Post by Shawn Macleod on Apr 6, 2009 13:44:47 GMT -6
Let's Talk About You!
Name:Casey
Age:29
Years RPing:10
Other Characters on Morningside:Carlisle Cullen
Name:Casey
Age:29
Years RPing:10
Other Characters on Morningside:Carlisle Cullen
The Mask!
Character Name:Shawn MacLeod
Species:Vampire
Group: Burgundy Eyed Assasin,
Gender:Male
Age:Appears 30 Is really 500
Diet: Not a bloody vegetarian!
Appearance: Standing at a rather tall height of 6’2” and weighing around 189, Shawn is only a hair’s length from being called a burly man. Instead, he tips the scale at well-built and fit. He seems divinely favored as it appears age only helps the angelic beauty of vampires. He is a far cry from the 17-19 year old vamps that seem abundant on this Earth, however, he could easily match, if not, exceed their stunning features.
In all his 500 years of life, he has found it convenient to change his appearance with the times. Now sporting a mane of flowing, ragged away from his raw beauty. He does like to have facial hair, though, letting it roam about his chin in a wild, but manage appeal.
Personality: Charming and unusually sensitive to others feelings, or at least it seems he is; whether or not it is all a façade is arguably impossible to tell with this man. He loves a good laugh and loves company, even if that be the company of humans. He is kind and amiable and seems to act differently only when provoked or the situation calls for it. He's a ladies’ man. He is smooth, suave, and his husky, Scottish accent melts any and all.
He is somewhat manipulative and loves to toy with people about things that he should have no knowledge of. He likes to make people face their biggest problems, hopefully coming out of it cured of their difficulties. He can be a bit cruel at times. He is sometimes a Prat.
History: Born in Glasgow, Scotland to Neil and Maggie MacLeod, Shawn was the eldest of two boys. Living in Scottish highlands was a terrible thing during his years of infantry. At the year of his birth, the clans of MacLeod (his family clan) and MacDonald hatred of one another sparked an all-time high, leading the families into an all out war. Descended from the ancient Picts, they saw it has their duty to overthrow the opposing clan, and so, the Battle of Bloody Bay ensued.
The war was vicious and before Shawn was killed, he ordered his family to leave their lands with his other relatives. And so, they left for a sister tribe. The family grew with the highest honors attached to their names. Their early years were that of ease and comfort, or as comfortable as living in the Scottish Highlands could be. They hunted, played and lived amongst the people as kin.
That is until a dreaded plague befell the camps.
Hundreds perished, even more left orphaned and alone. The devastation of it all nearly wiped out the tribe and it slowly, yet surely was continuing until there would be no one left. And then, the plague attacked the life of Shawn’s mother. Shawn knew that the elders would come for him and tried desperately to part his brother from their dead mother, only he wouldn’t budge. He had accepted that he would go to the afterlife with their mother, but Shawn did not think this way. After much grieving of his mother and soon-to-be deceased brother, the boy fled the village. He wandered for years, scavenging for food where he could until he came to another encampment.
It was there that he stayed for remainder of his human life, which was cut short by the very same plague that seized his home. By that time, he was a fully grown man in his thirties. Pestilence wiped out everyone, and this time, he was no different. Lying on his deathbed, he was prepared to greet his lost family and newest wife and child in the afterlife.
He dazed out of consciousness and after what seemed like a lifetime of pain and waiting for death, he awoke from his slumber, his throat burning with a thirst that he could not sate with mere deceased water. He was alone, surrounded by dead and dying villagers. And without any recollection of who he was or what the people meant to him, he feasted. Not understanding why their blood seemed to call out to him, he feasted.
He tore at their aching throats and gorged on their very lives.
For weeks he ravaged through the Highlands, feasted on whoever dared cross his paths.
A year escaped him. And another year. Then, another. And another. And another.
