James' Meme

Full Name: Erik James Cockson (Beyer and I find it strange but neat we have the same middle name)

Nick Names: James, jackass

Gender: Male

Human Age: 30

Immortal: 162

Hair: wig: short and brown. Real hair: Literally 3 strands of grey hair

Eyes: Right: Smokey Grey Left: Light blue

Glasses or contacts:

Skin tone: pale

Height:

Weight:

Body Structure: muscular but lean

Scars: Duh

Tattoos:  mask tattoo of the Phantom logo on my left arm

Piercings:

Mental/Physical Disabilities: Few wires loose wink emoticon

Origin: 19th Century France

Species: Human (loosely)

Supernatural Powers & Abilities: Ever heard Brad Little sing as the Phantom? wink emoticon

Languages Spoken: French, English, whatever else I had to learn

Sexual Origination: Homosexual

Children:

Spouse: I'm dating a fellow Seth, from the 2003 Twilight Zone episode The Path; OMG I SWEAR he's my dream man!

Siblings:

Parents: First life: Abusive mother. Second life: Abusive father & retarded mother. This life: Sharon

Friends: If you get on my good side & I like you, you’re a friend

Elders/ Guardians:

Enemies: Assholes, ESPECIALLY homophobes

Occupation:

Fellow Employees:

Talented At: Anything Music related, cooking

Untalented At:

Temperament: If you piss me off…*growls & twirls Punjab lasso*

Personal Quote: Take me for what I am, who I was meant to be, & if you give a damn, take me baby, or leave me! ~RENT

General Philosophy: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, or squirt people in the eyes with ‘em

Biggest Success: Giving Christine my music

Dreams/Life Goals: To have a husband

Likes: Cigarettes, card games, being a comfortable temp. porn

Loves: Good music

Regrets: Falling in love until this life...for now...

Fears:

Loathes: Homophobes

Weakness:

Bad Habits:

Drink?: Yes

Smoke?: Yes

What single event would most throw this your life into complete turmoil?: Being heartbroken again I guess

What makes life worthwhile?: Friends & Music

What would you die for?: friends

What do You Hate Most?: Homophobes & crappy music

What do you Love Most?: Music & friends

What Makes You Embarrassed?: Homophobes and phan girls

What do You Want Most?: To be loved for me

5 words on how you see yourself: Hideous, smart, kind, lonely, horny

5 Words on how others see you: Rebel, stupid, Dyke, friend, brother

Turn On's: Porn, being bored, really good music

Turn Offs: Fat hairy pigs &/or hideous hearts

Favorites:

Song: Lay All your Love on Me, Fernando, Thank You for the Music

Color: Red

Person:

Sweets: yellow cake

Food: Hamburgers (ESPECIALLY bacon cheese burgers) & fries from restaurants, ESPECIALLY Red Robin and The Dusty Boot

Animal: wolves/coyotes

Movie: RENT or Rocky Horror Picture Show

Book: A Child Called It

Background: First life: Born in about 1851 my mother physically & verbally abused me. Typical Phantom shit, then we get to the Opera. Mostly normal. Save I was only a teacher/friend/ father figure to Christine, didn't romantically love her. I DID however feel that way about Raoul, but since homosexuality was a big no- no back then, I had to hide it by pretending to be interested in Christine that way. Stranger Than you Dreamt It I did tell her I just wanted to be friends instead of that fear can turn to love stuff. Final Lair, same thing except I told Raoul if he didn't come with me, I would burn the Opera House down. ’fun shit’. Christine loved me, Raoul loved Christine, I loved Raoul. Raoul was basically like no fuckin way & pulled a knife out of his shirt. Guess we all know what happened then! Second life: Reborn in 1979. When I was 7, Phantom of the Opera musical came out in London so we went to see it. Realized who I was 9 years later & that’s when the fun shit started; at first my father thought I was being ‘rebellious’ because I was acting like myself. Got so sick & tired of it I was like, “You wanna rebel? & I STARTED being one; wearing what you see in the picture in the summer (without the undershirt; the body I was in before had the smallest woman boob size or father didn't care, thank god, not so lucky now), wearing a sweater and/or a leather 80's jacket when I'm cold/in the winter, getting that tattoo, (though I've grown fond of it) listening to ABBA full blast….acting as modern as I could without wanting to throw up. People were very confused if they could only see the female body I was in because I finally came out to being gay, but due to the female body it looked like I was strait…..That’s when father became an abusive asshole in every way…but I didn't stop….until three years after that, until 2004, when my father god so sick & tired of me he *may trigger* suffocated me with a trash bag. I have a strange feeling my body went out with the trash