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Kaden Scott

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Character Name(s):
- Current Name: Kaden William Scott
- Birth Name: Michael Nathaniel Gale

Nicknames/Aliases: Kade, Kaders (only if you're Serena, though)

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Character Age: 127

Date of Birth: September 16, 1880

Date of Death/Turning: January 20, 1915

Physical Description:
- Height: 6’2”
- Hair: A dark brown shade that holds the slightest of natural waves and tends to be worn longer, often ending at the level of his jaw.
- Eyes: A deep brown which often carries a hint of a jovial spark - though when bloodlust strikes they bleed out into an eerie, colorless white.
- Build: A lean but naturally muscled form. Though Kaden does enjoy a vigorous work out, he doesn't intend to look like a body builder. He maintains enough definition to have an imposing presence, often boxing in his spare time as main source of exercise.
- Style: Neutrals are the man's best friend. His closet is made up primarily of black, gray, tan and brown - often pieces of similar make. Kaden wears the same type of clothes, never venturing from his comfort zone. This includes: jeans, fitted slacks, button downs, henleys and a nice coat. His stylish in a simple, clean way...not that he's aware. Kaden dresses the way that he does because it's easy and he's lived too long already to try and keep up with trends (not that he cares to).

Distinguishing marks: A number of tattoos, including:
- A lizard over his right nipple
- A large tribal piece at the base of his spine
- One large shoulder piece on both his right and left shoulders
- One on each forearm

Birth Location: Los Angeles, California

Family: Serena Grey {fiancée}

Job: Lead singer of the popular local rock band, 'ROARKE'

Residence: Old Town Towers - aparment 3D

Personality: Kaden can be any number of things on a given day and it’s highly likely that none of them will be easy. He tends to be laid-back more often than not, a mellow but sarcastic personality that is not quick to anger. His temper is frightening in its intensity and he won’t hesitate to diffuse a situation as he sees fit, but he isn’t the type to fly off the handle at the slightest of insults – no, he’s too old for that. Kade is the eternal charmer, an intelligent guy who manages to balance a healthy does of mystery with a kind of down-to-earth nice guy sensibility. He can be a bit too intense at times, passionate and even broody as his moods shift; he doesn’t talk easily about himself or his past, in large part because he doesn’t remember the last sixty years or so and what he does remember seems to dangerous to toss about freely. There is an indefinable ‘worldliness’ about him, an aura that makes him seem so much older than he appears and stems from those secrets he plays close to his chest. Kaden also tends towards the stubborn side of the spectrum, often giving new definition to the old ‘strong, silent type’ and adamantly refusing to admit that he’s wrong even as evidence of the opposite stares him in the face.

At home he tends towards the disorganized, born with a bad habit of collecting business cards/brochures/match books randomly and tossing them into an empty desk drawer. He lives in a constant state of chaos, his desk resembling a trash heap more than a work space. It makes matters worse that he is a pack rat, often keeping little mementos until they age past a point of seeming normal to have laying around.

Personal History: Born and raised in LA in the 1880s, Kaden was present when men were discovering oil, not starlets. He watched as Hollywood was born, sprawling across the hills of his hometown and establishing it as an international city of power. He was there when the internment camps of World War II were put into place, when early aviation came to call California home, when the race riots hit…he’s born witness to all of it because of a night that started like any other. To this day Kaden can recall that there was nothing exceptional about that January night in 1915 – he was 34, a musician in a local jazz club that was known for being quite the charmer. He wasn’t a scoundrel, such behavior wasn’t as easily tolerated back then, but he was never left wanting for company of the female persuasion. He enjoyed a challenge, often prone to pursuing only those who seemed truly unattainable. That night it was a fair, dark-haired beauty in a deep blue dress – she’d shown up for his last few shows, had admired with open interest from across the club. He’d taken the initiative on his break to go and buy her a drink, see if he could sit down and have a conversation with her, maybe score himself a dinner date for later that week.

Her name was Evangeline…she told him she was the daughter of a wealthy banker back east, that she’d moved west to try and break her way into the burgeoning Hollywood scene. In truth, her parents had been dead for at least two centuries…and she was the daughter of a late butcher, the wealth she claimed was a state she’d come into over her extended lifespan. It was clear that there was chemistry from the start, Evangeline flirted in a manner considered shameless for women at the time and Kaden couldn’t help but appreciate her boldness. What followed was a whirlwind courtship wherein the two broke nearly every rule of polite society at the time, including sharing a bed prior to marriage. In their time together Evangeline had become more attached than even Kade was aware of, she’d decided to share with him her secret, to ensure that he would never leave her the way the others had.

