AINSLEY, Jonathan Horatio

[Jonathan Ainsley]

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Name: Jonathan Horatio Ainsley
Nickname: He really only likes being called Jon, although he answers to Ainsley on occasion.
Name Meaning:
Jonathan- Hebrew for 'Gift of God'
Horatio- Possibly derived from the Latin word 'hora', which is related to the passage of time (hours, specifically)
Ainsley- Old English for 'clearing in the forest'
Gender: Male
Age: Born in 1857; Technically a 19 year old
Pet(s): None- they irk him to some extent.
Grade [If applicable]: Senior

Appearance:
Jonathan is everything that a vampire should look like- that is to say, he is handsome, to the point that it is almost unearthly. This, of course, is attributable to his transition from human to vampire, although even as a mortal he was considered to be attractive (because after all, vampires are drawn to beauty when choosing partners and companions). Possessed of facial features that can very easily be described as beautiful (though even this adjective hardly does him justice), the most noticeable things about him are his eyes- which, according to how hungry he is, vary from being a capturing, tawny golden-brown, to being a black which can only possibly be likened to some kind of dark chasm and is quite disconcerting. In a rather unique fashion, though, for one of his kind, his eyes contain a seemingly ever-present glimmer of mischief. After his eyes, however, his mouth is most eye-catching, as it is generally turned up in one corner in some kind of wry half-smile. Apart from these two distinctive features, the rest of his face is perfectly symmetrical and flawless- as it should be, really.

Of course, his looks vary with his expression changes and corresponding moods. For instance, happiness is shown by Jon with a ready and boyish grin which goes all the way up to his eyes, although on the rare occasions that he is angry, his looks are quite different and not nearly as amicable seeming. His eyes have the tendency to harden and his mouth sets in a straight, grim line, the only outward signs that he is enraged. He has the pale skin which is a signature feature of all vampires, although humans pass it off as being his 'natural colouring', with no questions asked. This also applies to the dark circles which manifest under his eyes when he has not fed in a substantial amount of time (though here it must be said that he is not a human-feeder), which are attributed to an apparent 'lack of sleep'. These purplish marks give his eyes a sunken look, and this tends to unsettle some people, so for the sake of remaining inconspicuous (or, as inconspicuous as one who looks like him can), he makes a habit of feeding regularly. His dark hair is almost always unruly, flopping over his forehead in complete disarray.

In terms of constitution he is extremely tall, standing at a very conspicuous 6'4" and towering over most mortals (indeed, his height is generally only rivalled by that of other vampires or werewolves). This height suggests a tendency towards being lanky in frame, but Jon is quite filled out, though definitely not muscle-bound by any stretch of the imagination. He's of the lean, athletic body type, his build a cross between that of a runner and a swimmer- almost wiry in musculature, yet strong, especially in the arms and legs. Again, true to his being a vampire, his body is marble-like- almost perpetually cold and hard, which is of course due to the fact that his heart ceased beating many, many years ago. In terms of speaking voice, Jonathan's is deep and rich, as easy on the ears as his looks are on the eyes. It has a certain canorous quality to it, contradicting to a large extent his rather haunting and pallid looks. In terms of dress sense, Jonathan has learned through the years that clothing from 1857 makes one conspicuous, so he now wears modern apparel, although he leans towards the more elegant and higher-cost pieces out of habit and makes a very clean-cut figure. Overall, he normally makes an intimidating first expression looks-wise, but easily charms people into a state of trust soon afterwards.
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Personality:
Knowledge of Jonathan's personality is just as elusive as that of his pre-vampire past, but before he was turned in 1876, he was a high-flying member of society, and had all of the charisma that went with that kind of stature. Over a century hasn't done much to dull this rampant charm of his, as he still knows exactly what buttons to push and which cards to play to get people to like him. He does not do this to take advantage of people, however- rather, he is amicable by nature because it's one vestige of his former self's personality which has come in useful. It's just as well that he has this trait, though, as he can come across as being a cold automaton- something which, unfortunately, his early years as a vampire brought out in him, along with an intense will to survive. Yes, Jonathan Ainsley is a survivor, and he will do anything, at any cost, to ensure that he, and those that he cares about, are well-protected and safe, even if it means sacrificing some things which are dear to him. He is no stranger to death, and, indeed, not one to killing, either, as he went through the phase as a young, freshly turned vampire which caused him to thirst crazily for human blood.

