Jason Truitt
Birthdate: |
March 15, 1620 |
Location: |
London, England |
Birth Name: |
Jason Moore |
Aliases: |
Morris Moore, Jason Caldwell, Dunstan Moore, Cole Moore, Blake Moore, Blake Cole, Jacob Truitt, Morris Truitt, Wilfred Truitt |
Family History
Parents: |
Father: |
William Moore, merchant, died Nov 20, 1624 |
Mother: |
Agnes Moore nee Caldwell, operated family home as boarding house for income, died July 25, 1641 |
Siblings: |
William, Alfred, Mary, all died before Jason was born |
Spouse: |
Sarah Moore nee Shepherd, died November 12, 1640 |
Children: |
unnamed boy, unborn, died November 12, 1640 |
Appearance
General: |
Tall, handsome, muscular, stylish but understated. |
Hair: |
Brown |
Eyes: |
Hazel |
Height: |
6'2" |
Build: |
As if hewn from rock by lusty goddesses. |
Skin: |
Caucasian, medium-fair. |
Style: |
Varies to suit tasks, but generally prefers to be well-outfitted with a strong preference for black clothing. |
Closest celebrity look-alike: |
Hugh Jackman |
Professional
Education: |
Typical Yeoman/merchant class boy’s education in the 17th century, nothing formal beyond that. |
Employment: |
Merchant apprentice, Redcoat soldier/officer, assassin, environmental entrepreneur/CEO |
Special Talents/Powers
Rapid healing, does not age, immune to poison and disease, can kill/render unconscious with a touch, superior strength, senses, and speed.
Personal
Political Leanings: |
Started off indifferent, briefly Puritan/Cromwellian, went back to indifference, gradually shifted to liberalism. |
Pet Issues: |
Involved with anti-slavery movement in the 1840s, then transitioned to the early environmental movement, now recognized as important contributor to global environmental research and infrastructure. |
Interests/Hobbies: |
Avid reader and collector of old books. Patron of the theatre and opera. Occasionally wanders the world looking for another of his kind. More recently: flying his experimental solar plane. |
Quirks: |
Prone to brooding. Soothed by music. Still holds many Victorian values when it comes to how to behave as a gentleman. Hates being called a vampire or an angel. Loathes the French. |
“Finding Gaia” Excerpt
“When a lady has retired, only a cad would pursue. I’ve been a cad, I’ve been a gentleman, and I’ve been nearly everything in between. It took some years, but eventually I learned the former becomes dull quickly, while the latter takes effort and is much more intriguing.” He looked up at Anna’s door as he added in a gentler tone, “Anyone can be coarse, but it takes refinement and skill to impress a lady.”
Trish clasped her hands over her chest. “Oh you’re doing that old-timey talk again. It gives me shivers!”
“That’s the point entirely, Trish. Would you rather have Don read you a sonnet or drop his drawers and chase you about the house calling out, ‘Woohoo, baby, come and get it!’?”
Trish snorted. “Honestly, I’d probably laugh at either one.”
Jason wagged his finger. “Ah, but you’d at least think the sonnet was sweet.”
“Yes, okay, that’s true. But don’t think for one second I don’t like dirty talk or being pursued. Lots of women do, you know.”
“But there’s a time and place. Too soon, and both become merely disgusting. A gentleman knows the right time and place. A cad thinks it’s always the right time and place.”
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