Post by Morrison Whelan on Dec 29, 2009 23:38:11 GMT -7
† Morrison - Cameron - Whelan †
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[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Morrison Cameron Whelan
Nicknames: None, he doesn’t like them, but won’t be insulted by anything else you call him, just don’t let it catch on.
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (born)
Age: 200
Age they appear: mid/late-thirties
Occupation: Odd jobs here and there, but mostly trusted by other weres as a delivery boy of sorts.
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Only the pains associated with being a werewolf.
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Morrison is your typical alpha-male. He refuses to follow the whims of others and if something doesn’t go his way, he will fight until he is satisfied or until someone is hurt. Although he’s never loud (being so noisy seems unnecessary and generally idiotic), he can be very intimidating, even with that constant smile on his lips. His eyes are what scare people, they’re so clear, seem to look like through you, and they’re always bright, even early in the morning when most people have that glazed, zombified look about them.
He enjoys the company of others, but if the crowd gets too big he starts to feel claustrophobic and has to get into a smaller group. He is only comfortable in larger groups when he has been drinking, but he makes sure to restrain his consumption of alcohol since he knows himself to be an angry drunk. It is because of this that he has avoided having any drinking problem while many, many other people who live around him have succumbed to dependence on the drink.
There is slight bit of mystery that surrounds Morrison as he’s always seen with a smile on his face, half the time he doesn’t even know it’s there. He knows the world is going to hell in a hand basket, so he prefers to enjoy life as much as he can. For most, this would mean loads of sex, drugs, and booze, but all this simply clouds the mind and stops someone from being truly happy. Instead, he indulges all of his fantasies (that don’t include mind altering drugs), most of which are fairly innocent such as running naked on the beach. But sometimes his plans involve severely wounding someone or even murder. These are at least few and far between, letting him maintain a fairly decent reputation.
Likes:
† Humor
† Biscuits
† Card games
† Being the leader
† Limited company
† His ‘job’
Hates:
† Too many people
† The sort of silence that could crush a building
† Having to follow
† Harvest moons, all orange and bloated
† Failing at his ‘job’
† Serious people
† Idiot humans
† Complete lonliness
Talents:
† Reading body language
† Deceiving the moronic
† Getting his way
† Being pushy
† Keeping a cool head
Habits:
† Laughing at inappropriate times
† Grinding his teeth
† (as a consequence of above) Chewing aspirin
† Practicing indecent exposure
† Staring way too long at things that interest him
† Appearance †
Skin Color: His skin is a little pale and very freckled.
Hair Color: His hair is a dark shade of auburn.
Eye Color: He has golden hazel irises.
Build: He doesn’t have an amazing built body, but his muscle are defined and he is stronger than he looks. He stands tall at 6’4”.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Small smiley face tattoo on the top of his scalp, hidden under his hair, to attest to the fact that he’ll never stop smiling.
Choice of Clothing: Practical clothes. Jeans, khakis, t-shirt, tank top; whatever suits the weather. He also has a leather bomber jacket that he adores and always wears in the winter.
Wolf Appearance: He is a fairly large wolf, with almost disproportionately large paws, all of which are jet black. His main coat is that same dark auburn as his hair and there is a stripe of mouse brown that runs from the tip of his black nose to the end of his tail.
Other: He always carries a quiet smirk on his lips.
† History †
History: Morrison’s childhood may have long passed, but he still finds himself lost in nostalgia over his old home. He had a picturesque childhood, if you overlook the whole being a werewolf thing. He never despised his wolf side; in fact he had always embraced it. Though his mother had constantly worried over him and how he would deal with being so different from the other kids, especially since they lived in Ireland, not exactly the hub of supernaturals or a place full of the calm, most accepting people in the world.
Somehow, though, he managed to make it all the way to a university without anyone in the community, excepting a few doctors, every finding out what he truly was. But this is where is fairly happy life stopped. He looked younger than he actually was, so he was treated like a kid by others, even the teachers, some even threatened to injure him if he didn’t leave, feeling like he didn’t deserve that sort of education yet. He found solace for a short while with his first serious girlfriend, but on their first year anniversary, they decided to make love. This shattered his life.
He’d never had the best control over his wolf side and when he got excited over the prospect of sex, he practically attacked her, holding her neck in his claws and ripping at her clothes, then skin, while she screamed and struggled against him. He continued to maim her after she had already bled to death and only snapped out of his blind attack after he realized that he was chewing on a chunk of her flesh. He should have stayed with her until someone found them, that would have been the noble thing to, but he was too afraid so he ran.
His old house hadn’t been too far away, so he stayed with his parents and siblings for the next 30 years. Again, he found solitude in the home, it seemed a place of refuge where he would never be harmed, until the day his mother died. It had just been a simple transformation, she had done this hundreds of times, but that day, for whatever reason, her heart couldn’t take the stress any longer and it gave out. They called a trusted doctor, who knew of their family secret, but he didn’t get their fast enough and she couldn’t be revived.
Morrison’s father died a few years later from old age and his eldest son was left to take care of the youngest, Davin, who was 34, out of work, and in trouble with some ‘very bad people’. He had to take care of his brother until the very day he died, as he was never able to get fully on his own feet. By now, as far as he knew, the rest of his family was dead and he was alone.
For the next couple years, he wasn’t sure what to do with his life and just drifted through every day, staying out of trouble. He soon heard that their were many other wolves in England and this excited him, he was looking forward to finally meeting people of his own kind and strangers that would accept him. He took the first ferry he could to England with most of his belongings and about ₤20,000, much of which he took from his prey after they were dead.
The first wolf he met was near London, he only went by Iivan and he was a well connected were who quickly took Morrison under his wing to help him as a delivery boy. This gained him a very nice salary and with Iivan, he was able to rent a nice apartment in Clerkenwell. He found a better life in London, even among the drunks and the druggies. He had a job, was making money, and gained many friends, however distant they may be. He’d found another home and he wasn’t going to let death pull this one away from him.
Morrison was settled into his new home and was slowly learning more about his wolf side, mostly from Iivan. He started to notice a woman that frequented the bars around his apartment. She wasn’t very well dressed, her clothes always looked the worse for wear, and she drank way too much to be healthy. The woman, he later deduced was a werewolf, and by the way she hung around, talking to strange men and such, he figured that she was selling herself to get by. He felt sorry for her, and after all the help Iivan had given him, he wanted to get her back on her feet.
He figured the best way to approach her was through her work, so he set up to meet with her in a dreary motel that would remind her of what a sad state she was in. Once they were face to face for the first time, Morrison was disturbed with how out of touch with the world and how sick she seemed to be. He didn’t need to be convinced of her need for help any more than he was and immediately took her to his apartment to get her cleaned up.
He was surprised by how fast Meadhbh recovered from her alcoholism, but she couldn’t find a job so he had to support her on the money that he earned and buy the medicine for her epilepsy that she needed so desperately. She wanted to thank him for what he was doing for her, but all she had to offer was friendship, which was perfectly fine with him; he needed a close friend. They are now even better friend today and he still has to train her form time to time as she is finding it difficult to stand on her own.
Mother/Father: Johanna O’Keeffe(werewolf, turned, now deceased)/Gary Whelan (deceased)
Siblings: Three brothers; Aidan, Jonathan, and Davin (all deceased)
Offspring: A bastard son who stayed in Ireland with his late-girlfriend
Other: Morrison now lives in an apartment in Clerkenwell with his roommate, Iivan, and is very often found with his student/friend Meadhbh.
† RP example †
-look at any of Meadhbh's RPs-
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