Birth Date: 24th July 1988
Eye Color: Violet
Black, and the tips of his bangs are fluorescent orange.
Like an Olympic gymnast. Muscular and well toned, though not stacked like a body builder. His legs are rather muscular, though is biceps and triceps are only slightly larger than average. His pectorals are very well defined, as are his abs. His fingers are slightly crooked though, and his hands are heavily callused.
Race/Species: Human; Witch, Clairvoyant
Alignment: Grey, though he’ll side with whatever faction benefits him the most.
Occupation: Musician; Currently looking for a steady job
The manipulation, control, and expulsion of energy:
James’s magic relies completely on his internal reserves of energy. Energy, being the subatomic force that it is, drives all living creatures. Whether they realize it or not, all living things have several reservoirs of this “energy” which help drive the body’s natural functions. Creating and fusing enzymes, breaking down and reforming proteins, etc. James has devoted his life to controlling this energy, and is rather skilled in it’s manipulation. He can focus it into key areas of his body, such as his arms or legs, to make him faster, stronger, more flexible, and even to speed up the healing process. Though if he wishes to do this properly, his focus must be in keeping the energy in the correct position at all times. If he were to keep the energy in position for too long, it would result in the breaking down of muscle tissue, splintering of bones, and all around evisceration of the body part in question. As a result, James is careful not to focus too much energy in one place for too long of a time.
Furthermore, James can expel his internal energy from his body, giving it a physical form with varying degrees of power. It can be anything from a shower of sparks to a concussive blast capable of breaking bones. In desperate, adrenaline filled moments, James has even blown holes in brick walls with energy beams; though this is rather uncommon. If he expels too much of his internal reserves, he’s liable to lapse into unconsciousness, give himself concussions, and create a multitude of internal injuries which can be hazardous to one’s health. If an extreme amount is used, he risks falling into a coma, or dying.
As a result of his devotion to the manipulation of energy, James has recently discovered that he can “feel” the energy in living creatures around him. If he lets his mind wander outward, and focus on the area around him, he can make assumptions on how powerful certain humans (and supernaturals) are, and can literally detect all forms of life within a ten foot radius. In desperate moments, he can leech small amounts of energy from any living creature around him to give himself a small reserve, though he would never take a noticeable amount of it from anyone else.
James has the innate ability to perform a “Spirit walk” or allow his conscious mind to leave his body. Some call this an “Out of body experience”. When performing this feat, James’s body is completely useless. It falls limp, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mind can move outward in a spiritual form, for he is moving along the astral plane rather than the physical one. When spirit walking, James can see buildings on the other side of Portland if he so chooses, even when indoors. Furthermore, he can enter and walk through them with ease. Though the further he goes, the more strain it puts on his mind. He risks shattering his psyche every time he performs a walk, so he uses this ability sparingly. When walking the astral plane, James is undetectable by humans, and has ghost-like attributes. The longer he stays out of his body, the more strain he puts on his mind. So often times, he’ll usually use his ability to scan the area within close proximity of him, just to make sure he’s safe.
James can focus on another person’s emotions, and feel them himself. Though it doesn’t seem like a particularly useful form of witchcraft, it tends to work to his advantage during musical performances.
James has the ability to spontaneously disassemble the atoms which make up his body, focus on a particular point within twenty feet of him, and reassemble his atoms within that location accurately. Though this is dangerous to do; no matter what, he’ll receive physical injuries when stepping, and often times he’ll stress his mind to the point of fainting. He only flash-steps when he needs to get out of somewhere, and quickly.
Very much like James’ ability to astral project, aura viewing leaves his body relatively useless in the physical realm. He remains semi-conscious of the world immediately around him, though his perception of everything is changed drastically. Rather than project his essence outward and scan his environment, James can briefly glimpse magical imprints and residue made by witches and psions with particularly potent bloodlines. He can see things like leftover magical energy from feats of powerful magic, an imprint of any individual’s magical aura in the area he’s viewing, and he can even glimpse several hours into the past to see things that are no longer present. This ability’s most practical use however is to breach all but the most flawless illusionary magics to see whatever other witches and clairvoyants don’t want him to. Be it magical artifacts, bodily fluids and tissue, footprints, or even ley-lines themselves if he can find himself close to one; he can see it when he’s aura viewing.
Very flexible, agile, and acrobatic, he’s good with his hands and feet, and has a good bit of stamina as a result of his energy control. James can temporarily increase his muscle mass with energy focusing, though it returns to normal after he’s done focusing. See first power for more details. He’s a pretty handy hand-to-hand and melee weapon combatant, and has been getting pretty talented in three martial arts thanks to Jack.
