Thomas Ambrose Bellamy

Thomas Ambrose Bellamy

PERSONALITY

Likes: Books, quiet places, warm blood, interesting buildings/homes, movies, popcorn, the taste of adrenaline, learning, nosing into people's lives/minds, winter (it goes dark earlier).
Dislikes: The sun, chaotic fast music, feeling pestered, nosy people, staying in one place for too long (wanderlust!), the fact that all foods taste bland compared to blood.
Positive Traits: Calm, clever, patient, confident, observant, resourceful, wise, strong, survivor, wicked sense of humour, warm and generous with those he trusts.
Negative Traits: Selfish, moody, vicious when angry, uncaring (mostly with his food), obstinate, greedy, materialistic, detached, nosy.

HISTORY

Mother: Rosemarie Bellamy, muggle, deceased
Father: Ambrose Bellamy, muggle, deceased
Siblings: Arthur Bellamy, 300, vampire, muggleborn
Miles Bellamy, 298, vampire, muggleborn
Partner: N/A
Exes: Do you have all day?
Children: None
Others: N/A

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Born at home in a scruffy part of London, on 10th May 1724, Thomas Ambrose Bellamy was the first child of Rosemarie and Ambrose. A working class family, Ambrose worked hard as a Blacksmith, whilst his wife made fine dresses for the women in town, selling them for money to feed her son. Though his mother always called him Thomas, his full name, his father often shortened his first and middles names, preferring the nickname of 'Tam', which the young boy loved dearly. At the age of three Tam was given a younger brother, Arthur, or 'Ace' as he would be later called, and he loved being a big brother. Even more so two years later when another son was added to the family. Miles was the last child Ambrose and Rosemarie had, and the three boys were very close, being so similar in age.

Life was hard, and things were pretty simple in Tam's life. He and his brothers were taught at home by their mother, and allowed to work when they reached the age of ten, in order to help keep their family afloat. Tam used to help his dad out at the smithy, but was offered a small job cleaning stables not too far from home. He loved being close to the horses, and would often sneak in places he shouldn't have been, just to pet them. He was a quiet child, always keeping to himself and being polite and courteous, as his mother instructed. Little did anyone know the kind of rebellious thoughts that went on inside his pretty little head.

When he was eleven a letter was delivered to their home addressed to him, and Tam, being a dutiful son, passed it straight to his father, not used to getting mail for himself. His father opened it right there in front of him, but would not tell Tam what the letter was about, no matter how much Tam politely asked over and over. Eventually, he eavesdropped outside his parents bedroom in the night, listening to them discuss the contents of the letter, and feeling like he might explode with excitement and confusion. He was meant to go to a school of magic to learn spells? Surely it was a hoax? He waited until his parents were at work the next day before sneaking into their room to read the letter for himself. Sure enough, some place called Hogwarts wanted him to attend school there.

Tam confronted his parents about it, but was told in no uncertain terms that he would not be attending any magic school, and that whoever had sent the letter had clearly lost their mind. He was disappointed, but it did eventually give him some small explanation when odd things kept happening. The time he made his pillow explode just by glaring at it, for example, or the incident where the barn at the stables caught fire out of nowhere. Tam knew deep down what it was, but he could do nothing about it. His parents had brushed it off as silly, and as much as he loved them, he couldn't bring the subject up again.

His teen years were a lot harder, since he was the eldest of the Bellamy brothers, and was expected to get a proper job and find himself a wife as soon as possible. At the age of fifteen, he worked on the carriages, carting people to and fro across the smoggy city, and getting to see a lot more of it than he would have in any other job. He enjoyed the freedom and scope it gave him, and it allowed him to get away from home enough that he didn't feel trapped and pressured, like he was starting to. Pressure was never something Tam was fond of, and it made him resentful. Why did men have to be so responsible and hard working, when women stayed at home and cooked and cleaned? It wasn't fair. The need to be fancy-free was overwhelming in him.

He was having no luck - or rather, didn't want to put in the effort - finding a wife or any girls that held his interest for more than a night, and upon turning seventeen he left home, moving an hour away where the fields were greener, and the air was clearer. He started working at a small farm, picking fruit and tending crops and animals, and had set himself up a life filled with privacy and freedom. Almost three years he spent there, visiting his family as much as possible and having fun, his evenings spent drinking and partying with friends and girls. That was when she crossed his path. The most beautiful crimson hair tumbled down her back as she danced across the bar toward him, ruby lips curving into an innocent smile. Tam was hooked right there. It was her. She was the one. He had never seen anything like it, the grace in her limbs as she twirled across the wooden floor, blue eyes sparkling in his direction. She was otherworldly.

