Post by fawn on Feb 17, 2009 19:10:31 GMT -5
Ciarán McBain
is now entering, it's all in yer mind
is now entering, it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name: Brittany
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 5 Years
Contact: BrittanyFionna90@gmail.com
ID Tag;;
Alias: Ciarán The Merciless
Name: Ciarán McBain
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Real Age: 32
Physical Age: 23
Species: Were-Lion
Sire: Born as a Were-Lion
Religious Affiliation: Roman Catholic
Wealth: Middle-Class
Job: Mercenary
Dear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Hearing
2. Sight
3. Strength
4. Endurance
5. Speed
6. Regeneration
7. Strong Mind
8. Strong Will
Summary:
Like most Were-Creatures, Ciarán is blessed with excellent senses. He has finely attuned hearing and sight and has the strength of a lion. His endurance is in between, neither small nor large. But has great speed when trailing through the forests. Ciarán can also regenerate after a wound is placed upon his skin as to where it would take an average human a month to heal. Ciarán’s mind can not be read, as he has worked upon training his mind to resist temptation. And he also can not be controlled as his will power is trained the same way.
Weaknesses:
1. Silver
2. Decapitation
3. Removal of Heart
Summary:
Ciarán has a deep allergic reaction to silver, like most Were-Creatures. Even the touch of silver to a wound could kill him or hurt him badly. When silver touches a wound, that wound is hard to heal. Regeneration will not work.
Other weaknesses include removal of the heart and brain, and also burning of the body till nothing remains. Were-Creatures, like humans, can not live without the brain or heart. Simply stabbing them through the heart will not work. One has to remove the heart completely, sometimes you even have to burn it. Same goes for the Brain.
Human Appearance;;
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: ‘5’’10
Marks: Tribal Tattoo Of A Celtic Cross Covering Whole Back
Race: Irish
Skin Tone: Fair
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Relaxed
Footwear: Ed Hardy Deck Shoes
Summary:
Ciarán has the build of an athlete, yet also has well shaped muscles that fit his slender appearance. His hair is black as night, and eyes green as an emerald. His back is covered in Celtic Knotted Cross Tattoo. Ciarán also has a fair tone to his skin.
Ciarán wears relaxed clothing; a white tank top, a pair of Levi’s, and a leather jacket. He also has a pair of tattoo designed Ed Hardy deck shoes.
Were Appearance;;
Eye Color: Green
Fur Color: Black
Fur Length: Medium - Long
Fur Texture: Course
Size: ‘6’’3
Marks: Tattoo Pattern of a Celtic Cross Embedded in Fur
Personality;;
Likes:
1. Drinking
2. Smoking
3. Killing
Dislikes:
1. Anyone willing to get in his way
2. The Weak
3. Criminals
Flaws:[/b
1. Arrogant
2. Believes In Vigilante Justice
3. Self Reliant
4. Easily Angered and Agitated
5. Stubbornness
Summary:
Ciarán is a chain smoker and alcoholic; he’s almost never seen without a cigarette. His favorite Hobby would have to be killing the scum of the cities as he was raised to do so. And if anyone were to get in his way, he’d have them too. He hates the weak, as he considers himself a strong person; both in mind and spirit. He also despises criminals. For when he was younger, his love was killed by one.
Ciarán is very arrogant and haughty; he would just love to challenge anyone he could. He also is very self reliant, never accepting help from others. Ciarán is easily angered and agitated; he hates a cocky bastard. Not to mention he is stubborn as hell, never straying from his opinion, actions, or beliefs.
Background Check;;
Family Members:
Birth Place: Ireland
Childhood:
Transformation: Bitten
Prey: The Weak and Innocent
Moon Tidings: Anytime
Other Transformation: Ravaging of the Body
History:
Ciarán was born into the Were-Culture, so was introduced to the abnormal from a young age. He was never seen playing with other children like himself. He was more interested in human children. His father, Rycoda, never liked this about his son and warned him to stray away from the ‘wicked’, as he called it. But alas, as he grew, he began to fall in love with a human girl, a sort of childhood friend. Her name was Chloë; a seemingly fragile and pure soul.
Ciarán loved her deeply, he wanted to protect this weak soul. Everything about her seemed angelic, so kind, caring, and accepting. They would walk hand in hand. Not a care into the world. And by the time he turned into an adult, they were married. She accepted his condition when she found out and loved this part of him.
But back then, he was more sensitive and caring. More attuned to the reality of life. Something changed this all. When coming home one day, he found his wife’s mutilated body. A vicious crime had happened. He knew it. So, as he sunk to his feet and held her lifeless corpse, he could not help but feel anger and revenge in his heart. This was the birth of Ciarán The Merciless; a cold and vengeful killer.
As the years passed by, Ciarán began killing criminals at random. Anything to protect an innocents life. But although he protected the innocent, he hated the weak. Something inside him hated himself for being a weak link and not being able to protect her. So alas, this hatred of the weak is hatred for himself.
Code Word:
Mad Skills;;
Ciarán puffed on what was left of a Pall Mall cigarette as he watched the people pass by on the city streets. They were all clothed warmly on thos bitter winter night and parents held their children close as they watched him closely. He got that reaction a lot, but he could not blame them. He just smiled wickedly back at them. They hurriedly passed by.
“That’s right mommy, hold ‘yer kid real close.” He broke out in vicious laughter. “I don’t bite, ... much.”
Ciarán then stamped the cigarette out, a plume of grey whisk surrounding his shoes. He smiled, hoping he didn’t scare them much; he didn’t need cops on his trail. Not yet anyway. “Well,” he scratched his scalp, “let the games begin.”
