James typically wears a cotton button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The shirt is tucked into a pair of black wool pants which are held up by black suspenders. Over the shirt, he wears a black silk vest with a gold pocket watch and chain tucked in its pocket. He is also often seen wearing black leather gloves.
So without further ado, let the interview begin.
Jonathan: Hello, my name is Jonathan and thank you for taking time to see me for a interview. I have heard you name passed around a few times but just for the record what is your name?
Filigree: My name is James Alexander Filigree, I am a man of 22 years and... hmm... there was a fancy word for it.... hmm....oh yes, that's right... Caucasian.
Filigree: Is there anything else?
Jonathan: Oh no no we will start the more serious questions now.
Jonathan: Oh bugger, I forgot to write down the date, do you happen to remember what the date is today?
Filigree: Yes, it is November 9th,1875.
Jonathan: Ah, thank you. Now that everything is finally in order, lets begin.
Jonathan: Where were you born, Mr. Filigree?
Filigree: Mind you, due to the manner of which I came to inhabit this isle I can not be sure as to where exactly I was born, though from what little i could find I know that I was born somewhere during the journey from Paris, France to London, England.
Jonathan: That seems like quite the trip for an infant, what did your parents think?
Filigree: They're dead.
Jonathan: Are they still alive?
Filigree: ...didn't i just say they were dead?
Jonathan: Where, if i may ask, do...umm... where do they lay?
Filigree: somewhere at the bottom of the English Channel, I think.
Jonathan: What?!
Filigree: Well, I told you that I was born while traveling from Paris to London correct?
Jonathan: Yes, of course.
Filigree: Well, in order to reach London you must first cross the English Channel. I have my doubts that my former parents were able to purchase space on those large ocean faring ships and instead chose the more economical choice, to their undoing, as I'm sure that the day they embarked was a particularly stormy day.
Jonathan: But how did you survive?
Filigree: Luck! Good sir. Blind bloody luck! You see, when I was born my parents had the good sense to purchase some sort of covered basket to put me in, and it just so happened that that basket floats. Though how I got shore is nothing short of miraculous.
Jonathan: What happened after that?
Filigree: Well I washed up onto the shores of Brighton, and there I was found by a Madam Archer, the owner of a relatively well know bordello, here in London. Whom, out of the goodness of her own heart, took me in and raised me as her own.
Jonathan: hmm... I wonder, what was Madam Archer doing in Brighton when her business was in London?
Filigree: hahahaha! Yes well... Whenever I asked her that, she would say that she was on vacation! But I am pretty sure that the only reason she was there was to recruit new girls for the business. hahaha!
Jonathan: Must have been hard for you while growning up.
Filigree: You do remember the part where I said I was raised by a Madam and her girls right? So of course it was! Don't think that they mistreated me or anything like that, they raised me as their own and I love them as my mother and aunts. I had quite the "colourful" upbringing, as I learned quite a number of things from not only the girls at the brothel but from their patrons as well.They were eager to teach when they were "satisfied" and in a good mood. Much of what I learned was absolutely necessary for my current occupation.
Though not all of it was good, my mother wanted me to get something of an education and so sent me to school. You can imagine how the other children treated me when they found out that I was raised by prostitutes. It was then that I learned how to defend myself, and defend myself well.
Filigree: Mind you, due to the manner of which I came to inhabit this isle I can not be sure as to where exactly I was born, though from what little i could find I know that I was born somewhere during the journey from Paris, France to London, England.
Jonathan: That seems like quite the trip for an infant, what did your parents think?
Filigree: They're dead.
Jonathan: Are they still alive?
Filigree: ...didn't i just say they were dead?
Jonathan: Where, if i may ask, do...umm... where do they lay?
Filigree: somewhere at the bottom of the English Channel, I think.
Jonathan: What?!
Filigree: Well, I told you that I was born while traveling from Paris to London correct?
Jonathan: Yes, of course.
Filigree: Well, in order to reach London you must first cross the English Channel. I have my doubts that my former parents were able to purchase space on those large ocean faring ships and instead chose the more economical choice, to their undoing, as I'm sure that the day they embarked was a particularly stormy day.
Jonathan: But how did you survive?
Filigree: Luck! Good sir. Blind bloody luck! You see, when I was born my parents had the good sense to purchase some sort of covered basket to put me in, and it just so happened that that basket floats. Though how I got shore is nothing short of miraculous.
Jonathan: What happened after that?
Filigree: Well I washed up onto the shores of Brighton, and there I was found by a Madam Archer, the owner of a relatively well know bordello, here in London. Whom, out of the goodness of her own heart, took me in and raised me as her own.
Jonathan: hmm... I wonder, what was Madam Archer doing in Brighton when her business was in London?
Filigree: hahahaha! Yes well... Whenever I asked her that, she would say that she was on vacation! But I am pretty sure that the only reason she was there was to recruit new girls for the business. hahaha!
