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James T. Mercer

"Why save the people who turned their back on you?"

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a character in “Together We Stand”, as played by LonelyGhost

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Name: James Mercer

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General information

Age: 19

Power: James possesses the ability of shadow manipulation. His manipulative abilities let his form and solidify shadows, making them as hard as metal or a jello like amount of solidity. He can become invisible if it is dark enough by manipulating the shadows around him. He also has the ability to fly by making wings.
Status: Villain

Face claim: Ben Cook

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Physical Appearance: James stand at 6' flat, having been on the football, and track team for a # of years, he is fairly well muscled. He's not lean, but he's certainly not bulky. He has a fairly clear complexion, only marred by afore mentioned scars. He looks slightly downward while he walks, only changing this habit while running. While he stands tall while trying to make an impression, he usually slightly slouches on more casual terms. He walks more slowly with longer strides usually, speeding up when agitated.

He has a narrow face, sharp features, light sideburns that he shaves off every few weeks, hazel eyes, and straight, black hair that is close to his eyes. He has large smiles which rarely ever reach his eyes. He usually keeps a straight face, usually keeping his emotions closer to himself. It is very easy to spot when he's not at ease, tending to stay even more straight faced the usual, and keeping his limbs more stiff. Among friends he shows emotion easily, and stays very relaxed, usually flopping down on the nearest couch.

Marks: He has a multitude of scars on his arms and legs, mostly from cutting, these scars are very hard to see as he cut the upper part of his arms but they are easily visible if he has to take off his shirt for any reason. He has one tattoo on his back, the tattoo is one skull looking up at the sun, surrounded by roses and another skull, surrounded by thorns, looking down with blood dripping from it's eyes.
General clothing: He prefers to wear tight fit, dark clothing. He can usually be found wearing grey nike shoes, dark blue jeans, any color of T shirt, a black and white "Boondox" hat, and his trade mark black and white mma hoodie, with a cobra on the front and "built 2 strike" down the right side of his ribs.

Personality: James is a normally chill guy, content to joke around and going back and forth between happy and content. His mood changes many things about him, from his walk speed, sociability, and even his laugh. His laughed is usually slow, loud, and deep, sounding like that of a mad scientist from a black a white movie, that turns into the faster paced, more chaotic laugh of the Joker. He frequently jokes about his 'mad-man' laugh. He loves playfully insulting his friends. If someone is being left out, he makes efforts to include them, and entertaining himself could be as simple as messing around with an audio program or photoshop. He loves bets. Money, favors, just for fun, doesn't really matter, having recorded his average numbers in various games, he can safely say he is a fairly lucky person.

James had depression issues during most of his life, this can resurface at times but reverting to cutting is rare. He tends to dwell on nearly anything that upsets him, no matter how small. He over-analyzes things at times and tends to take things personally but he forgives his friends in the end. If he doesn't know you or doesn't like you he will hold a grudge for an insanely long time. You can of course make amends. He becomes less social when sad, usually shutting himself away with his favorite, usually depressing, songs. When people try to help him feel better, it doesn't work, in fact it makes it worse. He avoids meals when he becomes even more depressed. There is another side to this, he is somewhat unstable when it comes to anger. In this circumstance he isolates himself to protect others. In minor fits of anger, just a punching bag is fine but, for a true rage, destruction is the default. Thankfully he is somewhat difficult to anger, unless of course you hurt his friends.

In his mind, a hero is delusional. If society rejected them for their differences, why bother trying to earn their love by protecting them. Don't mistake him, he doesn't necessarily hate the heros, his perception is more that they are working for acceptance, something he looked for when he was younger as well. If he feels that one of the heros can be swayed to joining the villains, he will try it. He knows that not all people are evil, but there is no such thing as pure innocence. That being said, he feels no desire to save people, or to hurt him, he works for his own ends. Because of his view of the heros as fellow victims of society, he doesn't wish them harm but, if they get in his way, he will do what is necessary.

Likes: Sushi, grilling, anime, fan fiction, D&D, cars, bets, poker, movies, singing, storms, rap, metal, and rock.

