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Ravyn- vampire
Shawn Whitmore (I think x.x )- hunter

[rowan kestrel amber]

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[ladydarkness]

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[Isi Runasimi]

Here you go. I miss you. >>

Ravyn;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Megs
Age: 21
Years of Rping: 10
Contact:

MSN or Email

ID Tag;;

Alias: Ravyn
Name: Charlotte
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Real Age: 287
Physical Age: 20s
Species: Vampire
Sire: Damon
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Enough. She doesn't really care about the green stuff.
Job: Stripper/Assassin

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Seduction
2. Excellent swordsman
3. Torture
4. Her bite can be orgasmic or extremely painful
5. Fluent in French

Summary:
Before even a vampire she has been known for her seduction. At a young age her mother would sell her out to anyone who would take her to bed, no matter who. Ravyn had to learn how to keep people happy...very happy and over the years she's learned a lot. Damon had taught her everything there is to know with a blade and with her inhuman agility, speed, and strength, it's a deadly combination. Her favorites are throwing knives and a long sword that had been made for her by someone special. Ah yes...torture...it's a favorite subject. You piss her off or even a daily supper and she finds ways to make you scream till your last breath. Blood tastes better with fear...Damon's bite was orgasmic so it was passed down to Ravyn when he had turned her, though it took a while to master. She can even be able to change it to make it very excruciating. And yes, she uses both for torture. But a warning, if one is bit by her and surprisingly lives, they will feel they need more and if they don't get it they may have withdrawal symptoms. It's like a drug. Being born and raised in France, she is fluent in the language and may mix her English and French up in sentences at times. Being in the America so long she has more of an American accent, but if she gets upset or stressed the French accent is strong in her voice.

Weakness:
1. Lack of trust
2. Her ex, Jayde
3. Her rage/Her love to kill

Summary:
Ravyn has a no trust of anybody and due to that she doesn't let anyone near her. Too many people had broke her heart and the fight she had with Jayde shattered what little trust she had. Besides...you can't get close to people that you're about to kill, right? Jayde...For nearly a year they dated and under two hours they were apart. Any mention of her will make Ravyn either want to kill you or torture to find her whereabouts. Ravyn can get very angry even when someone looks at her the wrong way. She can get into such a rage to kill that she doesn't pay attention to her surroundings and that had got her into trouble more times than she can count. But oh well...she'll get herself out someone and that people's dead.

Appearance;;

Hair: Her black hair hangs a little lower than her shoulders, straight, thick, very soft, and layered. She's rarely seen with it up.
Eyes: Green and cold
Height: 5'8
Marks: The most noticeable scar is on her face, neck, shoulder. and lower back. Hunters thought it was very fun to pour holy water on her and press a cross in her lower back. They didn't live long. The scars on the right side of her face look like melted wax and it trickles down her neck, over her shoulder bone and down her chest till it stops at her nipple. She extremely hates it when people see them so over the years she had created a veil over herself that let people see what she wants them to see. Everything else on her body is untouched and beautiful.
Race: She looks Caucasian
Skin Tone: Ghostly Pale
Body Type: Slim and bony, she doesn't look like she can bench press a car
Clothing Style: She's seen in mainly black or red, blood doesn't show up on them, but she has worn purple and green. She's fond of halter tops and tank tops and T-shirts aren't her thing...more dressy stuff, but is comfortable in walking naked as well. She's quite comfortable in black leather pants and wears them often with a leather jacket to match or tight black pants. She will not wear jeans and is fond of dresses.
Footwear: Ankle-high or knee-high black boots

Summary:
Ravyn is so slim that by the looks of her she doesn't look to be able to even pick up a chair. She used to have long brunette hair to her lower back, but had cut it and dyed it since Jayde. She can look sweet, act sweet, and seem to be a total angel, but don't be fooled. Those green eyes can burn like bright flames and she can bite...hard. Her skin was pale before she was a vampire and so she's a ghostly pale. Her stomach is flat, her breasts are small, and she's bony, but she doesn't think they're imperfect. She hates nail polish!

