Post by drjuliusmayfair on Dec 3, 2008 4:00:10 GMT -7
The Handler
Name: Dr. Julius Gabriel Mayfair
Nickname: Doc, Jules, Ass, Asshole, Papa Blanche Rouge
Classification: Human
Gender: Male
Age & Birthday: 39, April 3, 1969
Appearance: Julius is a Scottish Caucasian male with ginger hair and light blue eyes. He stands at six feet tall and two inches, weighs in at 204 pounds. He body is trim with wiry muscles from running and fencing. His ginger hair is kept trimmed short and fashionable, his eyebrows trimmed also. He wears his beard clean shaven. His nails are trim and clean at all times. His skin is light, being of English descent, with a smattering of freckles across his face, his back and arms. His roguish mouth is framed by two parentheses when he smiles or talks. His nose is slightly crooked from a break as a child.
His body, as stated before, is well kept and nurtured. His body is well muscled for a man in his late forties and exercises daily to keep his stamina and reaction in check. He has several scars over his body: His hands are laced with fine scars from chickens and other small animals, larger scars on his arms from knife wounds, several bullet holes over his torso, a long scar on his back left leg from a shark bite.
Attire: Out in the world, his dress is very fine. He wears expensive clothing and enjoys them. All his clothing is custom made, including his shoes. He favors three piece suits in bright colors, the vests made of silk and rather garish patterns and colors. In his relaxing clothes, he likes trousers and sweaters, usually black or white only. He will occasionally wear khaki pants, never jeans. He never wears sneakers. He carries umbrellas with him, the pattern of the umbrella usually matching the pattern of his vest. He wears a Macintosh raincoat of black and leather gloves with any outfit. If he must wear a hat, it will always be a fedora.
His work clothes consist of the same fashion as he wears out in the world. , handmade and fashionable, but more worn and rugged. He wears special slip resistant boots, black trousers, a white cotton shirt and a black leather jacket. He carries a black leather messenger bag with his field kit inside. He wears a leather holster with his weapons under the jacket. He carries several different pairs of glasses.
The Creation
Name: Papa Blanche Rouge
Power List:
*Trance (On Himself and Others; Creating zombies)
*Calling the Loa
*Spirit Communication
Detailed Power:
*TRANCE: Used in the Voodoo ceremonies, Jules uses this hypnotic power to calm victims and patrons so it is easier to perform the Rights. Using this power on himself, he goes into a state where he is hyper focused on a task. This power allows him to function without sleep and food, invulnerable to heat and pain, and the convenience of not having to empty his bowels. An exhalent ability to finish paperwork! This power can only be used for no longer then two days on himself, and no longer then 6 hours on another person. Any longer and the body is permanently harmed. Outside a Voodoo ceremony, he uses Trance as a way to calm frightened clients and witnesses. When combing this power with the ingestion of what he refers to as his Zombie Mixes, the victim become a mindless drone for him to command for only as long as he provides a Zombie Mix everyday for the victim. Through his knowledge of herbs and Voodoo beliefs, he creates powders and drinks (Zombie Mixes) that when ingested, puts the inflicted in a death like trance. He uses his Trance ability on the inflicted so they obey only him. This only works on weak minded humans. He keeps a small bottle of powder on him at all times and blows it into the face of attackers. The attacker is affected as the powder hits them in the face, being absorbed into the eyes and up the nose and mouth. They will become limp immediately and docile until commanded by Jules. As states above, the inflicted only lasts as long as the powder in their system, depending on the amount, usually one day per dose.
*CALLING THE LOA: Jules is able, through his Voodoo training and his natural ability, to call the Loa (spirits worshipped by followers of Voodoo). He serves three specific Loas, and each gives him insight into the spirit world and abilities. Ayezan allows him passage into the spirit realm and acts as his guide. Ghede allows Jules to understand, but not speak, any language. Legba doesn’t allow Jules to do anything, but Jules prays mainly to him. These three are Jules’s personal Loa, but he can summon others in a time of need. He must offer food or blood to call the Loa. When a Loa over-takes his body, it burns through his energy at an alarming rate. He can only hold a Loa for a little more then half an hour. Any longer and he risks damage to his body, which he has done several times before learning to time the possessions. The damage is akin to a diabetic’s low sugar spell. After the possession, if he eats or drinks some juice, he’s usually fine. He can call the Loa no more then twice a day. The Loa spirits are like children, they grow bored of humans and their everyday lives and can only hold their attention towards a priest or priestess for so long.