James often times dresses very casually; T-shirts, jeans, cargo pants, polos—He’s semi-formal at times, but often times he dresses according to his schedule. He’s always clean shaven, and his hair is kept short and well trimmed. His skin is healthy and without a blemish, and his eyebrows are thick, though not excessively so. He favors short-sleeved shirts, even in winter time, and it’s rare to see him without his (nearly trademarked) Black and white checkered zip up. He has a matching bandana which he always tucks in his back right pocket, and cotton gloves which hold a similar printing. He often times wears a silver chain around his neck, and it’s not uncommon to see an oddly shaped silver pendant on it.
Depending on his mood, a mix of deep sapphire and crimson that meets into an iridescent purple when he's focused. No matter what color is dominating his aura at a time, there is always a staticy black ball constantly growing and shrinking in the center of his solar plexus.
A 6 inch KA-BAR combat knife concealed on his person, usually in a sheathe in between his hips on his back or over his heart. His magic is enough of a weapon on it’s own. Though if he knows there’s a possibility he’ll be dealing with a vampire or were animal, he attaches a 4” silver switchblade to the chain on his neck disguised as a tribal looking pendant.
Mentholated cigarettes, whiskey, alcohol in general, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, attractive women, varying genres of music, writing, reading, playing his instruments, pot, attractive women.. Did I mention pot? Oh, and oranges.
Prudes, bloodsuckers, over-confidence, stupidity, shallowness and condescention, PETA, overly-emotional women, PMS, his parents, douchebags, his alcohol tolerance.. There’s too much to list.
Cool, calm, and collected, James is a gentleman with a silver tongue and a heart of coal. He’s heavily sarcastic, has little to no care for most human beings other than himself and several close acquaintances, and has several very aggressive sociopathic tendencies. He feels no regret, nor fear—though is a contradiction of himself by caring for the lives of others. He’s an intellectual, loving science and history, and will read any piece of literature that could give him more insight into the magics flowing through his veins. If you get to know him well enough (or you’re hot enough), you’ll realize that he is kind, though manipulative, and tends to have a comedic personality. He makes light of the worst situations, and is usually an advice-giver; even when it isn't appreciated. He’s rather blunt and brutally honest most of the time, and it’s not uncommon for him to be throwing insults at you for no particular reason other than to bother you. His life has seen quite a bit of hardship, and he’s only just now getting on to his feet again. So don’t expect a warm greeting from him unless you present him with one first. One of the key factors to this individual is the fact that he has an insatiable bloodlust; he doesn’t go out looking for trouble, but if the opportunity presents itself, he won’t hesitate to hurt you. Badly if possible. He’s brutally honest, and absolutely loathes sugar coating information and having to simplify terms for those of lesser intelligence. He comes off as arrogant, but it’s only to keep himself from looking vulnerable. All in all, he’s a bit of a weirdo, though relatively normal to most people other than his close friends.
Once upon a time, a child was born to two very dark black witches in the humble city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in a district of the metropolis known as Oakland. As much as I would like to say this child was brought up in a loving environment by tolerant and responsible parents, I cannot. For the tale of James Hawthourne is one soaked in blood and suffering. You see, his parents Jacob Hawthourne and Katalina “Swooping Crane” Tinde were both pure blooded witches who had an insatiable lust for power. When James was born, Jacob sensed a deep and fluctuating power within him, and vowed alongside Katalina to bring it to the surface. Shortly after the child was born however, Jacob was infected with vampirism; this changed his opinion of his wife drastically. Though her aura of malice was a stain on the existence of witches everywhere, she wished to bring her son up right, and eventually sway him into the views of black witches. Jacob on the other hand wanted to bring James’ magical talent to the forefront of his mind as soon as possible, and force the ways of darkness upon him. Though this led to a quarrel here and there, Katalina feared her newly turned husband’s wrath, and watched and partook in whatever Jacob wanted.
As you might imagine, that isn’t exactly a healthy environment for a child to grow up in. James’ daily life consisted of rigorous physical training for hours on end, then the study of arcane languages and influences on magic for another few hours, then most likely a beating or six from his father in between these activities. He witnessed all manner of horrors through his mother’s telepathy. Ritualistic sacrifice to demonkind, a vampire feeding frenzy, innocent humans and witches being torn asunder by Jacob’s wrath… You name it, James most likely witnessed it. This was existence for the first sixteen years of his life. All of a sudden, everything changed on the youth’s birthday that year. He was excused from his training, and told to enjoy a meal of his choice alongside a few glasses of wine. Though this immediately struck James as odd, he didn’t complain; sooner than later, James had a full belly and his mind was foggy from a mixture of alcohol and a potent mix of psionic drugs mixed in with the wine. Before he had time to piss himself or lapse into psychosis from the drugs, he found himself being laid upon a stone altar. He heard the mixed chanting of Katalina and Jacob, and the power laying dormant within began to fluxuate in his bloodstream like never before. Every vein in his body began to glow a bright purple, and the half-Apache was overcome with the greatest pain he’d ever experienced. Before he had time to scream out in agony, everything went black.
