Jamie Bellafonte

BASIC
''' FULL NAME. ''' Jamie Alexzander Bellafonte.

''' ALIAS(ES) OR NICKNAME(S). ''' Niki Leandros, Daniel Fiske / JJ, JB, TD, Jamie.

''' GENDER. ''' Male.

''' DATE OF BIRTH. ''' 30 July 1973.

''' PLACE OF BIRTH. ''' Seidali, Greece.

''' CURRENT LOCATION. ''' New York City.

''' MARITAL STATUS. ''' Single. Mostly.

PHYSICAL
''' HEIGHT/WEIGHT. ''' 6' 1.5" | 188 lbs.

''' DESCRIPTION. ''' Jamie has dark hair that he occasionally dyes sections a bright red color. This is usually kept about collar length, although it varies depending upon moodswings and availability of a decent barber. His eyes are a very, very icy blue color, and seem to have a tendency of always seeming darkly amused. He has fairly pale skin, and a tendency to appear sick and thinner than he is although the man is not underweight in the least. Often, he wears dark colors, and is especially fond of heavy black hoodie jackets, black/dark jeans, and baggy clothing that make it hard to determine his body-type. He's got a decent-sized frame, but has defined musculature. He's usually clean-shaven and can often be seen wearing an extremely cold, calculating expression. He stands around 187 cm (6' 1.5") and weighs just about 85.3 kg (188 lbs).

HEALTH
''' STD/STI. ''' Oral herpes

''' COMMON ILLNESSES. '''

PERSONAL
''' PERSONALITY. ''' Jamie is completely without remorse or social restraint. The problem is not that he cannot define society and where his behavior should fall. Rather, it is that he clearly sees the lines of "normal" and puts his behavior intentionally outside of them. Although there is certainly the aspect of being born half-crazy, Jamie continues to push himself farther and farther off the brink into insanity. It is a conscious decision to continue the way he is going, consequences be damned. There is something very satisfying for him in knowing that even if he is going crazy, it is his own hand that's pushing it, not anyone else's. He is a firm believer in "if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself." It doesn't matter the damage to himself, so long as he's the one causing it. And damaged he is. Where one might have love or compassion, Jamie has a black hole. He is almost inhuman, incapable of anything else beyond basic, selfish desires.

He has a dualistic, contradicting nature. Above all else, Jamie Bellafonte is a creature of conflict. He is both extremely masochistic and terribly afraid of pain; he can and will go out of his way to push himself to excellence, but he cannot tolerate too much of it coming from another person. Pain is something he has learned to live with, something he has learned to embrace. Even if it's forced upon him, there is a beauty to pain, in Jamie's not-so-humble opinion. Feeling it lets you know something very, very important. You are alive. He is incredibly intelligent, and yet he balks at even the smallest of intellectual barriers at times. Despite his obvious ability to calculate his every move, Jamie often fails to see even the most painfully simple of details. He often falls prey to verbal traps, especially since he can have trouble differentiating between the languages he speaks. It is glaringly obvious that Jamie's intelligence applies mostly to strategy and planning, and very little is left over for day-to-day interaction with people far more fluent in language and socialization than he is.

Jamie is very reliant upon his senses, despite the obvious capacity for them to be used against him. He has become nearly animalistic, trusting scent above all other senses and using it for almost everything. This return to base instinct has done little to help the man's mental state. He is very much a caged animal within a human body now. It is apparent in how he handles situations. The verbal is something that challenges him. Although frightfully brilliant, it is the mind of a killing machine or an animal that he possesses, not the mind of a coherent human. He reacts better to physical onslaught than a verbal argument, and it is easier for him to hold his ground in a physical challenge when he can rely upon instinct. Unfortunately for his pride, Jamie is determined to sharpen his ability to come back with verbal insults and keep up a fight in such a manner. It is in his nature to be antagonistic, be it through physical violence or merely verbal torture. So long as he gets results, he's happy. Squirming, obvious physical discomfort, or a victim's inability to reply a decent comeback are all acceptable to him, and certainly results he enjoys seeing.

