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About Jameson MacLeod

  • Storm Shelter LLC

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  • Role
    Main Character
  • Playby
    Jay Harrington
  • Full Name
    Jameson Dalton MacLeod
  • Goes By
  • Profession
    Security Specialist
  • Rank/Title
    Owner / Operator
  • Birth Date
  • Relationship
  • Height
  • Hair Color
    Salt and Pepper
  • Eye Color
    Hazel (brown)

Physical Description

JD-BIO.jpg.2bb62550aa35bf489cb0750e0abe34c0.jpgJ.D. is tall, lean and very fit due to a very active lifestyle. His hair is salt and pepper black and gray as is the close-cut beard and mustache. He started graying early in sharp contrast to his twin brother whose hair is still raven black. J.D.'s eyes are dark brown with long, thick lashes and well-defined thick brows.

Clothing: Even after leaving the service, J.D. continued to dress in the rugged clothing that most special forces wear, design and style suited to whatever environment or operational assignment he was engaged in. J.D. can most often be found clad in cargo pants over hiking boots or high top tennis shoes.

Accessories: Military style chronometer

Grooming: J.D. likes to be clean and well-groomed. His hair and beard are almost always cut short and neatly trimmed.

Traits & Characteristics

Personality Traits

  • Calm, Level Headed (+)
  • Patient (+)
  • Believes in justice (+/-)
  • Action junkie (+/-)

Personality Details

J.D.’s calm demeanor and patience has served him very ably in the past. He is not prone to reckless or sudden impulses. He is also a man that believes in rendering justice irrespective of what the law dictates. For him, it is literally about let the punishment suit the crime. This can and has led him into conflict with his commanding officers and law enforcement. J.D. is also an adrenaline junkie. He engages in risky operations and pursuits for the sheer rush it gives him. However, while he will risk himself in these endeavors, he will never purposely put someone else at risk.

Over his many years of working on Task Force Rogue, J.D. has become rather jaded and immune to some of the excesses of the job. There have been many operations where the decision was to eliminate the rogue operative rather than bring them to trial. In recent years, he has recognized that detachment as a survival mechanism. J.D. now finds it disturbing that he got to the point where it did not bother him.

Family has his trust and loyalty, everyone else, not so much. J.D. is close to his siblings and his parents. His family are the people he knows he can always trust to have his back. He has the same feelings toward the relatives on his mother's side of the family. Both the Saulteau and the Alutiiq would take him in and take care of him with no questions asked. It has always been a solid foundation in his life.


J.D. has a pleasant medium baritone voice, sometimes described as a George Clooney voice. He does not have to raise it to make himself clearly understood although he can bark out orders with the best of them. J.D., perhaps due to growing up with calm parents, has never been a man prone to yelling or screaming - except in fun. 

J.D. tends to have small quirks when not concentrating on a task or working on something for his missions, like his mind has to have something to occupy itself even if J.D. himself doesn’t realize he is doing it.


Current Employer

  • Storm Shelter LLC
  • Alibi Private Security

Position and Title

Co-Owner, Security Expert, Sr. Chopper Pilot


As co-owner, J.D. assists in the day-to-day operations of the business, performs duties and tasks as needed and is on-call as the senior chopper pilot for rescue and other operations.

Former Employment

US Army / CID (Joint Task Force Rogue)

US Army Special Forces

Professional Skills

  • Investigation
  • Martial Arts
  • Firearm (Close/Medium)
  • Helicopter and fixed wing pilot

Education & Languages

Schools and Training

U.S. Special Forces Training

U.S. Army Basic Training

University of Alaska Anchorage (Bachelors of Science in Civil Engineering)

Languages: English, Algonquin, Koniag Alutiiq, Russian, Arabic, French


Self Defense

  • Hand-to-Hand: J.D. excelled in the basic special forces' hand-to-hand combat training. Over the years, he trained with various individuals in a variety of fighting styles including several martial arts disciplines. He has blended all of these skills and training into his own unique style.
  • Weapons: Although highly trained and proficient in the use of a variety of firearms, J.D. is deadly accurate with handguns and bladed weapons.
  • Bladed Weapons: Sykes-Fairbairn dagger (base of neck), Ka-Bar Military Knife


