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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Delusion" data-source="post: 3830316" data-attributes="member: 55855">The story of the life of James Maynard is one of survival. He was born via c-section on October 13th, 1843 on a Friday  in New York City. He had three brothers and a sister, and had always been considered the black sheep of the family, even when all four of his siblings died during childhood from disease or other freak accidents. He thought surely he would die too when he was drafted into the army at age 18 at the beginning of the Civil War in 1861. He was right, in a way.For years, Jim, as he came to be called by his comrades, fought and narrowly escaped death more times than he cared to remember. For a great deal of his time in the army, he served under General Ulysses S. Grant and fought in 4 of the 10 bloodiest battles of the American Civil War, watching all those he came to know and love die. He was shot 4 times, miraculously avoiding becoming an amputee - once in the shoulder, twice in the leg, and once in the foot. He was nearly struck by artillery fire multiple times, and killed more men than he dared to count. As the war went on, Maynard's heart grew colder. Any belief in a God of any sort had been erased by the images of men lieing in crumpled lifeless forms covered in blood and gore. When the war ended in 1865 as he was packing up to go home, he recieved a letter informing him his parents were dead. He tried to take his own life in his tent that night.With the muzzle of his musket in his mouth and his finger on the trigger, he suddenly realized someone was in the tent with him - though he was certain no one was there when he had first come in, and no one had enterered through the front of the tent. A cold hand was placed on his shoulder, and Maynard began to weep. "There, there," said a cold voice with its best effort at sympathy. "You don't know the meaning of true despair, boy," it said. Maynard dropped his weapon and looked up to see a bearded man in Union uniform - a general from the look of him. Who it was, he cannot be sure, as the next thing he remembers is waking up in his tent covered in blood with a mangled corpse beside him. A note was pinned to the exit of his tent. "You've been given a second chance, Jim - at a price. Never again will you see the light of day, and every single night for the rest of your existence, you will be forced to kill a man. You'd better start running, Jim. The nearest place to take shelter from the sun's rays is miles from here. Run, Jim. P.S. - I do hope you enjoyed your first meal." Horrified, he ran.Realizing what he was and slowly making his way back to New York City under the cover of night, Maynard took his second chance and never looked back. He knew that night that only one thing and one thing only mattered - survival. This new outlook on life suited him, as he took what he pleased and killed whoever stood in his way. He became wealthy in this way quickly, and furthered his financial status when alcohol was made illegal via bootlegging. He resides in Brooklyn to this day, operating his alcohol smuggling business day and night with the help of his lackeys. For the most part, he tries to stay off the radar of the local Kindred and out of Kindred political affairs.When Maynard was embraced in 1865 on the battlefield, his hair was unkempt and his face unshaven in weeks. He reverts to this state every day of slumber, though he goes through great lengths to maintain professional appearances. His dark black hair is slicked back, and he favors the modern fashion of suits, trenchcoats, and derby hats. His eyes are a pale icey blue, and he still bears many scars all over his body and face from his time in the war.Edit: Forgot to clarify that Maynard is a Gangrel.</blockquote>

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