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Jayde
2. Blood
3. Sex
4. Violence
5. Torture/People who scream
6. Flirting
7. Woman
8. Traveling
9. Chocolate
10. Roses

Dislikes:
1. Hunters (Especially a certain red-headed huntress!)
2. Men
3. Damon
4. Holy Water
5. Silver
6. Animals
7. Children
8. Being powerless
9. Anyone who pisses her off
10. The color pink
11. Beggars
12. Those with no loyalties
13. Any blood besides human, especially pig's blood
14. Cheating

Flaws:
1. Lack of trust
2. Ruthless and uncaring
3. Possessive

Summary:
Ravyn misses Jayde...Before she met her she had a hard time trusting and when she did meet the tall, black-haired, beautiful woman, her trust opened more and she softened up a bit...though she still had a edge. And now that they had broken off, she is way less trusting than before. It is very difficult to get behind her shields because you could be dead beforehand. Don't get her wrong though, underneath all that ruthless and uncaring mask, she can be very sweet and will protect her loved ones. And with her French, she could probably melt you into a huge puddle. She can get too close that she can be possessive and she must be reminded to give a little place now and than, and she doesn't share!

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Father: Unknown
Mother: Annabella-DECEASED (killed by HIV)
Grandparents: Unknown
Siblings: None that she knows
Birth Place: France
Childhood: She remembers being so alone while her mommy always left with so many different friends. Her mommy would tell her that she'd be back, but only until the morning. At the age of 4 she had learned to make peanut butter sandwichS by herself and at age 5 she left the hotels they were staying at while her mom was away so she wouldn't get bored. And at age 13 she became a prostitute like her mother.
Transformation: Hmph...Damon. He was every woman's dream. The dark knight in shining armor to rescue the maiden in distress. He had met her when he offered to pay more money than ever to spend the entire night with him at a restaurant and a walk. At first she thought he was joking...I mean, who wants to spend time with a prostitute besides behind the bedroom door. She went with him. She had lived with him and his coven for over two years till he turned her. She hated the process. Damon liked to turn slowly, believing a quick transformation was hard on the human's mind. She hated being worthless and sick. She was miserable until the process was finally over.
Prey: Any human that is fresh, but druggies and prostitutes she just kills...if they get near her...
Fang Power: Her bite can be orgasmic or extremely painful, but being young still she can't make the person feel anything yet, but she's learning.
Other Transformation: Ravyn likes to do it slowly, draining little by little each day, and if you try to escape, she'll find you. She remembers anyone she takes blood from and you'll remember her. Once you get her bite...just once...you'll want more no matter how she bit you.
History:

Charlotte was born in 1721 in France to, unfortunately, her mother Annabella whom was a prostitute and her father could have been any of the men. Her mother would have the clients come to the hotel while she was an infant and worked even while she cried.

By the age of 5 her mother had her do scary things with her friends. She didn't understand and much of the time her mommy's friends would hurt her. She hated it, but she had to listen to her mommy and when there was blood her mother had them stop. On her off days Charlotte would sneak out of the hotel and learn new things. She taught herself to count and learn new words.

At age 13 her mother had her into prostitution every day because the clients would pay more for someone younger and more beautiful. She continued to learn, figuring out ways to make clients happy, her mother happy, and the days over with.

At age 18 she swore that it was one more night and she's leaving her mother and the business. She was right. That night she met Damon. He offered to pay more money than any other to spend the entire night with him at a restaurant and a walk. At first she thought he was joking...I mean, who wants to spend the entire night with a prostitute besides behind the bedroom door...Of course, her mother took the money and she went with him. That was the last she saw her mother. She then changed her name to Ravyn. She hated the name Charlotte; her mother used it so much and it was such an ugly name.

Damon taught her much and she enjoyed the learning while they fell in love. She never knew someone could give so much passion. She learned how to horseback, to protect herself, to use so many different swords, to be a proper woman, and he even taught her English. She was very curious about America and Damon had been there.

