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[jaimesonsloan]

About Jaimeson Sloan

Name: Jaimeson Sloan

Nickname: Sloan, Sharpshooter Sloan Race: Human

Gender: Male

Character Likeness: Josh Hartnett - Ethan Chandler/Penny Dreadful Height: 6′3″ Body Type: Muscular - not bulky Eye Color: Amber Hair Color: Brown Age: 26 Birthday: Unknown, but guessed to be between September and December. Notable Scars, Marks, etc: Various scars from learning and perfecting his skills, some from fights when he was younger, and an old and clean entrance only bullet wound on his right abdomen. Tattoos/Piercings: None

Language(s): Speaks common and knows some basics of everything else. He understands more than he can speak of most languages.

First Appearances: He dresses nicely and carries himself with class. It isn’t difficult to see this man has done well for himself.

What To Expect: He is a gentleman first and foremost. However, that can change at the drop of a hat depending on circumstances and company.  He is a loner type that can be a bit promiscuous, though respectfully.

PLACE IN SOCIETY;

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no. (probably not?)

FAMILY;

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed

has a child or children  / has no children

close with sibling (brother) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings  (that he knows of) / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents (both deceased) / it’s complicated

TRAITS + TENDENCIES;

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / neither / in between.

empathetic / apathetic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between / none of the above.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / situation-dependent.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between / situation-dependent.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS;

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no / in between

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION;

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES;

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS;

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excesst

Can Currently Be Found: He travels around a lot, not sitting too still for long in one place. He can be seen in pretty much any city at any given time, especially neutral locations.

Would They Be Known: He could be recognized from performing at public events and even private events for a few noble houses. If he was paid well, he would perform for just about anyone that requested. His father was a traveling merchant and he’s been all around to pretty much every continent and every location that could draw decent coin as he was growing up. He put on shows in places since he was young, helping his father make ends meet.

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Behind Closed Doors

Weekly Writing Challenge - Week 3  Warning: Lots of smut, and some swearing; Just lots of NSFW things and also, this is a very long post as it part of Sloan’s backstory. 

You’ve been warned. xD

“Just call me Emma.” Her first name is revealed just before she empties the remainder of her glass, the amber liquid burning her throat. The blonde gives only the slightest of hints to the unpleasant sensation as she gestures to the empty chair next to her. Sloan removes his hat, dipping his head in gratitude as he takes his place at the table. Uncorking a fresh bottle of finely aged badlands bourbon with a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth he replies, “Emma is a lovely name.” Though the whiskey was originally only intended for himself, the man refills her glass and then pours some into his own dry vessel. Exhaling a satisfied sigh the woman continues, “And before ya ask why I’m here in this tavern all by my poor pitiful lonesome so late in the evenin, I used ta work at this bar, before I hid myself away at home. I started sewin all kinds of fancy dresses and suits to earn my livin. I werked about twelve hours a day every Saturday and Sunday. I served up drinks and cooked and cleaned and thangs.” A proud smile forms on her lips, clear of color as she wears no makeup, “Now, I only have to come to the city once every couple of weeks to auction off a few of my creations and here I am havin done just that this very fine day. I made me some good coin, iffin I do say so myself.” Gesturing to her refilled glass he lifts his own, “Then I say we drink to your success and give thanks that we are both in this very city at the very same time and both enjoying a bottle of very fine drink.” She smiles as she lifts her glass up and then quickly brings it to her lips to seal the toast. “And that I’m enjoying it with a very fine woman,” Sloan adds just before doing the same.

