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You think you got me, you're gonna tumble down
Keep coming for me, I'll drop you on the ground

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James

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Break you down
Mercy, I cannot allow
Through your face, my fist will plow
Watching as your blood pours down
Lets do this now

NAME: James Isaac Witherdale
FANDOM: Twilight
AGE: 167
ALIGNMENT: Neutral (some would definitely argue against that, but when it comes down to it James isn't a soulless killing machine. He simply gives into what he is.)
APPEARANCE:
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 168
Hair: Light ash blonde and past his neck, often tied back away from his face in a ponytail.
Eyes: Pale green as a human, but now colored scarlet, the shade belonging to vampires who feed from humans. They go black when he’s hungry.
Clothing: James is a scavenger and gets his clothing by taking what he wants from his victims. Lately (meaning within the timeframe of about thirty or so years) James has had a sort of grungey, rock and roll mimicking look when it comes to attire. His choice of clothing gives off a sort of wild, untamed impression.
PB: Cam Gigandet

ABILITIES: Besides having the abilities that all vampires of his world gain after being bitten and allowed to turn, such as strength great enough to uproot a tree or bite into metal, heightened senses, speed greater than what any human or animal could ever dream of achieving, a venomous bite and immortality, James is an excellent tracker. In fact, he is one of the most talented, one of the best. He can hunt you across the globe and eventually, he will get his hands on you. He is lethal and nobody who has come across him can deny that.

BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: Born on a cotton plantation in Virginia during the summer of 1838, James was the eldest son of Ophelia and Gavin Witherdale. As the first-born his father was fond of playing favorites and he had nothing against letting the family know that James was the most important thing in his life. No matter how hard his brother, who was born two years after him, tried to win over their father’s acceptance and affection, he could never seem to gain anything more than an accepting nod or, on occasion, a lifeless pat on the back. Their mother, who was in charge of keeping a firm hand on all things that took place within their household, was constantly on her feet, always trying to comfort one of her children. Little Lillian had fallen and scraped her knee and Ethan was nearly in tears over Gavin’s hostility toward him. James didn’t know what to tell his brother, didn’t know how to make him feel better and in the meantime, the man of the house was oblivious to the crisis that plagued his two sons and his only daughter.

James never hated his little brother. In fact, there was an adoration that was so great and so vibrant, that it was impossible for Ethan’s blatant jealousy to get in the way of what he felt for him. Unlike his sister, who was delicate and feminine, Ethan was tough and unafraid, and James could turn to him for roughhousing and playing in the mud, despite their mother’s disapproval. Of course, he wasn’t blind or deaf. He saw the way his brother sometimes looked at him, with a glare in his eye, with a hungry desire to throw him down and pummel his face into the dirt, because God, if James wasn’t guilty of stealing all of their father’s attention. If he wasn’t the piece of gold that got Gavin up and running every morning.

Eventually, it was Ethan’s envy that would end his older brother’s life. It was mid October and James’ fiancé of six months had just lost her life in a fire that had ripped through her family’s home. Devastated and heartbroken over his dead childhood sweetheart, he was tempted into a playful round of fencing nearly five miles away from the plantation. They took their swords and they jabbed and lunged at each other for nearly an hour. All was well until Ethan’s ill feelings took away from the coltish vigor behind their steps. Putting a little too much force into his thrust, all good intention was gone when the blade sliced through James’ flesh and into his left side. Shocked by what he had done, but not remorseful enough to pick up his wounded brother and carry him to safety, Ethan knelt down, told him that he was sorry that it had to end this way, and then turned around and left the scene.

All alone and in agony, he was unable to stand and believed that he would lie where he had fallen until he bled out and died. He was wrong. She came through the woods like a hurricane, smelling the blood and curious as to whom it was coming from. Her hair was spun like gold and her face was soft and beautiful. She was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and when she decided that she liked him, and that she wanted to keep him for herself, James could not tear his eyes away as she bit into him, as he withered in pain, as his humanity was ripped away and replaced with something else.

Two days later, standing once again and stronger than ever, James could have gone back for his brother. He could have turned back for the young man who had left him there to die all alone. He could have repaid him by taking his life, but the love that he had for Ethan was still there and although this confused the vampire who had changed him, James refused to hurt him. So the two of them left. They traveled the country, rogue vampires who killed and fed and moved from place to place. This lifestyle lasted until Roxanne went out to hunt alone one night and never returned. He waited for her, searching and hoping that she was still alive, somewhere. Come four months, he knew that she was not coming back. He moved on alone.

In 1915, James was passing through a forest in Georgia when he was stopped by the sight of red, bright red like flames flying through the trees. Intrigued, he followed at her heels. They both came to a stop hours later, and with a wordless invitation, he walked to the front of her and walked forward. That night, James caught a wondering hiker and offered him to her. He affectionately draped his jacket over her shoulders and that was all it took. They were never seen apart from that day forward.

They were inseparable and soon they had upped their number to three. Laurent was older than James and he and Victoria invited him to join them after confronting him near a town in Maine. Three was better than two.

He was the leader of their small coven and soon after gaining his new existence as a vampire, James had discovered the thrill of the hunt. To take something that didn’t belong to him, someone innocent and defenseless, and to chase them down and take away their life, was a thrill that he would never grow tired of. He became one of the best trackers in the world and his victims always fell at his hand. All except for two, the ones who got away, the ones who miraculously survived him. Before them, James had even hunted a werewolf across Siberia, and although he did not know what to call it, he caught it and killed it. He always got what he wanted, until he received a new found interest in an asylum patient named Alice. He desired her only because another did, and he would have killed her if the vampire who loved her hadn’t changed her to save her from him. Angry that she was no longer human, James destroyed her maker and left her be, for he had no interest in her now.

It was 2005 when James, Victoria and Laurent came across another family of vampires, a tame family who only fed from animals. They were playing baseball in the mountains when the red-eyed vampires interrupted them. Seeing the human girlfriend of one of them, James immediately wanted to take her away from him. He was sadistic and thrilled by the love that Edward obviously had for her, and he gave into his desire and tricked her with the recorded voice of her mother, to a ballet studio in Arizona. He baited and intimidated her until she believed that her last moments were upon her. He got as far as biting her before he was captured, ripped to pieces and burned.

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This is all for a RPG. Everything here is fake. Not real. James isn't mine and neither is Cam.

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