Ravyn had wondered why he had a strange schedule. He slept during the day and was awake at night. She was forbidden down in the basement of his mansion, though she didn't mind. She could go wherever she pleased, he provided her money, and she loved shopping. She felt loved and wanted to be with him forever.

Her 20th birthday...He told her what he was during her birthday supper. Most people would freak out and run for the hills, but not Ravyn. She was curious and asked so many questions. She begged to be turned a vampire so they may, literally, live together forever. He told her to be patient and that in time she will join him.

During their intimate nights he'd drink her blood, but never offered his nor took too much. His bite was so orgasmic that Ravyn would beg for more. She needed it. He would decline, telling her that she wasn't ready or he didn't want to kill her.

She continued to practice her skills with the sword, beating the humans at the mansion one-handed and even some of the vampires. She practiced her English and used it in front of Damon as he had told her that he wouldn't respond unless it was in English.

Finally, after many months he finally turned her. She hated the process and at times begged to be killed rather than continue with it. Damon stayed by her side when he could.

When it was over, Damon taught her new things. She learned how to hunt without killing, how to cope with her new powers and how to enhance them. She even discovered that her was orgasmic just as his. Their sex was great!

And then the night she won't forget...While she and Damon's coven slept in the day, Damon left. He left them all behind and disappeared. The hunters came and slaughtered everyone. Hearts were stabbed and heads were chopped off. While she slept they took her. She woke chained to a concrete wall, the chains were silver and bit into her skin. She was so hungry that the rats she heard nearly sounded good and she had found out that they had left her there for two days till they came and interrogated her about Damon. She wouldn't talk to them nor did she beg to be released. Her mind was set. When she gets out, they're dead.

They tortured her, pressing a cross into her back and spilling holy water on her beautiful face. They gave her pig's blood and she hated it, but she was hungry and needed strength to get out.

She remembered a boy, she smelled his fear and heard the pounding of his heart. It sounded so good...She urged him with her thoughts to get the keys. that he was daddy's special little boy and he'd be so proud of him. The boy obeyed and once the silver shackles hit the concrete floor...She killed him. No feeling. No questions. She ripped out his neck and drank every last drop until he was a lifeless heap. From there...She slaughtered the entire household. Every last man, woman, and child was killed for blood. It was her first killing and she liked it.

She never found Damon and vowed that whenever she did, he was a dead man. The bastard left her for dead and never came back to see how she was doing.

For nearly three centuries she killed to feed, slaughtered hunters, and turned many humans to vampires. She tortured and murdered for the hell of it and any who got in her way. Men, woman, children...It didn't matter. She's a wanted vampire by the hunters and they've tried many times to destroy her, nearly succeeding more than a couple moments, but her powers grow and they either end up dead or tortured for a very, very long time...Two had even killed themselves.

She's traveled the world from England to Russia, Australia, and finally America. From the moment she got there she loved it. So many naive humans to hunt. But then...she met Jayde.

She never knew she liked women until she met Jayde. The tall, black-haired, blue-eyed, strong-willed, and stubborn woman caught her heart. Ravyn had calmed a lot with Jayde that she stopped killing, only taking enough for her to survive. She loved her so much and knew Jayde loved her. She called Jayde "ma cherie" (my beloved) and Jayde was even fluent in French. She didn't mind the horrible scars on her face and Jayde kissed each one so tenderly. They were a perfect match until...

Ravyn told Jayde she was a vampire. She had thought Jayde was fine with it, that it didn't change anything in their relationship. But it did...

A fight started, a big fight. Jayde was excellent at hand-to-hand combat and wanted Ravyn dead. Ravyn was a vampire, but she was frightened to hurt ma cherie. She wanted Jayde to understand. Sadly...the fight ended in a wooden piece from a shattered table leg in Jayde's side and Ravyn had been stabbed with that same piece in her throat, nearly missing her spine.

Reluctantly, she left Jayde.