  • Browning Hi-Power (9mm, small of back)
  • Taurus Model 617 (.357, 7-shot, ankle holster)
  • Rifles / Shotguns
  • Zastava M92 in 7.62 x 39 with added stock and muzzle brake.
  • Mossberg 500 Cruiser 12 Gauge

Hobbies and Interests

  • Flying
  • Historical weapons
  • Reading
  • Loves TV shows in general (grew up watching a lot of TV and movies)
  • Military History

Aliases / Nicknames

J.D. (short for Jameson Dalton)


Current Residence(s)
#1 Alibi Harbor

The Alibi

Kodiak, AK 99615

Place of Birth

Coldwater Lodge

Coldwater Harbor

Kodiak Island, AK 99615

Kith & Kin



  • Liam Angus MacLeod
  • Nickname: The Old Bear
  • DOB: 07/04/1946


  • Naomi Dalton MacLeod
  • Nickname: Mama Bear
  • DOB: 02/04/1946


  • Lucian Mahingan MacLeod
  • Nickname: Wolf
  • DOB: 03/13/1976 (fraternal twin)


  • Reagan Willowtree MacLeod
  • Nickname: Rea (p. ray)
  • DOB: 02/02/1971

Other Family

  • Lily Hollister (niece, a. 14)
  • Micah Hollister (nephew, a. 14)
  • Benjamin Hollister (Reagan's ex-husband) 
  • There are more uncles, aunts, and cousins on both sides of the family than Lucian can keep track of.



  • Theresa Mallory: Details will be added when the bio is complete.


  • TBD

Life Events

Family History

Childhood Events

March 13, 1976 (a. 0)

Jameson Dalton MacLeod was born just after 4:00 AM on March 13, 1976. He was the second of twins by an hour. His older fraternal twin, born in the Wolf's Hour between 3 and 4 AM was named for that animal, Lucian Mahingan MacLeod. Jameson was named for his father's favorite Scotch and given his mother's maiden name as his middle name.

1977 to 1993 (a. 1 - 17)

J.D.'s childhood and teen years were relatively unremarkable for a boy growing up with the Alaskan wilderness as his backyard. He had two loving parents and two siblings that could be counted on to bail him out of trouble or get him into it. From an early age, Liam taught all of his children how to survive. Family vacations tended to be expeditions into the Alaskan outback although his mother insisted they also spend some time seeing other places and cultures. The one thing that J.D. was less than thrilled about were the times when their mother would gather then all up and take them with her on whatever volcano expedition she was heading up. J.D. loved action and adventure, getting blown to smithereens by a volcano was not on his agenda.

Early on in his childhood, J.D. was fascinated with anything that could fly. As soon as he was old enough, he would beg his father to let him take the controls of their plane or helicopter. Liam indulged him as often as it was safe. As soon as his children were of age, they were all sent to flight school for training and for their pilots' licenses. 

During his senior year in high school, J.D. met a young woman from Quebec. Her family had recently moved from Canada. She was his inspiration to learn French. Despite this relationship, or because of it, J.D. continued to do well in school. He and Lucian had always maintained a friendly competition in sports and their grades so it was no surprise that they tied for class Valedictorian. While Lucian headed off with the family's fishing fleet for one last summer of work, J.D. chose to start college immediately.

Major Life Events

1993 to 1997 (a. 17 - 21): University of Alaska Anchorage

J.D. attended the University of Alaska, majoring in Civil Engineering.

1997 to 2001 (a. 21 - 25) US Army (Fort Stewart, Georgia then Fort Bragg, NC)

After College, J.D. entered the Army and was commissioned an officer. After Basic and OCS J.D. went into Engineering and was assigned to the 27th Engineer Battalion which is part of the 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. J.D. became Jump Qualified during this time and found recreational skydiving to be a great outlet for himself.

2001 to 2003 (a. 25 - 27) US Army Special Forces Qualification and Training

After 9/11, a friend of J.D.'s came to him and asked him to consider volunteering for Special Forces, telling him his Engineering knowledge would be invaluable, far more than just being part of the 82nd. The Selection process was one of the hardest things J.D. went through but he passed and went on to Advanced Training before finally being assigned to the 3rd Special Forces Group.

