Father Michael

[fathermichael]

Father Michael
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: John
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 4
Contact: Cbrbite AIM & YIM

ID Tag;;

Alias: Father Michael
Name: John Michael Peters
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 29
Physical Age: 24
Species: Vampire
Sire: Unknown Female
Religious Affiliation: Catholic
Wealth: $373,200
Job: Attorney

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Rallying
2. Manipulation
3. Sex Crimes

Summary:
Father Michael is very good at speaking as his job requires it. He has become very good at getting people to believe such very little lies as he can take something and spin it round and round till the person is so entwined in his web he will believe Michael over others. His job was to prosecute the scumbags who perpetrated sexual crimes against humans. He was vicious when it came to asking his questions. Many times having the judge yell at him for asking questions that were just meant to make the person on the stand cry. Father Michael is good at getting a group of people to feel one side or another. He can play the sympathy card, or he can make them hate who ever he wants. Michael is there to make others believe he is the best while the other person has done everything wrong under god and his watching eyes.

Weakness:
1. A unloved heart
2. Wanting of love
3. Anyone close to him

Summary:
Father Michael had never been anyone caring or passionate when he was growing up. He had been cold and heartless, thus he was unloved by many. Finding out too late he changed towards woman...even men but he gave up after a while finding that it was just too much when he was younger to try and find love and to be successfully in life. So he gave up for that time and soon the wanting of love started to consume him. Many nights he would lay awake crying because he didn't have anyone to hold man or woman. He still feels very alone and wishes to change that. Everyone close to him died when he was sired. Father Michael watched his family and his loved ones slaughtered in front of his eyes. Their blood drained from their body's, and to torture him he was sired to become one of the people who killed his family. But with the rage that followed came fear...fear that anyone he loved would be killed if they got too close to him.

Appearance;;

Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel (mostly green)
Height: 6' 3"
Marks: On his back is the tattoo of a white tiger clawing through his back to the on looker of the tiger.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Almost an Arabic look but a little bit whiter
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Emo
Footwear: Converse or Boots.

Summary:
Father Michael is six foot three inches, he is an athletic build and Caucasian. His skin is that almost of an Arabic man but with a lighter shade to it making him look more of a white and Arabic mix. He likes the clothing style of the emo scene and finds it to be really sexy, he likes the studded belts the dress shirts or striped shirts. The tight black pants and the chains that come along with tripp pants. Father Michael likes black convers or black boots, either is comfortable for him and he switches when ever he feels like. He wears this now since he doesn't do his job anymore. Father Michael just likes to have a little fun and look good while doing it.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Emo Girls and Boys
2. Avenged Sevenfold
3. Dressing as a priest to get easy victims

Dislikes:
1. Killing Children
2. Ghosts...preferably children
3. Being made to be a fool

Flaws:
1. Will put let a person know the real him if interest is shown.
2. Cares way too much about loved ones
3. Will do anything to keep loved ones happy