She couldn't bear to see her hurt from her own hands and such anger in those blue eyes. It shattered her and she went back to her old ways, showing back on the hunters' radars.

She trusted no one and had none at her side, moving from state to state. Always moving. She hated men, ignored women, and dearly missed her Jayde. She wondered if she was okay, hoping her life was well. They say vampires don't dreanm but she felt she dreamed of Jayde many times.

And so...she reached Vice City...
[More to Come]

Code Word:
muffinsrc00l

Mad Skills;;

Ravyn took a deep breath and the man flinched. He had a cheap cologne on, his tie undone, and just underneath the clean soap was the sweet smell of iron and fear. So warm and sweet. His heart was thudding in his ears and drove her drove her crazy...or maybe even insane. Yeah, insane was a good word.

She blew softly against his face, yellow hair brushing back and his blue eyes shut. "Please, please, please..." he begged under his breath, his meaty hands went up to grab at her wrists.

She almost made a move to yank her hands away...Almost. Those nasty hands touching her. She grinned. "Come now, my love, don't be so scared," she stroked his cheek, "it makes it more fun for me."

His breath quickened along with his heart.

She slammed his back against the wall, fingers having a tight hold on his very meaty neck. She had no muscles, just bony arms, and this man probably weighed much more than her. But she could still pick him up with ease.

He whimpered and shut his eyes tighter. "I got nothing."

"Obviously. You've got cheap cologne. I hate cologne." She tightened her hold till the man had to wheeze to breath. "Though...you do have something. I can smell under your skin."

"Oh God."

"God? Geez, why is it that you mortals must first beg him. God has nothing to do with this at all, my love. You should really change your religion," she said as she lowered her head to his neck. She heard the pulsing, smelled it just under the skin. With a single bite she could bring that pulse to the surface. "Do you have a...wife and children?"

"I've got money." His voice was beginning to get higher in his panic. Mortals were so slow.

"And why would I need money? Hm?" She flicked her tongue against the skin, salty. Not her favorite taste, but it'll do.

The man shrieked. Yeah, he did and struggled, but she had him. She had him good and tight and wasn't going to let him go. "Please, please, please, please..."

She sunk her teeth in and never lost her grip as her hand came up to clap on his mouth to cover the screams. Blood rushed in her mouth and she drank every drop. She felt blood drip down her hand...Did her nails dig too much in his cheeks? Oh well...

She continued to gulp, leaving no drop alone to drip down the cold neck. The body was dead weight and with one last lick at the neck, she released it. It made a thump to the ground, eyes staring up at her.

"Really...cologne smells." she blew it a kiss, stepped over it with a moving grace, and headed out of the alley.

[Isi Runasimi]

Shawn Whitmore;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Megs
Age: 21
Years of Rping: 10
Contact:

Email or MSN

ID Tag;;

Alias: Shawn, Shawn Hamilton, Derek Anderson, Michael Ferris, Christopher Johnson, Detective Riley, Father Warren, Deputy Marshal Kennedy, Agent Bachman, Dr. Sheridan, Agent 47, and more.
Name: Shawn Anthony Whitmore
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 28
Species: Human
Job: (Ex cop), Hunter, Hitman, Thief, Con Artist
Religious Affiliation: Brought up Christian...He still believes there's a Him, but he doesn't go to church, doesn't pray, and he's sure that when he dies he'll go to Hell. Although, the cross still helps him out so...who knows.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Combat
2. Hunting
3. Perfect coordination
5. Stealth
4. Breaking in
5. Knowledge of the paranormal