2003 to 2010 (a. 27 - 34) 3rd SFG, Afghanistan and Fort Bragg (Rotating Deployments)

J.D. was sent to Afghanistan as a Lieutenant and a member of an A Detachment. He would spend the next 7 years going back and forth between Fort Bragg and Afghanistan, working his way up to eventually commanding his own A-Team and then working as a Staff officer and Field Liaison and also working as an Instructor with incoming soldiers, teaching various classes in different disciplines.

2010 to 2017 (a. 34 - 41) Detached Duty - US Army CID ( Joint Task Force Rogue )

Major MacLeod was contacted by the US Army Criminal Investigation Division and requested to bring his knowledge and skills to a Multi-Service Task Force named JTF Rogue. Its purpose was to apply military capabilities to situations in the civilian world involving either combat vets with special skills who snap, or combat vets who come back to civilian life and use their skills for Criminal Purposes. J.D. spent eight years with various Law Enforcement and Military personnel handling these special cases in the US and other countries all across the globe.

May 2017 (a. 41)

A family near-tragedy brings J.D. back to Kodiak Island.

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  1. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. finished securing the plane and then picked up his bags. One was a large carry on suitcase, and the other one was an old style military duffel that took a bit more effort for J.D. to lift. He walked with both as the group made its' way into the house. J.D. heard Lucian assigning the two of them to the smaller bedrooms so J.D. moved through the house to the bedroom that did not border the kitchen. Lucian was the chef, so he could be next to the kitchen.
    J.D. set the army duffel into the floor on the other side of the bed and set the clothing suitcase on the bed itself...beginning to methodically unpack and put items into the drawers and closet of the room.
    "Your spaghetti sounds great!" J.D. called out when he heard Lucian's question. He finished and set the empty suitcase into the floor of the closet. He then lifted the duffel and laid it on the bed. He unlocked the padlock and opened the end of the bag and began tugging out some weapons from the bag and laying them on top of the covers along with some ammunition. J.D. glanced along the bed and smiled to himself. "Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it."
  2. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. smiled a bit to himself as he glanced at Steph in the mirror. It had taken J.D. a bit to realize that the best way to get under her skin was not to engage in her, but even J.D. had his own limits.
    "Steph, you would have to hire someone to fly you around...and that might end up costing you more than the price of the plane...Stephing and Handling Fee."
  3. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. shook his head as he sat in the pilot's seat and began the engine start. The propeller turned over and then caught with a roar. It ran rough for several seconds then smoothed out as J.D. adjusted the fuel mixture. J.D, slipped a ball cap and some aviators on, then he then pushed the throttle forward enough to get the seaplane moving away from the dock. J.D. taxied the seaplane out until he was in the open water and then he lined up into the wind and pushed the throttle forward. The seaplane sped up and bobbed a few times before less of the pontoons were in the water. J.D. eased back on the control wheel and the Beaver lifted smoothly, climbing at a steady angle as J.D. cleaned the flaps up and settled the controls. He banked the seaplane and then leveled off. He took a last look around the instruments then looked around, speaking into the intercom since everyone was wearing headphones due to the engine rumble.
    "Ladies , this is your Captain speaking. You may unbuckle your seat belts and relax. There doesn't appear to be any weather issues between here and our destination. If you have any questions please direct them to your stewardess..." J.D. cast a nod toward Lucian before he returned his gaze to outside the aircraft, one hand resting on the control wheel in a relaxed but alert manner.
  4. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D.'s eyes narrowed as he looked from the carrier to his brothers to the two ladies. He muttered a few things under his breath and then threw his hands up as he turned back to continue checking the seaplane. "Fine! Bring him...but he sits in the back...the very back!"  J.D. then opened the second door behind the one at the pilot's seat. "Ladies...your gear goes behind the last seats." He gestured to the open space that already held a few bags.
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  5. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D.'s head popped up from behind the control panel of the seaplane, looking around for the source of the squawking. He reached and grabbed an overhead handle and tugged himself sideways so he could clear the door frame. "No! Absolutely not! You are not bringing that bird!" J.D. hopped from the plane to land on the dock. "I am not kidding, Lucian!"
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  6. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. moved around to stand beside the bed, careful not to touch the young man as his eyes moved over him. "Looks like a pretty thorough job..." J.D. said as he looked up at Steph, "...Who is this Russian he's talking about?"