Dislikes: The tendency of a society to shun those different than themselves, pop, country, those weird 3 wheeled "motorcycles," alcohol, mental disorders, and tomatoes.

Fears: He fears being alone, hurting his friends accidentally, and losing sight of himself.

Weaknesses: Having shadow powers, light is a natural weakness, he can still manifest his powers, they are just weaker. How easily he becomes depressed (including suicide), the recklessness brought on his rages, his hesitation to be decisive, and his own intense workouts means he is usually slightly injured at any given time.

Strengths: His strengths include his ability to make plans, the ability to see the underlying layer of people, close range fighting, his speed, and darkness. The more dark it is, the stronger his powers are ranging from very weak in broad daylight, to extremely powerful, like a subway tunnel or a moonless night.

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History: James comes from a rather small town in Alabama, where he was raised as a Christian by his mother, father, and his grandparents. Until he was 8 anyway. At the age of 8 his father died from his sleep apnea. After his father died his grandmother started coming during the day, the only problem with that is that his grandmother happened to be an emotionally and verbally abusive alcoholic. So until high school, he was routinely blamed for things that weren't his fault or just yelled at for no reason at all. His family didn't believe him of course, his grandfather denying she drank at all. During this time period, James became an atheist, wondering why the God he had been told was kind and benevolent, would allow such things.

His life changed, for better or worse, his sophomore year of high school. He got involved in sports, playing varsity football and running on the track team. He began dating girls due to his renewed confidence. And then he met the gang. The Saints. The Saints were a small time gang that didn't have terribly many members. For a while, James had it all. Parties, drugs, girls, a family away from his own dysfunctional one, and then the police noticed the gang. The police crackdown destroyed the Saints. It was too unsafe to as much as transport anything illegal in such a small town, where the police even knew the members cars. He kept a few of the members close, but the life was gone.

He left home to go see bigger places, going to The U.S Naval Academy in Baltimore. He was fairly popular there, succeeding academically and physically, and became good friends with a fellow student named Alice. One day Alice showed him something, she took out a lighter and started to manipulate the flame. Shortly after this she disappeared with no explanation. When his own powers began acting up, it became apparent staying wasn't an option. Having heard of the groups in New York, and with a new found distrust for the government/military, began to seek out the villains.
Significant events: His grandmothers abuse set his personality and set his path down that of a villain, his time in the Saints made him dislike authority, more so when it we destroyed. And the nail in the coffin was his friend going missing from the Academy.
Joining the group: James joined the villains in hope of finding a new family and his past conflicts with the police and the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Alice kept him from joining the heros.


Relationships:


Allen Hayes: Allen is easily the closest thing James has to a friend within the villains. He is fairly easy to talk to, however; because he only gives out small details they lack any real connection and they are more acquaintances than friends. That being said, he is still easier to talk to than the others and James will take what he can get.

Lara McIntosh James and Lara don't really have much of anything, she lacks emotion and is usually caught up inside a book. Her sense of humor is morbid to put it mildly but, while that isn't James's sense of humor, it's still something. He doesn't dislike her, they just don't talk and don't seem to have much in common.

So begins...

James T. Mercer's Story

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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Genevieve carefully hung up the phone and leaned back in her office chair sighing deeply and relishing the moment, she had just been informed of some particularly interesting information about mysterious goods. Having several information resources throughout the city news traveled fast and when she got it she would act immediately, leaning over to press a button on her desk she spoke into the intercom system that had been set up in almost every room of the rather large house. She spoke smoothly into the microphone, "James, Allen, and Lara there will be a meeting in the dining room in ten minutes, if you're not present you won't get to eat." Genevieve put emphasis on the last word knowing that if nothing else went through that the promise of food certainly would, she lifted her finger off the button and sat back. She knew that this was a perfect incentive for most of the people in the house were rather big eaters and that going without food was not an option. Genevieve placed her elbows on the arms of the chair she was sitting in forming a plan in her head, a plan that would get whatever 'they' had and didn't want her to know about and get it in her possession. She wanted exactly what she couldn't have.