Summary:
Having a father with military background and an ex cop, Shawn is skilled as a fighter from hand-to-hand to weapons. He's a gun freak, knowing a lot about every brand of gun, though he prefers his Colt 1911 or his sawed-off shot gun. He has been known to use other firepower such as crossbows and even flamethrowers. He customizes his bullets, filling the silver hollow points with holy water and mercury, sealed with wax. He's extremely skilled in hunting and tracking, rather it be deer, vampire, or werewolf due to his early years of hunting deer with his father. His perfect 20-20 vision gives him the ability to be an exceptional shot, capable of having excellent accuracy with most weapons and able to hit the target dead on. If he doesn't get his target, he will. Shawn is highly adept to escape and evasion, able to move silently and unseen when the situation requires it. Nothing can stop him from getting to his targets. He is capable of quickly disabling devices, such as home security systems, and can quickly bypass most standard locks. He has even stolen cars. His knowledge of the paranormal has no bottom. He studied everything there is on werewolves and vampires, learning and remembering every bit of information. Before he hunts, he learns of their appearance, habits, weakness, where they hunt, what they eat, their job, their family...He finds every bit of information and goes for the kill.

Weakness:
1. His son
2. Women
3. Harming humans
4. Trust
5. Flying (Heights)
6. Needles

Summary:
His son...Shawn hates to talk about him and hates to hear about him. He doesn't like his deceased son mentioned at all and will get angry if one even says his name on their lips. He's attracted women! When his target just happens to have breasts and hot sexy legs he just has this problem of getting down to business and shotting her between the eyes...a weakness that has gotten him into trouble more than a couple times. He doesn't like harming the innocent and when they're in the way he has trouble targeting. If he does happen to harm an innocent human he'll send them money for his troubles...Sometimes. Shawn doesn't like having anyone close to him more than a night. His jobs are just too problematic for any relationship. He hates heights! Good luck pulling him on a plane to fly. He'd rather drive than be in a craft that's heavier than air. And then those doctors...Shawn has a fear of needles and they'll get this grown hunter screaming and kicking. It's just a fear he had ever since he can remember...

Appearance;;

Looks: Middle to late twenties
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6', 1"
Marks: No piercings. Shawn has a Celtic cross tattoo, with blue angel wings and a banner over the cross that has his son's initials, on his upper right chest. A vampire shredded into his collar bone and he had to drench the bite in holy water. It left a nasty scar. He has a scar on the back of his head where Vincent slashed him with a blade. He had 20 stitches and it left a scar where hair doesn't grow. He has scars at his back where a werewolf attempted to shred him apart before he blew out their brains. Thankfully...he didn't become a furry on the full moon.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Light...He usually sleeps during the day as he works at night. It's just not challenging to work during the day when his targets sleep.
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: T-Shirts...Long shirts...Sweaters....Whatever. He isn't picky on what he wears unless he's going on a date or working. He has worn tuxes when he has to, but he hates a tie. He prefers jeans over fancy clothes. He usually just wears solid colors, not wearing much clothes that have logos or saying on them, and it's usually dark colors or browns.
Footwear: Cowboy boots

Summary:
Shawn likes his hair short and messy, just taking a shower and drying it is fine by him. His eyes are his mother's and he looks more like his father. He stands an inch over 6 feet and he tries to keep fit. With the targets he kills every night you got keep up with them or you're toast. His skin is smooth, minus the many scars, and he barely has any hair. He wears no jewelry, though he still has his wedding ring and a silver necklace, his ex wife gave him, on his dresser...

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Women
2. Sex
3. Guns
4. Beer
5. Killing the paranormal
6. Driving
7. Bypassing locks
8. Hacking into security systems
9. Car jacking
10. Manipulating people
11. Running from the FBI
12. Rice Crispy cereal

Dislikes:
1. Vampires
2. Talking about his son
3. Werewolves
4. Anything that isn't human...
5. Flying...Driving is way better
6. Needles...He's in perfect health!
7. Getting caught by the police
8. Getting himself in deep shit when he's on a target
9. His ex wife
10. Wounding/killing a human
11. When humans get in the way of his target
12. Missing his target

