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James Alexander Fortier

"Come on. Laugh. At least there???ll be fewer tears to clean ma ch??rie."

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a character in “Blood of the Covenant”, as played by veve

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"Come on. Laugh. At least there’ll be fewer tears to clean ma chérie."




The Basics




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Full Name: James Alexander Fortier
Nicknames and Aliases:Jim, Jimmy (if you want to annoy him), Lex, and Jay
Gender: Male
Age:67 but appears to be in his early thirties
Ethnicity/Race:Technically speaking, he’s European, and that’s what he’ll tell you.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Occupation:Liaison Specialist #1 and Bartender




What's on the Outside




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Hair Color:Brown
Height:5 foot 10 inches
Weight:145 lbs
Tattoos:James has tribal tattoos on his left shoulder that stretch down his side and onto his chest.
Piercings:None
Scars:None
Description: James normally doesn’t have to be bothered with his appearance, except his hair. He tends to spend his day randomly pulling at it. He also has a nicely toned body with enough muscle to be noticeable but not overly large. Also, he keeps facial hair, often a tiny bit longer than stubble because he believes he looks very, for lack of a better word, naked without it. James also believes the best thing about him is his smile so he flashes it often. He also has a slight French accent that he has mostly lost, but is still detectable. Most people find it attractive, though he doesn’t see its allure.




What's on the Inside




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Personality:
{Loyal, flirty, kind, and normally mellow}
As a liaison specialist, James is very kind to everyone and attempts to understand people’s worries. Since his loss of his best friend, he has learned to value friends and is very loyal to the ones he has. Also, he is a VERY flirty guy and doesn’t make idle suggestions. In other words, don’t say anything you don’t mean around him. Though he does attempt to be as kind and understanding as possible, when he gets pissed, everyone better stay out his way because he is a loose cannon. To keep himself from going off, James will walk away, but he can only do so much. Despite this being a real problem for him, he is also a thoughtful person. He keeps himself happy by reminding himself that this is a new life and he is making the best out of it.
Hobbies: James loves to practice tricks with drink making, flirting, and reflecting on his current position in life.
Habits:He tends to smile (looking as if he’s sharing a joke with himself), pull at his hair, and randomly spin things without noticing. He also sometimes goes back and forth between French and English
Oddities:He loves his alcohol. He also loves to compliment people (he literally can’t stop himself at times).
Likes/Loves:
  • Cats
  • Scotch
  • Smiling
  • Light Conversation
  • Sex
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Violence (especially against weaker people)
  • Braggers
  • Heat (He HATES hot weather.)
  • Puke (He can’t be within a few feet of it without dry heaving.)
  • Too many clothes




What's Done Is Done




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Biography
Place Of Origin: Paris, France
Birth Date: December 2, 1946
History:James was born on December 2, 1946 in s Parisian hospital. His mother, Audrey, was a whore and his father was one of her frequent customers. This is just her guess however. She would tell him “Hmm…you have Al’s chin, but your eyes look more like Bernard’s.” She made it seem as if it didn’t matter, so James became indifferent. Despite this outer appearance of apathy, James would still frown slightly every time he’d pass his mother’s open door and see her rearranging herself as she accepted money from yet another customer.
Eventually Audrey found a man, Charles, and married him. The marriage was stable enough until the day when Charles caught Audrey in bed with another man. He went ballistic and left the house only to return hours later with a gun. He pointed it at Audrey and screamed countless insults at her for half an hour before lowering the gun and threatening her. If she were to cheat on him or leave him, he promised to pull the trigger. She accepted his proposal and stayed, but refused to have James in the same house for fear of his safety.
When he was old enough, his mother sent him to a boarding school. There he blossomed into a respectable young man with the help of his best friend Luc. Luc, thinking James was just an awkward guy, took him under his wing and showed him his ways. In two short years, James became very popular among many, men and women alike, for his charming demeanor and his loyalty to his friends. Luc and James were inseparable and often did everything together including graduating and living together. At the age of twenty, James and Luc became bartenders at a local club.
One wintry night, James decided to stay home because he’d developed a bad cough and couldn’t go to work. Luc left off to work on foot, but he didn’t make it to the club. He got killed that night after getting robbed two blocks away.
James was depressed and got kicked out after not being able to afford the rent. He retreated back to his mother’s house to find her beaten bloody by Charles. In a fit of rage he got into an altercation with Charles, ending with a very bloody James and a very bloody Charles being guarded by Audrey. She yelled at James and told him to leave. Angry and shamed, James left and secluded himself in a bar.
Unable to bear approaching his mother again, James left Paris. He wanted to start over and create a better life for himself. He came to America with the rest of his money and lived as a bachelor until he met a beautiful vampire named Kiera. She went back with him to his place and attacked him, draining his blood. She then gave him the choice of dying or being turned. The choice, to him, was obvious. After a couple years of living together as her pupil and lover, Kiera left and suggested he did the same. Making sure not to leave him with nothing, she suggested going to Blood Bath. So James ended up in Detriot and the rest is history.
Happiest Memory:Working together with Luc, making drinks and doing tricks.
Saddest Memory:Waking up to the police at his door telling him Luc was dead.




