James Maybrick
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Gristlegrinder |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •• |
| Freehold | The Great Black Swamp |
| Player | Eric Castro-Simpson |
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Overview
Alias(es): None
Real Name: I don't remeber, but upon this escape I took the name James Maybrick, out of respect.
Age:30
Concept: Gentleman Murderer
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Around 5'11, James always tries to dress as nicely as possible given his state of mind at the time. He always carries a bag with him and likes to wear hats. Sometimes, however, James can be a bit disordered and may have a hint of blood somewhere on him. When seeing his mein, his skin is a mess of scars and cuts, and his grin is large and ghastly. There is a hint of handsomness under the cuts, and he always has a smile on his face.
Relevant Mechanics: While his mein may be scary, he always smells like Anise, kind licorice like.
Character Livejournal: None yet.
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline: Taken sometime around 1923, he emerged from the hedge in 1925 for about 2 weeks and went on a murder spree that the press dubbed "The Toledo Clubber". Taken back by his Keeper, he was kept until his eventual escape in 1999. He has since taken to the Spring Court as what he sees as his only way to keep his urges at bay and never be taken back again. He was found by Johnny, who took him to the leader of the Spring Court here. Since then, while he is not the most exemplary member of the Court, he tries very hard to remain as nice and calm as possible. He wants to embody change, both in himself and others, but not always in the nicest of ways. He is very nice to be around generally and hides his impulses extremely well.
Current Activities: Currently he is assisting the Spring Court and helping to make as much change as possible. he sees the changes in himself as a guide to help others, but still every now and then a body comes up, horribly mutilated with the left kidney missing. No evidence is found at the scene.
Merit Details: Mantle (Spring) 2: Smells like licorice and a hint of alcohol.
Background: I don’t remember when I was taken too much. I just remember the suffering. I remember her vividly. Beautiful, charming, wonderful, everything a guy could want. She promised to be with me forever, here in the mansion. All I had to do was favors for her. That was the deal anyway. Well being male you know where my brain was. The beginning is just so cloudy. I remember the first one I killed. She was pretty cute, had red hair and a nice smile. My Keeper just couldn’t stand that though. No-one could be as pretty as her. That was the first “favor” I performed. She gave me a knife and wanted her kidney, the left one. It was always the left one. The girl was by a pond, washing clothes. It was just a simple matter of sneaking up and slicing her throat. When the blood hit me in the face, I remember the taste of it, coppery and warm. It made me feel, excited, almost gleeful. I tore into her abdomen after she fell to the ground. I remember just, knowing, were the kidney was in the viscera that I had laid out in front of me. I removed it, and kept the other one for myself. My Keeper was pleased indeed. She wasn’t always pleased though. Actually nothing seemed to satisfy her after a while. I did more “favors” for her and she kept pushing me away. At some point I suppose she grew tired of me. She would always make me dress finely and speak properly. When I didn’t, that would be when the cutting started. It wasn’t the pain of the cuts, or the salt she rubbed into the wounds that was troublesome. It was that she didn’t want me. No one wanted me. After not too long I was shunned even by my victims. The slashes on my face and body were a warning. There was no pleasure in it as much. I enjoyed the feeling I got when I killed, but it ended too quickly. Sometimes I would eat the left kidney just so I could get my Keepers attention again. She was merciless when that happened, but I didn’t care. As long as she was paying attention to me I would endure the agony. Then she stopped letting me do “favors” for her. She tried to keep me locked up. That always failed because I just knew how to escape. Then the lust for blood consumed me, and I escaped far away from my Keeper. When I broke through the hedge I found a newspaper. It was 1925 and it was the Toledo Blade. All I knew right after that was I needed to kill, badly. I wanted to collect a good kidney for my Keeper, and what better place than one from this side of the hedge. I wasn’t as elegant about it as I am now. I just took whatever I had, mostly rocks, and just bashed their brains in. it was wonderful. I just couldn’t find the perfect one. I went on for 2 weeks, and then she came for me. She took me back, and told me how disappointed in me she was. She said that I was too brutish, and would never find a kidney good enough for her. I had to learn to remain a gentleman, and do her bidding more. The time there seemed to go on forever. There was night after night of murder and revelry. She taught me how to be a proper gentleman, and then kill for her. When I forgot and slipped up, the cutting would begin again. And I would be locked in a cage that I couldn’t escape from. She said she didn’t ever want me to leave her again. I was too good at what I did. She promised to keep me forever, and I gladly took the pain and suffering for her, just as long as I could be near her. When I brought her the kidneys she needed, she would reward me, and when I didn’t sit up straight or use the proper fork she would stab me. Then my Keeper asked me to do her a “favor” and kill again. Eager to please I set out after my quarry. It wasn’t until I found her that I felt something different. The small child looked up at me as I held my blade in my hand. She had no fear in her eyes, and she told me how handsome I was. I held the knife at the ready, but felt something very different. It was remorse. Indeed and odd feeling. I cried and decided to spare her. Then I heard the howling of my Keeper. I ran as fast as I could to where I had found a way put before. I knew that she would never forgive me and that I would be locked up and cut more and more and never able to feed my desire any more. I broke through, and a large part of me was taken as I pushed through the briars. I emerged again in Toledo. At first I hid, before eventually acquiring a newspaper. It was The Blade again. I laughed a bit at how fitting the name was. It said the year was 1999. I didn’t know that that much time had passed. After a while though I felt my urges come up again, and I knew the only thing that could save my hunger, a good kidney. I was a complete gentleman about it. I went to the bar, talked to her and she came with me. It was a lot easier this way. After I tore her open, I sat for a moment, staring at her entrails. I was happy. I was actually happy without my Keeper. It was the best kidney I had ever eaten, and I ate them both. It was not too long after that when I was found. He, or is it she, said his name was Johnny. He said that he could see me the way I really am and that he could help me stay away from my Keeper. I just had to meet some more of my kind. I didn’t know there were others. She brought me to the leader of the Spring Court, as it is called. He told me that I wasn’t a monster. I wept for the first time since I saw that child. They both told me that the best way to prevent my Keeper from ever finding me was to revel in this new life. I didn’t understand at first, and I am still learning. They help me be a gentleman, and now I kill only for them when needed. Well some of the time. I still have my slips, but I am supposed to revel in what I am good at. I am a good boy indeed!
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Character Inspirations
Jack the Ripper, Patrick Bateman
Soundtrack
Quotes
"Hello dear! My you look quite lovely today. Care for a stroll? What spot? Oh that, just a bit of ketchup from a hambuger earlier, you know how messy those can be sometimes. Have you ever tried a meat pie? I hear the some places make them special, like my mother's recipe. If you like we can always go back to my place and I would be delighted to cook for you. You would? How delightful. I have a dog who is a bit messy so don't mind the newspaper on the floor."