*SPIRIT COMMUNICATION: Jules is able to see and speak to the departed souls of the living. Through his eyes, spirits are very similar to the living, they retain the shape they held at the point of their death. Some spirits have a stronger appearance then others according to their strength. Their strength can be dangerous to humans if they are an evil spirit, and Jules had learned how to protect those that are unaware through his Voodoo training and hoodoo. He uses his ability in his paranormal investigating duties. His peers rely on instruments to find spirits, he is able to see them and speak to them. With this ability, he could point spirits towards the light. He still learned to use the instruments, finding his ability sometimes turned his peers away or marked him as a crazy man.
The Potential
Alignment/Occupation: BPRD
Weapons: Machete, Colt 1911 .45 military issue pistol, Zombie powder.
Personality: Jules has had a lonely life. He was always an outcast, but he made up for it in brains and power. He is fugal with his emotions, not liking to display them in the extreme. He keeps them close to his chest, in other words. His face is usually blank, except for a roguish smile. He was always described as cold, robotic, and calculating, by colleagues and ex-girlfriends alike. After joining BPRD, he loosed up quite a bit. His sense of humor is off color and sometimes morbid. He still goes cold and vacant at times when he is thinking or working hard, but in all other times, he is loose and almost normal.
He has little quarks, like anyone has. He dislikes dirty places and is a little germaphobic at times. He grows angry if someone bothers his equipment or touches his things. He is defensive when talking religion. He is passionate about soccer, fencing, and gardening. He likes women as much as the next man, but they don’t seem to like him much. He hums to himself when he thinks he’s alone and working. He likes early forms of blues and big band music. When working in his office, his phonograph can always have some pressing playing (most recently its Louis Armstrong.) He is afraid of bananas, though he hides it well.
Skills: Plays Soccer, fluent in French, accomplished swordsman and marksman with several weapons: pistol (Semi-automatic and machine), rifle, shotgun, and in some cases, flame thrower. (See history) He has skills with computers, computer equipment: voice recorders(digital and analog), camcorders, photography equipment (digital, infrared, night vision, disposable), EMF measurement tools, Geiger counter. He can repair his own clothing, repair leather goods, clean weaponry. He can read: maps, blueprints, three ancient languages (Latin, Syriac, and Runic). He can mix potions and poisons, which means he has to large knowledge of herbology. He can kill chickens and goats with small knives, and is quite handy with a machete. He is magically inclined because of his Voodoo.
Strengths: Jules has trained himself to by physically and mentally strong. He had to be to become a Voodoo priest. He is an excellent swordsman but prefers the roughness of swinging a machete. He is focused on the job and supportive of teammates. He understands the evil of man, having seen it first hand. He is a great dog lover.
Weaknesses: He is a horrible driver, cats hate him, and he had yet to have one successful relationship. He lost contact with his parents and family long ago. He is sometimes seen as cold. He usually ignores stupid questions, deeming him rude. While he is supportive of teammates he prefers to work alone. Bananas give him the willies.
The Story
History: Julius was born on April 3rd 1969 in Edinburgh, Scotland. His mother, Judith, and his father, Jamie named their first born son after Jamie’s father. Julius was born suddenly and enjoyed an early childhood of being doted upon by his mother. In contrast, his father took to him coolly, treating him more or less as another mouth to feed. Despite the grimness of his relationship with his father, Julius was a happy and content child, until he started school. His school was situated over what was later to be called the Vaults, a very spiritually active area of the oldest part of the capital. The teachers thought him a very personal child. He had many friends, and a few admirers from the little girls. It was around the time his mother became pregnant that Jules encountered his first spirit.
It was a rainy afternoon and Jules had just got out of school. He dawdled on his way home, not wanting to do his chores. His mother was relying heavily on him these days, she was pregnant with twins. Jules was not looking forward to their birth. Jules was eight years old and up until this event in his life, he had been a normal child with a normal life. The day turned blustery and a storm suddenly raged up on him. He took shelter in a doorway of an old condemned building. The stone was crumbling in the doorway, Jules saw, it came away at his touch. Lightening flashed and Jules stumbled back, frightened. He tripped and the floor gave way. He slid down a tunnel into a dark hallway.
Jules was winded, but ok. He stood slowly, looking around. He could see where he fell down, the light above cast an eerie glow only a few feet in front of him. The inky darkness seemed to swallow the light from this point. He was unsure of where he was, but he was sure no one else had ever been here. In the early 1990s, this place would be discovered and called the Vaults. For now, Jules called it the Creepy Place. He removed a penlight from his jacket and shone it down the dilapidated hallway and up the archways that he was sure led into small rooms or more tunnels. Everywhere smelled of must, dust, and something else. Something Jules would know later in life. Death. He was afraid to move, but he heard shuffling. He heard heavy breathing and as he turned towards the sound, his light caught the transparent figure of a man. The man’s face was distorted in rage and he reached for Julius.