The next thing the young witch knew, he was sitting in the middle of his family’s basement surrounded by blood and gore on a fantastic scale. He held his father’s intestines tightly in his fists, and bits and pieces of his corpse was strewn all about. A decorative looking dagger coated in red ooze lay upon James’ lap, and his mother lay on the altar. Miscellanious internal organs were strewn about her final resting place, and the look of betrayal was plastered upon her features as the teenager’s gaze fell upon his mother. He saw two holes in her jugular vein, and quickly realized what had happened. His father’s body began to reform, and as James let out a bloodcurdling roar, everything faded to black again.
James came to as he dismounted a Greyhound bus in Nashville, Tennessee. He had all of his belongings packed up in a rolling suitcase and his father’s magically sealable trunk, and he had no idea where he was going or why he was there. He remembered the brief glimpse of gore he awoke to, and vowed that he would never return to Pittsburgh. Over the next four years, the witch made a living pickpocketing, committing larson, and other crimes of that nature to stay alive. He had managed to purchase himself a Gibson acoustic guitar, and it became his prized possession as he played it. He played and played until his fingers bled, then played some more. When he realized he had musical talent, he began to pick up a variety of other instruments and make a living off of his musical interest. Though he never made a huge impact in the Nashville scene with his indy rock style, he met a few people who he would learn to rely on over the next few years for information on magical happenings worldwide. He found himself a semi-permanent residence with an on again, off again fling named Layla, and actually began to feel happy for the first time in his short existence. Though James soon came to realize, he shouldn't get his hopes up for happiness so often.
He returned home one day to find his pseudo-home in ruins. Furniture was strewn about everywhere, and anything of value had been stripped from the house. He found Layla on the basement floor attempting to keep her intestines from falling out of her body, and she informed him of the horrors the invaders put her through. Multiple rapings, beatings, and inevitably torture before ransacking the house. As she bled out in his arms, he swore to her that the men that did this would pay with their blood. After inspecting the house for what was left of his meager belongings, he realized that his prized Gibson acoustic had been stolen, and James went into a blind rage; hence activating his aura viewing. He traced the trail of magic back to an abandoned warehouse, and proceeded to beat the two men inside three fourths to death before a stranger intervened and saved their lives. The enraged witch began to throw bolt after bolt of his energy at the interloper, but the man wouldn’t relent and eventually incapacitated James with a crack to the head with a hastily produced brick.
That man’s name, was Jackson Parkes.
After he awoke, Jackson informed James that he was Layla’s older brother, and only forced James to spare the murderous duo’s lives for karma’s sake. He knew of James’ magical potential, but chose not to relinquish his own until this moment for “safety’s sake”. The two grieved in tandem, and eventually became extremely close companions, and bandmates. Over the next five years, Jack and James saved up as much money as they could manage, and road their (recently commandeered) bikes away from Nashville, hopefully never to see the broken city again. Jack mentioned that he had been in and out of Portland for the past few months setting up an “antique shop”, though refused to relinquish any other details to James. The man mentioned that he was welcome to stay as long as he needed to, but advised James to get used to the city on his own before getting too comfortable.
Which brings us to the events of the present day. James is homeless, unemployed, and has $2,000 to his name alongside a series of musical instruments and personal belongings (including magical texts, a few spellbooks and ritual components). He hasn’t been in Portland for even a day, and he floats from place to place, taking in the sights and sounds of an unfamiliar environment.
-Plays the trumpet, cello, violin, guitar, bass guitar, piano, harmonica, saxophone, trombone, pan flute, banjo, and glass harp.
-Drives a highly customized 2013 Suzuki Hayabusa GSX 1300 RZ. It has a black base coat, with powder orange rims, and four thick fluorescent orange stripes running on the left side of the vehicle diagonally. The other side has an alternating pattern of four white and orange stripes. (White, orange, white, orange) It has LED tail lights, and halogen headlights. This highly customized version of the limited edition motorcycle can reach speeds in excess of 250 miles per hour given enough time to accelerate.
-He’s easily distracted by women
-He uses the excuse of a birth defect to explain his oddly colored eyes
-He has a series of tattoos on his body, most of them centralized on his arms and upper back. The most prominent of these tattoos are tribal tentacles that run along the length of both of his arms, ending on the tops of his hands where the tentacles separate and touch each of his individual knuckles. These tattoos connect on his shoulder blades in a distinct tribal design which points upward toward his neck, and downward along the length of his spine, ending at the bottom of his shoulder blades. He has the word “Game” on his right knuckles, and “Over” on his left knuckles, and he takes great pride in the fact that all of his tattoos were done in the traditional native American fashion... It tends to be rather painful.