Despite obvious barriers such as psychopathy, Jamie is able to blend perfectly in with normal people. He is like the wolf wearing lamb's clothing, but his guise is significantly better. His personality is fluid, allowing for him to wear a different mask for any situation. He can wear the "human" mask, the one that makes him appear as normal and lamblike as any other. Changing from personality mask to personality mask is fluid, flawless, and as graceful as any dancer on a stage. It is in this way that Jamie manages to cover up the broken pieces of his mind, crowding them into a back section of himself. The broken parts, he believes, are just fine, so long as nobody realizes that they're broken. It is for this reason that Jamie has masks. He wishes to hide the parts of him that must be "protected." Perhaps it is this and the necessity of fitting in that prompt these societal glazes he so willingly and easily coats himself in; perhaps it is more. One of the unfortunate parts of the whole affair is that Jamie's emotional and mental states are so irreparably damaged, twisted, and convoluted that it is impossible to figure out why he does anything anymore.

One might almost say that Jamie Bellafonte suffers from "mommy issues." Because his mother did not love him, and could never actually be bothered to do anything but the most basic of motherly duties, Jamie is constantly seeking attention and confirmation from other sources. His lifestyle of a Raider may actually have been spawned of both a general desire to exercise the beast caged up inside of him and simply looking about for the attention his mother could not provide for him. Like so many others seeking attention, it is likely that he believes that negative attention is better than no attention at all.

He protects the one person he's latched onto with an insane ferocity. He would go out of his way to protect her, perhaps even going so far as to bring an end to his own life. This in itself is more than a little baffling. Despite the fact that Jamie has never been able to truly love anything, it is obvious that he certainly cares for her. He views her as more of an extension of himself than an individual presence, which might account for his need to protect them. Because he views her as a piece of his own being, he attaches the value of "property" to her. This label may be the only thing that saves her from his need to antagonize, pester, and kill. Risking her, he believes, puts him at risk.

Jamie loves death. Not in the "oh, let's go screw a corpse!" way. In the "I know, I know, let's go brutally murder someone and bathe in their blood!" way. He is notorious for simply killing those that annoy him. It is not in Jamie's personality to use firearms, preferring instead the quiet grace and up-close-and-personal feel of knives. They are his favorite weapons, and perhaps the only he's willing to use. It is a serious handicap for him, but he still refuses to even attempt using a gun. He thinks they are "too noisy," and is willing to risk serious danger by using only blades. One of many instances of the man's stubborn nature, this pushes the envelope for how much longer he can avoid the Grim Reaper or a damaging physical handicap. In spite of this "handicap," one of Jamie's favorite addictions is killing people. He'll do anything to score the kill he's after; once he's determined that a target is to die, it's only a matter of time until it actually happens.

He seems to be driven entirely by impulses. They control his diet, speech patterns, victims, sexual partners, clothing and wardrobe choices, and sleep schedule. These impulses are totally unrelated and seem to come and go at random. There is no visible pattern, and his entire existence seems to be based off of these erratic urges. Not even his killing style truly remains the same. Unlike most other people, Jamie has no defined “comfort zone.” He lives by the phrase “Comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable.” (Of course, he usually "forgets" the first part.) He likes to force people outside of their shells, just to see how they do outside of what they consider “safe.” He is rarely disappointed with the show they put on for him. He is horribly addicted to playing mind-games with innocents, often playing them simply for his amusement.

Perhaps the most up-and-down facet of his personality is his sexuality. He is bisexual, although he has always shown a heavier preference for males. He is rarely, if ever, willing to allow himself to submit to someone else. Someone who will always be willing to have sex with him, at any time of day, for any reason, without any questions is something he's pretty sure he'd enjoy to no end. Unfortunately for the population of the world at large, this is only able to fill so much of his desires. Like his desire for killing, Jamie wants the power rush that can be felt during a rape or a kill. He finds himself desiring anyone who tells him "no," and finds the chase intoxicating. It is not the act of sex itself, however. It is the thrill of wanting something he knows he can't have. These desires aside, Jamie flip-flops from horny as all hell to simply unwilling to even think about sex, and it can happen in about the space of sixty seconds.

In the most compact of descriptions, Jamie is an embittered psychopath with more than his fair share of a temper.

STRENGTHS.

WEAKNESSES.

SEXUALITY. Bisexual.

RELIGION. Atheist.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY. Comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

ABILITIES
POWER. Enhanced Senses.

DETAILED LOOK. Every one of his senses is magnified by ten.

POSITIVE EFFECTS. On the upside, however, he is able to pick up on far more than most people - his senses can tell him important details like age, sex, recent locations, familial ties, and so on, but he must focus to find these. He also has "night" vision. His overenhanced sensory perceptions allow him to act much like a bloodhound, sorting scents by memory and using this combined with his other senses to provide him with better tracking ability than even a dog trained for the purpose.