His morals had always been prevalent in his previous life, though, so he learned to control this bloodlust, to turn it so that it could be applied on animals instead of humans, and even dimmed almost completely. This experience taught him the values of being calm- not totally indifferent, but merely controlled and skilled at hiding emotions. Of course, this talent is imperative for him, because the power which was awakened in him after being turned is one which relies very much on complete control over the mind- that is, the power of telekinesis. His inherent penchant for always using his mind and being quick-thinking in his first life transmuted into the ability to manipulate objects and other inanimate things with his mind. With one wrong thought, he is capable of breaking windows and several other things, and as such he finds it a complete necessity to be as controlled about his temper as possible. Naturally, though, he is not perfect- far from it, actually- and sometimes the temper shows. Rages Jonathan-style are unlike any other, and these are just made many, many times worse by the power which he has. Thankfully, after many years spent reflecting on his temper, he is now able to direct his telekinesis so skilfully that his emotions hardly ever reach the intensity that is required to set him off at all.

Rather, instead of becoming heated and throwing punches (and goodness knows what else), he becomes flat and unfriendly- reserved and inapproachable. Old habits die hard, though- Jon can swear phenomenally, just like the sailor that he once was. This provides a sometimes useful, albeit unorthodox and crass way of venting. Aside from occasional flashes of anger (but only when he's annoyed beyond all belief), though, he comes across as being affable, working the aforementioned charm in spite of his sometimes misguiding looks. He does, hard to believe as it may be, have a good sense of humour, and although his jokes are more of the intellectual type than of the actual ha-ha type, people find it a relief to know that he's not completely without his moments of levity. He makes a loyal friend, although it is hard for him to actually open up to anybody in the first place. He is given to being impulsive sometimes, because after all, over a century's worth of experience doesn't always dull the need for some random and crazy behaviour, but normally he endeavours to be as, er, normal as he can be. Surprisingly, for all his attempted solemn air, he is a mischievous soul, enjoying very much causing trouble, and, of course, avoiding the blame for it. Admittedly, his capability to be the perfect gentleman has helped him get out of a lot of scrapes.
Likes:
- Classic literature such as Shakespeare, Jane Austen, etc.
- Sailing; anywhere, any time.
- Causing mischief
- Evading the blame for said mischief
- Being unpredictable
- Keeping people on their toes
- Surprises, and surprising
- Fencing
- Those who appreciate the finer things in life
- England
- The sunset
- Classical music, especially from the era of Chopin
- Appreciation of art (Monet is a favourite)
- Playing the cello
Dislikes:
- Forks
- Losing control of his temper
- People who deliberately try to irk him
- The idea of bloodlust for humans
- Living under false pretences
- Werewolves (because, well, it's inherent)
- Animal blood
- The fact that he looks scary
- Vanity (though here it must be said that everyone is, at some stage or another, vain)
- Seeing suffering
- The fact that he'll probably stop at nothing if it ensures survival
- Swearing (guilty!)
Flaws:
- Jon can come across as being hard and unfeeling, and generally stoic
- Sometimes resorts to swearing to vent pent-up frustration (which he believes is unbelievably crass)
- He tends to charm people, because after all, who doesn't like being liked?
- He loses control sometimes despite his best efforts, and telekinesis does all sorts of things
- He still yearns, in part, for his old life
- Mischief making! And getting away with it all too often
Fears:
Jonathan fears something truly terrible will happen if he gets incredibly angry and loses all semblance of control- that he may end up hurting someone who means something to him. He also has a rather irrational fear of death, which is stupid since he's already dead, but it's not really a fear of dying itself, so much as the grief and melancholy that goes with it.
Hopes for the Future:
Despite the fact that he's currently a nomadic vampire of sorts, Jonathan would simply like to settle down for once. At the moment, though, travelling suits him just fine.

