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The first male son born to the Duke of Beaufort, James Huntington II, it was no question that he was named James Huntington III. Hours after little James was born, his mother - Alicia Huntington - died from complications in childbirth, leaving the elder Huntington devastated, heartbroken, and with a newborn to raise. He was raised, as an infant, mostly by the nurse maid, his nanny, and his father’s staff. It wasn’t that the Duke did not care for his child, it was that he did not know how to care for a child, so he left those duties to the women in his household and instructed them to take care of him as if he was their own.For nearly six years, that is how the young Huntington was raised. Between his nursemaid Louise and his nanny Beatrice, he was cared for and taught to be a well respected gentleman who would one day inherit his father’s title and responsibilities. His governess taught him how to speak properly as well as how to read and write.He was taught early to ride a horse, to shoot a gun, and to track animals - all things required of a gentleman of the Ton.When the young Huntington was but six years old, his father remarried. The Duke hadn’t spent much time with young James, beyond needing assurance that his son was performing all given tasks adequately, to ensure that young James would not embarrass the Huntington name.Young James did not attend the wedding of his father and step-mother, Abigail. The first time he officially met her was after they returned for their month-long honeymoon. Even at the young age of six, the younger Huntington knew that his step-mother was a shining image of proper women of the Ton.James had secretly hoped that his step-mother would love him as her own, as his father - and many of the staff - repeatedly told him that she would. But it was clear to even a child that she had a cold demeanor about her toward the boy when his father was not around. Ever the loving mother figure in front of her husband and guests, yet cold and detached in front of just James and the staff.When James was age eight, the Duchess gave birth to her first, and only child, with the Duke. A baby girl - so aptly named Violet after the Duchesses favorite flowers. And while James had a strong dislike for his step-mother, he instantly loved his little sister.When James was ten and Violet was two, the Duchess discussed dismissing staff members with the Duke, insisting that they did not need a nursemaid, a nanny, and a governess - as the job of all three could be done by the governess alone. The Duke of course agreed with his wife, as it was her job to maintain the household as Duchess. She also informed him that since young James was going to be the next Duke of Beaufort, he had to learn the hardships of lording over so many people. Even at the young tender age of ten.So, under the Duchesses watchful eye, James Huntington III dismissed both his nursemaid and nanny, the two women who raised him from birth, without some much as showing an ounce of emotion - lest he wanted to be punished for showing weakness and shaming the Huntington name.After Louise and Beatrice left, the only person that James spoke to on a regular basis was Violet, even if she was only a child at the time. The governess, who was not actually pleased to be playing nursemaid, nanny, and teacher - had no choice but to watch Violet while she tutored young James, leaving the two children to spend many hours together over the next three years.When James was thirteen, his father had him set to Eton College - the esteemed boys only boarding school. James wrote to his sister, through their governess, until Violet was old enough to write to him herself. The school informed the elder Duke of his son's progress, of which the Duke was pleased, but James had withdrawn from his father - in an effort to remove his step-mother from his life as much as possible. When he returned between semesters, he presented himself to his father, to show the elder James what he had learned and that he was deserving of the future title of Duke of Beaufort.When young James finished his studies at Eton College, at a mere eighteen years of age, he decided to travel. He wrote to his sister weekly and only returned to visit her when she would request it of him.When he was twenty and eight, her letter found him in Paris, enjoying the women and the culture so unlike England. Her letter begged him home; informing him that their father was on his deathbed and it was his responsibility to take over their father’s title.So he returned just in time to say goodbye to his father and bury him, then he straightened out all the affairs of the estate and accepted the title of Duke of Beaufort.Now he had to deal with his step-mother on a daily basis, as she ran the household of the family. But he was to oversee Violet’s first marriage season of the Ton. And her happiness was his utmost priority.That, and finding a wife for himself to rid himself of the horrible woman he was now tasked with having in his life, thanks to his father’s second marriage.

headcanons: coming soon, as plotted

CHILDHOOD

Michael was born to Matthew and Madison Keller on September 10th, 1981 at the Banning General Hospital, a military hospital, in Banning, California. His sister, Megan, was born in July of 1991 - just months after he and his mother had received word that his father had been classified as MIA - presumed dead. This shook Michael to the core; because he had always thought of his father as a hero - a superhero - and superheroes didn’t die, right?But after months of searching and no leads, the military declared him officially KIA - and gave him full military death benefits. The military had wanted to give him a proper funeral and full military honors as Capt. Matthew Andrew Keller, of the United States Marine Corps. but per the request of his mother, Michael’s father did not have a burial as there was no body to bury. The military still provided a plaque with his name and a reserved spot in the Arlington National Cemetery. Among his brothers and sisters at arms; gone but not forgotten. The hole that his absence left in Michael’s life - in the lives of his mother and new baby sister - was only bearable by the fact that they supported him. The support of the men and women in his father’s unit - as well as those stationed with them.They’d stayed on base for the first year - saving money so that they wouldn’t have to worry once they were considered civilians and money would be tighter. Michael had figured his mother would want to move away - move somewhere that didn’t remind her of what she’d lost. What they’d lost. But he was surprised when she chose to find a house in Banning - choosing to stay there and continue as an pediatric RN.His mother received unlimited support for them as she raised both children by herself and Michael loved her all the more for the way she held her head up high and didn’t let her depression cripple her. She honored her father’s memory and raised two strong independent children.By the time Michael got to high school, he had developed a skill for football. His grades were adequate but enough to pass. Football was something to pass the time. He had fun in practice - in the games - and he loved the camaraderie between his fellow players but he’d known for a very long time what he was going to do after high school.It was no surprise to his mother when he’d enlisted in the Army.