Soon, the hunger calmed itself. He found the ability to speak without snarling, to observe without desolating, and to worry about his fate. What was he? Why had he done these evil things? Was this the afterlife? Was he now a minion of hell?
And then, he was found by a group of beings that did not trigger his instinctive urges to feed. He had no wanting of their blood. He did not even smell flowing blood beneath their pale skin. They came to him and asked who made him. He pondered their words as if they were foreign, and then, most suddenly, he understood every word they spoke. Although what escaped their lips was of an unusual and crude tongue, he understood what they were asking of him.
“Ma-de me?” He pondered the question, and as revelatory as his first epiphany, he understood what they meant.
"Yes, beast. Do you understand my language?" Aro spoke.
"I do not believe he does, brother. Let us end his miserable existance." this from Caius.
“I…never knew him. He was a wanderer, a villain to even our kind.” He said our, not knowing what it meant. But he knew that was the word he should have used.
They were awe-struck at his sudden recollection.
“I was dying of a plague that has wiped out many people…a radical strand of Typhoid Fever, I think... I know." He corrected himself. "He bit me with the desire to bleed me dry, only the smell of fresh, healthy blood caught his attention and he ran to claim it. I doubt he knew what he had made of me… Victor…Moravia was his human name.”
The strain of this knowledge, this understanding of things he shouldn't have had, caused a massive headache. He clutched his head and fell to the ground, bare and barbarian-like. The pain was not nearly as unbearable as the knowledge that flooded his head, alerting him of what he had become, what he was now endure for centuries.
“Please, Vol-turi, end me…I do not wish to dance this requiem…” His Scottish accent thick and heavy in his pleading.
The Volturi looked utterly perplexed. This creature, a mere scavenger, at first unknowing of his own existence, now knew everything of his demise, his creator, his attackers. How could a newborn, who awoke to this life, know of them?
Suddenly, as if epiphany struck them all at once, they knew what this was. A manifestation of supernatural ability had awakened with his death. Somehow he had the ability to know information without having any cognitive reasons for it. What an amazingly beneficial talent!
And so, they claimed him and threw the years developed him with ease. As it seemed he only needed partial questioning or explanation before he came to the realization of things himself, even more so than even his inquirer sometimes.
The years flew by and he served as a guard of the Volturi.
100 years passed. And another century. And another. And another.
He was now 500 years old and had not found a reason to live, other than helping his brothers’ monitor and control the minions of hell that ravaged this earth. He wanted something for himself. He wanted love, interest, companionship. He utterly refused any mate that the Volturi found and offered to him. He wanted his own. And so, he resigned from his post, with a promise to resume it one day.
He left for a town that he knew quite a lot of: New Orleans. A vampire had found his mate in a mere human girl, Claudia Knight. If the most bizarre of all things could happen in this place, could he not find true love for himself?
Only time could tell…
Almost Done!
Anything else you want to say: Sexual Orientation: Straight
Strengths/Weaknesses: Intellectually sound, charming, humorous and an unusual high semblance of his human self, Shawn is a man of utter fascination, both in his inhumanity and astounding humanly nature. His strength lies intricately in his personality and mental stability. He is pleasantly surprising, although for a creature of his age, this can, in turn, invoke feelings of uneasiness and skepticism. Although he survives on human blood, he has no inseparable tie to it.
As for his inhuman strengths, apart from the customary vampiric capabilities,Shawn manifested an utterly unique and rather powerful ability in the wake of his human death. Likely stemming from his high intellectual and intuitive nature in his immeasurably short thirty-seven years of life, when compared to his afterlife, he displays talents similar to:
Claircognizance: The ability to psychically know information is correct without getting a clairvoyant message, it is a feeling of complete correctness and certainty about impersonal information, like the answers to a test or which wire is the right one to disarm a bomb. Shawn displays the ability to "just know" personal information about an object, subject or occurrence, including sensing the presence of evil, the right thing to do, how others will react to something the user does or when something is right or wrong. This ability is innately used at random times, and cannot be turned off.