A little chloroform was needed, to make sure that he didn’t hurt either one of them should he struggle. While he lay unconscious across her bed, Evangeline drained him of every last drop of blood, listening closely as his heart slowed. She slit a clean line across her own wrist, holding the fresh wound to his lips and making sure to gently massage his throat to make him swallow. What a gift she had given him, how generous…now nothing could ever part them. He’d said he loved her, after all and now she’d given him an eternity to prove it.

Kaden woke as Evangeline drained him, unable to stop her as she cut open her own flesh, pressed it to his lips. The pain that followed was excruciating, a kind he'd never felt before, a type that carried with it the distinct impression that something had forever changed. Sprawled out across the floor of his apartment, he was suddenly aware of the coppery smell of blood in the air…perhaps more aware than he should have been. But what worried him was his reaction to the usually nauseating scent – his stomach churned with a hungry growl, the sound enough to rouse Evangeline from where she rested on his bed nearby. He demanded an explanation, knowing somehow that she was involved, and the vampire was all too happy to tell him what she’d done – they were forever linked now, lovers for all of eternity. Needless to say, Kaden was less than thrilled with this turn of events and what it meant for him. He threw Evangeline out, literally picked her up and removed her from his apartment, confident that he would never see her again.

He was wrong. He knew nothing of this new life or what was necessary to survival and so he returned to her side, demanding that she teach him whatever it was he needed to know. Kaden was determined to spend no longer than necessary with his new sire – it was a decade until he was sure he could survive without her, until he left one night while she was out. Surely she was furious to discover him gone, but Kaden wasn’t there to witness her anger and he couldn’t have cared less. The bitch had ruined all hopes he’d ever had for a normal life and he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of watching as he suffered for the next lifetime or two.

Eternal life wasn’t all together horrible...Kaden spent decades criss-crossing the globe, studying ancient cultures and watching as the industrial world developed around him. Eventually the need for home returned and he settled into New York City, a place renowned for, like LA, playing home to the oddballs, to the creative nuts of the world. He fit right in, buying a cheap apartment and sinking himself into the local music scene. A local band, Hangman’s Joke, was seeking a lead vocalist and Kaden tried out on a whim. He easily beat out the competition and it wasn’t long before the band was booking gigs as the house band at a popular night spot. It was an arrangement that carried on successfully for about two years before it really paid off.

It was a Friday night in the city and the bar was packed. From his place on stage, Kaden had been openly eyeing a blonde across the room all night. Even under the harsh lights of the club, she was pale and ethereal – almost other-worldly in her beauty. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was hesitant to approach, both because of what had occurred the last time he’d spoken to a woman in a bar and almost because this one was surrounded by a rather intoxicated, loud group of women. He’d been around long enough to know that woman didn’t often appreciate their ‘girl’s night out’ being ruined by some guy looking to hit on their friend. But, figuring he had nothing to lose, Kade took it upon himself to introduce himself to the blonde stunner.

Her name was Serena Grey – she was in the city celebrating her graduation from medical school with friends. Their connection was immediate, the sparks in the air nearly tangible. Kaden spent the rest of the time that he wasn’t on stage planted on the bar stool to the blonde’s left, engaging her in conversation lest someone else slip in and capture her attention. He was hooked immediately and was quite the pursuer in spite of the issues that he knew stood between them. Something in him, that gut instinct that men seemed to have, told him that Serena was just as interested in him as he was in her. The evening seemed to be have had a better outcome than he’d planned.

Though she was doing her residency nearly two hours away, the two started forging the shaky groundings of a relationship. If he wasn’t booked for a gig, Kaden would often take the train (at night, of course) to come and visit her. If he couldn’t make it, Serena would return the favor and head into the city. It was an arrangement that worked, it drew the two of them closer and closer, his bandmates joking that the blonde would have to be made an honorary band member if he intended to spend so much time with her. Of course, Kaden still feared telling her of the gift that another woman had given him so long ago. Serena was naturally bright and coupled with her medical training, he knew it was only a matter of time before she discovered why her boyfriend rarely ate and why, at 34, he didn’t seem to be getting any older.

