The evolution of James to Semaj

== Physical Appearance ==

A somewhat imposing figure at 6’2” and 250 lbs – Semaj, although not showing it through definition shows the mass of his muscle through is bulk and density. His short cropped hair slightly tustled on his head shows all brown, not yet having had the chance to turn gray.

His forearms and biceps show the scars of the battles he waged on the streets of South Boston, defensive wounds that saved his life more than once, his knuckles rough and jagged from more than a few brawls in back alleys and clubs.

His chest, clean of hair, shows only a single circular scar barely an inch to the right from where his heart used to beat, the scar that brought him to the vampire realm.


== Human Life ==


Born in Cambridge Massachusetts to a middle class Irish Family - Semaj as James Clearny was a bright child. Frequently bored in school, extracurricular activities provided some semblance of a challenge – wrestling a favorite – but not quite brutal enough.

Accepted to MIT for mechanical engineering on a scholarship was a highlight for his parents, but was merely another few years of tedium in school to look forward to.
He found from some ‘unsavory’ friends that his brawn and brains could be put to a more profitable and more importantly an entertaining use – dropping out of MIT after his second year to join with the Irish Mob.

The Irish Mob known for their brutality and ingenuity were a perfect fit. Using his brawn for intimidation and dishing out punishment kept him mildly entertained and moderately fit. This was counterbalanced by his mechanical abilities in creating tools to keep the family safe – security systems and counter surveillance equipment.

However, tools that more efficiently doled out punishment to the family’s enemies while keeping the family a safe distance away were his favorite. His homemade remote controlled drones were responsible for more a few of the family’s enemies demise.

The greed of his former family members though led to his end in the mortal realm.

After using his skills escorted by two other family members to retrieve some precious stones from a downtown office he found himself running through the alley with them when they called out his name.

He turned and found them stopped, several yards behind with O’Reary’s gun pointed at him – seems this wasn’t a family sanctioned outing and they felt that a two-way split was more agreeable than a three-way.

James charged to knock the gun out of his hand but even his bulk couldn’t stand to the power of a .45 and he felt the hot sting of the bullet tearing into his chest – just feet away from his new enemy he fell to the ground clutching the wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing – but he just drifted to darkness.


== Rising from the dead ==

Semaj knows not who turned him or more curiously why - but they brought him from the brink of death to the life of the undead.

Awakening in that alley, expecting the pain to still be there Semaj found he felt no pain, felt no heat, felt no cold – but he could sense everything around him – the slighting wind or noise was noticeable and observable to him.

Semaj did not know what had happened, how he had been saved, but as he got up and walked forth he found that he had the hunger. The hunger increased as he walked, his body looking for its first feed in its new form – it’s when he saw a man staggering through across the street that he could smell it… he could smell his blood and hear his heart pumping it through his veins. The urge was undeniable and Semaj moved – more quickly than he ever recalled being able to cover a 20 yard distance and grabbed the drunkard, pulled his head to the side, sank in his fangs that appeared and drank – he drank all that the man could give.

It almost seemed instinctual, it wasn’t something Semaj thought consciously about doing, it just seemed to come naturally - the realization set in of what he had become.

Returning home Semaj had to decide what he was going to do now – he did know that although sated now, he would be hungry again the next night, and revenge along with a drink would go well.


== Life(?) now ==

Always loyal and hard to gain the trust of; Semaj has now found that he is even slower to trust - even more so to trust enough to turn his back on anyone.

Coming off as Semaj the Cold at first, but once his trust is earned he is fiercely loyal and at times the Irish humor and fun still come through.

Hunting mostly solitary around the bars and clubs of downtown Boston (why does drunken blood taste even better to him? – maybe some Irish stereotypes and heritage transcend death).

Semaj enjoys these hunting grounds as there are always an abundant supply of prey and an equally abundant supply of ready and willing women for a bit of pre-dining gratification.

Hunting in bars also offer the opportunity for a bit of exercise in the form of fights, not a night goes by downtown that some fool doesn’t try to impress his friends or girl by stepping up. Semaj lets them get the first hit or two in – it keeps the bouncers and cops on his side if it gets broken up - he was only defending himself. Though once the first strikes are in the response is swift and vicious - he finds that he has to hold back though - they are only humans after all.

His fighting style is aggressive and effective but could very much be described as savage when he unleashes his fury – a few humans have seen that fury unleashed – first it was those who had taken his life.

Now after a time of solitude and meeting only one other in Boston, Semaj comes forth looking to find others of his kind – to learn, to train, to hunt, to fight if needed and maybe find his sire and find out why…