Horror filled every fiber of Jules’s being and he shrieked. He dropped his light and scrambled up through the hole, running all the way home. He tried to tell his mother what had happen, his father, and even his teachers, but no one believed him. Jules was raised a faithful Catholic, so he turned to the church for answers. He had been plagued by nightmares and sleepless nights. He kneeled at the alter and burst into frightened tears. He was thankful the church was empty at this time, he was ashamed of his fear. A priest came into the chapel, seeing Jules. The priest came to him, “My son, why are you so sad? A child should be happy and joyful.”
Jules looked up at the priest. He wiped furiously at his tears and told the priest his story.
“My son,” said the priest after Jules was finished, “What you saw was a spirit, one that has died and not moved on to the Light.”
“But he seemed so… evil…” Jules said quietly, remembering.
“Some are. Some are good and guide us. Some are just lost. They are confused and alone. We pray and do our penitence to not end up like one of the lost. Do not fear or fret, my son. Go out of here and live. Don‘t let the evils of the dead touch you so deeply. They are trapped in the dark, but you live in the light.”
Jules nodded as the priest patted his back and stood. A lady had meanwhile entered into the chapel and the priest walked towards her, making as if he was to greet her. Instead, the he passed right through he, turned around, and waved at Jules before he disappeared.
“Julius?” Mrs. Roberts asked, “Are you feelin’ well, son?”
Jules nodded slowly. He understood now. He was special. He was special and he had to keep it a secret. He was afraid of what he parents would think, and he didn’t want to worry them. His best friend after school now was the library and the bookshops. He absorbed as much as he could about spirits and mediums, which he believed himself to be. He sometimes snuck out at night to visit various graveyards to test the limits of what he could see and do. His friends stopped talking to him, he turned into someone they didn’t like. The teachers noticed him withdrawing from other children.
He had been sneaking out to graveyards, talking to spirits and reading up on them for two years after his first encounter. His sisters had been born and were totting two year olds. They drove ten year old Jules nuts. He escaped as often as he could from home, during the day and at night. He was returning from a trip to his favorite graveyard when his mother caught him slipping through the window. She was angry, but that left her after he explained to her what was going on, her anger giving way first to horor, then sobriety. She should have guessed. Jules had to reassure her she wasn’t a bad mother, thinking that was why she was sad. And then she told him that she too had this gift of seeing spirits. It seemed to run on her side of the family.
This brought the two closer together. It was their little secret, his mother never told her husband and now they could share in the secret together. She told him what she knew about their shared power, the ability to see and speak with the spirits of the dead. He told her what he learned in his findings about life and death, or at least what the books told him. There was still a lot he didn’t understand.
When Jules was 14, his father died. There was a work accident. Jules was sad, but he wasn’t devastated as his mother was. She couldn’t bear to stay in the house they shared together. She packed the family up to move to London, as far from Edinburgh as she could get. They ended up living with her sister. It was summer, and since Jules had no school to go to yet, he was in charge of watching his six year old sisters while his mother and aunt went to work at a textile factory. Until the twins started school, Jules had to stay with them during the day. He took them to the park, sat with them in the flat where they lived, and amused them the best he could. When they entered school, Jules was free of caring for them, they had an after school program from which their mother picked them up. This left his time free. Since leaving Scotland, he had not returned to the graveyards, he wanted to make a fresh start in a new school. He didn’t want to be known as the weird kid.
His high school days were normal, he made friends, had girlfriends, went on outings, and even joined the fencing team, which he excelled at. He was used to the spirits now. He ignored the spirits in his everyday life, not allowing them to distract him while he lived his life. Though, in isolated instances, he kept notes when he encountered a particularly strong spirit. These encounters made him wonder why he had this gift, why spirits were attracted to him, and he wrote these thoughts down in journals.
When he was 16, he got a job to save money. He wanted to go to America. He had a friend that was American and he told Jules all about New York. Jules was intrigued. He worked nights at the same textile factory his mother and aunt did. His mother was proud of him. He could work at night and still keep up with his school work and even his fencing club. Soon, Jules had saved enough to go to America. He graduated high school and the same day he graduated, he said goodbye to his sisters and mother and was on a boat. He was able to travel for free by working on the ship.
They landed in New York and Jules was immediately hooked. The variety of people and places. He had thought London was amazing, but this was more then he ever imagined. He found work and an apartment. It was 1987. Jules was enrolled at NYU, working hard. He decided to major in psychology. Understanding the brain would help him better understand his and his mother’s ability to see spirits. He fell easily into college life. He joined the fencing team also. He had a passion for it by now.