His eyes then travel slowly over her form, thinking of what lay hidden under the taut clothing that hugs her body. She leans against the back of her chair, eyeing Sloan, “By the looks of it, I’d say yer likin what yer lookin at?” His eyes intentionally continue to roam over her womanly curves, “I could lie and say that I do not think fondly of what I see if that would please you to hear.” Amber eyes meet with her sapphire blue gaze as she replies, showing him her bare arms, “Ya see all these scars, like tiny little slices all over em?” He nods in acknowledgment, “Yes, miss, I do.” She vaguely gestures her hand from her neck downward, until it disappears under the table, “I’m perty much covered all over in scars just like my arms. Ya still likin what yer lookin at?” She watches for his reaction to her confession as her fingertips now fiddle with her empty glass. The sharpshooter leans forward in his chair, his eyes staring intensely into her own as he reaches for the bottle sitting in between them. Wrapping his hand around it in a firm grip, he began pouring more drink for her to enjoy. “Your scars are beautiful. I would have a woman with a thousand scars over one with smooth flesh like a blank page of a book that has no words on it; no story to tell,” he reassures her with barely a blink. Slowly she brings her filled glass to her lips and takes a decent amount of whiskey into her mouth. Feeling the whiskey beginning to course through her veins, Emma relaxes in the man’s company, “Iffin ya say so, I s’pose. Not too proud of my scars and don’t much like rememberin the story behind em, iffin ya know what I mean.” She turns her eyes to her glass as she rests it on the table in front of her, “What kinda scars you got?”

Sloan smirks once again, his fingers drumming lazily in front of him as he speaks, “Training scars, battle scars, emotional scars; the usual scars that someone who comes here would generally possess.” He watches her steadily emptying yet another glass of whiskey, “You seem to be keeping a good pace, Emma. I’m guessing that this is a place you like to frequent while you are here on business as you stated.” She chuckles to his last words, “I can’t stand bein in this city sober, so I’ll be fine, don’t ya worry.” She took another decent drink and exhaled a long sigh, “Usual scars.” She chuckles once more,“Guess that’s perty much everybody ‘round here. Everybody’s all scarred up one way or another or lots of ways or maybe even all the ways a person can be scarred. I think I fall in the latter bunch. I think ya do too, iffin ya don’t mind me sayin so.” She shrugs her shoulders and glances about the tavern, “But s’pose havin that in common with somebody ain’t so bad.” She offers a silly sort of smile that was met with one of his own as she turns her eyes back to his. The man laughs after swallowing his last bit of drink he would have for the night, “I like you, Emma.” A smirk replaces the smile on his lips, “And I think you like me too.” He teases as he places the cork back onto the bottle.

Emma stares at Sloan with barely a blink as she brings her glass to her lips. Her eyes peer over the rim of the glass as she takes the large mouthful of whiskey that remained. As she sets the glass onto the table with a light clattering sound of glass against oak, she blinks, but only once and then swallows. The blonde slides her tongue across her lips,“Mayhaps I do, Mayhaps I don’t.” The words themselves did not sound very encouraging, but the tone and the slight curl of a smirk on her lips told a different story. She adjusts herself in her chair and leans back without a single change in her demeanor or expression. Sloan leans forward, his head crossing the halfway point of the table with his gaze shifting from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes, “Oh, do you need more convincing?” He cocks his head to the side, adding with confidence, “Frankly, I think you have an interest in me.” His own tongue gently moves across his bottom lip before a slight hitch of hot air leaves his mouth. The scent of whiskey and mint tease the woman’s nose as his face moves in closer. 

She was beginning to think that perhaps he was right about maybe needing to be sober for something or another. However, the thought was fleeting as his gaze seemingly pierces her soul. “And what if I say yes ta both of those questions?” Emma bluntly asks. Leaning even closer towards her, he pauses with his lips barely centimeters from her own, smelling the whiskey on her own breath, “Then you would not mind if I did this then, hm?” Be it from the whiskey, or the company, it was clear that Sloan can’t seem to resist and neither can she as he leans in to kiss her. The blonde allows his lips to hover as she whispers with her warm breath fall against his face with each word, “I’ve been awful lonely and I ain’t usually one ta admit things like that, but it’s not every day I come across somebody that catches my attention.” She drags her tongue across her lips and lightly gulps. 

With that, Sloan leans in just that tiny space more and takes her lips. His left-hand holds the nape of her neck, while the right delicately cups her cheek and it wasn’t long her own hand rested against his. Her soft whimpers and with how she began to writhe beneath his hands and against his lips fed his desire, coaxing his lips and tongue to work against her own with a fiery intensity. The taste of the whiskey and mint mixing with her sweet saliva force a quickened breath to escape the man in the slight parting of their lips, followed by a few of her own. He could feel her pulse steadily climb beneath the thumb of his left hand and it was then Emma abruptly pulls away. There was a slight hint of fear in the woman’s eyes as they open and she quickly hides it away behind a smile, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. She clears her throat, averting her gaze, “Well then, that was… uh…somethin else now wasn’t it?” She laughed a quick few breathy chuckles rather nervously and cleared her throat once more as if her throat was bone dry. 