    Before Stephanie could answer, Lucian moved quietly past his brother to crouch next to the bed. His eyes and expression was both kind and concerned. "This is a new game entirely if they would hurt someone like this." He directed his gaze at the boy, "We should get you to a doctor."
    Louis winced, "Umm, he told me not to go but get on the first plane out of here.  Ava too.  That was after he beat me up, his buddy held me and then he worked me over but nothing to the face. He said that way I could get on the plane without any questions of what happened."
    "Oh yeah, Steph! Almost forgot, we gotta leave today anyhow. Your credit card has been cancelled, the motel manager said today is the last day paid for and you know we can't afford it," Ava interjected.
    "Well, fuck! Unky Mason probably cancelled it. He's probably frozen my bank account too, that prick," Steph snapped then turned to the brothers.
    "To answer your question, the man who came here is Unky Mason's favorite thug....oh his official title is Head of Security but the only person he ever makes feel secure is my uncle. He's a Russian....green card or naturalized citizen I don't know but he came from Russia. Anatoly Lysenko. And he hates me with a passion. ," she calmly explained.
    J.D. smiled as he tugged out his cellphone. "Well then, he can't be all bad..." He said with a grin as he moved toward the door.
    Steph smiled back and gave him her middle finger.
    "Let me make a few calls...learn more about out mysterious Mr. Lysenko." He went out into the main room, phone now stuck to his ear.
    "You see what I have to deal with? And most people think I'm just making stuff up and am a Drama Llama.  That guy is scary," she added.
    Avis eagerly chimed in, "He said to me if Louis or me called the cops, that would be very unwise. If we valued the well being of our families."
    Lucian offered Avis a reassuring smile, "We will get you taken care of and safely home. First, I have to get my SUV from where we left it. Then my sister, Reagan, can come back, get Louis to the clinic and then get you both on a flight home. Do not worry. We will do our best to make sure nothing happens to any of you." He rose to his feet and grinned at Stephanie, "I am willing to be that J.D. knows some people that are just as scary as Lysenko."
    "From what I know of your brother so far, they are no doubt his best friends," smirked Stephanie but then got more serious, "I don't know. Lysenko's threats are serious. Did you hear what Avis just said about his threat?  I think they should do as they were told and just go home. You guys are gonna have to lend me some money so their plane tickets can be paid for. My spigot is shut off. Oh, and I want a new cell phone.  A girl can't live without a cell phone you know."
    "I am pretty sure a girl with a cellphone won't live long, either..." J.D. said as he walked back into the room. "...you know they will probably try to track you by it. You can't call anyone because they will probably be tracking their phones also and would be able to trace a burner back to you."
    "Well crap," Steph frowned. She was pretty sure he knew more about such stuff than she did though so wasn't going to argue with the guy.
    J.D. held his phone up and waved it as he sat down. "We might need to all get new phones so we stop making their job easier. I am waiting on a few friends to call me back with information, then I am dumping this one. I am also expecting some files via email...It should prove to be interesting reading about your friend Lysenko."
    "Wonder if we'll find that he sleeps with Satan and his hobby is beheadings?" Steph grinned.
    "We need to also decide on a safe house for Stephanie. My place is defensible, but it is also across the bay from Coldwater and our parents home is not exactly low-profile," Lucian remarked. "Now that Liam knows there is danger, he can do his share of helping to keep her safe - once he is out of the hospital, of course. Until then, I recommend we use Invictus. She has four staterooms. Plenty of space and easy to defend." Not to mention that the biggest of his tour boats had more power and range than all but the bigger USGS cutters.
    "We had a really cool yacht," Steph declared then Avis giggled.
    "Well, until I wrecked it," Steph added, "by accident of course."
    That got Avis laughing all the more.
    Lucian trusted J.D.'s assessment of their situation and agreed on the issue of cell phones. They would need a good supply of burners. However, Stephanie had grown up in her current situation. Her worry and fear of Lysenko seemed genuine. He looked back at Avis and Louis, "We will book you on the first flight out of here.  But,  you, young man," he said mock-sternly, "will see a doctor as soon as you are home." At any other time, Lucian could have piloted them back to Washington himself. Right now, he was needed here.
    "I can't do that. The insurance and the hospital will be curious about these bruises. I can't exactly say I got them falling down the stairs when my face and hands and elbows etc are all fine," Louis had to disagree.
    "Well, not sure about your face," grinned Avis.
    "Shut up you," Louis retorted.
