Post by Lancet && Jones on May 9, 2008 7:14:30 GMT -5
Decidedly James
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=James Edwin Horton Lancet=
[James, or just Lancet]
{Gender;;} Male
{Age::} 28
{Height;;} Six foot three inches precisely.
{Status;;} Vampire.
{Occupation;;} Doctor of humors and blood dysfunctions
{Appearance;;} Most handsome, with rakish brown hair that has grown flyaway in his isolation. His eyes are the darkest of greens with heavy severe brows. His high cheekbones give him a charming smile, though he rarely shows it any more, and he is clean shaven, even being shut away and undesired by society.
He is of medium build, though there is a distinct impression that he was once a very active young man, with muscles still lingering where they would on a boxer or perhaps a rugby player. If he paid a little more attention to his appearance and not his work, he would be quite a catch for any young woman. However, his pursuit of any wife or maiden has been put on hold by his infection, courtesy of one of his own patients at the Abbey.
All in all, he is a good looking individual that has frayed at
the edges.
{Personality;;} James' general demeanor is one of quiet contempt, surliness and distinct disinclination to integrate. He spends a lot of his time shut away in his surgery on Harley Street, working. He is irritable and volatile when interrupted, and inexplicably demanding of his nurses and fellow doctors. This is a mere corner of his arrogance.
James is an exceptional doctor, and knows it. And expects everyone else to know it too. In the medical world his dossiers and reports are well publicised, though no one ever sees the man behind the words. Among the isolated community of doctors helping to find a cure for this disease, and help those infected. However it doesn't help that he himself suffers from the bloodlust, and consequently this adds to his misery.
If he were to be free, uninfected and healthy, he would most certainly be a charming man. His heart is only set to do good, and even in infection he strives to help people. His true self is obscured by the deep depression that is cast over him by his condition, his isolation and his inability to find a cure.
{History;;} James was born in 1828 in Hampshire, on a smallholding. His parents, Edwin and Prudence, were doctor and nurse to their country village.His mother died at the age of 34, when James was 2. The youngest of four boys, all of whom went into medicine, two of whom died of consumption when in their late teens. Therefore, James and eldest brother Marcus were left to grow up by themselves. Not that James was particularly bothered, he and Marcus got on well, despite the occasional predictable scrap, but then brothers will always compete. At the age of eighteen, James' father took his own life, dropping from a road bridge into a speeding river, leaving his youngest son to sell the farm, the stock and all of their belongings before heading out to university alone.
While Marcus headed to Edinburgh, James was blessed with the chance to study under the dreaming spires of Oxford, gaining him a great deal of respect before he even began his career as a practicing doctor. He became an expert in the bodily humors, primarily the blood, and became involved in the identification of the blood cells and platelets. His research on clotting and stemming of blood flow was widely published in many journals, and he gained fame before even leaving the gates of university. It was from there he took up an apprenticeship at the City Hospital, London, where he worked for three years trying to perform a successful transfusion. Of course, he never managed it. His confidence dropped as patient after patient would not recover. He finally settled in with his own apprentices for a year, before finally buying his own home and surgery on the prestigious Harley Street, the centre of medicine for the city of London. Once the plasmovoric virus broke out, James was one of the first to take up interest, and instead of joining the plea for individuals to dispatch the bloodthirsty infecteds he chose to help them.
Until he himself was bitten, by one of his own patients, a beautiful young French maiden, who fled the next day. James' career was destroyed, or so he thought.
He continues to work, without showing his face in public, and will ocassionally appear to help the inhabitants of the Abbey. Most of the time he remains in his surgery at 13 Harley Street, awaiting anyone who needs help, or seeks solace. Other than that his life is fairly much the same. He is still insanely determined to find the cure for the virus, and works tirelessly with the patients and inhabitants of the Abbey, though his methods are questionable. His home has become the stuff of legend, and only the brave now dare to enter. Rumours are circulating about clinical tests being performed there. Whether they are true or not he will never tell the mortal world. But to the vampires, it could be their only chance.
{Fears;;} Being Discovered.
Losing his reputation.
Death.
Pain.
Failing to discover a cure.
{Skills and talents;;} Incredibly neat stitching.
{Celebrity Model;;} Jack Davenport
{Character played by;;} Laiika (Rae)