Flaws:
1. Over confident
2. Too much anger
3. Hides emotions

Summary:
Shawn has a job, Shawn will get that job done. No matter what gets in the way he'll get it done one way or another and that attitude got him in trouble too many times to count. He hates serious situations and showing fear so he hides it behind his sarcastic comments. He has too much anger built up inside that it can have a tendency to cloud his judgment and yeah...he has been to anger management, but that didn't help. He can get angry too fast. With his anger and being over confident...It's gotten him in corners quite a few times. To most he seems like a cold person, showing very few emotions and he can't even remember the last time he cried. He can be stubborn and has a tendency to piss his targets off. But underneath, he's a caring and gentle man who will protect those he loves with every strength in his body.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Father: Michael Anthony Whitmore
Mother: Denise Marie Whitmore (O'Connor)
Brother: (3 years younger) Joshua Daniel Whitmore
Wife: (DECEASED) Karla Elisabeth Mack
Son: (DECEASED) Samuel James Whitmore

Mentor: (Unknown Whereabouts) Vincent
School Attended: Lloyd V. Berkner High School, Everest College
Graduation Year: 1997, 1999
History:

Shawn Anthony Whitmore was born in Dallas, Texas on August 18, 1980 to Michael Anthony Whitmore and Denise Marie Whitmore (O'Connor). He was a cute child, but fussy. His parents would stay up nearly all night in the rocker to try and get him to sleep.

His toddler years weren't any easier. He loved foods, but most of it ended up on the floor or daddy's face. He always wanted things to go his way and only his way, and if it didn't he'd throw a fit. When his brother, Joshua, was born he became mommy's little helper while his daddy was serving in the army. His mother never worked and lived off his daddy's pay check and his grandparents help.

As he got older he fought with his little brother a lot, hurting him more than he really needed. Once he broke his brother's nose. He didn't mean it and apologized. He loved his brother, cared for him a lot. He just had a temper.

He was a troubled child in elementary school. A couple of fights here and there, couple of calls to his mom nearly every day for something he did. He even had a hard time staying on task, but his mother hated the thought of her little boy on drugs. He went to therapy, but of course that didn't help.

When his dad would return, he taught his sons how to use a gun and took them out hunting. Shawn never attached to his father, always distant, and only going along because he enjoyed learning knew things and the gun in his hand felt so natural.

Junior high and high school were better years. He had friends, he started football, and women were the greatest of inventions. His first crush and whom he lost his virginity to was a Beth in Freshman year...Of course, he hates talking about her.

Sophomore year...Karla Mack was the most beautiful women he had ever set eyes on. Blond hair, green eyes...He was hooked. She was a cheerleader, but she also enjoyed school plays.

They dated, she helped him with his school work...when they weren't doing anything else, and they went to the prom both Junior and Senior year. They fought at times about the stupidest things and it seemed to always be his fault; Him hanging out with friends, him not giving her all of his attention...She liked to hang...

A few months before graduation, Karla found out she was pregnant. They were against abortion since they were both brought up Christian, so the announced to their families that they were to be married and that they were going to have a child.

His family adored her while her family hated him. Sure he had a job and was successful in school, graduated with flying colors, but he was raised with hardly a father figure.

They married in August after Shawn's birthday. It was a small wedding outside with family and friends. Shawn thought Karla was the most beautiful bride in that white wedding gown even while her stomach showed.

Samuel James Whitmore was born December 12, 1997 in the morning and was everyones world, even her family. He was a healthy 9lbs, 6oz and just as fussy as his dad was.

Unlike Shawn's father, he made sure he spent as much time as he can with his son as possible, even when he started schooling at Everest College for his Criminal Justice degree. He took his son anywhere he could...to the zoo, the park, the museum, even his work, and spoiled the boy like crazy.

His marriage was thinning. Karla was jealous that he spent more time with his son and school than with her, but she was gone just as much as him. Who knows where she would run off to.

He graduated college in 1999 with his degree in Criminal Justice and instantly put his application in with the Dallas Police Department. He was hired almost a year later and after the academy, was an official police officer.

As his son grew he continued to do more and more activities with him. He adored his son and loved him so much. He had grown distant to his wife and ignored her long hours of disappearances and her night outs. His love for her had faded and he was on the brink of divorcing her. Fuck his Christian past.

