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Eriel’s voice raises , with a sob , and she may or may not be a little high . She’s at the verge of starting to cry , inconsolable by any means , when she reveals her affliction to the person trying to comfort her .
“ Father… never told me if dogs spoke English or latin! ” She sobs , oh she sobs , about something so stupid .
A smirk slithers upon his lips, and Jameson does little to fight it off. It’s a random statement, but ever so sweet that she seems to care so much about language of canines. ❝I don’t believe they speak either,❞ he responds, his voice soft. ❝They speak dog.❞
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It was Ellie’s day off from working at the diner nearby and she came to the coffee shop to do what she normally did. Grab a coffee, a buttered croissant and read her book. She was on line waiting to ordered when the male turned to them. She raised her brow at the question. “Well I guess it depends on your taste? Are you a strong and not sweet coffee kind of guy or do you like sweet drinks?” She asked quietly.
❝Strong and boring is my usual go to,❞ the warlock answers, as the side of his lips widen into a pesky smirk. ❝But I want to do something different today.❞ Jameson shifts his head to to the right. ❝So what are your recommendations for a sweet drink?❞
“absolutely no clue.” even for a vampire, nikhil was excessively lazy during the day. it was rare he would be up at 11 AM, let alone out and about. still, he was trying to make his impression upon the town, a certain craving to be talked about, and if that meant showing up to a coffee shop, disheveled and slightly hungover looking (no matter how quickly he processed alcohol–to be up this early meant he looked hung over), that’s what he would do. he itched to put a cigarette between his lips, but it had become quite the trend in recent years to ban smoking indoors in about every location. “i tend to either go for the most extravagant sounding drink or the plainest. no in the middles.”
Ocean orbs watches the stranger stick the cigarette in his mouth, as curiosity gnaws at his thoughts. It’s easy to brush the action off as bizarre, disrespectful young person behavior, but Jameson wonders if there’s more to his one than meets the eye. . ❝I don’t think you can smoke in here, man,❞ Jameson tells him, falling into the role of concerned citizen so easily, even though he could care less about the lungs of innocent bystanders. ❝That’s not a bad mantra to live by.❞ He shrugs. ❝Medium black drip for me,❞ he tells the cashier when it is his turn to order.
alaska looked up from her phone, she took out an ear bud and smiled to the man. “I’m sorry,” she grinned, pausing the music. “one more time, please?”
He’s got a smile tied to his lips, and it’s enough to hide his annoyance. He’s not a fan of repeating himself. ❝Do you know what’s good here?❞ Jameson asks following with a shrug. ❝I guess I could’ve looked it up on Yelp, but it gives me an excuse to talk to a pretty face.❞
sage was busy looking over the menu when the man in front of her turned to speak to her. “huh? oh, no. i- i’ve never really been here before. i’m only here because my coworkers are always talking about how great their coffee is.” of course, that’s what everyone said about the coffee shops in every other town she’s been to. “if it helps, i was going to get a mocha latte. i can’t really tell you if it’s good or not until i try it but it was highly recommended.”
❝Well, I would hope so. This is a coffee shop, after all.❞ It’s a tad harsh, but the smirk that is tied to his lips proves that it’s meant light heartedly. ❝A mocha latte, huh? That doesn’t sound bad at all. I’ll take your coworkers word for it.❞ When it’s his time to place his order, Jameson takes a step towards the counter. ❝Can I get two mocha lattes?❞ He whips his head back to the stranger. ❝For the recommendation, your coffee’s on me.❞
the young witch had been standing there herself for about fifteen minutes because she couldn’t make up her mind and also she didn’t want to go home ( her father was having friends over ) so she did her best to drag out the time. alice lifted her head to look at the male who was talking to her all of a sudden. she smiled. “the chai latte and the chocolate chip cookies but not the coffee.. unless you really like coffee than maybe.” personally she wasn’t a fan of coffee. hands slipped into the pocket of her red coat. “the apple pie is also delicious.” being nineteen, alice had never left covington technically so she had seen all the changes it had gone through and the bad things that had happened.
Baby blues scroll over the stranger, as the warlock gets a sense of whom he’s speaking to. She’s young, cute, and kind, which is a relief, as girls have tongues sharp as knives these days. Jameson can tolerate a cut or two (or three or four or five…), but he much prefers softness in strangers . It almost warms his own heart. ❝I’m a coffee fein,❞ he tells her, as it appears that youngster doesn’t have the taste buds for the acquired flavor. ❝But I’ve got a hankering for something sweet, so a chai latte and apple pie it is. I don’t know how well it will pair, but I’m willing to take the risk. ❞
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In his absence, his hometown of Covington has changed. Some buildings had remodeled it’s decor and aesthetic, others that stood have been demolished, and new establishments had been built altogether. The coffee shop he stands in, is one of them. The warlock furrows his eyes at the menu, deciding whether not he should stick with his regular medium black drip, or if should venture out and try a mocha chai latte. When he feels the presence of another, Jameson turns to them. ❝I’m asking you this, with the fear of looking like an absolute idiot,❞ he begins, cracking a small grin, ❝but do you know what’s good here?❞
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location: the party thrown by josephine macevoy
“you know what? this party could use with a little bit of mayhem, don’t you think?” she asked, raising a single brow. she lifted her cup to her lips, downing half of the beer that she’d poured into the cup. she was never one to shy away from a party, especially in a town like covington. known for her antics, and her more than simply just reckless ways, her request really shouldn’t have come as a surprise. it wasn’t that the party was dull by her tastes, but no one had started a fight yet, and there hadn’t even been an arm wrestling challenge yet. keen to get some trouble started at the gathering, she chewed on her lip, and cotninued, “so, you in or what? cause i may or may have an idea or two about getting this party actually going!”