MILITARY

After talking to Megan about what he wanted to do after graduation, Michael enlisted in the United States Armed Forces, the Army. He attended boot camp straight out of high school, receiving top marksmanship. Eventually this led him to training with Special Forces, where he eventually became the scout and sniper for Bravo Team - a Delta Force Black Ops team.. He was deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan, running covert missions with his team. Between the years of 2005 and 2014, Michael and his unit had six 18 month deployments all over the Middle East, most – if not all – missions classified.During his last deployment before they were scheduled for some leave, Michael’s unit was ambushed. Their Humvee hit an IED, leaving them stranded – some severely wounded – in the middle of the desert. Those able to stand dragged their brothers and sisters in arms to shelter behind a rock barrier as they radioed for back up. The unit eventually got their back up, but not before a projectile from a rocket launcher landed a few yards to the left of their group. Instinctively Michael dove away from the explosive device, his arms wrapped around his head to protect it from the blast; this left his back facing the device. Ringing in his ears was the first thing he remembered - the immense pain from his back was the last thing he remembered before the world went dark.When he woke up – he thought that he would have been in a military hospital. What he woke up to was damp cave walls. The shrapnel had been removed crudely from his back, along with his vest, jacket, and shirt. He was left with only his pants and boots. Everything hurt like hell – the bandages covering his torso were bright red with his own blood.He was captive for three months before a joint Army-Marines special forces unit rescued him and other prisoners. During his time in the caves, he was tortured constantly but still he gave them nothing but his name and rank. The military had gotten Intel that there were soldiers, classified as POWs, being held in an intricate cave system. They never imagined that among the many rescued, one would be someone who had been classified as KIA.NOTE: Michael doesn’t talk about what happened in the cave. He wrote it down in the report, which his CO and the higher ups have access to. But unless your character has HIGH military contacts, they wouldn’t have access to it and Michael doesn’t talk about it, unless it’s someone he trusts. And that level of trust is going to take a long, long time.

DISCHARGE & F.B.I.

After spending nearly six months in a military hospital in Germany (many of those months used to bring Michael Keller back from the dead – at least on paper), Michael finally got sent home, after being Honorably Discharged. It was that or a medical discharge. Of course word had been given to his mother and sister about the fact that he was alive and in Germany. He’d had long, emotional phone calls between him and his mother and his sister. He convinced them not to fly to Germany, to wait for him to come home. What he didn’t say out loud was that he needed time by himself to get his head on straight before returning home.For the first few weeks he stayed with his mom until all his accounts were re-opened and he had access to them again. That was about the time the remaining members from his original unit reached out to him. There was a lot of guilt to go around, on both sides, but they were still his unit and he couldn’t blame them for the months he was in captivity. They had thought he was dead. They had their orders to follow. There were no hard feelings between them. And he had made them promise to visit the next time they were state side.His mother and the therapist he saw once a week both encouraged him to do something with his spare time, that being in self induced solitary wasn’t good for him, his PTSD and recovery. And he’d never been the type to sit around and do nothing. And why he wasn’t active in the military anymore, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t serve his country in other ways.That was how he had decided to enroll in the FBI Academy - he had all the special training he needed to easily surpass the courses that were offered. The hard part was getting through the psychological testing - given his trauma and diagnosis of PTSD. But by some miracle or divine intervention - he passed all tests with flying colors and before long he was a fully certified Special Agent in the Federal Bureau of Investigations.