The woman knew that she would have to head out as soon as possible with her most trusted members she was already having to make decisions in her mind about how she was going to go about acquiring the things she desired, when she made her final decisions she closed the open notebook on her desk picking it up and carrying it with her to the dining room where she sat at the head on the rather long table awaiting the arrival of her team who would be arriving any minute. She did all this with the utmost grace and elegance in her satin black dress that fell to her knees and hug her curves making her look utterly flawless. Everything was set in motion all she needed to do was relay the information to the others living in the house and they would head out immediately.

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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"Allen, come on!" the cherry voice called out to him, his brown eyes snapped open to take in the large expanse of stars above him set within the dark abyss of the night sky. Pushing himself to sit up straight, he looked over the sea of grass to see the back of a running girl, her long brown hair flowing out behind her, she looked no older then sixteen. Pushing himself to his feet, he took off after her, but he couldn't catch up. The distance between them only continued to increase. His lungs started to burn, and each new breath felt painful as it made its way down his throat and into his lungs. Looking down at his legs, he put everything into it, pushing himself to run as fast as he could, but it didn't help. The faster he ran, the faster she ran until his legs finally gave out, and he tumbled forward to see the grass come up to meet him.


Allen's eyes snapped open to look up at the ceiling as a voice he would know anywhere came over the intercom telling calling for him and telling him he wouldn't get breakfast if he didn't get to the dinning room in ten minutes. He was incredibly tempted to blow her off and refuse to go, but he was hungry, and she would only call him if she had a mission planned, and he had to admit, if she called James and Lara as well then this could be a fun job.

Letting out a slow grunt as he let the air slowly leave his lungs, he rolled out of his bed and onto the cold wooden floor, the feel on his bare feet enough to push some of the weariness from his mind. Stumbling over to his dresser, he pulled on some simple blue jeans, a bland black shirt, slipped on his white tennis shoes, and last, but certainly never least, he tugged down his old Dodge hat over his unruly black locks. If they wanted him to dress up that wasn't going to happen. This was the best they got, they should consider themselves lucky he decided to shower everyday which reminded him to sometime try to take the form of soap and see if it cleaned him.

Leaving his room, he navigated his way through their 'super secret awesome bad guy HQ/Tower of Doom!' that had become 'home' to him and many of the other 'gifted little kiddies' that were like them. Some of them were bland and dull, but their were a few gems among the rocks. Covering his mouth to hide his yawn, he walked into the diner room, a quaint room that was far too overly done in his opinion. As if the design was meant to display that the owner had far more wealth and power then those who visited, the large rectangle table with the her, Genevieve, completed the picture, "A lovely morning to you too, Ms. Blane, don't you just look lovely this morning, did you have a date last night?" Allen said flashing her a smile despite the chill that ran down his spine.

Genevieve had a way of unsettling him. Allen was not quite sure why, but he did know that he fought her control constantly, but she was not someone he felt he could use for his own amusement which made her of little use to him then there was the fact she held more power over him then he liked which constantly annoyed him. Sliding into a seat on her right hand side, being sure to keep a chair between them for either James or Lara when they got there.

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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James had actually been awake for a while, listening to some music and reading various fanfiction stories. The intercom buzzed to life, interrupting his daily dose of Psychopathic Records. "James, Allen, and Lara there will be a meeting in the dining room in ten minutes, if you're not present you won't get to eat." Such an announcement could only mean two things: first, something was about to happen; and second, as well as most importantly, there was food. Goodbye fanfiction, hello breakfast.

He set about getting his clothes for the day, putting on a dark pair of jeans as well as black and white running shoes before the most difficult decision of the morning; what color t-shirt was he going to wear? So many options, black with graphics, black without graphics,black with other colors, etc. In the end he opted for a black t shirt with a white anarchy symbol on the front. He grabbed his 'trademark' hoodie as he left his room, closing the door behind him.

The meeting should be interesting, meetings meant missions and missions meant a chance to mess with the general population. He grinned at this thought as he made his way into the dining room that could only be described as a "bit" much. He assumed that the meeting would postpone breakfast so he took a seat halfway down the extensive table, waving at Allen along the way.