A rather interesting byproduct of his claircognizant thinking, telepathy has a rather difficult time working on him, as his ability allows him to think without any cognitive thought processes. When being read by a mind reader, chaotic images and sounds are the most they would be able to see and hear without physical contact. Were he to make contact, he would be an open-book to them.
loves;;
{*} Humor,
{*} Social Occasions,
{*} Flirting ith his prey, especially this Claudia Knight
{*} Romantic Comedies,
{*} Pretending to Sleep,
{*} Smoking Cigarettes,
{*} Reading,
hates;;
{-} Being stereotyped,
{-} Scary Movies,
{-} Dry Humor,
{-} Sarcasm
{-} Moody People,
{-} Werewolves,
{-} Authority,
secrets;;
Has a MySpace Page...
fears;;
That his 'sorrowful imitation of a life' will end with him being alone and unloved. That somehow Claudia will eventually see right through him.
quirks;;
Loves to pretending to be human, even so much as to thoroughly practice sluggish human posture and develop a false cigarette addition...
Play By: Adam Copeland(WWE wrestler Edge)
Rules Phrase: save me break me
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"Thank you. I apologize but I did not quite catch your name." Claudia replied softly, she wanted to make sure she had the right person before she just gave away the last item of Danny's that she had besides her photograph of him on the mantle. She sat on the white leather sofa, laying the parchment envelope wax seal side up, the seal had been made in the old style with Sealing wax, a candle and Danny's signet ring. She tucked her tiny feet under her and sighed.
"How I came to forks is a rather interesting story, I hope you do not mind long stories." She said softly, gazing at him. She could not help but feel calmed and safe in his presence. The sunlight shot through the nearby window setting her skin aglow like diamonds. "It begins just over two months ago, For two tears I had been working in New Orleans Louisiana as the head waitress at a Diner on the river called Leo's. The owner and manager of that diner was a man by the name of Daniel Michaels, but he insisted that I call him Danny. Soon after I began working there Danny and I realized that we were meant for each other and we fell in love. He used to lovingly call me the most tempting thing since chocolate."
Claudia wiped away the unbidden tears as she recounted her memories, taking a deep breath. "Two months ago we had a fight, because I wanted our relationship to be more and Danny said he could not do to me what would be required for us to be together." She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering as the memory of that night came flooding back. "I did not know then that Danny, being the last of his coven was under surveillance by the Volturi, nor that they were concerned about his relationship with me. That night, I was so hurt and angry about our argument that I walked out of the Diner, slamming the glass door behind me. I had no clue about the Volturi as I said, so I had no idea that I was in danger." She shook again with the fierceness of the memory.
"I had been in front of the diner sitting by the river for nearly an hour, I did not notice that anything was wrong because I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and pain. A moment later or an eternity later, I'm not sure which, I felt my hair being lifted by what I thought at the time was a slight breeze, then I felt this incredible burning pain in my neck that spread through my entire body." She absently reached out and felt her neighbor's hand, somehow holding tight to hers, she looked up and saw a look of pain on his face.
She took another breath and continued. "After three days of pain, I awoke in Danny's apartment. He looked stranger than I had ever seen, like he was seeing the future, which was his gift. He told me that should anything happen to him, I was to come to Forks, here to the house he had built. He also said he had written a letter to his closest friend a Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and placed it in my purse. He said when I got to Forks that somehow Carlisle would find me and when he did, to give him the letter. That he would know what to do."
Claudia did not look up, but she did feel her neighbor's hand grow tighter in hers. "Nothing more was said about it until the night The Volturi murdered him." She shook again, her voice straining not to break as she choked out her story. He asked me if I still had the letter, He looked so odd. I asked him what he saw, when suddenly they broke the glass door in and dragged us both out, the guard that was holding me whispered into my ear that I smelled just as good as the night he bit me. I screamed and kicked, I bit at him but I was no match for him, he easily turned me around and made me watch as they ripped Danny up and burned him. Then for some reason the guard let me go, he said he would see me again soon enough." She shuddered.
