JAMESON, ERIC AIDEN, kevin flamme

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ERIC AIDEN JAMESON
is having the time of their life

yessiree you got that right, my names Eric Aiden Jameson, but i way prefer to be
called Rick, James, Aid. they're so much cooler, right ? of the last hundred years i've
been living 190 of them. such a long time ago right ? its so stupid that they
have to categorize us into groups. but if i was ok with all that, i'd be in the group
known as the vampire. but their just cliche, so forget about that part.
i know your dying to know about my family connections, but since my parents
are Elizabeth and Jacob, i have many connections i couldn't even tell you
them all. anyways, don't judge me by parents, please. it gets annoying. especially
when the paparazzi keep tell me i look like kevin flamme but i really can't see it.
can't wait to see you in the vip room, darling !

baby, its the life of a hollywood celeberity
they all say they wanna know, but they really don't

likes :
¢¾ being laid-back
¢¾ helping his friend
¢¾ being there for people
¢¾ having fun
¢¾ hanging with his friends
¢¾ being himself
¢¾ partying
¢¾ hanging out
¢¾ knowing that he can please people
¢¾ making people laugh
¢¾ being happy
dislikes :
¢¾ being stressed
¢¾ not being able to do anything about a stressful situation
¢¾ being alone
¢¾ not being with people
¢¾ not being able to help out his friends
¢¾ making people upset
¢¾ having to treat people with respect they don't deserve
¢¾ being confused about situations
¢¾ being annoyed
¢¾ being angry
¢¾ any emotion that makes him upset in any way
¢¾ getting drunk
fears :
¢¾ being abandoned
¢¾ hurting people, emotionally
¢¾ having to make a difficult decision
¢¾ being too stressed
habits :
¢¾ singing to himself instead of to people
¢¾ tries to hard to be normal
¢¾ eating without thinking
¢¾ being over-protective
strengths :
¢¾ being protective of the ones he loves
¢¾ his vampire skills(obviously)
¢¾ his sensitivity
¢¾ his compassion
¢¾ knowing he could be lethal
weaknesses :
¢¾ being too sensitive
¢¾ his emotions getting the best of his sometimes
¢¾ kind of a pushover with his family/coven
¢¾ being drunk(not a big fan)
secrets :
¢¾ loves loves to write poetry
¢¾ hates the fact that he's too sensitive
personality :

As a vampire, Eric is a badass. He is lethal as shit, and can take down just about anyone. You really don't want to get on his bad side, because it may be the last thing you do. His fighting skills are outstanding, and he is like "BAM, I'll kick your ass.".

But he has more humanity than any other vampire. He is sweet, compassionate, and loving. He will do anything and everything to protect his coven. He is a majorly sweet guy, and would go to any length to be the best person he can be to anyone. He doesn't really try to impress people, per se, but he definitely can be an impressive person, even when he doesn't try. He hates being stressed out, and being upset, because that's just not him. He is a pretty laid back person, and is really emotionally sensitive, and sweet. If he loves you, he is very protective of you. He wouldn't hesitate to kick somebody's ass over him/her. He is very protective, maybe sometimes too protective, and he realizes this.

Though, if you make him angry as a human, then he will not hesitate to tell you off, and be a bastard. His has a really ugly anger side, and rarely lets it show. You really have to piss him off in order for him to be ugly about it.

a celebrity always should have thick skin
which means they have to be super skinny so that you cant see the toughness

hair color : brownish/black
eye color : brown
height : 5'7"
weight : 154
style :

He dressed rather professionally most of the time. Although he is very laid back, he is still very formal, and usually dresses like that. Hell, even his pajamas are formal. He probably owns maybe four pairs of jeans, and five or six actual tee-shirts. He always wears formal shoes, even when he's wearing jeans.

The only time he'll even think about putting anything casual on, is when he's out with a bunch of people or he and his coven are playing sports. Only then will he even consider putting on something casual.

only a couple things last forever
reputation is deffinetly the most important

mothers name / age / job : Elizabeth Leann Jameson / 37 / house wife/mother - dead
fathers name / age / job : Jacob Andrew Jameson / 40 / farmer - dead
siblings / age / job : Isabella Juliet Jameson / 6 / didnt have one too young - dead
other important people : Daniella Francis Carter-Jameson / 34 / step mom/house wife - dead
pets : None
history :

I was born to Elizabeth and Jacob Jameson in the year 1819. Not much to say about then because, well I don’t remember much of it. So I’ll be skipping some years of my life. Right now I’ll start at my first year of school, well one of them.
What we call Kindergarten, first grade, second grade, etc now was just called school then, since all the grades were together. I started school when I was about five or six. I went to school whenever I could but I sometimes skipped a few days to help out at home. Maybe once or twice a week, to really help. My parents wanted me to get a good education and only left me home with them when they really needed to. The school wasn’t too big so there weren’t that many kids there. I did get a good education and I have to say that they taught better then than they do now. But let’s skip ahead a bit.

