Oren James

[Oren James]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Oren James Crosswell PET NAMES: N/A AGE: Thirty-two BIRTH DATE: October 21st BIRTH PLACE: Tephroiite District GENDER: Male SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight MARITAL STATUS: Widowed OCCUPATION: Weapons shop owner FEALTY: State OUT OF CHARACTER: Jamie/Jay-Meh WAYS OF CONTACT: YIM: xxacesandspadesxx EMAIL: [e-mail]

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HISTORY: He thought he died the day his wife died. In fact, he swore he did. His heart beat, but it was in pieces. His mind thought, but he remained numb. He breathed, he moved, and he worked, but he wasn't really alive.

Guilt does that to people, regardless if they're at fault or not.

All it took was one person. One enemy, one rival, one wanker to turn his life upside down.

Because of one little rumor that spread like wildfire, his life was over. Treason, is what they screamed. Proof? There was none, which was the only reason he wasn't put to death immediately. Instead, the state made his name known and anyone associated with the last remaining Crosswells would be suspected of treason, too.

That is why no one came to the aid of his pregnant wife when she fell ill. That is why no doctor would touch her or even look at her. That is why she died, seven months along. That is why he died with every shovel full of dirt that he removed for his wife and their unborn child's grave.

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: They wanted a weapon, they'd get a weapon, and Oren James would make sure it got the job done.

He no longer cared about ethics. (They took away his ethics.)

He no longer cared about humanity. (They'd already ruined humanity.)

And he no longer cared about life. (They took away his life.)

So what possessed him to agree to this job? What force in his world made him pick up that mallet and begin building this weapon that could kill hundreds. They'd clear his name, if he did this for them. It'd been a year since he was damned over a lie.

So then what?

Fear. As he beat the metal that would form the shape of this demanded destroyer, it was fear that controlled him. Fear that made him behave, fear that made him cooperate.

Oren was never scared of anything, he is not a frightful man. But the one thing that terrified him most was being alive with nothing. No family, no home, no income, no well being. They'd already taken away the most important thing to him, but he couldn't allow the rest of it to be gone, too. So he obeyed for his own sake.

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