Jonathan: Must have been hard for you while growning up.
Filigree: You do remember the part where I said I was raised by a Madam and her girls right? So of course it was! Don't think that they mistreated me or anything like that, they raised me as their own and I love them as my mother and aunts. I had quite the "colourful" upbringing, as I learned quite a number of things from not only the girls at the brothel but from their patrons as well.They were eager to teach when they were "satisfied" and in a good mood. Much of what I learned was absolutely necessary for my current occupation.
Though not all of it was good, my mother wanted me to get something of an education and so sent me to school. You can imagine how the other children treated me when they found out that I was raised by prostitutes. It was then that I learned how to defend myself, and defend myself well.
Jonathan:After all that's happened, do you believe in any religion?
Filigree: well I was raised protestant, but honestly i don't know how anyone could adhere to that hogwash
Jonathan: At a
glance how do people stereotype you?
Filigree:
well I would like to believe that people see me as a common bloke making his
way in the world. But, as you can see (gesturing to a gold pocket watch and
chain)… my occupation is incredibly lucrative and hence have taken part in some
of the privileges of the rich. Which do not really fit the image of the common man.
Jonathan: do
you have a romantic partner?
Filigree:
Sigh… no…. no I do not. But regardless of whether I had one or not, I would not
tell you.
Jonathan:
Why?
Filigree:
Because, my good man, my occupation, though lucrative, is very dangerous and
has a tendency of making people rather cross with me.
Jonathan: So
you wish to spare them from being used to get to you.
Filigree: Precisely.
Jonathan:
Surprising... I didn't think of you as the noble type.
Filigree:
Hmmpff!
Jonathan: Oh!
I’m sorry; I didn't mean to insult you.
Filigree: No,
of course not.
Jonathan:
well, instead of a lover, how about a best friend? Do you have a best friend?
Filigree:
Yes, I do. But due to the same reasons as before I cannot divulge that such sensitive
information.
Jonathan: Oh
don’t be like that. At least tell me what they are like.
Filigree: Well…
(his eyes drift to some distant part of the room, focusing on nothing in
particular. A small smile upon his face). She is... like fire, beautiful and warm as a well lit fireplace, yet can be as fiery destructive as the most hottest infernos.
Filigree: (focusing once more as if coming out of a trance) Quite frankly, she is and annoying woman who does not seem to know the meaning of "no" and "go away!".
Filigree: (Once again, looking off into the distance) And yet.... I cannot see my life without her.
Jonathan: Could it be that there was a lover after all?
Filigree: (Looks at Jonathan with eyes showing slightly veiled anger) ....
Filigree: I do not like publicizing my "economic situation" as you put it, it's bad for business.
Jonathan: But... before you said... sigh. You have often mentioned you "occupation", what is your occupation?
Filigree: Lets just say I provide a service to those looking to... "relieve" others of their unneeded goods, if you know what I mean. heh heh heh
Jonathan: Would you steal?
Filigree: Obviously, you didn't know what I meant.
Jonathan: How do you feel about lying?
Filigree: I feel absolutely awful about it. I would never lie. I am a very honest man. really.
Jonathan: Do you have any other vices?
Filigree: What man doesn't ?
Jonathan: What makes you happy?
Filigree: What makes ANY man happy? what IS happiness? can any one of us ever truly obtain it? But if you ask me, a nice sum of money, a high class whore, and some wonderful wine seem to do the job quite well. hahaha
Jonathan: Then what makes you unhappy?
Filigree: (His eyes wander once more, his mind drifting to some other... to some other person) Losing something valuable.
Jonathan: What is the one secret that no one must know about you?
Filigree: If I told you it wouldn't be a secret now would it? hahaha And if I did tell you I'd cut your tongue out and nail it to your head.
Jonathan: ...uh
Filigree: (a sinister smile creeps across his face)
Jonathan: Are...Are you afraid to die?
Filigree: Die? no. Leaving things unfinished or unfulfilled, yes.
Jonathan You must be afraid of something, a phobia perhaps?
Filigree: Hmm... not that I know of, no. But then again, I have always felt uneasy around water. I mean, I'll touch the stuff, I even know how to swim. But I have always felt a little off whenever I am around it.
Jonathan: Are you quick tempered? or patient?
Filigree: HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry, I was just laughing at how droll that question was. My good sir, if I was quick tempered, you would already be on the floor basting in your own blood! HAHAHAHA!
Jonathan: Oh...um... colourful. Well that concludes our interview. Thank you once more Mr. Filigree for taking the time to see me... and for not...umm....basting me in my own blood as you say.
Jonathan: (He shakes Mr. Filigree's hand, packs up his things and turns away towards the door is about to leave the room when he notices that he feels lighter. Patting himself down to find what was missing) Umm... I appear to have misplaced my wallet... Mr. Filigree have you, per chance, seen it anywhere?
Jonathan: (Turning around only to see an empty room) Mr. Filigree?
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