At the age of ten, I was told that I needed to figure out what my job was going to be, we called it a trade then. I soon decided to just go into farming and help out on our farm and keep it forever. I helped out on the farm everyday before school and after school. It seemed to be a good choice, since nothing else interested me.
A few months after I turned eleven my little sister Isabella was born. I thought it was exciting to have a younger sibling, even though my friends at school thought different. At least the guys did. I liked being an older brother and I tried to help my mother out with taking care of her. My sister and I were actually pretty close. She always wanted me to play with her and so I did. I was willing to do what ever I could to make her day.

When I turned fourteen, and my sister was three, my mother grew sick. She would get sick and get very pale and cold. I would stay home those days and help my dad take care of my sister. I had the choice to drop out of school and I did. Back then it didn’t matter much. My mother got better and could then take care of my sister again so that I could work out in the fields with my father. But she soon grew ill again. Her health would grow then fall again and again till I hit the age of fifteen. My mother grew sicker than she had ever before. She grew much weaker this time and couldn’t get well again. Nothing the doctor or we did could help her. Soon she grew weak enough that she just let go. She passed away on December twenty-ninth. Most people died more in the winter because of more sicknesses. It was left up to me and my dad to take care of the farm and my sister. At least that was how it was till my father met a woman who had just been coming through town. She had been widowed and my father made the suggestion to get married. Which happened. I respected her enough to listen to her, but she also grew to respect me and let me do what I knew was right for my sister and myself. She was a fairly sweet lady and she didn’t punish us because she knew our loss.

Sadly when I turned seventeen we had gotten an UN broken horse that my father had bought to break in so he could use it for town visits and to plow the fields. Well he hadn’t quite gotten it broken into being able to ride yet. But my sister loved the horse and she had befriended it. We had told her not to ride it and yet when my father and I were out in the field she had snuck into the pasture and caught the horse petting it a bit. Once we turned away from watching her, we heard a scream from the horse and a run of hooves then another sudden blood curdling scream. I turned around and my father looked up. While the horse was running away we saw my sister on the ground. Isabella had fallen off of the horse when it had reared and it let her fall off and hit the ground hard. We ran as fast as we could to her and my father gently picked her up off the ground. Our step mother ran out side. Fear filling her eyes. My dad followed and sent a look back at me and I nodded. I ran to the barn and took one of our other horses, putting her bridle on and walking her outside and jumped on her back. I kicked her and she started to run as fast as I could get her to. We rode to the Doctor’s house and I jumped off running to the door. He followed me back home on his own horse and when we got there he ran inside while I put the horses in the barn.

I ran into the house and into her room where my family and the Doctor was. She was breathing kind of heavily and there didn’t seem to be much hope for her now. The fall was worse than we thought. The doctor said she must’ve been kicked when she fell off. My six year old sister died that next morning. I had stayed up all night with her in her room but she soon just slipped away in her sleep. It was devastating and I was really pained. It still hurts now, but I have more to tell you than this.

My father was more devastated than I was about her death since she was his daughter. The next year he died because of loss of strength. He was getting older and back then people didn’t live very long. His death was just a natural death. It was slightly shocking but we knew he didn’t have long. My step mother died soon after from the flu.

One night, the same year my father and step mother died, I was walking along in the dark, which I regret now. I always thought vampires were just in stories but I guess those stories were true, because suddenly something jumped out at me from the bushes and knocked me down. I cannot tell you that I did not try to fight back because I did but I sadly was bitten. And it was not directly on the neck. It was around my collar. I screamed but where I was, no one could hear me. I remember a bunch of pain through my body but the burning was worse at my collar. A few days later I woke up in the woods. I was moved there. I didn’t know where I was or how I got there but I did somehow.

I had begun to travel to get back home and I had no problem with walking around except I tried to avoid human’s cause I knew I’d hurt then from the way I felt around them. I tried to keep my control. I met a few elders, as we call them, and they started to teach me what I know now. Soon after I was found and taken in by the elders I met Dia. We actually clicked and become the best of friends. She was and still is older than me, but we are like brother and sister now. When we had the choice to leave and find, or make, our own covens it was hard for me to choose. But Dia had made her choice to go wherever I went and I made the same choice to go wherever she went. So we started our own coven together. I was named the leader since she didn’t want to lead.

After the coven started Dia had come to me once we had had at least a few others in the coven. She had said she had a vision of a vampire in some area far from where we lived. I set out on this mission to find the vampire. I soon found him and he was kind of iffy about talking to me but soon warmed up when he found I would help him. I learned his story and brought him back to the coven watching and making sure none of the other members treated him badly because of the scar his past had left.

When the school year started I decided to go and learn like all the other humans did. Though I knew enough already I never did finish school when I first started it. So I enrolled in the high school. That might have been a dumb decisions but also a good one. I had enrolled for the junior high part and that’s when I saw this girl. She was probably the prettiest thing I had ever seen but I tried to ignore my feelings towards her. She was human and I am not. But soon Dia had befriended the girl and had introduced her to me making how I felt worse. The girls name was Cameron. I was a bit nervous around her but that became less and less as time went on.

Today I guess you could say that I love her. I think I do. But I’m confused at this. I don’t know if I should take her in and make her mine for good or just drink her till I cannot anymore. She has premonitions and usually only vampires have powers. I don’t know what to do and I hope when I do it’s the right thing.

darling, we all wanna know you
though we may not tell you we do

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how many years have you been roleplaying ? : six
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