Summary:
Father Michael likes both sexes and prefers the emo crowd. He finds them to be more his taste and he feels more comfortable towards these people. He will often be found around them and is usually not far from a hot emo boy or girl. Michael likes music but his favorite band is Avenged Sevenfold, he has his eyes on Zacky one of the members but is embarrassed to say anything about it if noticed. He is embarrassed easily when his bisexual side is pointed out but only people that can get to the true him will know exactly how he feels about both sexes. After he was sired he got the gimmick of being a priest, walking around the streets with the hood and cloak and luring men and women to their deaths in the shadows. False hope of a priest while they think they are going to get help or confess in a private place. They are becoming his next feeding. Father Michael has one limit on killing and that is children he thinks is unnecessary to kill them and they shouldn't even be around to see killings. He will refuse to kill someone if their child is near them. He just cant bring himself to do it and if he ever does he will never forgive himself. Father Michael does not like children ghosts, some don't believe their true but to him they just creep him out to the fullest and he would rather not have to deal with that. He does not like being made a fool of and will get angry quick when someone makes a fool out of him. He does not like being made to seem he is dumb or stupid unless it is from a close friend. If a male or female shows interest in Michael and they stick around for more than a week he will open up to them and show them the true caring and loving side of him not many see. Leaving him self open for a huge hurt in his heart if rejected. Michael cares way too much about his loved ones and will do anything to keep them happy, if he had to he will die for them to live. If it meant that for him to suffer they would smile and be happy he would put himself through it.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Father - William Michael Peters (deceased)
Mother - Noreen Michael Peters (deceased)
Brother - William Michael Peters (deceased)
Birth Place: Buffalo New York
Childhood: It was full of happy memories that will never happen again. The family, friends, people he cared about gone. He will never see them again and it haunts him every day he is "alive"
Transformation: Was sired the night my family was killed, right next to their corpses. Watching their lifeless eyes as his was taken to the brink of death only to be shoved into something not quite death, not quite life.
Prey: Male and Female above fifteen years of age
Fang Power: My fangs are just that fangs and nothing else. Used to get the sweet nectar i love and wish to have as much as possible.
Other Transformation: I will bite them and let them suck from my blood. This will sire them, but if i don't choose to site them I will then just take what i please.
History:
John Michael Peters was a child that had a normal happy life, but he wasn't the most friendly person that you could meet. He had friends and they were just about the same as him. He would often visit his grandparents many times a week. His father and Mother were happy together and he was happy his family was somewhat normal. They would argue and they would have partys. But he always craved attention, getting into trouble he would be yelled at but all eyes would be on him. John would soon be broken of his attention craving as he became a teenager. Though while he was still a child he had a dog he loved, that dog died of old age when he was ten. Replaced by a cat and later another dog he still missed that first dog. Growing up with it since birth it was like a member of the family to him. His grandparents died when he was reaching his teen years and it became hard for him to think of them with out sad filled memories coming into his mind. Putting that in the back of his head for the rest of his life he trys to forget the sorrow he had as a child.

John had a good life going through school going through the normal things life and death. During high school it was quite akward for John. He was athletic but always doubted by the jocks. He proved them wrong when given the chance and always reveled in doing so. When put in his place he never sulked away but always confronted whoever it was, that was trying to put him down. Usually this never ended well but John would do it every time. As high school wore on he tried to get girlfriends but no one would give him the time of day. Saying he was an asshole or that he was just creepy. He was kinda creepy, but really if you thought about it he didnt care what others thought about him. John would do what he wanted, wear what he wanted, and act how he wanted with out caring what people thought of him. His frineds were the same so they hung out alot. Getting into the world of drugs and drinking he feel into a spiral of suicidal thoughts and almost a drug overdose. That is what cleaned him up, almost dieing from the drugs. Getting clean his last year of high school he settled down a bit and graduated. Making his parrents happy and more importantly him happy.

Starting college it was new for him. You didnt have to be there and really he was doing it for free because he was a resident of New York State. Smiling as he entered it was a long four years. Going in at seventeen having an early birthday he had long hours of studying. Many partys he rejected just to make sure that he passed each exam. Some were barely, some where very well done. He always strived to do his best in something that ment so much to him. Getting through college would give him a job, money, women liked money he was hoping to get a nice little wife or maybe husband.

At twenty one he just finished college and passed the bar exam, his parents were happy but he was still alone...Working for a few years he became very successfully and decided to treat his parents to a party. Its when everything changed for this young man and he would never be the same again. The night that started it all.

The party was held in the country with him, his parents and his friends. John and his friends partied it up and drank and so did his parents. It was just because they needed a time to relax and he wanted to just enjoy time with his family and friends. The sun started to go down and they lit a big bon fire. Having just ate some steak and other food his friends decided to take a walk to the pond, to just look around. John had to help clean up and told them he would be down that way in about five to ten minutes. It took John a little longer than he thought as his brother showed up just then and they spent about twenty minutes catching up with his brother. Remembering his friends he went down the dirt road and turned to the pond. But what he saw wasn't his friends. In the dimly lit sky he saw blood spattered on the ground. Some torn clothes and what looked like a big indent of someones body in the ground but what ever happened was over but it was recent.

