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About James Vaughn

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    Matthew Gray Gubler
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    James Andrew Vaughn
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    Legal Aide
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With his tall, skinny build, Jamie looks incredibly gawky, but despite his appearance, he is not clumsy. While not exceptionally graceful, he doesn’t trip over his feet or drop things on a regular basis. He dresses well, and takes care with his appearance. While his clothing is slightly out of fashion back home, it is months, if not years ahead of that of those in Coalchapel. His British accent serves to make him stand out even more in America. He’s fair skinned, and because he works in doors, he’s extremely pale, and every time he spends more than a few hours outside in the sun he tends to end up getting a bad sunburn.

James looks like what he is, a young intellectual young man who works with his mind, not his hands. In the months since he left England, his brown hair has grown out, hanging down around his jaw. He typically tucks it back around his ears, rather than getting it cut as often as he would prefer, in an effort to save money. There’s something appealing about him, for all of his awkwardness, he comes across as harmless and sweet in a lost puppy sort of way.

In the months since James left England, headed for America, James' funds have begun to run low, and while his clothing has become slightly threadbare, he still takes pains to look as nice as he can given his limited means. Once he finds gainful employment James will update his wardrobe, to a manner befitting his profession if not his title.

Traits & Characteristics

James grew up with his older brother Henry, constantly picking on him. The two brothers were not close in the slightest, in fact his brother hates him for being born, because their mother died giving birth to him. Compounded by the fact that James had freedom that Henry lacks as the eldest son, who is expected to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Due to all the bullying that he endured as a child both at the hands of his older brother and as a student at school, James tends to be quiet and withdrawn, struggling with showing his emotions. James has never known the love of his mother, and seldom saw his father. He was raised primarily by Moira Fitzgibbon, his young Irish nanny until he was sent away to school when he was six.

Despite, or perhaps because of, his unhappy upbringing, and the bullying that he endured during his schooling, James is a good-natured man who loves nothing better than to lose himself in the pages of one of his beloved books. When he moves into town, he arrives with three trunks, two of which were filled with his favorite books. He's a long way from everything he knows, and is understandable afraid. But since he's nearly broke, he knows his options are limited and he's determined not to fail



Seeking employment in the legal field since he studied law in his native England


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James is the second son of Duke Edward Vaughn and his wife Katherine. He has an older brother named Henry, and despite the fact that they have no other siblings, the two brothers are not close. Raised in his family’s estate in the countryside just outside of the city of Northampton, James’ early life was an exceeding unhappy one. Henry resents James because their mother died giving birth to the younger brother and also because James was a potential rival for their father’s money and title.

When he was six years old, James was sent away to start his education at Eton. For the next ten years James lived at Eton, save for the holidays when he came back home, to face his father’s indifference and the torment that Henry always put him through. Despite the teasing from the other boys at school, James thrived academically during his time at Eton. He loved to learn, and with his near perfect memory he retained most of what he read, allowing him to do extremely well in school.

The ease with which James mastered his studies and the high regard that his teachers held him in, didn’t do much to endear James to his older brother or his fellow classmates. The other boys shunned James at best, and more than a few bullied him, both verbally and physically. The bullies were smart enough to keep the attacks to fairly minor stuff, pinches and bruises that James could keep hidden under his clothes. Like the other boys at the school, James lived by a strict code that forbade telling the teachers about the abuse.

James also excelled in art, drawing and painting, which didn't help to endear him to his fellow classmates. It did with one of his teachers, Peter Davidson who encouraged him to pursue his talent for art. But there were rumors that there was more between them than that of teacher and student. It didn't take long for the administrators to act on them and dismiss Mr. Davidson. But the rumors remained and most of the students were half convinced that James had been in a relationship with the fired teacher. This was not true however.

Given the apathy, Henry has for him, and their father’s indifference towards his younger son, James avoided going home whenever possible, preferring the lonely solitude of holidays spent at school to that of holidays spent with his family. When their father died, and Henry inherited the title, lands and money, taking their father’s place of head of the family, James quickly realized that his hopes of finishing his legal studies at Cambridge were over, Henry would never pay for him to pursue his dream of becoming a solicitor. Taking the small inheritance left to him in their father’s will he set out to make a new life for himself.

Life on the frontier is going to come to a great shock for James, given the way of life that he left behind in England. He will take refuge should there be a gunfight when he's around. But he's not a coward, and will risk life and limb to protect women and children from harm. James has had limited experience with women, his nanny being the only woman he ever really knew. He is still a virgin having been too shy, and too broke to consider visiting a prostitute. James arrived in Kalispell in the hopes that the education he he does have will enable him to find employment rather than completing against professionals who did finish their education.