Turning her eyes to look at him, he smiles softly while she watches him take up her hand and softly kiss the skin, “No need to hide from me, Emma.” His eyes look to the door, before looking back at her lips. “Fuck it.” he murmurs as he presses his lips against hers again, causing whatever she was about to say to become meer muffled words and then sighs. His fingers thread through her long blonde locks while her hands met with his bearded cheeks. Despite being in a public place, the two were well hidden in the back corner and didn’t care who may or may not be watching for the time being. Moving his kiss from her lips to her neck he pulls her petite body over into his lap and despite his strength, he was gentle as if she was a delicate rose he wished for no one else to hold. Emma gasps in a shuddering breath as his hot breath escaped his nose, falling against her neck. Her fingers slide through his hair and to his back. She whispers through soft, quivering lips, “Sloan…not here.” She whimpers the rest, “Anywhere...but here.” But once those words left her lips, she found herself tilting her head back, giving the man much more room to roam and his lips travel over every extra inch she gave him before he forced himself to stop. 

Taking in a much-needed breath, Sloan traces back up her neck with gentle pecks before stopping at her ear, “I have a room upstairs.” His lips brush against her ear as he finishes his sentence, “and I want you so fucking bad.” His words vibrate against her skin coaxing her to whisper the words he needs to hear to venture forward, “I’ve wanted ya since the moment I laid eyes on ya.” All control was lost as he lifts her up from his lap with his lips burning against hers once more he makes his way to carry her upstairs. Whispers of those that notice fall on deaf ears as they pass by with her hand gripping his shirt, tugging it free of his trousers even before they made it to the top of the stairs. As he grips the knob on the door and kicks it open, Emma was already working his belt free of its buckle. 

His fingers fumble for the lock once he kicks the door closed behind them. The room was quaint, but it held a small hint of luxury as it was the best room the tavern offers. Once the door was locked he let Emma slide to her feet, making sure she got her footing before he releases her. He pulls his jacket and his shirt away from his body, tossing each aside. As she tugs at the buttons of his trousers, his large hands unfasten the buttons on her blouse, “I want to kiss each scar on your body. I want to forget about everything for just a few hours; just think about us.” He confesses while kicking off his boots. Not long after the two were standing before each other in their undergarments revealing quite the map of scars, telling the story of where each had been. He closes the space between them, one step at a time as she agrees, “Let’s forget, then.” 

Despite knowing they may both regret this later somehow, they both silently agree they would be willing to live with those consequences as their lips tangle for a brief moment. “You are beautiful, Emma.” Sloan insists as he slides her panties down, kneeling down in the same motion and kissing her scarred skin. Her body trembles to every sensation as she watches his lips trail down her stomach, coaxing goosebumps to splay out like a skymap of stars over her flesh. With her maidenhood exposed, Sloan places his mouth over it, kissing the nub and lightly flicking his tongue against it, tasting her salty sweetness. Every attempt she makes to speak, a gasped moan takes its place. His hands grip the backs of her thighs as his tongue and lips work against her delicate skin. Her hands drifted to grip his hair and one moves to brace herself on his shoulder as her knees began to buckle. Kissing her bud with determination, but with a form of grace, Sloan grips her back with his hands and coaxes her to the bed. 

Upon reaching the bed, Sloan pulls away from her just long enough to lay down on his back and lifts her to straddle his face. One hand grips her thigh and as his other hand inserts a digit into her hot flesh and Emma gasps out a moan. While working his finger in tandem with his tongue, the blonde can’t help but grind her hips. Never being handled this way was driving her wild and Sloan was all too eager to accept her womanhood grinding against his face. Leaning her head back he caught glimpses of her groping her breasts in ecstasy, encouraging him to slip a second finger within her. Her hand drifts from her breast to reaching behind her and taking hold of his erect manhood, only eliciting her to ride his face even more as she strokes him. He feels his shaft throbbing in her grip and pulls his mouth from her lifting her and positioning her near his waist. With his face still wet from being wedged between her thighs Emma’s lust-filled sapphire eyes stare into his as she slid further back, straddling his waist. 