And then that night. Shawn came home to Karla sitting in the dark in the living room, naked. She looked to him and admitted that she had cheated on him. She asked him why he hated her body...never touched it in so long. She begged for forgiveness and promised she'd stay with him if he...became like her.

His son came in the room and Shawn watched as Karla bit into her wrist with fangs. How the hell did she have fangs?! And offered her wrist to his five year old son! He watched as his little boy sucked at her wrist with his own fangs and drank blood. He made no move to even say hi to his dad. No move to give him a hug. He just wanted blood!

He couldn't believe his eyes. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach. Karla told him about vampires, that she and his son was one. His five year old son was a blood sucking leech!

His gun was in his hands, pointed at his wife's forehead. He didn't remember pulling it from the shoulder holster. His wife laughed at him and told him that the little gun won't work.

Vampires weren't supposed to be real. They were stories to scare your children. They weren't supposed to be real.

His son. His five year old little boy. The one he loved so much was suddenly on him. He didn't remember being on his back or the gun not in his hand. He had trouble keeping his son away from his neck. He was so strong. Shawn was in a panic. He didn't want to hurt him and then he heard it. It was that sound of bone snapping and his son went limp in his lap. He snapped his own son's neck!

His wife's screams were distant. He bolted from the house, went to his car and drove. He remembered driving and driving, moving from one place to the next. Jumping from one hotel to the next and drinking. A lot of drinking.

He killed his son. And his wife, last he heard, killed herself by walking into the sun. He hated vampires. Despised the one who ruined his life. Anything that wasn't human shouldn't walk the Earth. While drunk at that bars he'd babble about them and how they were true, that they were blood sucking leeches and were going to kill every human for all their blood. Which is when he met Vincent.

Vincent rescued him from a little fight he was having with a few guys who thought Shawn was a joke and they used him as a beating buddy. Vincent pulled him out, told the men to back off (Physically), and nursed him back to health. He then forced him into alcohol detoxification. He hated it, but whatever it took to kill the bastards.

Vincent only had one name, never spoke of his past, and knew a great amount of information on drugs, weapons, and the paranormal. He was dark haired, brown eyes, and though he had wrinkles under his eyes he still had quick reflexes and could hit a target with perfect accuracy.

During his detoxification, Vincent talked on and on about the paranormal. He never called them immortals...You weren't immortal if you could be killed. They were inhuman and not of this world, but not immortal. A silver bullet straight through the heart could do the trick, even blowing their head off.

When Shawn was better, Vincent showed him how to make the customized bullets and the best way to kill them. He showed them where they hid, how the hid, where the hung out...Everything. Shawn took in every bit of information and more. He wanted to know it all.

Shawn and Vincent were on this werewolf. It was full moon and humid out. Shawn was the bait and Vincent even sliced the back of his head. Fresh blood made them squirm and turn their heads. Vincent was supposed to be scouting on top of the building.

The werewolf was suddenly on him, shredding into his back and trying to get his neck. It wasn't going to. Shawn grabbed his gun, shoved the barrel in the fur-ball's jaws, and blew brains all over the pavement.

And where the hell was Vincent? Who knows...Shawn never seen him again and he really didn't give a shit. He took on that werewolf, by himself and really didn't need his help anyway. But if he ever seen him again he'll chew his head off and beat him to death...

From then on his hunts were by himself; he did his job by himself and needed no help. He made no attractions with any one. His jobs were harsh and he was a target for the FBI. Of course, he couldn't avoid those one-night stands.

Yeah...The FBI. For the murder of his son and wife, theft, and the list goes on. He has about a million fake IDs to use on his job's. He hadn't contacted his parents and brother in years and would rather keep them at a distance.

He then came to Vice City, bought a house in the suburbs, and enjoys the many targets there. If the FBI can keep their grubby hands away maybe he'll stay...


Code Word:
Accepted