In 1989, he and some friends went down to New Orleans for Marti Gras. Jules didn’t want to go at first, wanting to finish studying for finals, but his friends dragged him down. This was an experience that changed his course of life forever. They had fun at the parades and drinking, Jules having a great time until something caught his eye. He left his friends at a party and followed a group of people walking at the edge of the city with candles. He followed them into the bayou. They didn’t seem to mind his following them, they welcomed him. They led him to a large clearing, in which Jules witnessed a Voodoo ceremony.
The vibrant energy and faith of the mass of people electrified him. He had not been to church since his father died and his faith in God had dwindled. This was new and different and he liked it. He watched as people ate and breathed fire, sacrificed chickens and goats, danced like demons possessed them, and then he witnessed the calling of the Loa by Voodoo priest, Papa Midnight.
He did not return to New York. He transferred his credits to University of New Orleans (formally University of Louisiana). He found an apartment above a beignet shop. During the day, he went to school and worked at a local hotel as a desk clerk, at night he studied Voodoo with his mentor, Papa Midnight. He stopped all communication with his family in London and his friends in New York. He basically fell off the face of the planet. School, work, Voodoo. School, work, Voodoo. He barely slept, or ate. He obsessed over it. It was a natural high. Papa Midnight was impressed, but made him slow down.
Jules learned the simple things first: who the Loa are, how to pray to them, how not to piss them off, how to kill animals cleanly, and the hoodoo. He learned the difference between hoodoo and Voodoo. Voodoo is the religion. It what flows between the Loa and the followers. The hoodoo is the practical magic. Jules learned the herbs, the potions, and how to use them. He assisted Papa Midnight at ceremonies, they traveled to Haiti and to Africa so Midnight could show Jules the roots of Voodoo. They met fellow priests and priestesses. They thought Jules was a great spectacle, a Scottish man wanting to be a Voodoo priest! It was in Africa that Jules saw a demon come out of a banana and kill a native. This is where Jules became fearful of bananas. It’s a private fear that he never shared with another living soul.
Somehow he had managed to work, put himself through school, and achieve priesthood in Voodoo. He was a Voodoo priest in 1991, he became known as Papa Blanche Rouge. He practiced along side Papa Midnight. He quit his job at the hotel, making better money as a priest. He ate better food and the ladies loved his accent and his roguish looks. He picked up his current clothing style from Papa Midnight. They both fancied expensive clothing and fedoras.
Jules worked like a fiend after achieving his priesthood to finish his doctorate. Jules was upon his doctorate for psychology, graduating with honors. Once he attained his doctorate in 1993, he said goodbye to Papa Midnight and New Orleans. He traveled to Edinburgh and the Koestler Parapsychology Unit (KPU). He used what he had learned as a priest and as a medium to focus on the not so new study of Parapsychology. He had learned about the program from a guest speaker in New Orleans. He talked to the speaker after the lecture and thought this program might hold the answers he was looking for. He had not found his answers for his and his mother’s gift in the study of psychology or even in his Voodoo studies. As he talked to researchers and doctors in this field of research, he knew this was where he would get his answers. He went out on field research and conducted tests on subjects in a controlled scientific atmosphere.
This was his life from 1994 to 1999. He earned a second doctorate in parapsychology. He interviewed people who claimed to have ESP, investigated haunted houses, evidence of reincarnation, but finally decided to settle on providing evidence of life after death. He was engrossed in research, stopping only once to go to his mother’s funeral in 1997. His sisters were amazed at their estranged brother. He wasn’t how they remembered him. He had grown cold and methodical. They buried their mother and they had not seen each other since.
In 2000, he moved back to America to join the American Institute of Parapsychology. He settled into New Orleans again to pick up his Voodoo practice along with establishing a lucrative paranormal investigation group. This is where he caught the eye of the BPRD. Jules’s paranormal investigating group was picking up business in not only minor haunting, but in demon possessions and Jules had to do high level cleansing more then once, and it was after one of these where the BPRD approached him.
Joining them made him loosen up his attitude and demeanor. He had become cold and harsh in the face of research and work for so many years. He used his full range of skills for the BPRD, even his Voodoo knowledge. He learned how to use firearms, read ancient languages, saving those that didn’t know they needed to be saved. He had been in the New Orleans division before being transferred to New York just before Hurricane Katrina. He returned to New Orleans on leave to find Papa Midnight. He found his mentor and friend. He was able to be with Midnight when he passed from an infection from the water that flooded his home. Jules was heartbroken when he returned home. He took a leave of absents and recently returned, being transferred to New Jersey.