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What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;

Family:
Horace Ainsley - Father (deceased)
Victoria Ainsley [nee. Throckmorton] - Mother (deceased)
Benjamin Ainsley - Younger Brother (deceased)
History:
Jonathan Horatio Ainsley was born to Captain Horace Ainsley on the 13th of January, 1857. There was a bit of a long story behind the name- Horace was named for the influential Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson, and thus, in turn, and following some kind of family tradition, Jonathan was given the middle name of Horatio. His parents were affluent- part of the Victorian nobility, and so he was raised wanting for nothing at all. Given his father's status in the Navy, he spent just about as much time at sea as he did on land during his formative years, learning everything there was to possibly know about mainsails, rigging, and all other manner of things. In 1864, his younger brother, Benjamin Ainsley, was born, and this was, to Jonathan, who was a sunny, cheerful boy, the best thing possible- he now had a playmate, as it were. It seemed as though they were one small, tight-knit, but happy family- and they were, until the late December of 1975. It was true that the family lived in one of the more affluent suburbs of London, but that did not save them from an outbreak of pneumonia that swept through. Houses were cordoned off as people grew ill, and some even died.

One of those who forfeited their lives was little Benjamin Ainsley, who was only 11 at the time. An 18 year old Jonathan was absolutely devastated, as were his parents. Of course, his mother never really recovered from her grief, as the sickness took her a mere few weeks later. Horace Ainsley sank into a kind of helpless melancholy, but even so, he was determined to save Jonathan when the boy began taking ill. Due to the quarantine, Jonathan had to be confined in a room, but Horace was desperate to find a way to save the last surviving member of his family. It is often said that the most disreputable people frequent taverns, and that was where Horace was approached by a cloaked man who said he could save his son. Now, Horace was not a suspicious person by nature, but there was something off about this mysterious hooded figure- not to mention, he'd never mentioned to anybody Jonathan's sickness for fear that they would insist he be killed to 'save him from the pain'. He turned the stranger away, but as the days went by and Jonathan's condition worsened, he grew increasingly worried- more panicky, more desperate. Finally, on the 16th of January, 1876, he tracked the stranger down again.

The stranger was, in fact, a vampire, and in front of Horace's eyes, he turned Jonathan. Technically, Jon was dead, but at the same time, not. Either way, the sight of the change horrified Horace, but the new vampire that was Jonathan was uncontrollable, and paid his father's feelings no heed. He fled into the night with the one who had 'made' him, and never saw Horace again. At first, for Jonathan, every few days there was a craving for blood that needed to be assuaged, and his maker/mentor encouraged this, telling him to feed in earnest. But one afternoon, the young vampire spied his own reflection in a spring. He had lost much of his identity through the change, but not enough to fail to remember that his eyes had never been red before- in fact, they'd always been green. This was a wake up call of sorts for Jon, and he began to remember bits and pieces of his former life- his love for sailing, his position in society- debutante balls, all of that sort of thing. He gradually began to recall that humans were not food. He realized that he had once been one of them. The realization that he'd been sustaining himself from them for so long disgusted him, and it was in his rage that he accidentally killed his maker, at the same time discovering his talent for telekinesis.

Completely alone in the world now, he wandered aimlessly for a long time, living a nomadic existence and quite completely losing track of time- stopping here and there every once in a while for a couple of years, never quite settling in, and then leaving again. He did not kill another human, although the urge at times was almost too much to bear for the solitary vampire. He migrated from England to America, feeling the need to leave his birthplace and start again, all over. He travelled through many states, again, never quite settling in, before ending up in the quiet little town of Forks. He located a temporary, but exceedingly comfortable rental lodging (because after all, with all of the odd jobs he'd done over the years, money was no problem) and prepared, once more, to stay a while and find out what made the place tick- not to mention what made the rumoured resident vampire family tick, too. Thus far, he doesn't know that many people, but he has a feeling that he will soon enough.

Other: -Admin Edited-
Jonathan has the power of telekinesis (otherwise known as psychokinesis). By this, it is meant that he can manipulate objects- mostly inanimate, though he hasn't tested the limits of this- to do his bidding, and to change shape. Psychokinesis also entails the ability to levitate, channel air molecules and influence events. The theory behind the power is that, essentially, Jonathan can focus on the atoms in anyone particular object or being and manipulate the speed at which they move, thus gaining control over the subject's physical aspects. It is a talent based completely on control of his own mind and of his will, and thus emotions are linked, to some extent, to the power, meaning that Jon has to be very careful about his feelings just in case he causes something to happen which will give him away. Whilst telekinesis/psychokinesis allows him substantial, if not complete control over the physical, he lacks the ability to influence any mental or subconscious aspects of life, unlike some other 'gifted' vampires. On top of this power, he, like the rest of his kind, is possessed of amazing agility and grace, not to mention insurpassable strength.
RP Example:
[[As Rabastan Lestrange from a Hogwarts site]]

