Post by gunner on Dec 31, 2009 16:43:43 GMT -7
† Gunner - Davin – Shultz †
†Gun†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Gunner Davin D’Agosto
Nicknames: Gun, Nacho
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Age: 23
Age he looks: 21
Occupation:Unemployed, but could work for Izan
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: A previous scar that runs across his stomach, it hasn’t healed yet, and most likely wont due to the fact that he keeps opening it. It gives him deep pain sometimes. Otherwise he has an alcoholic problem, but that is it.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Gunner is the mild, polite and level-headed type of person who always looks out for their day to day wellbeing. Even though at sometimes he can be quite a cynic person, or have his down sides to the day. When others get him angry, which can be rare, he has a habit of meaningful glares to tell them to nicely ‘shut up’. He earns his respect this way, always looking out for everyone, and not missing a beat throughout the day. He is neat and tidy, and loves to keep everything clean. This may not sound like vampirism, but Gunner has been keen to keep his cool, and always hide his painful emotions behind a mask of solitude. He also takes up some feminine roles such as cooking, and trying to make peace.
Other times when he is not so much looking for peace wouldn’t be when there is someone he doesn’t like; usually he’d just ignore that person. Usually the only times are when he’s pure ticked off which can happen in various ways, such as being used, or treated like a dog. He doesn’t as so much show it, or fight it; it turns more into the cold shoulder and the angry glare. Now when it comes to fighting, he uses more self defense than trying to hurt the other person, he will basically just move out of the way at the last second when one is charging at him, and it has been many years since he has ever used his fangs on a human or werewolf, but her still knows how to work them. And if he must kill someone, well it would only have to be a good reason.
Apart from his normal and docile life, Gunner has had a bad past, which gives him some emotion trouble, and though he doesn’t really show it, if you listen you can hear his deep thoughts being said in each sentence. No he doesn’t cut, or have suicide thoughts, he only has his down times where some people might not even see him for a week, it gives him time to think, and this is where and when he is most vulnerable to get angry at others, and when his mercy and forgiveness can fade away.
Now back to his feminine side, no he is not gay, but he takes on a lot of the responsibilities that woman would, such as taking care of the house, keeping things clean and tidy, washing, and ironing. Nice clothes and polished shoes, but he doesn’t look like a business man, he mostly wears simple clothing. He even enjoys the roles too such as cooking would be his favorite, and he is also quite well at it. He even has the same feelings, when he is older he wants to have many children, such as around… well as much as he can get, and take care of a family no matter how hard or troubling it gets. Even though he knows that day will never come, he still finds the need for that responsibility, to make sure of peoples safety, but his days as of turning into a vampire slightly ruined that.
Likes:
†To watch other people live life
†Cook and basically make food.
†Drinking
†Making people happy
†A good fight every now and then
†Being by himself
†The chance-takers
†knowing himself worthy to be part of the world
†Simple honesty and hope
Hates:
†People in general.
†Know-it-alls
†Mercy
†Bad tasting wine or whiskey
†Being told what to do, even though he does it anyways.
†Ones that kill just to kill
†Being used
Talents:
†Self defense
†Cooking
†Being tolerant to alcohol.
†negotiating
†Cleaning
†Taking on big responsibilities
†Turning the tables
Habits:
†Drinking
†taking on too big of responsibilities
†Saying or doing the wrong things at the definite wrong time
†Being a clean freak, or maybe a bit too tidy
†Being ‘too’ smiley
† Appearance †
Skin Color:Pale
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost a black
Eye Color:light brown
Build: Tall and strong, but not bulky
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Scars; one across his stomach that still gives immense pain & memories
Choice of Clothing:A plain shirt, usually the button-up, with khaki jeans. Or even something conjure like a flannel shirt and tie.