His dirty blonde brows raise, not with criticism or judgment, but because he impressed with this firecracker stranger. Never the one to turn away a good time, the warlock takes a swig from his bottle and nods accordingly. “I’m in, definitely in.” A smirks sprouts on his lips. “I’d love to hear what ideas you have. Does this place have a pool? If I get a couple more beers in me, I’m not opposed to skinny dipping.” His wink swears he’s joking, but his thoughts say otherwise.
“hey, uh–” naija hesitated, anxiety pooling in her stomach. she had once been so outgoing. so unafraid. how much things had changed. the werewolf held out a wallet in her hand, arm outstretched. “i thiiiink you dropped this?” naija had been out on a walk on her own for a little bit, she hadn’t even stopped to check who the person might be yet.
What a pure coincidence. Coincidence that he noticed the stranger a few feet away before passing her. Coincidence that he’s equipped with a guilty hand. Coincidence that’s her heart is filled compassion rather than greed. When she hands him the thrown wallet, relief washes over his expression. “Wow, thank you.” Jameson does not hesitate to reach for it, he also does not hesitate when he gets her hand instead. A smile blossomed upon his lips as he drifts his hand away, and shoves the wallet in his back pocket. “I would have been shit out of luck. You are my savior for today.”
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aaron tviet? no, that’s just JAMESON LEROY ( cis male+ he/him ). you know, the thirty two year old witch who’s been known to be observant but misleading. they’ve also been dubbed the joker for those exact reasons.
A like = me popping in your IMs to plot.
He was the first child of his parents, Beatrice, a history professor at the nearby community college and Grey, the town’s local pediatrician. Like his parents before him, Jameson was born and raised in Covington.
Growing up, life was completely normal for Jameson. He was your typical American boy. He was the apple of his parents eyes, he excelled at sports (but baseball was his favorite), and he was more interested in girls than his academics. But the Leroys had a family secret, they were witches.
You don’t become one of the state’s top pediatricians without a little help, but Grey kept this a secret from his wife, as well as his children. He did not want to expose them to a supernatural life.
This secret would’ve followed Grey to the grave if destiny did not intervene. When Jameson was sixteen, he begins having these strange dreams where he was visited by an ancestor of his, named Victor Leroy. He revealed information to Jameson, like that he was a witch and their family history of black magic and necromancy. At first, Jameson thought that these were bizarre dreams, but when he started seeing Victor’s figure in places that weren’t his dreams (like at school or when he was hanging out with his friends), he concluded that this what not his imagination, this was real.
Victor mentored Jameson in magic, but made him keep it a secret from his family. He was okay with that, as he was angry with his father for hiding this from him. But with Victor’s mentor ship, the boy began to change. He was no longer friendly, easy going Jay. He was aggressive and mean towards his peers (basically became a bully). When his siblings got under his nerves, he had no problem throwing a punch. He yelled at his mother, fought with his father. He wasn’t their perfect golden boy. He was different.
He followed everything Victor said. So one evening, when an argument between Jameson and his father got too heated, he dropped the bomb of “I know what we are!” He proved with it with using pyrokenesis and setting the couch on fire. (All under Victor’s advisement ofc)
Beatrice screamed in fear, and that what threw Jameson off. He accidentally set the whole house on fire. He was able to escape, but his parents were not so lucky.
After the fire, Jameson left Covington. He was nomadic for a few years, never staying in one place too long and making friends along the way.
When he was twenty five, he found a coven of black magic witches outside of Portland, Oregon. With enough years, manipulation, and smooth talk, Jameson rose to become their leader.
Now that he was the leader, he finally had enough witches to help him bring his ghostly mentor back to the living. Things took a turn for the worse. Whatever they “brought back” wasn’t Victor and the entity went on a killing spree of the entire coven. A witchy brawl ensued and the coven collapsed in flames. Jameson barely escaped and for the first time since he was sixteen, he was alone.
This happened about three months ago. Desperate and no where else to go, Jameson returned to Covington, for the first time in fourteen years.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:
I will posting wanted connections for Jameson’s siblings and former members of his coven on the main!
FIRST LOVE: Gosh, I’m sucker for “we used to be so in love but so much has changed since then”-esque plots. That’s exactly what this would be. She was a cheerleader, he was a baseball player, and their love was genuine. Until Jameson found out what he is, and then their relationship changed for the worse.
CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: Jameson’s boy growing up. They were the inseparable gruesome twosome starting in elementary school following into high school.
FORMER FLINGS: Jameson was a ladies man as a teen, and still is. These could’ve been teenage lustful flings that happened while he was still in Covington. Or these could have happened during his early twenties when he was living all over the country. Jameson is pansexual, so any gender is welcome.
FRIENDS: Childhood friends from Covington, or friends from his travels work as well. I’m not sure how great of a friend Jameson is, but these can be characters who’s company he enjoys.
ENEMIES: Jameson is the worst so I’m sure he has his fair share of enemies out in the world. It would be interesting to have a vampire or any other immortal who had beef with Victor or someone else from the Leroy lineage. Or someone who was friends with his parents who was pissed about what happened to them.
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