NEGATIVE EFFECTS. While this might appear to be a good thing on the surface, and even allows him to cover himself better during fights (especially ones under cover of nightfall), it has some serious draw-backs. He has over-sensitivity to light, touch, sound, smell, and taste. He can't eat anything spicy in the least, and he cannot stand to hear yelling or other loud noises. His hearing range is much like a dog's, and picks up on sounds most other humans cannot hear; dog whistles are as painful to his ears as actually ramming a needle into it. Although a heavy smoker, he finds it extremely unpleasant to allow people to engage in the same activity in areas he has to spend extended amounts of time in. (He will pick up on the residue long before someone else will, and finds the collecting odor quite unpleasant.) He can't drink carbonated liquids, because the bubbles burn his nose and mouth. He absolutely cannot stand bright daylight, so he avoids going out during the day - even then, he wears EXCEPTIONALLY dark glasses. Even then, he's operating at a sub-par level. Touch is heightened - being touched, even gently, can make him feel like someone's leaving bruises (even if they're not). His over-enhanced senses frequently lead to sensory overload, which cause head-splitting migraines. During these (which are not treatable with aspirin, ibuprofen, or other pain medications), he is completely useless. He is extraordinarily vulnerable during this time period.

CONTROL INDEX. 0%

SKILLS AND TALENTS.

SOCIAL
FAMILY. Alekta Leandros (mother, deceased); Valentino Bellafonte (father, status unknown); Jovanna Bellafonte (aunt, status unknown).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER. Technically, none. Unofficially, Mariella D'Agostino.

CHILDREN. None that he is aware of - though it's entirely probable that he has at least one, capable of being as old as nineteen.

FRIENDS. Jamie has no friends.

OCCUPATIONAL
OCCUPATION. Mercenary.

SPECIAL WORK SKILLS.

HISTORY
Jamie Alexzander Bellafonte was born in the Greek town of Seidali. His mother was a strange and solitary woman by the name of Alekta Leandros. His father, a man Jamie would never meet, was named Valentino Bellafonte of Italy. The circumstances surrounding Jamie’s conception have never been entirely clear. Some claim that Valentino raped Alekta and took off, others claim that Valentino had a brief affair with Alekta, conceived Jamie, and went back home to his wife and children. Still others claim that Alekta was a succubus, and coerced Valentino into sex. Although the last was false, it still made the villagers extremely wary of the boy.

Jamie’s mother was extremely distant. As a young child, Jamie learned early that people always let you down, and that befriending them meant nothing. Eventually, they’d hurt you. He built himself emotional barriers, forcing others out. Those that would associate with him rarely truly got to the boy behind the barriers. Throughout his entire childhood, containing his personality led to more and more of a problem. It became apparent to everyone in the town that knew Alekta or her son that the boy was becoming stranger by the day. He was no longer a child, although very young still. He had no friends, and seemed to be in no big hurry to get any.

As the years went by, people became less concerned. Although very strange, Jamie’s behavior seemed to harm no one but himself. He didn’t seem to be the same kind of demon the townspeople believed his mother to be. They left him largely to himself, and from that came the majority of Jamie’s people problems. His mother, while not abusive, was certainly not loving and rarely even spoke to him. Living with Alekta was like living with a total stranger; she provided his food and a place to sleep, and that was the extent of her parental responsibilities. Jamie withdrew into himself. He went through school, morphing slowly from the quiet and withdrawn boy to a vicious, wildly emotional creature. He preyed on other students, using them as pawns in twisted mind games.

Slowly but surely, the townsfolk began to push him away like they had Alekta, which only served to amuse him. As a young teenager, the boy threw himself into strange interests, reading book after book after book after book on topics that made others stare at him as if he were crazy. Subjects he became interested in included strange obscure mythologies, infamous assassins, and serial killers. He and his mother coexisted as peacefully as one could expect out of two near-strangers living in the same little house. That was, up until a few days after Jamie’s fifteenth birthday. Upon returning home from the library, he found his mother, dead. Coroners stated that Alekta had died of natural causes (cardiac arrest). At fifteen, Jamie was unceremoniously yanked away from his home in Seidali, and thrust into life with his great-aunt in Napoli because all attempts to locate his father were failed.

It was here that he would learn to speak Italian. Jovanna Bellafonte was everything Alekta was not – and consequently, Jamie’s biggest annoyance. He preferred solitude, and she wanted the one thing from Jamie that he was unwilling and unable to give: attention. She wanted him to sit up, pay attention, be social, and, above all, be normal. So infuriated was he by her behavior, Jamie threw himself into learning everything and anything he could about his favorite subjects. When she tried to take it away from him, calling his studies “immoral and strange,” Jamie’s opinion of the word “moral” was cemented. Without doing research, Jamie was left with nothing to do.