PERRY, GA

Beaufort Daniel Sutton was very much the miracle child that his parents had been praying for when they’d been told that it would be near impossible to conceive. He never questioned why he didn’t have siblings. He had a very close relationship with his mother, Alexandria – his father (Edward) always told her that she was spoiling Beau. Edward just hated the fact, despite him desperately wanting children with Alexandria, that Beau became her main focus and she never seemed to have time for their relationship anymore. At least that was what Beau had been told about his father – Edward left when he was seven and he hadn’t seen or heard from him since.This left Alexandria to raise Beau by herself – while working twelve hour shifts as an RN in the ER. The only way it worked was because a friend of Alexandria’s agreed to watch him until her shift was over. She had a little boy about two years younger than Beau – Tyler – and they quickly became friends.About the time he started his senior year of high school was about the time his mother remarried and Beau couldn’t have been happier for her. Stan made her happy – that was all he ever wanted for his mother. Beau was a smart kid who excelled in all his studies and was naturally gifted at sports. When he was a freshman in high school, Beau learned that he was not only good at throwing a football, but that he enjoyed playing the game. And from then on out, his life was always about football. He was lucky enough to get a full ride scholarship to the University of Georgia to play for the Georgia Bulldogs. Of course, he wasn’t planning on seeing any play time on the field the first season or two - that was always reserved for the upperclassmen. So, Beau concentrated on getting his Bachelor of Science Degree in Business.

COLLEGE

He got his B.S. in Business, sailing through his finance, economics and entrepreneurship courses. He started as the first line quarterback his sophomore year and despite being one of the best the school had ever seen, breaking all previous records, he had no desire to go into the NFL. He loved the sport, but he didn’t want to play it forever. Beau wanted to move to Atlanta and open a nightclub. Growing up in such a small town, there wasn’t a single club for kids (or adults) to go to. Only local bars that had been there longer than anyone could remember- always passing from one owner to the next but always staying the same.So, before he ventured to the big city – he opened a small club in Perry that catered to adults as well as those over eighteen but under twenty-one. The Illusion. His mother had chosen the name. He was never quite sure why – but he liked it. He had plans to return to school to get his MBA and then open a second club in the city. But he fell into a comfortable routine of running a small-town club in his hometown. And it paid the bills (and his student loans). He was able to stay close to his Mom and nearly eight years, that was his life.

DEATH IN THE FAMILY

He was thirty-two when he got the early morning call from the sheriff, letting him know that his mother had died in a car accident. Only it wasn’t an accident. A closer inspection of the wrecked car showed signs of the breaks being tampered with. And it wasn’t hard for him to put together the details of how their mother died when their step-father cashed in her life insurance policy.He’d murdered her for money. And Beau wasn’t going to let him get away with it. And jail was too good for him. No, where he ended up, no one would ever find him. As far as the Perry County Sheriff’s Office was concerned, he wasn’t even a missing person. His bank account had been cleared out and all his personal belongings were missing. Officially he just skipped town. Only Beau knew what really happened to him. And he’d taken the money from Stan’s account, it was still under their mom’s name after all, and used it to move to Atlanta and open CLUB ALIAS. And before long, one club turned into two. Two into three. And suddenly he wasn’t dealing in just nightclubs anymore.

ATLANTA

Beaufort Sutton owned most of Atlanta’s nightlife; between bars, nightclubs, and strip clubs, he had his hands in almost everything. The bars and clubs were just the businesses on the surface - behind the curtain you could find almost anything you were looking for: drugs, girls, and money. Despite the lack of casinos in the area, he still made a lucrative business out of loan sharking. He drew the line at human trafficking but he had a business in sex workers. And ALL of his girls were there willingly and got fifty perfect of their profits up front. The other half they could consider payment for Beau’s protection, the use of his clubs instead of walking the streets, and for his more lucrative girls - they were given a place to live AND work: The Annex.

THE ANNEX

He’d had the new wing of his mansion, The Annex, designed specifically for special EVENTS. Those events being an auction, of sorts. Only those with a private invitation, a key card to the entrance, and more money than God attended. The items for auction: men and women, willingly, offering themselves up to the highest bidder; for a day, a week, a month. Bidder’s choice. Of course, there were contracts, contingents. Rules that had to be followed. Do’s and don'ts on both sides of the agreement. And if either side broke the contract - they were punished. Tied, gagged, and canned. A contingent they’d agreed to should they ever break a rule, a contract. Disobedience had to be dealt with effectively. The client’s disobedience depended on the severity of the offense. It could ban them from all future Annex meetings or end with a more permanent solution. Beau wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and he protected what was his.

SCARS: Beau has various scars, including scars from gunshot wounds, knife wounds, burn wounds. The most noticeable gunshot scar is on his left shoulder, a through and through, from breaking up a fight over one of his girls at the Annex. There is now a strict no gun policy for customers of the Annex. Rumor has it the one who shot him was never seen again. He has a four inch scar from a blade on his left hip from a crazy FBI agent who tried to escape Beau's compound after Beau learned he was undercover. There is still a missing persons case on the agent. He has scars from a third degree burn on his right forearm from playing with fire as a kid. Though the rumor mill says he got it from burning his step-dad alive.PIERCINGS: Beau has both his nipples pierced, not that anyone other than his lovers would know this. He never has his shirt off at the club.TATTOOS: Beau has a tattoo of a feather on his neck. Many people think it looks badass. No one knows it was from a drawing his mother drew before she died.