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  1. James Vaughn
    This wasn’t the first time James had been accused of being too serious or of being unable to take a joke.
    “I did study geology in school.”  James told the older man with a shrug since it had not been his focus as law ultimately ended up being.  “I did not however study animal husbandry so I know next to nothing about cattle.”  Or horses he thought, suppressing a shudder since he wasn’t comfortable at all around the big animals.
    The younger man nodded in response to his companion’s enthusiasm.  
    “Geology actually.”  James told her when she bounced her way back up to them, a bright smile on her face.  He smiled down at her, since there was something very appealing about the way she approached life
  2. James Vaughn
    When Ada asked how he was dealing with people, men specifically, the color leached from James’ naturally fair complexion, leaving his face very nearly white.  “Training?”  he stammered, his stomach churning within him.  “You mean I will have to teach them what they’re going out to look for?”  Getting people to listen to him had never been James’ strong suit.  In school, he’d been a good student and his thin gawky build had not endeared him to the majority of the men he’d encountered since his arrival in America.  He felt that paperwork no matter how troublesome was preferable to trying to train people to do anything.  Especially the rough and ready types that were so prevalent here in the United States.  He did understand the concept of selling merchandise at a profit.  “That makes sense.”  he murmured in reference to her last bit of information.  ”Though I am curious about one thing.  Where do you store the lumber?”  James was new to the town, that was certainly true, but he didn’t remember seeing anywhere big enough to store raw lumber.
  3. James Vaughn
    James’ gaze dropped instinctively to her feet before returning to her face, laughing along with her little joke.  At least he assumed it was a joke since there was nothing on her shoes to indicate that she had stepped in anything on her way over?
    James blinked, suddenly envious of the confidence that she displayed.  It was something that he lacked.  Standing up for himself hadn’t gone well the few times that he had dared when his brother and his cronies had tormented him at school.  Though in James’ defense Henry and his chums had been bigger and older.  It was hardly a fair fight.  “To be fair I think it’s more important that you’re used to them rather than me.”  He stopped before adding any more inane comments.
    Pen in hand, James listened carefully as she explained what it was that she needed to be done in regards to her late brother’s estate.  He asked a few questions when there was a point that he needed clarification
    James nodded, then realized what he’d just done in front of the blind woman and spoke, “I’d be delighted to assist you in any way that I can Miss Grimes.”  He hurriedly assured her.  What the Marshall said made sense once he thought about it.  She could feel coins and tell one from after based on size but would be unable to tell one bill from another without the ability to see.
  4. James Vaughn
    James blinked, a slow smile spreading over his lips, though there was a wistful air about it.  He might not be married or feel that he was much of a prospect for a wife being young and still unemployed.  But he always assumed that he would one day marry a nice respectable girl.  How and where he’d meet her James hadn’t a clue, especially now in his land so very far away from where he'd been born and raised.