She didn’t care. If fact, it seemed she’d already suspected that something was off and his confession merely confirmed a growing hunch. Her reaction couldn’t have taken Kaden more by surprise. He wanted more than anything to ask her to marry him, but his conscious wouldn’t let him propose with such a large secret still left to keep. He told her in the easiest way he knew how and, while she seemed stunned at first to learn such a thing, she ensured him that it changed nothing. She didn’t shy away from him, didn’t seem disgusted, never shied away from him. And so he proposed and she accepted – nothing had ever seemed more right in Kaden’s entire world. He was over joyed and wedding plans were underway almost immediately. Unknown to his new fiancée, Kaden was doing a little planning of his own. Through a few shadier contacts in the city’s underground vamp scene he’d caught wind a ‘cure’, one that very few knew about, one still in the early stages of discovery. But it had worked! Well, only once the ‘legend’ said, but the change alone was enough for Kaden. Serena deserved so much more than what he could give her as a vampire, for her, for them, he wanted to do whatever he could.

But there wasn’t a cure, it didn’t exist. The experimenters his sources spoke of were busy developing a serum one could ingest for all the positives of being a vamp (enhanced speed, strength, etc) without having to worry about the need for blood. Serena was convinced that the ‘cure’ was nothing but some phony set up, she had no idea that Kaden had already made plans to go in and undergo the treatment in spite of her objections. He left a detailed letter with a trusted friend, should anything go wrong, that detailed for Serena why he was taking such a chance, that he loved her and was sorry if such a brash, stupid decision had taken him from her.

Six months into their engagement, he vanished. The note was delivered, the friend assuming that the treatment had killed Kaden. In truth, he’d been locked away to play lab rat. The makeshift scientists took his blood for their own means, injecting him with a number of other substances they were cooking up knowing that his natural resilience made him an ideal subject. Something went wrong in their testing, a chemical reaction that affected the part of his brain storing memories. When he awoke, his captures realized just how badly they’d messed up…Kaden could hardly recall anything in the last sixty or so years of his life. There were flashes of a few things, little glimpses, but all of the major details, Serena included, had vanished. Kade had quite a few friends, powerful ones, in the city’s vampire underground and the men who’d ruined his memory knew that there would be revenge if they turned him lose on the streets. So instead the utilized some local contacts to have the vamp bussed to Seattle, a city know for being a bit more of a safe haven for supernaturals. Kade's mysterious disappearance wasn't quite as well covered as his captors might have hoped - rumors circled for weeks prior to his little vanishing act that he was hot on the trail of a "cure." It didn't take long for those friends of his to get people to start talking; it took even less time for them to make sure that what happened to Kade would never occur again.

The experiments ended a year ago and Kaden, oblivious to what occurred, has settled into Seattle and his apartment at Old Town Towers. Still without a clue as to the existence of his one-time fiancée or his life in New York, he’s taken up the position as the lead singer of a popular local rock band, ROARKE. They’re becoming quite the thing on Seattle’s club music scene in large part because the stage is the one place where Kaden doesn’t feel as though anything is missing.

Race Weaknesses: Has an aversion to: sunlight, holy water, crucifixes and fire. Like all vampires, can be killed by decapitation, spine trauma, severe head trauma and damage to the heart.

Personal Weaknesses:
- Music
- A nice guitar
- Classic cars - especially his (a black 1967 Pontiac GTO)
- His memory loss
- Serena (if he could just remember her)

Magical Abilities: A form of density control, a still developing ability that allows him to slow his atoms in a manner that mimics phasing. For the moment, it is a new talent that can't last more than a minute or two at the most, less if he's attempting to phase someone else with him. It's draining, especially if someone else is involved, and is bound to require a bit of rest after use.

Skills and Training:
- Has a naturally amazing singing voice
- Can play a mean guitar as well
- Learned to fight over the years, though it is mainly boxing and street level stuff, but he can defend himself and often others
- Used to be quite the cook, but hasn’t had the need for such a skill in quite some time so it’s faded noticeably

Characters Greatestjournal Name: mr_rockstar

PB: Alex O’Loughlin

Your Name: Erica

Your Email: crowchick [at] gmail [dot] com

Your Messengers:
- AIM: almightyarse
- Yahoo: almighty_arse

PLOT TIES
- The Sire: Evangeline, a stunning dark-haired beauty. She and Kaden were in love (or so he thought) long ago and she chose to turn him, to gift him with eternal life. He left one night while she was out, after staying with her long enough just to learn what he needed to survive. He never looked back and chances are, she's not happy about that.
PB: Up to you!

- Bandmates: Vampires, supernaturals or humans, the rest of the gang that make up ROARKE. They know what Kaden is and about his memory loss, but the details are a mystery. They're the only friends he has and their group is a close-knit one, they definitely look out for one another.
PBs: Up to you!

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