She got quiet for a moment, all she heard was the sound of her own breathing and a pained emotional almost imperceptible growl from her neighbor. "I ran to my car, seeing that Danny had managed to pack everything up before the Volturi got to us, and I drove straight here. That was a week ago, now I am just waiting for his friend Carlisle so that I can give him this letter." She said softly, turning the letter over in her free hand so that he could see Carlisle's name scrawled on the front in Danny's handwriting
"Thank you. I apologize but I did not quite catch your name." Claudia replied softly, she wanted to make sure she had the right person before she just gave away the last item of Danny's that she had besides her photograph of him on the mantle. She sat on the white leather sofa, laying the parchment envelope wax seal side up, the seal had been made in the old style with Sealing wax, a candle and Danny's signet ring. She tucked her tiny feet under her and sighed.
"How I came to forks is a rather interesting story, I hope you do not mind long stories." She said softly, gazing at him. She could not help but feel calmed and safe in his presence. The sunlight shot through the nearby window setting her skin aglow like diamonds. "It begins just over two months ago, For two tears I had been working in New Orleans Louisiana as the head waitress at a Diner on the river called Leo's. The owner and manager of that diner was a man by the name of Daniel Michaels, but he insisted that I call him Danny. Soon after I began working there Danny and I realized that we were meant for each other and we fell in love. He used to lovingly call me the most tempting thing since chocolate."
Claudia wiped away the unbidden tears as she recounted her memories, taking a deep breath. "Two months ago we had a fight, because I wanted our relationship to be more and Danny said he could not do to me what would be required for us to be together." She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering as the memory of that night came flooding back. "I did not know then that Danny, being the last of his coven was under surveillance by the Volturi, nor that they were concerned about his relationship with me. That night, I was so hurt and angry about our argument that I walked out of the Diner, slamming the glass door behind me. I had no clue about the Volturi as I said, so I had no idea that I was in danger." She shook again with the fierceness of the memory.
"I had been in front of the diner sitting by the river for nearly an hour, I did not notice that anything was wrong because I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and pain. A moment later or an eternity later, I'm not sure which, I felt my hair being lifted by what I thought at the time was a slight breeze, then I felt this incredible burning pain in my neck that spread through my entire body." She absently reached out and felt her neighbor's hand, somehow holding tight to hers, she looked up and saw a look of pain on his face.
She took another breath and continued. "After three days of pain, I awoke in Danny's apartment. He looked stranger than I had ever seen, like he was seeing the future, which was his gift. He told me that should anything happen to him, I was to come to Forks, here to the house he had built. He also said he had written a letter to his closest friend a Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and placed it in my purse. He said when I got to Forks that somehow Carlisle would find me and when he did, to give him the letter. That he would know what to do."
Claudia did not look up, but she did feel her neighbor's hand grow tighter in hers. "Nothing more was said about it until the night The Volturi murdered him." She shook again, her voice straining not to break as she choked out her story. He asked me if I still had the letter, He looked so odd. I asked him what he saw, when suddenly they broke the glass door in and dragged us both out, the guard that was holding me whispered into my ear that I smelled just as good as the night he bit me. I screamed and kicked, I bit at him but I was no match for him, he easily turned me around and made me watch as they ripped Danny up and burned him. Then for some reason the guard let me go, he said he would see me again soon enough." She shuddered.
She got quiet for a moment, all she heard was the sound of her own breathing and a pained emotional almost imperceptible growl from her neighbor. "I ran to my car, seeing that Danny had managed to pack everything up before the Volturi got to us, and I drove straight here. That was a week ago, now I am just waiting for his friend Carlisle so that I can give him this letter." She said softly, turning the letter over in her free hand so that he could see Carlisle's name scrawled on the front in Danny's handwriting