Face Claim:Michael Ealy

So begins...

James Alexander Fortier's Story

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Character Portrait: Ada Marshall Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Claudia Vala Sun Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier
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ImageShe watched Cheveyo dance, confident that the other Vampires would know better than to put hands on him in the wrong way. Her attention was drawn back to James as he presented her with her drink, gently stroking her face. She couldn't help but to tilt her head so that it pressed a bit more against his touch, a slight smile on her face. “Mm, darling. You spoil me so much.” A soft laugh escaped her as she quickly turned her head so that her lips caught his wrist. Her fangs slid out quickly, piercing his flesh. She didn't bite him, rather it was the speed and sharpness of her fangs that cut his flesh. Yet, as soon as they had come out and drawn just a bead of blood, they had retracted once more. She ran her tongue gently across the minuscule wound, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He could see the curiosity of her mystery swimming, gleaming in his red eyes and she couldn't help but to smile. “You taste... Divine.” Her voice was a soft purr as she watched his flesh heal before kissing where she'd bitten him.

Her gaze floated up to see a man with glasses spazzing out along with a woman that he had entered with. The problem with this was that they didn't look like blood slaves. Not even new ones. They were looking around as though they didn't know what was going on. They're fucking humans and they look like fucking feds. Casually as they were dressed, their demeanor gave them away. The club wasn't situated exactly around any neighborhood and any other business – It was inside a fucking warehouse. The other warehouses around it were rather abandoned. She wasn't really quite sure that they were simply lost. Casually, she watched as Ada finally started doing her job, trying to distract the people from the scene of Vampires. It wasn't exactly an easy feat considering nearly everyone was feeding and ninety percent of the drinks were red and thick. Still, she got points for trying. Lyndi gave a thought to addressing the situation but she then thought Yeah, that's not my job. and let her attention turn back to James, bringing the rim of her shot glass to her lips and drinking slowly.

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of a young human girl having a less than favorable night.

“Hold still, you little bitch!” Michelle shouted over the music as she grabbed one of the newer blood slaves by the wrist and yanked her back. Though Michelle was much smaller, her strength as a Vampire afforded her the ability to easily overpower the woman. However, unlike what Twilight might have this struggling human believe, her skin wasn't as hard as diamonds. In her flailing, her nails scratched against Michelle's face and drew blood. “You little cunt!” Michelle brought her hand across the young woman's face and sent her into the wall. There was some laughter around as the Vampires took delight in the abuse of the insolent mortal. The dark-haired witch-wannabe descended upon her quickly and pinned her to the wall, fangs tearing into her soft flesh. Her pale face was stained with blood as she covered the girl's mouth and pulled her face away to look deeply into her eyes. “Hush, darling. I can't hear the music,” she giggled before diving back into the flesh and feeding sloppily.






“Yes... She is, isn't she?” His eyes followed her with a fond smile before he walked at a swaggering gait next to Caius so that they could watch her performance. They chose the largest of the auditoriums, the one she'd performed in last time. It was a bit empty, housing only six others. As the lights dimmed, he took his seat and leaned forward, ruby eyes glittering with anticipation. Like Caius, he hadn't seen Esmeralda performed in quite some time – Since his departure from Lyndi, he didn't attend many performances. It pained him too much. But seeing Leandra perform such a sexy classic made him smile widely, his fangs sliding out rather quickly. He could not take his eyes away from her legs, watching as they kicked up high into the air with the grace of a swan. He could not help but to wonder how it would feel to run his hands down such powerful legs, perhaps to even have them wrapped about his waist. The thought made his mouth water as he reached out to grip the seat in front of him, nearly denting the metal. He was actually rather sad when it came to an end, standing slowly in silence. He let his gaze flicker over to Caius to gauge his reaction with a soft smile. He was hard to read but the Prince was quite sure that his old friend enjoyed it.

His own delight was not hidden as Leandra returned to them and he could feel the confidence emanating from her. He wanted to tell her how amazing he thought she was, but he waited for Caius to speak, respectfully bowing his head as the Doyen spoke. His words were short but they carried a lot of weight and he could not be more pleased. He lifted his head and gave the young dancer a bright smile. “You did beautifully, Leandra.” He took one of her hands and pressed his lips slowly and firmly against her flesh, inhaling her scent. Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes. “I do believe that I should give a tour of the club; show you where you can find Caius or I if you need us, the rooms you will be performing in, break areas.” His arm had slipped around her shoulder at his point and he could not help himself from staring at her neck, blood rushing from her earlier performance. “And, at some point, I would like you feed from you. Get you used to the feeling and at least erase any anxieties you may have about it.”




Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ada Marshall Character Portrait: Claudia Vala Sun Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier Character Portrait: Artemus Marinos Character Portrait: Scotty Dombrovski
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Artemus made a sweep of the room, continuing to track the pair as well as taking in all of the current activities that continued in his presence. He took in account every vampire and human in the room, blending into the crowd. As the duo moved Artemus observed them from afar, patiently waiting for them to see the simple truth laid out before them.

When Ada barreled through the crowd, Artemus had to restrain himself, making sure he did not draw attention to himself. With Leo in the room, he was assured she wouldn’t get very far. There was no way he’d accept her being insolent tonight, especially with all the things he had on his plate. A second later Ada was subdued, as he expected. Glancing toward the bar, Artemus was slightly surprised to see James only watching Ada being handled by Leo. He thought that he’d at east try to get Leo to ease his grip, but he stayed in his place. Artemus knew he forced himself to stay put, but what was holding James back? Soon enough his question was answered.

The new vampire, whose name he couldn’t remember, took the stage. She sang so beautifully, and her presence was immense. She had to be an older vampire like himself to give off that kind of vibe. He smiled to himself as it was not a common sight to see an older vampire in this setting. Nonetheless, he listened to the song, taking note of Leo’s hasty retreat. As it ended, he lapped along with all the other patrons.

Once again, Artemus watched the duo. He stood, floating closer to them. Since the show was over, a few vamps began to feed after they’d waited for the show to end. He watched as the man, witnessed a pair of women flirt, kiss, and eventually feed from each other. The look that crossed his face instantly let Artemus know that it was time to intervene.

Ada attempted to distract the two from the ongoing feasts surrounding them. He had to move quickly. Even more commotion seemed to stir as female vamp savagely dug into a human. Damn it. Artemus coolly walked up to the duo, attempting to distract the female while Ada grabbed the man. In the back of his mind, Artemus knew he'd have to wipe their memories, so why not have a bit of fun first?

“Yes why don’t we have a few drinks, after all,” Artemus lightly gave the woman’s hand a kiss, allowing his accent to wrap around her, and continued, “it would be a crime for me not to offer a lady as gorgeous as you a drink.”

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Character Portrait: Ada Marshall Character Portrait: James Alexander Fortier Character Portrait: Artemus Marinos Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Cheveyo
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James winced slightly at the small nip Lyndi had made. He watched as she tasted his blood, licking up the bead of blood. Only once before had anyone else tasted his blood, and that was Kiera. Memories flooded back with several images of intimate encounters and lots of biting on her part, but James forced the images out of his mind. Those were for another time.

"You taste divine."

James snapped back just in time to hear Lyndi's comment. He flashed his smile at her as she kissed his hand. She's good. He followed her gaze to see Artemus and Ada getting a hold of two humans that obviously didn't belong. Their demeanor suggested that they were either spies or law enforcement, most likely the latter. As Lyndi took a sip of her drink, James held her hand. So many questions were burning inside him, but he knew he had to take care of this tactfully. No one likes to be asked loads of questions at once; it makes people feel like they're being interrogated.

"Your voice was incredible, chérie. And the song was beautiful as well, but I must ask, why that one?"

“Mmm. Because I wrote that song many years ago. It was never supposed to hit circuit but... Things happened.” She heaved a sigh as she reminisced about the eighties, a faint smile on her face. There was once upon a time when she would take a break from working for anyone and she would instead submerge herself into the music and art culture, scouting talent to influence. It was her goal for centuries to leave her legacy behind in forms art. She didn't care if nobody ever knew her name -- Though she knew plenty enough Vampires were aware of her talent and the treasures she had given the world. “If I told you how many songs I've written, how many classics I've choreographed, how many paintings I've got hanging about... It'd surprise you.”

She set down her drink and tilted her head to the side before glancing to Ada and then back to James. “You seem rather... Torn. I could make myself scarce if you're still hung up on your human. I can see the worry for her in your eyes...” There was a genuinely innocent, almost hurt, tone to her voice as she shrugged but still held onto his hand, her thumb absently stroking the top of his hand gently.

James sighed looking over at Ada. He definitely needed to talk some things over with her, but he hadn't come up with the words he needed to say. He knew he cared deeply for her, but he also knew his presence wasn't exactly the best for her. Having a boyfriend who could easily outlive you and even kill you at a whim didn't seem like a smart option to choose. She'd probably curse at him, telling him he had no idea what was best for her and tell him how dumb his thoughts were. He chuckled lightly at the thought...however, he did know what loving a vamp could do to a human. It hurt to think about it.

