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Character's name:
Jamison Alexander Colt
Nicknames / aliases:
Jamie
Colt
Character's LJ / AIM name:
correction_colt
CorrectionColt15
Character's age & DOB:
29
January 15, 1979
Occupation:
Manager for Bella Black at Red Brick Records
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Portrayal:
Jensen Ackles
Distinguishing features: Tattoo on top of left wrist of a pentagram, almost always covered up with a watch. Severe scars on his back, almost never shirtless.
Personality:
Jamison is a very straight forward person, and has no qualms about informing people he lives his life exactly as he wants. When he was younger this meant partying, sleeping with just about anything that breathed, and doing everything he could to find power. He was often cruel when he was younger, taking what he wanted, not caring what anyone thought and not giving a damn what it did to anyone.
Over time he's calmed down, and focused himself onto the one thing that continues to matter to him, music. Even in his wildest days, music always found it's way to him and seemed to save him when nothing else could. Now Jamison is the same straight forward, give it to you without sugar coating person, but he's much more conscious of how he affects others, and himself. He's fully dedicated to his job. He’s classic “middle man” and is good at both giving and taking orders. He usually lives somewhere between sarcastic and silently tortured, though most people would never know why.
Likes:
heavy metal,
brunettes
red heads
monster movies
singer/songwriters
Johnny Cash
art deco
renaissance influence
Picasso
his Impala
Punk
Grunge
70’s Rock
80’s Rock
Dislikes:
Cults
Boy Bands
the news
documentaries
seeing people hurt
protests
cops
fire
organized religion
Muzac
Marilyn Manson
Secrets/Quirks:
The volume on anything he owns must be set at an increment of five
hates tomatoes
can recite the higher archey of all major religions
Unplugs everything before he leaves the house for fear of fire
could survive on carrots
Strengths:
Giving and taking orders
works well under pressure
devoted friend
Weaknesses:
Heroine
a pretty brunette
power
short temper
perfection oriented
Family:
One brother, Mason.
History:
Jamison was born to a regular middle class family, with one younger brother, Mason, a dog, a father he barely remembers and a mother he hates. His father was killed in a drunk driving accident when he was five and his mother quickly followed in the man’s ways, taking to staying out at all hours, drinking herself half way to death and bringing home strange men. This led Jamie to taking care of his brother, who was only two years younger, and trying his best to keep them away from the bad people who were always coming to try and take them away. It wasn’t until he approached puberty and his body began to change that he realized his relationship with his mother was indefinitely broken, compounded by the fact that she brought him to bed with her when she wasn’t bringing home men. The situation went on until Jamison was 18. He took Mason and left their mother, never to return.
Jamison moved them from New Jersey to California and spent the next two years working his ass off at three minimum wage jobs to get by; his only concern was making sure Mason got by. That Mason had enough food, enough spending money, and clean clothes, everything he needed for school. When his brother won a full ride to the University of Tennessee and a starting spot on the school’s basketball team, Jamison let himself live.
One night, while hanging out at a bar, he found himself being seduced by a young man with dark hair and dark eyes, and that was the night Jamison was lured into the dark underbelly of the world, the Satanic Church. As a personal “pet” of a fairly high ranking official he enjoyed everything the Church had to offer him, power, money, and more sex and drugs than could possibly be handled by any one person. He was in the middle of a heavy heroin fog when Mason showed up on his doorstep. His house a mess, his back a bloody, infected mass from a lashing session with “Alanzo”, his master, and he didn’t want his brother anywhere near him. It took weeks of convincing and then months of planning for Mason to extract Jamison from the Church but eventually they had enough resources to get out.
Mason and Jamison moved to New York, starting over, fighting Jamison’s heroin addiction and still fearful of the satanic cult they had run from. With the two brothers living in Mason's one room apartment Jamison knew he needed a job more than anything. After working a couple minimum wage jobs again and doing nothing else, Jamison's brother dragged him to a local coffee shop to hear one of his favorite unsigned musicians play, a young woman named Bella Black, and Jamison was very impressed. He cornered the young woman and they spent the following hours talking about her music. The two became good friends and when Bella was approached by Red Brick Records with a contract as a solo artist she put out the idea of Jamison being her manager, despite his lack of experience.
RP Sample:
The music pulsated through his body, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. People who said this stuff was fake, nothing but a bunch of loaded freaks with nothing better to do, were dead wrong. Dead wrong, as could be seen by the cop, lying bloody and beaten on the floor. Jamison wasn't sure if the man was dead, and didn't really care. No one did. That's what happened when they tried to infiltrate. This wasn't a gang, and bunch of punks with violence issues. This, this was a counter religious movement. They had power that no one could even contemplate, let alone understand. Because in serving themselves, they were serving the only one who mattered.
Jamison grinned as a young girl who looked very much like a pixie in a child's painting wondered over, leading a young man with tousled brown hair by a chain. "Emma! You brought me a present?"
"I thought you might like him, Colt. He's ever so fresh. Not a mark on him. I thought you might enjoy playing with him."
Jamison gave what could only be described as a truly evil smile to the man's down turned head. He could feel the steal in his hand now, warm, but red hot on the end, just waiting to sear into this virgin flesh before him.
"This isn't you," the man said, not lifting his head.
Jamison looked at him, eyes narrowed. "Who gave you permission to speak?"
"This isn't you, Jamie," he said again, lifting his head. Jamison gasped as Mason's eyes stared back at him.
Jamieson Colt woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as the ghost of his brother's eyes stared back at him in the dark room. He coughed a few times, eventually holding back the food coming up from his stomach and laid back, staring at the ceiling, his brother's eyes still staring at him. "God, I'm sorry," he whispered.