    "We will need to go by the house and pick up some hardware..." J.D. added. "The boat is a good choice but if they guess the location they won't be coming with handguns alone. If Lysenko is the professional he seems to be on first look, his people will be competent at the very least...they may have orders to bring Steph back alive but I doubt those orders will extend to any of the rest of us."
    "Oh I think Unky Mason wants me back without anything like murders to worry about. He is working on getting me committed for insanity. He's already got a psychiatrist in his pocket for it," Steph explained.
  7. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. sputtered, staring at Stephanie, then composed himself with obvious effort. "I...apologize..." He managed to grind out past clenched teeth, "...I hope that's enough for you."
    Steph could not help it, she laughed out loud. You'd have thought he had just had all his fingernails pulled out to elicit that little admission. Pig-headed man that he was. Still.......Steph was not going to be vindictive.
    "Alright dude, that was so totally unconvincing but I guess I'll take it," she shrugged.
    J.D. jammed his hands into his pockets and muttered something but it was pretty much inaudible to everyone as he looked down at his feet.
    Suddenly she stepped forward and gave him a quick peck on his cheek just above the beard, "You'n me are buddies now."
    J.D. blinked as his face flushed red from neck to hair. "Buddies? Now we're buddies?..." J.D. turned to Lucian. "This is totally your fault."
    With a Cheshire Cat grin she turned to the others, "OK, should we go now or we do all want to hold hands and sing Kumbaya or whatever that fuckin' song is called?"
  8. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. walked out through the back door and out into the yard, he stretched and arched his back as he inhaled the cooler air outside. He then began walking around the house, keeping his eyes up as he tried to figure out which window was the room Kat was in. It was not like he did not trust the girl, but honestly...he did not trust the girl. between her lifestyle and her attitude since they had taken her from the club he just could not bring himself to believe she would not do something everyone, especially he and Lucian, would regret.
    J.D. paused on one side of the house, eyes moving along the windows on the second floor as his forehead furrowed. He thought about going back inside and getting a confirmed room for her but it felt good to actually be getting some air after his night dozing in the chair. He stopped and rolled his neck around slowly to loosen the tight muscles. He stuffed his hands into the coat pockets and then kept walking, figuring to make a complete round of the house before heading back inside.
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  9. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. shook his head to himself as he moved over to a chair  a bit removed from the conversation. He reached around and drew his Browning and ejected the magazine. He fished some loose shells from another pocket and began thumbing them into the magazine to replace the ones he fired outside the club.  The motion was familiar and let his mind wander a bit as he watched and listened.
    He had agreed to help Lucian because of the simple fact that his brother had asked him, but J.D. also remembered a lot of other times when he had done so and regretted it.  J.D. seriously hoped his brother had some sort of plan to get them out of this situation without ending up in jail, but either way he would back his brother's play. J.D. slid the magazine back into place quietly and re-holstered the pistol
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  10. Jameson MacLeod
    J.D. turned as he heard the increased commotion of Lucian and figured he had picked the girl up to make moving easier.  He looked to pick out a path through the people toward the front door of the club. Some of the nearby club goers had already given them a space in reaction to the guy collapsing and Lucian dealing with the girl. J.D. began to push forward, moving people to each side as easily as he could but still moving them. A few reacted angrily or tried to push back. J.D. kept their progress steady toward the door. The crowd of dancing people suddenly gave way to a guy in slacks and a polo shirt with the name of the club on it. He was pretty well built but it looked like gym muscle instead of anything hard. The bouncer reached out and bounced a palm against J.D.'s chest.
    "Hey buddy, you can't just take a girl out of here like that..." The bouncer's eyes widened as J.D. brought a hand up and out to deflect his palm from his chest. He reacted pretty fast and launched a roundhouse that could have leveled J.D. if he had stayed where he was but he was already ducking the sweep of the muscled arm, popping back up to fire his arm straight out, the Y of his thumb and forefinger hitting the bouncer's throat and making him gag with a nasty sound. J.D. locked the bouncer's right arm with his hands and pivoted, sending the big man stumbling off to the side to knock over several of the dancers. He then glanced back to make sure Lucian was following before he resumed heading for the front door.

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