Shawn Whitmore (Second IAIYM character! :p)

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

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Megs
Age: 22
Years of Rping: 10+
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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. Whiskey and 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...

[More to come]

Code Word:
Accepted