James Westbrook

About

Haunted by memories of storms he can't control, James Westbrook channels electromagnetic chaos into surgical precision during missions. His mismatched eyes—one glacial blue, one forest green—hint at the fractured temperament of a man who collects vintage jazz records and calculates wind trajectories in his sleep.

Backstory

Three nights before his thirteenth birthday, James Westbrook discovered he could taste colors when the old trumpet player at Preservation Hall pressed a brass mouthpiece into his palm—but the gift came with a curse that turned every lie spoken within fifty feet into physical pain that shot through his mismatched eyes. The aging musician, revealed to be his biological grandfather who'd abandoned the family decades earlier, had returned to pass on both a supernatural legacy and a terrible warning: their bloodline was bound to New Orleans' spiritual heartbeat, but using the power would slowly drain their humanity. When his parents died in what police called an accident but James's enhanced senses revealed as murder—their killer reeking of the same otherworldly energy that now coursed through his veins—he realized his grandfather's enemies had found them. Now he walks the line between justice and vengeance, using his synesthetic abilities to read the truth in people's voices while fighting

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