stronger than the cat. Blinded by fury and hate, James had his hands around the man’s neck, determined to choke the life out of him.
He was eventually hauled off and Eric’s parents were taken away. James collapsed next to Eric’s coffin and sobbed out his misery. After the funeral, James threw himself in school, work and his band but something was bother him., There was this nagging sensation in his brain; telling him that he was supposed to be doing something else. It got to the point where he thought he was going insane. Desperate for relief, James went running. He let Maestro out and the pair roamed around the Olympic State Park.
But not even that would silence the nagging in his head. Exhausted, he just flopped in a clearing. He shifted back to his human form and just sprawled in the grass waiting for the end to come. The end never came but the voice of a very annoyed man reached his ears. Someone was demanding to know why he was ignoring the call.
James’ eyes popped open and he sat up to stare at the young-looking man sitting on the opposite side of the clearing. In short order, James learned that his father had left him another legacy; he was one of the Alati. The man in the clearing was the ancient Greek God Apollo and he had a use for James. He gave James the task of supporting inspiration and the dreams of musical youth. His band would be locally famous but they would do more to support children then promote themselves.
Now, at age 20, he’s passed through the initial rawness of his grief and mourns the loss of his best friend and first love. He’s recently been accepted into the education program at Cedar Valley University and his busy looking for a place to live and where his band can practice. He’s looking forward to what trouble he can get into and what friendships he can make.