Already, Sloan’s coarse manly hands traverse over her scarred, womanly body as she positions the tip of his manhood just at her entrance. With his eyes locked onto hers, his body shudders and blended sounds of pleasure fill the room once she lowers herself, taking his entirety deep inside of her. Amber eyes watch as this gorgeous woman slowly leaning her head back in bliss begins rocking her hips. His hands cup her swollen breasts as he thrusts his hips upward in tandem with her own movements. She grinds her hips faster, feeling his shaft stretching her tight walls. She leans back, bracing her hands on both of his thighs and Sloan was given a clear view of his member working into her. His hands grip her waist as he thrusts harder against her motions, watching each passion-filled movement she makes in awe. Sloan had been with many women before, but something in this woman sent him wild and the sight of it all only added to the lust that was building. 

Quickly, he pulls out from her and positions her on her hands and knees. With gentle coaxing, Emma bit her bottom lip as her head met with the pillow and he brought her rotund backside into the air. Without a moment's hesitation, Sloan carefully positions himself in and thrusts back inside of her with full force and Emma cries out blissfully. His hands reach under her body, pulling her back up, holding her against his chest as he takes her from behind. Her head leans back as he kisses and lightly bites her neck causing a soft hiss to erupt within her rhythmic moans. He grips her breasts with his hot breath pouring out raspy lustful words into her ear, “Emma you are so fucking beautiful. I want to see you cum so fucking bad. Cum for me, Emma.” One hand pulls her blonde hair down, exposing her neck once again as he kisses the skin. “Oh fuck!” she screams out, then gasps in a deep breath. She opens her mouth and cries out his name in ecstasy, gasping for air between each moan as he held her sweaty body tense and rigid against his own. The beautiful blissful expression on her face and in the sound of her moans, push him over the edge. Unable to take the pressure any longer, he pulls out from her womanhood, pushing her down, spilling his seed upon her bare behind. 

With both of them covered in sweat, Emma falls onto her stomach and Sloan collapses next to her. His words are shaky and sporadic as he attempts to catch his breath, “Emma...Please, do not go. Stay the night, here with me. I want to get to know the real you.” His words were sincere and it was quite the change from the commanding man that was present before. The blonde still lay on her belly with her body glistening with sweat and her behind painted with his bliss. Panting heavily and trying to catch her breath, she feels the room spinning. With her cheek resting against the bed, he saw her hair was a mess, some covering over her eyes as she looks at him. He couldn’t turn his eyes away even if he wanted to in this moment. Each huffed breath blows some of her hair about, but she couldn’t even be bothered to brush it away. She stares at him a moment through her locks of hair and then she closes her eyes, “Only if ya want me ta stay, Sloan. Don’t feel like ya gotta get ta know me.” She opens her eyes, looking directly at him, “It’s alright, I’m a big girl and I know yer not lookin fer nothin and I ain’t either.” Sloan could only sigh, shaking his head slightly, “You still that afraid of me?” A smile peeked out from behind her hair as he moves a hand to caress her cheek. His smile returns as he confesses to her,  “I want you to stay, even if it is just for the night...Just stay.”

As he brushes her hair away from her eyes she chuckles, “Well, iffin I’m gonna stay and ya wanna know the real me, yer gonna need ta know that I’ll be tryin ta hog the bed and all the blankets. Yer gonna have ta fight me fer em all night and ya know what else?” She lifts her head, brushing even more hair away from her face, “Sometimes I even snore.” She turns on her side, propping her head on her hand with her elbow sinking into the mattress, “How’s that fer gettin ta know the real me?” The man chuckles quietly in turn, his hand still caressing her cheek, “Well it is a fight you will have to lose, beautiful.” He moves in to kiss her lips once, before pulling back and smiling at her, “I meanwhile tend to talk in my sleep sometimes and I have bad news.” Her brows raise in curiosity, “Oh?” He brings the blankets up to cover them and pulls her close, “I’m afraid you will have to suffer through me holding you close to me tonight.” Emma exhales a sigh as she rests her head against his broad chest, “I might drool on ya, but alright.” Quiet laughter of the two could be heard and it wasn’t long they were sleeping soundly. 