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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Lara McIntosh


Lara was downstairs in the kitchen, in, what she called, her "morning clothes"; baggy sweat pants and an overly large sweater. She was an early riser, liked to eat breakfast in the quiet kitchen by herself, then resign to the living room to read. Her book was on the counter, The Collective Works of Edgar A. Poe a copy that one would find had been written in with thoughts and assessments as well as personal opinions, while she spread some tart jam on her toast and poured herself a mug of cider. It was hardly the "time of year" for apple cider, being summer and all, but it was one of Lara's favorite drinks. She had just sat down when Genevieve's announcement came on over the intercom. Lara slumped a fraction of an inch as she grabbed her food, forgetting her book on the counter, as she made her way to the dining room.

As she entered she noticed the one chair between Allen and Genevieve. Lara rolled her eyes hardly needing an expression from Allen to know he would mentally be asking her to sit there. It really didn't matter to her where she sat and Allen would owe her if she did, so she took that empty chair. Her mug and plate clinking on the table.

It was before Genevieve had started speaking that Lara's mind had already begun to wander. Wander back to the dream that she has had the past week, every night the same thing. It didn't even act like a dream, normally in dreams something surreal would always happen, like leaves changing colors too quickly or clouds hanging below her knees as it rains. No this dream was just her walking along a dirt road in a forest and at the she would arrive a broken house and she can hear yelling from inside. Part of her wants to go in and see what kind of place this is, but something holds her back and instead she just stands outside looking at this house. She would usually wake up just as there was a bang from inside the house, not covered in sweat, not breathing heavily, but haunted by what this house was and what was going on inside.

While she continued thinking, her eyes a bit glazed in thought, she swirled her apple cider watching the golden liquid circle itself.

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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Genevieve LeBlanc






Once everyone had arrived Genevieve smiled and opened the small notebook in front of her, the entire book was written in code of coarse, couldn't have it falling into the wrong hands. The woman looked through her notes then cleared her throat before speaking, "This morning I got some very interesting information, there will be a package being delivered on a truck that will be running through the Central Park area, at this time I do not have the details on what the package is, only that it is important documents. I don't care," she paused here and took her time to look each of them in turn, "I want those documents, and I need to know if I can trust you to help me get them. What ever they are could be extremely valuable for us I just want you each to know how important this is, this is not a drill. We strike fast and with force."
Genevieve did not for an answer as she flipped shut her notebook and stood up abruptly, touching the carved wood of the table as she stood. "Oh and we need to rush because the limousines are out front already so I hope you can be ready in five minutes." She gave a wry smile picking up her book and she left the dinning room heading off into the many rooms of the house disappearing quickly into it almost without a trace. She walked through the halls making her way to her bedroom shutting the door silently and locking it.

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Jennifer Thompson Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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Allen was a little annoyed that his fearless leader had decided to not respond to his nudge. In fact, she didn't look like she had heard him at all which did not make him feel better about her in the least. The only thing that stopped him from moving into the seat closer to her and to try once again was the arrival of James who Allen gave a small nod to show he noticed the wave, but James seemed to want to sit rather far away from the rest of their little group.

Lara joined them nearly right after James sit, and much to his delight, she decided to sit right between him and their fearless leader. Allen flashed her a smile, leaning over the side of his chair to get closer to her to try and engage her in some conversation or another when Genevieve decided to finally speak, and he was not surprised to find that her attention was on business. Letting out a disappointed grunt, he fell back into his rather uncomfortable chair to listen to the 'mission ops'.

His cell vibrated in his jeans, and Allen did not bother to shoot anyone an apologetic smile as he cracked open the phone to read the message, pondering on what to do. He could probably make it. It seemed they would be in the same area, and if he couldn't, he would just let her know. Setteled on his decision, he sent a reply to the baker girl, Sounds good, Let me know what you are there.

