James Robichaud
Character Bio
Name
James Robichaud
Player
Landshark
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Doll
Age
45
Claimed
Intended for Giselle Tussaud
Orientation
Straight
Hair
Dark brown w/gray
Eyes
Hazel
Height
6'2
Appearance
Standing and moving with the unmistakable air of a military man, James is none the less comfortable at all times. At home in a bar or museum gala he stands out in the fact that he isn’t remarkable. His stocky build is hidden under a layer of age and alcohol. Always sporting a rough beard and brushed back hair he wears his gray like a badge of honor for having lived so long. Usually dresses in comfortable but nice clothing and a jacket of one kind or another.
Personality
James is about as laid back as can be. More than willing to move through life without attracting attention. Not one to start trouble he keeps to himself. Should trouble seek him out however it is met with decisive action and little fan fair. Having been raised by his grandmother he respects women and is a bit of a romantic, that even the military couldn’t change. A man of few words he says it as he sees it. Having lost most of his friends over the years he doesn’t make them easily though you wouldn’t think so by how easily he relates with people.
Ons & Offs
No Bathroom Play
History
Born James Francis Robichaud on the 6th of June, 1970. James never got a chance to know his parents. His father was a soldier who left for duty one day and never came home. His mother took it hard and proceeded to drink heavily. After several incidents ending finally in an auto accident the state took him away from her. It was then James found his real home. His estranged grandmother, on his fathers side, stepped forward to claim him sparing him a life of foster homes.
Growing up in the old part of Chalmette, Louisiana wasn’t so bad except that there was little for a boy to do but get into trouble. His Grandmother, Lucilla, did her best to curb his rowdy ways. She put him into a private school and made sure he had etiquette classes hoping to make him into a proper gentleman but it didn’t take. James was too much like his father she would say on occasion. This meant rough housing and drinking. When he turned 18, he and a group of friends thought it would be fun to steal a car. The ride didn’t end as they had planned. James got busted as the driver and was hauled in front of a judge. His Grandmother pleaded with the judge though and James was given 2 options, jail or the military. He chose the military and thus the offense was kept off his record. A month later he was in training. James had found his nitch. What the schools and private tutors hadn’t done a hard nosed gunny sergeant did.
He made the military his life. In it he found the structure he needed and a purpose he had never had. After his first few years he took the next step and went into BUD/S. It was the hardest thing he had ever done but like all things hard it was worth it. He went in a mostly green Marine and came out a SEAL. Less than a year later the war in Iraq came to be. James and his team did more than their share of missions and after his second tour he was folded into the next stage then the next. Eight years after he finally had had enough. Orders were coming from politicians more and more. Intel was getting worse and worse and he was loosing friends at an alarming rate. A few of his friends had retired already and had asked him if he was interested in making some real money doing what he already did but with more say in how things got handled.
A few months later he was working as a private security agent with Blackwater. What he found out was that yes, the money was good but the orders still came from men who had never been on the ground. The only difference was dollars over votes. Unfortunately he had signed a contract so he was legal bound to stay its duration. Once over James went solo. Hiring himself out as a bodyguard. This is when he finally got to see the world, not just the hellish war torn parts. He was an over seas security expert. He would meet his employer at their plane and travel with them to wherever and make sure they were secure on their trip. Added muscle for their own security most would say. This work is not regular however and after many years of coming home just for holidays he got the call. His Grandmother had passed away and it was time to come home.
James didn’t inherit anything from his Grandmother. They had talked about it in detail years earlier. He was in good shape financially and she had many charities that she loved. Her assets would be liquidated. The house would go to a battered women’s outreach program and everything else would be divided out amongst the rest. James would get ownership of the family mausoleum as well as a few minor heirlooms. He made it home just in time for the service. There wasn’t much of an extended family and many of the mourners were from various charities and organizations she worked with. He couldn’t stay locally any more. Moving up the road to New Orleans just seemed the right thing to do.