He'd never really felt a sense of grief or regret at the loss of Alekta. It was like losing your landlady: sad, yes, but you had other things to think about. Like where you were gonna live next and how on earth you were gonna get your pet snake to Italy. (The answer, by the way, is that you didn't - your aunt saw the snake and had a gentleman from town kill it.) His aunt was convinced, however, that Jamie's insensitivity was a closeted reaction of grief to his mother's passing. He was immediately ushered to counseling, where Jamie manipulated his counselor and aunt into giving him exactly what he wanted. Through the counselor, Jamie was allowed to pick up martial arts and resume his studies, although his subjects were more closely guarded. He was allowed mythologies again, but was no longer permitted to research serial killers and assassins.

Jamie spent two more uneventful years with his aunt, learning up on martial arts and those subjects that interested him. But on the eve of his seventeenth birthday, Jamie Bellafonte changed. He was beginning to pick up everything. He could hear things from across the room, whispered comments or even pins dropping. He could see farther than anybody he knew. His aunt's favorite Italian foods were becoming too spicy for him to eat. Slowly but surely, Jamie's powers heightened themselves. School was very much a trial for Jamie after his powers came to be. He hated even the thought of school, and would skip as often as he could. The kids were too loud, he was too sensitive, and he couldn't pull pranks on them like he used to.

By his eighteenth birthday, Jamie was only too willing to cut and run. He stole all of his aunt's cash money, packed up the few meager things he cared about, and booked it back to Seidali, doing whatever he had to to get there. The house he'd grown up in was abandoned, and it was here that Jamie would live for the next three years. Carefully cocooned in the house, and using extreme caution to venture out only when it was perfectly safe, Jamie practiced his martial arts, studied assassins, and developed an unhealthy obsession with death. At the age of twenty-one, the house was condemned, and Jamie was forced to move on. When he left, he took the one item of his mother's left in the house: a knife that had been his great-grandfather's.

He packed up his things again, disappearing as if he'd never lived there, and came to Rome, Italy. It was here that Jamie would discover his true calling: mercenary activity. For the next eight years, he would do whatever anyone wanted, so long as they paid him for it. He killed people, he escorted shady diplomats, and he even got paid to annoy people. This, he decided, was the life. Up until about his twenty-ninth year, that was. Somewhere around February of 2000, Jamie was put out of commission after a failed attempt at a snatch-and-grab involving three other mutant mercenaries. With two broken legs, and the possibility of paralysis, he would spend the next two months in misery, going out of his way to cause problems for anyone and everyone he came across. That, of course, was when Jamie met Mariella D'Agostino. By the time he casts came off, he knew he'd have to push himself hard. Almost too hard. With her help, he pushed himself back to the excellence he knew he was capable of, though it took him several years to do it. By his thirty-second birthday, Jamie was ready to go back to his mercenary lifestyle.

Mariella had been the one shining star of the past few years. With her help, he had made it to his original state and better. He was an excellent knife fighter, trained by his own hand and hers. He had lucked out when he met her. She was a martial artist, and with her help, he became twice the fighter he had been before. He had been a brutal attacker; now he moved with finesse, and his attacks were singular and spoke of his own unique style. A few months went by before he and Mariella made an agreement - casual sex, long-term "off the grid" training sessions every once and again, and they'd keep tabs on each other. With this steadily established, they both went separate ways. Jamie went to the Middle East; Mariella hit China.

In the Middle East, Jamie caused havoc for anybody who wanted it. He avoided capture as best as he could, lying low and operating only when he was sure there was at least an 80% chance of him walking away from it. A year passed, and Jamie realized he was in the wrong place. He and Mariella met up again, this time in Greece. Together, they trained for almost eighteen months. When that ended, she once again went off to China, and Jamie moved to Africa. He didn't last long there, as he had a tendency to stick out much like a sore thumb. A brief three months after coming to Africa saw Jamie sneaking up to Britain. Here he aided the IRA as long as they were willing to pay him. When they were done putting up with him in January of 2006, Jamie moved to New York City. He's remained there since, staying as "under the radar" as he possibly could.

OOC
''' PLAYER. ''' Crys

''' PB. ''' Jared Leto

''' JOURNAL. ''' aesthesia