Other:
† History †
History:
Gunner grew up an orphan, in an orphanage. That’s where I’ll start because what happened before wouldn’t afflict him till later on, or maybe never. He never was adopted, but stayed at the school with the nuns, always learning, and reading. He never smiled, he just would stand there on the side of the street and watch little kids go off on the father’s back and start laughing, he knew joy, just never felt it. He would always receive letters saying Mom with a note, he’d never let anyone else read it, and it is still like that today. Getting a new letter every few months or so, same person, labeled Mom but they never mentioned their names or anything about Dad or why she gave him up, not even a return address, just the most random things that would drive Gun insane.
Then as he got older, he was about fifteen, still not smiling, until he met her. Kennan, a most lovely woman whom Gun had fallen in love with at the age of eighteen, He smiled everyday after that. He needed to make money after he was out of school, so he got a job as an assistant teacher, just enough to support the both of them. And what seemed like a happily-ever-after turned bad one day at the age of twenty-one. Once he came back from work one day, his rental house was empty, and Kennan was gone, she was taken away, all the furniture was in a wreak, and fallen over, things were torn. Then he had found out happened, she was stolen by a gang, raped, and killed. This drove Gun insane. She was the only thing that made him happy in life but now, dead, and thrown out on the streets like garbage.
He took a few guns with him that night, he wanted revenge. Of course he couldn’t play hero, he couldn’t negotiate this one through. He chose this path, a deeply regrets it to this day. The night she was gone he filled his pockets with extra pistols and stole away a few rifles. He found the gang, and killed every single one he could find or track down, even though a few got away in the end. Then the ally ways of the night were blood covered, the neighbors had their shades closed. And then Gunner had only one thing left to do, that was to kill himself, he raised the gun to his head, but before that moment, before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly flew into a wall.
There before him was a vampire, tall, angry, but not because he killed someone else, but more of because he was going to go the easy way out by killing himself. All that Gunner could remember was a broken rib, and the Vampire saying how he should savor life not destroy it, that he had a perfect life till he turned into a monster killing people, that is what Gunner remember, just as quoted, it changed his view. The unknown vampire slashed Gunner in the stomach as he tried to get away, and then it said.
“If you feel the need to be a monster, then I’ll make you one.”
Gunner never found out why the Vampire was so pissed off, and he just suggested that he maybe killed one of the family members of the vampire… something like that. Since that day, he was a vampire too, as the unknown man had made him like that for his deeds.
The vampire left him in the streets, along with the dead gang members, so when the police came, and the ambulance did also, they thought he was part of the gang, and the only survivor of the deadly shooting they suspected what was from another rivaling gang. They didn’t put too much looking into accusing anyone, because it was always a good thing to have one less gang in the city. Then a few days later, he woke up in the hospital bed, he was healed, except for the scar across his stomach. No humans were in his room, so he made his get away, out the window, and into a quick… well what the newspaper would say ‘disappearance’. About a week later, Gunner thought about killing himself again, but then remembered vaguely what the vampire said and thought different than that. He didn’t deserve to die, or live. Now what would he do? He was still receiving letters, and going around with a pretend smile on his face.
Mother/Father:
Unknown-grew up orphan
Siblings:
Unknown
Offspring:
Other:
Fiancé- Kennan; Dead
† RP example †
Dominic walked out onto the streets leaving it all behind, he looked down at his brown, worn-out shoes. Hopefully that one girl, the one whom he didn’t know the name of had not noticed his departed presence. He just wanted to be alone for a while things were already complicated for Dom, and they didn’t need to be anymore worse. The icy chill of the air hardened his thoughts. The air felt strangely still, there was no one else lurking in the big city, the streets were empty and dark, where you’d think it would be filled wondrously with flashing lights, taxis and limos. But no, it wasn’t like that at all, just empty.
Then besides his own, he heard other footsteps, they were rushing, he heard the slushy snow make a soft spattering. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from, ahead, behind, or aside of him. Then he felt something hit his head, a rock maybe, he looked up, his dark green eyes examining above himself. There were people running on the roof, maybe one, or two, he couldn’t tell. What were thy doing? That was his only strong thoughts. He backed dup against the wall as more pebbles fell, his eyes were still perched up, examining, then he saw a faint glimpse of eyes, and he could hear fait whispering he quietly listened to the conversation……
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Joe or Sully
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