James gazed at Lyndi, and put his other hand on top of hers. He didn't have any intention of letting Lyndi go easily, but it seemed that he wasn't the only one torn. He thought back to the way she looked at the Indian man that was now dancing in a way that could almost be described as frantic not too far off. "I do worry for her, but I know she is a strong woman. I will have to take some time to figure out what she needs, but I don't intend to let you leave me when you're in the same boat as me. What about him, your large friend over there?" James looked behind her towards her companion. "You seem to have a human attachment as well that's even more deeply rooted than my own, ange."

She gave what would easily be pegged as a condescending smirk with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, elskan mín... You're in a one-man ship.” There was a soft laugh bubbling past her lips as she glanced at Cheveyo. “Your attachment to your blood-bag is one formed out of love.” She seemed to almost vomit out the word, showing the typical repulsion that Vampires so often do with the thought of loving a human. “Cheveyo... hmm. Well.” She turned her gaze to meet his, a dubious gleam in her eyes. “Have you ever tried to take away the favored toy of a pit bull?” Her brow lifted just a tad. “He might be human, but he's proved that he will die for me. He is a rather dear friend and possibly my first progeny... But I don't love people.”

She was scowling a bit now, gripping her glass a bit harder until it was near shattering. Her gaze became a glare as she narrowed her eyes. “I especially don't love humans. It ends well for no one. They're only a weakness. You're young... But the lesson is inevitably learned over and over again. There is no room for love in this sort of afterlife.”

James sighed pulling the glass from her grasp. if she broke it, the glass would be in her hands, and that would be pretty bad. He then gathered both her hands in his lifting them to his lips."Oh Lyndi...you've been hurt haven't you? That kind of reaction only comes from a heart that has been betrayed many times over and has become accustomed to sadness. I know that loving humans may be a mistake, but I can accept that. I think that love is worth some failures. Besides, forever without love seems pretty lonely. It'd be nice to have a light in all the darkness, cheré."

“For someone to hurt me, I'd have to care about them. After I was Changed, I stopped giving a shit about anyone.” She gave a shrug and pulled her hands from his as it became obvious from the tone of her voice that James was treading into dangerous waters. She was certainly in perfect control of her emotions, the true calmness of her inside not even coming close to matching the feigned irritation and hidden hurt in her expression. “That's what flashlights and fire are for. Love is not worth betrayal and it's not worth heartbreak. Why take the chance of loving someone that will hurt you? Short-term gain, long-term loss... I don't do that bullshit.” She scoffed softly as she stood from her seat and shook her head. “You don't need love to not be lonely. Look at me -- I've got no love for anyone and no one has love for me. And I've been living it up since before your time.”

James looked at her, obviously sad with her response. He knew that he'd crossed a line, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Silently cursing at himself, he looked down at his hands. Now it was beyond obvious how hardened Lyndi was, and there was so much behind her that he yearned to know.

"You do love. You do have a light in all your darkness. It's the art, personified love." He sat up running his hand through his hair. "I know you think it's worthless, the love, the heartbreak. I can promise you though, it is worth it. Being there for someone...knowing that you are their light is worth anything the world can throw at you. You should ask your friend. I'm sure he knows."

She turned her back to him now, a bored expression on her face as she withheld a sigh. She hated 'love' speeches. They weren't the least bit entertaining. However, she quickly resumed her sad look, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned her head. “That's thinking that gets you killed in this world. We are the darkness. We have no room for light.” A shrug of her shoulders as she looked out at Cheveyo brought along a sad smile as well. “I know how he feels. And he knows that it's unrequited. I told you -- I don't love anyone. My capacity for love died when I did.”

"Maybe I can make you think differently one day."

James knew that she'd already withdrawn herself, but that was fine. Eventually, he'd change her mind, but lectures weren't going to do the trick. Actions speak louder than words to someone like her. So back to the fun stuff. He jumped over the counter, leaving the other bartender to the rest of the customers and faced Lyndi. "Until then..." James wrapped an arm around her waist. "We still have this week, don't we ange? I promised to make it as entertaining for you as possible, and I intend to keep it." James took her hands, kissing both of them. He now understood what he was working with and knew he couldn't get to her with the tiny amount of knowledge he had now. He needed another perspective for someone with as many years as she had. Maybe Artemus would be up for a tiny chat sometime, though he knew he would be the one talking.

“...” Lyndi watched him with careful eyes, allowing him to hold her close, giving the air a vulnerable woman trying to be strong. With Ada so near it made her way to break into tears and hold James close just to rub it in the breather's face. However, that wasn't her angle. Instead, she shrugged softly. “Fólk sem elskar mig á endanum dauður.” The language rolled from her tongue in a soft, near-whisper as she turned and walked away from him, Cheveyo's eyes following her as she disappeared into the crowd.