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|Renard||Monday, 7. March 2011, 13:11|
Player Handle: Renard|
Name: Sir James Evelyn Gonville Henderson of Gravesham, 3rd Bart. DSO MC
As he uses his second and third name only infrequently, he often puts them together to the Acronym 'JEG', which he pronounces 'Jack'. This practice, combined with his black hair led to his nickname 'Black Jack', which was used by his friends in non-formal situations. He uses this name to refer to one of his aliases, as most of his friends have died.
Age: 98 (D.O.B.: Sept. 24th, 1913
Place of birth: Maidstone, Kent
Age of embrace: 37 (Nov. 30th, 1949)
Disciplines: Animalism, Obfuscate, Potence
The curse reduced Henderson literally to just skin and bones, as most of his body fat melted away and disappeared in the time following his embrace. Although he tries to hide this fact through wide clothing, gloves and bandages (a habit that ironically makes him resemble an ancient mummy even more than he already did), his handshake is a dead giveaway, as the overly long and knotty fingers tend to betray the mask he is wearing most of the time. Without his disguise, his gaunt and haggard features make him look taller and more slender than he really is, which may lead to the impression of a frailty, but the old Nosferatu is a lot tougher than he looks. His face is dominated by his eyes, which have completely turned into a pale yellow completely. They alone tend to discomfort onlookers pretty quickly, a fact Henderson is very well aware of.
In his preferred mask, he resembles his younger self originating in his living days. He still has a slim stature and is quite small, about 5' 5" tall, with well-kempt hair and a small moustache. His speech and behaviour are still those of a gentleman, regardless of the other person's class or heritage. His facial expressions are stoic most of the time. Henderson prefers old-fashioned three-piece suits with leather gloves. Sometimes he also adds a long coat and a top hat, when the situation calls for it. Then, there are his most valued posessions. His Pipe (lit most of, but not all the time) and his cane (a sword cane, to be precise).
Evidently, Henderson doesn't do much to act along with the expectations his clan evokes in others. He surely has the capacities to talk to animals and use them to his advantage, but he still prefers to speak to human beings. He also prefers the salons and elysiums over streetsand sewers, not because of the absence of dirt, but simply out of habit. All in all, Henderson is a genuinely friendly person, willing to help others, although this does not mean that this help is always for free.
Haven: Henderson settled in a small semi-detached house in Enfield during the end of the war and he still uses this house as a residence nowadays. Visitors find, that it is stuffed with memorabilia from Henderson's past: Hunting trophies, photos and other pieces from pre-war Burma line the shelfs and show cases as well as war trophies and other things. The furniture also keeps in line with the haven's colonial theme, as does the small library.
J.E.G. Henderson was born in Maidstone, Kent on September 24th, 1913. In April 1914, he and his parents moved to Burma, as Sir Henderson had been reassigned to a post in the British Indian Army. So, he spent his early childhood in Burma, as did his younger brothers and sisters, who came into existance later on. Sir Henderson rejoined his family after serving in France with his men in 1919. He encouraged his sons to follow the traditional code of ethics he thought every member of the gentry should follow. Either way, Henderson was intent on following in his fathers footsteps, so he was sent back to Britain, where he attended several boarding scholls and then entered Addiscombe Military Academy in 1930. Although his grades weren't spectacular, he graduated as Second Lieutenant in 1932 and was transferred to an Indian Territorial Forces garrison near Bombay. He became acquainted with the daughter of a British civil servant, Cathrin Hall, whom he married in 1935. He used the spare time he didn't spend on duty or with his family trying to prove himself as a writer and a poet. He wasn't very successful, but it kept him busy, which was a good thing in those monotonous days. He also took part in multiple activities with his comrades.
1937 saw major changes to his situation. In April, his daughter Elisabeth was born, but his wife died shortly after giving birth to the child. While he was still unsure, what to do with his daughter, he was informed that his father had died and that he had inherited his father's title and fortune. In the end, Henderson declined to send Elisabeth to his relatives in Europe. However, the birth of his daughter and the deaths of his father and his wife helped him to write some of his 'better works', as he still prefers to put it. After completing these pieces, he gave up writing and looked for a new hobby. Music became his new field of interest. In the next years, he learned to play the piano and the violin. His skills never really exceeded average, but that was fine with him. When the war broke out in 1939, he volunteered to fight in Europe, but his request was denied. This confined him to his office, not being able to do anything useful, when the Blitz overran Poland, Belgium, the Netherlands and France. Having been reassigned to Burma in 1941, he entered combat when the japanese started their invasion of Burma in January 1942. After spending most of winter 1943 and spring 1944 in hospital due to illness, he rejoined the fighting forces, only to lose his left leg below the knee at the Battle of Imphal in late April 1944. Completing rehab therapy in early 1945, Lieutenant Henderson received a honourable discharge that ended his military career, in which he was wounded thrice and was awarded several decorations, including the Distinguished Service Order and the Military Cross. He invested much of his money and moved to Enfield in Northern Outer London, living off his investments and a desk job that he acquired through a friend in the India Office.
He didn't know that a Ventrue had begun to keep tabs on his finances in order to find out, whether Henderson could be a useful member of Clan Ventrue in late 1945. Obviously, he was thought of as a useful asset and the Ventrue in question was given a permit for the embrace. But a lot of clans were in dire need of new members and ressources in post-war England, so the aspiring Ventrue was furious to discover, that his potential childe had already been embraced by a member of clan Nosferatu in 1949, only a short time before he had planned to do so himself ! After having been introduced into his new situation by his sire Henderson decided to write his will and a suicide note and disappeared. Before doing so, however, he sold his semi-detached house in Enfield (to himself) and put a sum of money aside for his 'afterlife'.
Notes: (Anything you want to add about your character. Personality, notable weaponry, feeding preferences, linguistic skills etc.)
Linguistic skills: English, Latin, French
Feeding preferences: no special preferences
notable weaponry: sword cane, Webley Mk. IV service revolver
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