James 'Jacob' Ecote:<br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1110044<br/><br/>Background.<br/>Childhood:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">James' parents weren't quite normal. His father was an illegal drugs dealer (low on the hierachy), his mother one of his favorite groupies. Thanks to his father's strict control, his mother got off drugs during pregnancy, trying to keep herself clean afterwards as well. Ironically, this began to cause a split in his family, his mother no longer wanting part of his father's drug business. When James' was 10 years old, the two got divorced, but his father won the parental rights due to... Financial backing. Although being raised in the environment his father traversed was tough, it had its benefits. He was free. Free as long as he worked for what he wanted. Did he want sex? Seduce someone. Did he want money? Sell some drugs. But, as James' grew older, he began to grow restless. He didn't want to be stuck in the life he had, selling drugs and being a scum like his father - so he told his father he had to move out. Strangely, when his father heard this, he did nothing but smile. "Hey homie... Make me proud out there, yea?". James' replied with a nod and a confused stare.</div></div><br/>Adulthood:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">His first years on his own weren't the easiest. All his life, he had only known the bizarre comfort of his father's care, and now, he was on his own. He had a little apartment of his own, next to no income, no special education and no local friends. He had moved far away from his father's embrace, in order to make sure he'd make a proper life of his own. Thing is, he lived no such life. At his wits ends, lonely and depressed, he began to drink and whore like crazy. Whenever he managed to seduce someone, through a means or the other, it meant he didn't have to pay for his own food that one day. It kept him going, but it didn't last long. There it was, the epitome of all his stress in that fateful day, where he stood in front of that fateful store. <em>I wonder what that tastes like...</em>.<br/><br/>Pretending to have a gun under his coat, he went in, asked for petty change, left and purchased himself a steak like he had never tasted it before. Not long after, the police was had found him, and his future was now certain.</div></div><br/>Age 18.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He's out of jail and back on the streets. In jail, he learned a lot of tips and tricks as to how to survive on your own, his fellow inmates often bragging loudly on how they manage themselves. So, first things first, he went to the local bar, got himself a beer, talked up the bartender and miraculously managed to get a job as an assistant at said bar. As he worked in the bar, he was occasionally allowed to work as the bartender whenever the regular bartender was sick or generally doing something else. On one such day, a strange man came up to him and offered him a job beyond his wildest scope of imagination. "You know how to talk. I can hear it, how your voice utters confidence where there should be none. I'm the manager of a local bank, and if you came to work with us - who knows what your future will bring?"</div></div><br/>Age 24.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He takes the job in the bank as a measly assistant. Although he did little but carry water forth and back, he didn't care. He was ecstatic - this was his chance! Whenever he got the chance, he tried to come with ideas or suggestions to his superiors, trying to show him his worth. For years, he'd take and odds and ends of a chance he'd get - and once again, it paid off. Many years later, he's in the comfortable position of financial salesman, whose skills rivals those who work at the national level. Even then, his manager made sure to keep him from leaving the local bank - why, he never understood, a sense of anger boiling underneath his surface. But, he'd soon learn why.</div></div><br/>Age 30.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He's called up to his manager's office. For a while, a strange sensation of power had slowly turned into headaches and nightmares, and he had no idea why himself. At first, the haunting sensations were weak. They were a slight nuisance. Then, the fateful day struck him, all at once.<br/><br/>He had been called up for a 'chat' with his boss, the manager of the local bank he worked at. The conversation started out quite solemnly and formally like any other conversation with his boss, him flaring a confident smile, his boss' eyes piercing his mask without even trying - all was as it had always been. Then, his boss leaned in closer, glaring straight into James' eyes, not saying anything for at least five seconds.<br/><br/>"What? I didn't take you for the romantic type~"<br/><br/>James tried to joke to hide his own shaky feeling that something was off.<br/><br/>"You've said in your reports you've felt weird lately, am I right?"<br/><br/>His boss said without a blink with his eyes.<br/><br/>"Worried about me, are you? You're too kind... But, I appreciate it."<br/><br/>James replied, trying to give off a sincere smile, but he knew his boss realized he was merely being flattered. His boss still didn't wince or make even a slight move.<br/><br/>"I've known for a while. You're awakening, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"What, you mean to tell me I'm dreaming?"<br/><br/>"One could say that, yes."<br/><br/>James leaned back into his chair, leaning his left arm against the armchair before his right hand subconsciously reached for his cheek, now deep in thought.<br/><br/>"Well, let me show you what I mean."<br/><br/>The boss removed his hands from his mouth and spoke to James without moving his lips.<br/><br/>'This is what I mean. I anticipate your nightmares might get much worse tonight, James.'<br/><br/>And true enough, ever since leaving his boss' office that day, his headaches grew and grew like never before, his nightmares growing much more powerful. Then, one night, he finally stopped having nightmares. Instead, he saw a strange tower...</div></div><br/>Age 31.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Present time. He meets up with people who are to be part of his new future as a mage, a fate he thought ridiculous his entire life. While the group didn't have a long past together, he was optimistic, certain that he could somehow turn this lemon into lemonade.</div></div><br/>>Might remake this at some point, but I mostly put it out there as a basis for the way my character acts<