EDITEDSyveren: James Gray: Male: Status (Free Man): Lead surgeon and Head of SyN Co. :List other characters yours knows:
a few characters that Poisin will be creating once I have approval for the game.Age: 32Nationality:Native American and Latin Physical attributes:
~(6"4, 208, Black & light brown )
(Adds I made for SYN Co. For fun)
Picture 7Background and Personality Notes:
Enter Ahanu, James Grays Father. A young individual off the Navajo reservation, he used his native status to earn money for a proper college education. He decided to make a name for himself in the field of pharmaceuticals, seeing how fast the Market for genetic enhancement was growing, yet it had little direction. Though he was at the bottom rung, what Ahanu Gray lacked in position he made up for in devious maneuvering, he would play back the white man's greed against him and and win by those rules. He Americanized his image changing his name to Anthony, in order to gain respect and acceptance, with his colleagues. He rose from low man on the totem pole to a power player and innovative mind in the Mayo Clinic. He was looking for a new direction to take his research.
Up until the debates of the slave laws he had primarily focused on returning hair and breast growth to female cancer patients. As history unfolded before him, Mr. Anthony Gray saw his opportunity when the Millennium Slave Law passed for cosmetic use of genetic enhancement. He would cater to this new world order, and from it he would profit, even as the freedoms of his people to govern their own ended. Anthony having experienced much hardship as well as the less than tolerable historical treatment regarding his people, has rather bitter views, "realist views" on the new laws themselves. With no family left to him, he carried on with his wife whom he charmed into a marriage where he fully dominated her.
Her name was Aya De la Vega, who having been domineered by powerful male figures her whole life, knew when to pick her battles and could be the picture of obedience. And so when the world reformed she survived, resourceful in her own right.
They had one Child, a son named James Gray. James was every bit as quick witted and opportunistic as his father. He took after his father's values. His Father was dissatisfied at the structure of what was taught in school, Anthony paid for top homeschooling by tutors he hand selected. They, like his father held a dim view of women. He only imparted the ideals both cultural and otherwise that he felt would benefit his son later in life. His wife had little to no say the older he became.
Finally he entered college, with goals of his own. He interned for two years at the Mayo Clinic and earned his undergraduate, and MA degree. During his education the slave laws were passed by that time he was a young man of twenty. His Father gladly enslaved his wife. James chose to stand with his father, on the new world order, it being an easy choice for him to make. He continued toward his degree at the Mayo clinic.
Despite having excelled there he still couldn't shake the whispers behind him as though people felt he'd been given what he accomplished, because of his father.
Needing to succeed outside of his fathers shadow and watchful eye, he attended the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities. Continuing on in Pharmaceutical Sciences, he earned his Medicinal Chemistry Ph.D. He desired to be a force to be reckoned with that stood out even from his family history. He expanded on what he'd learned and started his own genetic enhancement company.
Known as Syn Co. it boasted technology spanning Los Angeles U.S.A. to Tokyo, Japan. Syn co was one of a kind. They specialized in taking low rate and even downright unappealing slaves and turning them into sexually objectified masterpieces of carnal beauty.
They catered to the exotic ideals producing everything from ethereal Japanese albino beauties, that looked like creatures out of legend, as floor models displaying the level of skill that could be applied in wanting only the very rarest, complex and daring modifications. James excelled at catering to the high rolling client to turn their slave into their exact desire... for a price. Package Deals meant that they could even procure specific types of training for an owners slave.
As an Owner James was the very definition of a Sadist, a people person in public when handling the wave of PR that came with such high profile skills. In private, as soon as his boot crossed the threshold of his home, he took command in a much more complete world, He could relax and shed his mask of restraint. He found it amusing that for many Domination was simply the lay of the land.
Not so with James. It was truly who he was, that head space was applied to all he was, as natural as breathing. Pain to him was as exquisite an art as the women he sold. It was both arousing and cathartic, and better then the finest things on offer. The abuse he meted out would never be denied or fought against however.
His business plan had yielded fruit twofold. Before him, they were less than nothing and he'd given them more than they'd dreamed they could be. From the Mops they had been, he'd paid a pittance, he'd molded and resold them as top slaves with far brighter prospects, (as much as a slave could have anyway) and only a scant few were chosen.
He was Everything. He was the sun they revolved around, and if you followed the rules you were rewarded, like a good toy and pet you were shown good care, proud ownership, even possessiveness. But that was as far as it went beyond that he was cold and went no further. There was no love, for James could not love an object, could not love what he could not relate to.
However beautiful, slaves they were and slaves they would remain no higher in his sight than cattle, beneath him, and sub par. So there was use for him, a Man, to be wasting true emotion onto one who could not comprehend anything beyond serving for his pleasure. Too simple his girls were, with the blind loyalty born of saving them, and giving them stability. The poor stupid pretty little things. How he doted on the obedient ones who screamed his name. Come to think of it... (much like his favorite dogs
). (Indeed his Dogs probably received more along the lines of actual "love" as far as James was capable.)
James was cruel and reveled in his right to be so, favoring knives as his tool of choice, whips being a close second.
After all he could carve his very name into them, and honor indeed to bear such a name, and they would still fall asleep at his feet content at their role in his world. As it should be.
James purchased his facility, in the Principality. He spared no expense in remolding a section of the top floor for his personal use, including a dungeon. He has decided the best place for his business would be in Monaco, where both resources and business connections are available.
Few quick comments for the GM: If my character gets approved I would like him to have an business relation with Nereza, he recognizes that his clients from the US would be more impressed if his girls were trained for some of their roles outside of the country, and would probably contact her to do business with.