"Wonderful. We are on a mission to get a random box of mystery. Ten bucks says she knows what is in it and just doesn't want to tell us grunts," Allen said letting his chin fall in his hand, "I am not wearing tights," he added as there was no way that was going to happen. He was dressed well enough and when he started to change form it was not like he was easily recognized.

Allen moved his eyes from Lara and James wanting to hear their thoughts on the latest mission before a thought popped itself back in his mind, "Hey! What about breakfast!?"

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc

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Lara McIntosh


When Genevieve started talking, Lara still didn't look up from her cup, but her mind was fully focused on the woman. Important, mystery package, Lara thought, Should be fun. When Genevieve left the table Lara quickly ate one of the pieces of toast and was about to go back up to her room and change quickly, when Allen spoke up.

"Wonderful. We are on a mission to get a random box of mystery. Ten bucks says she knows what is in it and just doesn't want to tell us grunts," Allen said, "I am not wearing tights."

Lara gave the smallest of smiles at this last comment, "Sure you will. Imagine all the girls you could pick up in tights; and you should call yourself Copy Cat, for copying everything you touch."

"Hey! What about breakfast!?" Allen said loudly.

Lara took up her drink, but shoved the other piece of toast in front of him, "Enjoy," was all Lara said before lightly smacking him in the head.

Back in her room she set down her cup on a table that was near the door, where a small pile of books were and about three other empty mugs. Lara quickly moved, putting on a pair of worn jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. She was pulling on a pair of tennis shoes as she came downstairs, the cup she had brought up now empty with the others in her room.

She quickly stopped by the dining room again and poked her head in, "Copy Cat you're being slow, so are you James." With that she went out to the limousines and got inside. The first time she went out on a mission she could remember how distracting it was being in a limo that she almost missed what Genevieve had told her to do, but now, years later, she couldn't imagine going on a mission without being taken in a limo. There was a little head piece on an armrest, they were all given one to stay in touch during the mission, though she was usually in the dark as she had to possess someone who didn't have their special little ear pieces. Still she put it in her ear and turned it on.

"So what's the plan?" Lara asked to Genevieve who was undoubtedly listening and waiting to give her instructions, Who am I possessing today?"

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Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Patrick Miller Character Portrait: Jennifer Thompson Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc Character Portrait: Elysia Knight Character Portrait: Daniel Cranbury

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Daniel walked down the street like he did every morning once a week, this morning he felt a chilly breeze and put up the hood of his jacket to ward away the unwanted cold. But today was a bit different, today he carried in his hands a cardboard cup holder holding four drinks from the cafe just down the street, he opened the gate to the little house that he had been living in for several weeks now and even though he was the newest member of the team he still hadn't managed to spend time with the people he was living with, he always insisted on training attempting to control and perfect his new found ability and when he wasn't doing that he was hiding in his room trying to forget what he could do. He had nightmares of the moment he found out he wasn't normal and of the accident he had caused and it tortured him, he shook off the feeling and took in a deep breath getting ready to go inside and face those who he had been avoiding.
Daniel took a step back when he found two people already in the kitchen looking like they were about to head out, he lifted up his carton of beverages like a trophy and giving an apologetic smile. He had already asked for their favorite drinks the week before and was just now getting around to actually buying them, he looked around just then and asked, "where's Jen?"





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Genevieve looked up when she heard Lara's voice over the ear piece she had already placed in her ear but only for a moment before returning to her work with a cherry red smile. She closed her eyes and leaned over continuing to carefully put on her black knee high boots and spoke smoothly, "Today we are going to be going to Central Park to wait for the truck to pass by as soon as it does I'm going to need you to posses the driver and get him to pull over, quick and easy. The truck could be going at a high speed so you might have to do it fast, do you think that you could handle it? In the mean time James will be getting the documents and Allen and I will be looking after your body and looking out for the heroes." As she was talking Genevieve had zipped up both boots and tied back her hair ready to go she made her way out of her room and down the hallway, she knew that her team didn't trust her but she clearly didn't care. It was pointless, she didn't need their trust she needed their compliance as long as they were still under her wing she was content. The dark haired woman opened the door of the limousine and glided into an available seat seeing both Lara and James were already in the car making her smile.