He raced back to his parents and brother to get help but he was greeted with the site of his family being killed one by one by what looked like a woman. He couldn't see her clearly and could have sworn there was more than one. Though he could just be wrong. Each member of his family was slain in front of him. His father picked up into the air and the blood drained from him by this woman. John picked up a log and hit her in the head with it. The log did nothing and he was thrown against the car flying through the windshield and laying there almost unconscious as he looked onto the scene. Next was his brother and last his mother who were drained of their blood and life.

The woman walked up to him slowly he couldn't tell very much as she looked like she was going in and out of focus. He was lifted up into the air out of the car. Something was whispered into his ear it sounded like life is now yours, or something along those lines as he felt teeth piercing his neck. Gasping in pain he tried to fight but became weaker and weaker. Finally he accepted death but it never came.

He doesn't remember what happened after that but he awoke far away from that place, in the shade of a cave. He tried to walk out into the sun after getting his barrings but couldn't bare the touch. Waiting till nightfall he moved and came upon the place where his family should have been. But everything was gone. Just blood stains on the grass nothing more nothing less.

He left that day and moved from Buffalo using his money he moved to Missouri and lives there comfortably. Dropping the John in his name he became Michael Peters, and with his disguise as a priest his name then became Father Michael. The nickname stuck over the past years and he now either goes by that or Michael. John is the old him and he doesn't let anyone know his real full name. John has become more and more adept to taking down peoples walls of emotion and rebuilding them with him inside their minds. He tries to find his sire but really doesn't know what she looks like or even if it was her. Never having love he never had sexual experience so if anything happens to him in that nature he is very shy and nervous because he has never been that close with anyone, male or female.

Code Word:
Do the mash potato, do the twist

Mad Skills;;

It was gone...his life, his humanity gone, dead, deceased just like him. Well he wishes it was him this god damn curse that was put on him. Why didn't he die like everyone else. Why was he chosen to live the rest of his life like this. He had thought for three years after he was sired. Then it changed, he started to like it, he started to enjoy the killing. Enjoy the blood, enjoy the screams enjoy it all. Enjoy everything that was so delicious about having someone who hear scream while his fangs pierced their throat. The splash of blood on the inside of his mouth was something that sent shivers down his spine. The screams, the yells, the gurgle of them trying to breath as his fangs are embedded inside their throat.

The woman was screaming as her boyfriend was lifted up into the air and started to be drained of his sweet sweet blood. Then the man feel as something had grabbed the figured that took her boyfriend. Turning to see what had stopped it a woman embedded her fangs into the figures neck. It screamed in pain as it tried to free her from his neck but in the end he was drained of the life himself. Being tossed aside through a car windshield she was there again walking towards him.

Father Michael woke with a start as sweat was coming down his face. His bed was a mess but the sun was still out. It was only five in the after noon. He didn't understand it she was still in his dreams. That sexy temptress that took his family and most likely his friends lives that day. She was always there at least once a week and he didn't understand it. Will she never go away, will he never get any rest any piece. Father Michael got up and grabbed a cigarette as he lit it and looked around at his house. It wasn't bad but he didn't want to spend much so it only had two bedroom, bath, living room, a kitchen and a basement. He might have an attic but he never needed to check there. He just sat in his chair and thought about this girl again. Sitting there sweat still on his body. His chest rose and fell with loss of breath from the dream. His body was nice but he chose not to get a six pack not wanting to become a full rock. Michael sat there and just looked around.

Cigarettes had become his haven since her, he never smoked till she took his life. His dreams, his passion, she had taken it all and now he could never know what it would be like to grow old with someone. Now he would never die, thats a perk right, well Father Michael didn't think so when hes so alone for it. Finishing his cigarette he sighed and got back into his bed. Turning over he went back to sleep. Thinking of her and how he would ever find this woman.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Accepted