    “I err..  Well… I studied law at university.”  James told Pettigrew, his cheeks once again slowly getting bright red.  “Didn’t have much call to study geology I’m afraid.”  He said feeling as if he’d done something wrong.  Not that he’d had much choice in what he ended up studying.  As the son of a noble, James had few options open for him.  Manual labor wasn’t considered an option, not even for the second son of the poorest of noble families.   Law was about the only acceptable field for someone such as himself to work for a living.
  5. James Vaughn
    “I’ll do what I can to help you Miss.”  James assured her, though he was not hardly a detective.  Not that she seemed to need that, or she would have gone to the marshall rather than to him.  
    A burst of laughter erupted from James’ lips at the image her words conjured up.  “I do have hair, a rather dull shade of brown I’m afraid, but my head is covered with it.”  He ran his fingers through his rather shaggy mane since he hadn’t had it cut in far too long.  “Not like yours which has warmth and depth.  Hints of red and gold woven through it.”  James blushed, his voice trailing off awkwardly since he’d spoken without thinking.  Clearing his throat he changed the subject praying she would say nothing in response to his unexpected comments.
    “My pleasure.” He said, as their hands slid slowly apart so he could do what he needed for her comfort while she revealed what she wanted from him.  James had never thought much about how a blind person lived or if they dreamed of when it came to marrying.  He’d never really had much life experience to be honest.  He was still young and barely out of the classroom.  As a younger son, his prospect had always been dim and now, robbed of what he’d once had seemed bleaker than ever.  For now his sole focus was finding a way to support himself in the frontier.  The notion of supporting a wife had yet to seriously cross his mind,  But when it did, he would think less of what she looked like, since he was hardly a prize, but that she would prove to be a helpmate.  Able to tend to the house while he worked outside of it to support them.
    Alarm made James’ eyes go wide, fearing he’d somehow offended her.  “I’m sorry if I somehow offended you MIss Frances.”  He stammered quickly, his cheeks going red again.  “That was not my intention.”
    For the next few minutes the only sound that came from James was the scratching from his pen as he took quick notes based on what Frances was telling him about her deceased brother.  He frowned, thinking that her brother reminded him of his own older brother, Henry.  Who’d stolen the bulk of his inheritance from their father, leaving James unable to complete his studies.
  6. James Vaughn
    James gave a shy smile, nodding in agreement to the older man’s words.  He had no trouble believing what Mr. Pettigrew said about how a polished stone might need to be watched out for rather than the rougher uncut ones.  He took the other man’s hand, giving a firm shake.
    The way the words rolled so smoothly off his tongue had James blinking in some surprise, an errant thought crossing his mind that he must have practiced that many times in the past.  “I dare say that I will have no need of your services.”  The young man said with a smile, intending no insult, “Or at least not any time soon.”  He amended since the services that Pettigrew provided were for ladies, not men.
    “I…  Thank you.”  James accepted the card, his hand twitching towards his pocket before he stilled it since what cards he still had were tucked away in one of his trucks, rather useless since they bore a title that he didn’t use here.  It didn’t help him stay clothed and fed so he’d stopped using it while he’d been in Boston, well before making his way out to the wilds of the frontier.  
  7. James Vaughn
    When the young lady rose, thrusting her hand in his general direction, James moved forward, his own hand reaching out towards her smaller one when she spoke, directing him to take her hand.  “Yes of course.”  James said, his tone apologetic for not realizing it sooner.
    When her other hand came to rest against the back of his hand, James gave a gentle squeeze, not wanting to hurt the delicate fingers in his grasp.  James didn’t consider himself particularly strong by any stretch of the imagination but her slender fingers made his hand feel big and rough in comparison.
    “Oh….”  James breathed, faintly relieved by her request.  “I can certainly guide you through handling his affairs.  Though I should tell you that while I did study law I was not able to complete my studies so I fear that I may not be the best person for prosecuting anyone.”  He laid his other hand atop their still clasped fingers.  “That being said, I know the law well enough to help defray the cost of an actual practicing soli…  err lawyer.”
    When the marshal announced that he had to going, commenting that he was leaving the young blind lady in James’ capable hands, James flushed, touched by the confidence shown him by the marshal.  “Yes sir.”  He murmured, then turned his full attention back to Frances even though she couldn’t tell.  “Shall we sit?”  He suggested, “My desk is back here.”
    James looked at the distance between where they stood and the location of his desk.  “Um…  I think I’ll need a moment first.  To bring the other chair to my desk.  Wait here?”  He eased his hand free of hers, then hurried to move the chair over to the other side of his desk.  Then he returned to her side, “Here.”  He said so she would know he’d returned, then took her hand again, guiding her to the chair he’d moved for her.  Once she was seated, James took his own seat, drawing a piece of paper and a pen towards him.  “Tell me about your brother’s affairs.”
  8. James Vaughn
    His errand done, James waited on the edge of the street for the stagecoach to pass down the road before he started across back to the surveyor’s office.  Once he reached the door, James paused a moment, smoothing down his hair before he turned the knob and walked in.  The sight of the young woman with the cloth tied over her eyes, sitting in one of the chairs.  “Hello.”  James said, his words betraying his origins, even as he gave a slightly puzzled look at the Marshall and Miss Ada.  “I don’t believe we’ve met.  I’m James Vaughn.” Raised to be polite, he started to offer his hand, flushed when it hit him that she must not be able to see, and clasped his hands behind his back, watching her with a slight smile on his face.  
    James hadn’t had any real experience with the blind before, so he did his best not to stare.  She might not have been able to see him, but it felt rude to the young man.  Rather like the way that his schoolmates had treated him back at boarding school.  He’d hated it so doing anything of the like to someone else was out of character for him.
  9. James Vaughn
    A tiny smile curved James’ lips went she used his term for work that the men scouting out the new territories did, secretly glad that he would not have to do anything of the sort.  “How often do you have to purchase land?”  He asked, turning to look at the maps on the walls again, trying to hide the flush of pride when she called him too valuable.
    “Forgive me.”  He said with another of his long slow smiles.  “I dearly love to learn and I can not tell you how many times my teachers despaired of my impatience.  Where shall I sit?”  He asked, shrugging out of his jacket, and folding it over his arm awaiting a reply from his new employers.  When directed to his new work station, James took a seat and dove into the task at hand.
  10. James Vaughn
    At Ralph’s muttered words, heat flooded James’ cheeks yet again.  “Indeed they do.”  He murmured back, “When they planned to enter an establishment like this one.”  Not that he had much money left from the meager inheritance from his tightfisted elder brother, after his journey from his native land to the frontier.  There was a certain amount of truth to Ralph’s opinion of James, though when he had the coin he’d been very generous to those who waited on him.  Now, however, he didn’t have much to spare.  A fact that he hoped to remedy when he secured employment here in town.
    James hadn’t meant to confound Arabella, but when she’d asked him for a song, he’d simply blurted out the first thing that had come to mind,  His former nanny had sung it to him at bedtime before James had gotten old enough to be sent gone off to boarding school.  James sang along under his breath, too shy to join in properly, but unable to resist the urge.  He’d loved Moira as he would’ve the mother he’d never had the chance to know.  Guilt for his empty pockets colored James’ face, but he swore to himself that when he found a job and had money to spare he would brave the tavern again to buy a drink for the old Irishman who’d given him a bit of his childhood back.
    James managed, barely, not stammer how he’d no intention of courting the young lady.  Instead he nodded somberly, “Thank you my good man for the warning.”  He looked over at the young lady in question, a hint of affection in his eye.  “She has a good heart.”  He murmured as if to himself.  Since this was true, James was gladder still that he’d managed to prevent the girl from doing harm to herself.  He’d never dreamed of doing what he’d done but he now knew that if given the choice he’d do it again without a thought.

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