The next morning, Sloan awoke alone in the bed they shared without a single slither of evidence that she was ever there. He gathers up his things and looks inside the empty room. As he shuts the door behind him he shuts the door to his heart. His deep voice mumbles out quietly, “Never again.”

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Giving Thanks

(WWC - Week 4 - Pilgrim’s Bounty / Food )

“You wouldn’t shoot a man with his own pistol, now would you?” Sloan asks without a single hitch in his voice as a woman with a dark hood stands over him with the barrel of his own gun pointed in his face. She shoves it further in his face, “Hand it over; all of it.” The man lays on his back inside his tent, holding his hands next to his head with his palms splaying open, “And what exactly are you expecting me to hand over?” The woman gestures to his satchel next to him, “I know ya got lots of money in that bag. I watched ya put it in there after ya did yer lil tricks fer that rich fat noble and his rich noble friends.” With a slight smirk tugging at one side of his mouth, the gentleman inquires, “So you’ve been following me, have you?” Narrowing her eyes, she pushes the muzzle of the gun hard against his nose, “Not fer the reasons yer hopin fer. Now hand it over and I’ll be on my way.” With a light click of his tongue, his smirk grew wider. Allowing his hands to move to his chest he laces his large fingers together. He closes his eyes, seemingly fully relaxed and unbothered by the cold steel against his nose, “And after all, we’ve been through. I really thought you were as keen on me as I was you. We made love like starcrossed lovers plucked right out of one of those romance novels. In fact, I think I could easily say you’re the best lover I’ve had to this day.”

Slowly, the metal eases off his nose as she stands straight. Looking down at him, Emma rolls her eyes in sheer annoyance and throws his gun at him, not caring where it lands. A grunt can be heard as the gun bounces off his stomach. He chuckles as he sits up, tucking his pistol away in his holster, “I knew you didn’t have it in you to put any more holes in me.” Sapphire eyes meet with his amber gaze as she folds her arms and leans against the nearest tree, “More holes? I ain’t shot yer ass...yet.” As he stands, he moves his hand to cover his heart and his face twists into that of a man in excruciating pain, “Emma, my beautiful Emma. The next morning after I awoke to find you gone, you left a hole the size of Azeroth in my heart.” 

Snorting a laugh the woman’s lips held a smirk, “Ya know ya sure talk mighty fancy fer a man with his trousers slippin down to his knees.” A chuckle escapes the man as he drops the overly-dramatic act. A genuine smile forms on his lips without a single attempt to catch his pants as they slid to the ground, “I certainly have missed you these last few weeks and I almost went looking for you. However, I decided it was best to let you be. I guess the old saying is true about letting something go.” Eyeing the tall man standing in his shorts with his trousers pooling at his feet, Emma could only slowly blink a few times. He chuckles once more as he bends over to pull his pants up, fastening them once they reach his ripped waistline, “I suppose asking you to stick around longer than a few hours would be asking too much, but I would be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight and perhaps you can explain to me where it is you’ve been and why it is you felt the need to try to rob me of my earnings.” Her smirk shifts to a smile as she folds her arms across her chest, “I s’pose since that’s the best offer I’ve had all day, I’ll take it. It is Pilgrim’s Bounty after all.” Tucking his shirt into his trousers, Sloan moves closer to the blonde. His hand snakes around to her back, pulling her against him as he stares down into her sapphire eyes, “Maybe afterward we can express our thankfulness in our own way.” His fingertips gently cradle her chin, guiding her lips toward his. “Mayhaps we will, mayhaps we won’t.” is all she whispers against his lips before giving in. 

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“You look a little out of place.”

Sloan pulls his hat away from his head, slicking down his hair a bit just before dipping his head in greeting to the woman. With a museful tone, he replies “Thank you for noticing, miss. I never did fit neatly tucked away on the shelf like most people and I take a lot of pride in that.” He rests his hat against his chest with a charming sort of smile, “My name is Jaimeson Sloan. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?” He waits patiently for her to offer him a name just as any gentleman should.

@belillinafireseeker, thank you for the ask!