Needless to say, Tam was no fool. He wouldn't let the opportunity to woo her just walk out the door. He courted her enthusiastically throughout the night, dancing with her, telling her everything he thought she might want to hear. She had to be his. She seemed just as enthused as he was, and made no attempts to resist when he invited her to join him alone for the rest of the evening. He knew the perfect place. The farm he worked at would be deserted and quiet at this time of night, the perfect private place to work his magic on this beauty. They drank and laughed, falling into hay bales in the barn in a drunken fit of giggles. It was then that he had made his move and kissed her. She hadn't stopped him. In fact, she began to remove his shirt, encouraging him to do the same with her dress until the next thing he knew, they were rolling around naked in the hay, having more fun than Tam could have ever wished for. Even as she sunk her fangs into the flesh at his neck, he still wasn't aware of her true nature.

He blacked out after a minute of confusion, and it was days before he woke. Still in the barn, he was buried deep in loose hay, she had obviously placed him there to keep him hidden, and the farmer or his wife had blatantly not ventured his way recently. His clothes were gone, too, and it was bleary eyed and spinning that he stumbled into the farm kitchen and ran through the house to the bedroom, raiding the farmer's clothing and managing to find himself a pair of old pants and an odd shirt, and some rumpled old boots that didn't quite fit. His senses were in overdrive, and the hunger that roiled within him was incredible. But, it wasn't hunger for food...

Fleeing the farm and his home, he walked for days, confused and dazed, completely unsure of what the hell was happening to him, he just knew it wasn't good. It was three days later that a stray cat crossed his path, and the thrumming of its heartbeat deafened him, and he realised that the delightful smell drifting his way was coming from the creature. Without thinking, he snatched the cat before it could run and didn't even blink as his fangs extended, sinking into the animals flesh as the blood drained from it. The feeling was amazing, and it was then that memories from that night with the girl came flooding back. He knew what he was now.

It took him months to adjust, and he tried his hardest to live a normal life, eventually going back home and making up an excuse about visiting friends in the North as a reason for his recent absence. His family were non the wiser to his condition, but Tam was getting stronger by the day. He managed to pull off his regular life without too much trouble, quitting at the farm and getting a night job at a bar, so he could sleep and shelter in the day. Eight long years passed with Tam living a lie, but his brothers weren't to be fooled any longer. He wasn't ageing, and Ace and Milo were no idiots. Confronting him, they gave him no choice. His instinct, as it had with other suspicious people before them - told him to kill them. But they were his brothers, and he still loved them dearly. This being the case, he had no other option.... Locking them in his home that fateful night, he changed them both together, Ace aged 25, and Milo an even younger 23.

The brothers dealt with what he had done to them differently, and for a while they lived together, travelling around the country as the two youngest Bellamy brothers found their feet. But Tam.... Well, Tam got bit by the travelling bug. He was going to live forever. They all were. And there was a huge world out there waiting to be explored. After settling for ten years, the brothers parted ways and Tam set out on his adventures, travelling all over Europe, and eventually settling in New Zealand for a while when he became fed up of the unsettled lifestyle. It was here he learned to draw, perfecting the art as he stayed in the country for thirty years.

It was also here that he was given the opportunity to delve into the magical side of himself that he had been dealing with on his own for years. A woman by the name of Jane boldly sat beside him at a new pub he was trying out, and the first thing she said to him was "I noticed your accent earlier. Did you go to Hogwarts, then?" Her own accent was British, and Tam stared at her for a long moment, having thought he would never know the word Hogwarts ever again in his life. It turned out the magical school was real, and he was sitting in a magical pub, surrounded by witches and wizards. Jane introduced him to some of her friends, and after a few weeks of getting to grips with the fact that it was all real, Tam was given a wand of his own for free by the very generous wandmaker who didn't want to die, and he spent the majority of his time in New Zealand learning magic and mastering the different areas of it with the help of Jane and her friends, who only had to be compelled a few times, to be fair to them.

Tam reunited with his brothers every so often on their travels, more specifically in the early 1900's, when he decided to see what the fuss with America was. His accent now a mix of British and Kiwi, he soon developed an odd American twang after spending fifty years moving from state to state, living life to the full and embracing his vampiric nature. He found that after living so long he didn't see the point in respecting human life any more. All he had to do, it seemed, was blink, and a human life was over. So fleeting was their time on Earth, it was hardly worth fussing about really. He knew he had become a monster, killing on a whim and feeling nothing for it, but he was enjoying his life and saw no reason to stop.

He currently resides back in England, where he finds the current hubbub in the magical community quite entertaining. Being forced to marry a stranger was something that was perfectly normal in the world he had grown up in. Your parents arranged for you to wed Mary who lived across the village, or you met Sarah at the market and were married within a week just because you'd stolen a glance at her ankles in public. Tam didn't see what the fuss was about. That was until he realised that, as a registered wand user, he would be included in this matching tombola. He doesn't like that at all, and while he disagrees with some o the purebloods who are going around killing muggleborns so they don't have to marry them, he's not opposed to taking out the enemy if his name gets pulled from the hat.

OOC

Play By: Taylor Kitsch
Your Alias: Chase
Pronouns: She/Her
Triggers: Spiders