Apr 25, 2008 8:18:03 GMT -5 @Rabastan Lestrange said:

He thought he saw a flicker of something or other pass through Jema's eyes, but then again his own were now beginning to darken slightly with...was it lust? No, he thought not. Lust was merely an intense form of sexual want, but he, with his somewhat broad smattering of experiences with this feeling, could distinguish it as something else. Something...more. Even the thought of something 'more' than lust caused him the faintest feeling of unease- after all, he was a man of extreme capriciousness, a notorious philanderer at best. To him, all the little dalliances which he entertained with the select few whom he had chosen of the Hogwarts female population were...well, exactly that. Dalliances, and nothing more. Fleeting encounters, always marked by the breathy words that were whispered, and sometimes even nearly sobbed into his ear, but always gone by the time the sun shone its first tentative rays onto the deep green of his four-poster bed curtains.

Thus, the possibility that his feelings for Jema could exceed friendship, and even exceed his trademark brief, night-time courtships, made it hard for the Lestrange to keep rather horrified goosebumps from raising themselves on his flesh. Certainly, if anything did end up happening between them- on this, or any other night- he would have to treat her differently from the rest of them. He had known her long enough to understand perfectly that she commanded respect and deference, and although these things were generally only shown freely to his immediate family, she deserved them too. So, for the time being, he cautiously watched her as she watched him, as if that made any sense, noting with a new wave of unease that the amount of both physical and emotional tension in the room was nearly tangible...as though he could reach out and touch it, just as easily as he could reach out and touch her.

Rabastan smiled obligingly at her as she brushed by him, almost close enough so that they came into contact- which, all things considered, would have been a bad idea if it had actually happened. She took a direct route to the bed- his bed, actually, and sat down on it as if it were hers. Not that he was complaining, although the idea of having her on his bed, even if for a perfectly innocent reason, ruffled him slightly, and he felt as though his composure was just about shot to hell, thanks to her. Then again, she'd always kept him on his toes. His eyes glimmered slightly as her sad excuse for a nightgown returned to its former spot, but then they happened to move up to meet her eyes again, although they were halted on the way by what the sliding of her arms across his bed had done.

The old proverb 'what goes up, must come down' did sort of apply, seeing as now that the hem of her nightgown was back down at a near-decent length, the top of her 'pyjamas' had apparently decided to move down too. He did nothing about this, although he wasn't sure if, at some point, he had cleared his throat slightly. "Two Hufflepuffs and a Gryffindor," the younger Lestrange corrected his friend with a bit of a long-suffering look at her, willing for her to understand how completely torturous it was for him, although he knew that she, too, had to be less than happy with Saorise McCloud inhabiting her room. Her suggestion did not shock him- in fact, it made him rather amused...happy, as it were. "Mmm, breaking curfew was ever a trait for us, was it not?" He asked, with several scenarios over the years in mind. "It does sound like a good idea, though, unless, of course, something- ah, entertaining- happens here. Who knows? Remind me to take you up on the offer, though, if it gets too hard to bear."

The boy did not notice her silent spell-casting, which was just as well- if he had, he might have gotten some rather strong ideas, although the fact that she was in his room at night for no apparent reason was enough of an idea in itself. "My pleasure," he responded, ever polite, to her request for a mojito, and he deftly poured out a perfect measure for her. Yes, Rabastan Lestrange was a man of many talents, and drink pouring and courtesy were amongst them. Chuckling at her question about the room service lady, he chose deliberately to ignore it, taking her drink to her and offering it to her in some sort of gesture of genuflect. "Well, she was mildly attractive, you know," he said, realizing he couldn't dodge about it, because, after all, it was just part of his personality. He sat down on his bed beside her with an almost frightening amount of grace, stretching in a catlike fashion and yawning, before adding, "But really, what's this discontent I hear in your voice? She was nothing compared to you, and she certainly wasn't dressed as nicely as you are right now." As if to prove his point, Rabastan rather cheekily plucked at the lace which would its way up Jema's side, raising his eyebrows at her.

[Isabella Swan]

Okay, the thing is Penny-muffin. Though this site is not cannon I only really wanted two families to be vampires, we can't over run Forks with vampires. So, on that note, I will accept him because he seems to be a new existence. Now, you need to tell me if he is vegitarien or not. xD

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