Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2009 23:35:08 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Name: Rogan Liam Stone
Age: 32
Birthdate: April 18
Year in School or occupation : Assassian
Race: Darklighter
Powers: black orbing, touch of death
Affiliation: Evil
DESCRIPTION:
Physical Description: If one were to look up class in the dictionary a picture of Rogan would stare back at them. He takes pride in his appearance and usually is dressed rather dapper in a pair of slacks a button down or sometimes he can bee seen in a suit and tie. Rogan finds many of his supposed collogues apparel as barbaric and rather tasteless. Sure they hunt and kill whitelighters but there is no need to look so archaic in the process. The leather and silver studs make an impression but they also give away one’s intentions. Whitlelighters look fro the dirty leather bound belly crawlers so when they are approached by a man in a three piece suit they are not so guarded. It was really the influence of his mother; she was one of the high class women who claimed nobility in London.
Behind the clothing one would find the man who carried himself with the air of importance. He does not come of as arrogant unless you piss him off; otherwise he carries a more dignified demeanor. The self importance can be seen n his pale blue eyes which at times are deceivingly kind. He s able to lure you into a sense of false security before the rugged good looks turn on you and realize the sandy blond hair is just a part of his costume. It is in the twisted smile and sickening smirk he often wears that give away the touch that will soon bring you to your death.
How did you obtain this power?:Rogan’s father was one of the many darklighters whose job was to further the race. So the man stuck around long enough for the child to be conceived and born and then he disappeared. As a child Rogan knew he different, it wasn’t just because his mother treated him like a prince but he knew there was something else something a little more sinister about him. Rogan went to the best boarding schools and when he was fifteen he encountered his father for the first time. At the time Rogan didn’t know who the man was but out of the blue during his summer vacation a man named Thaddeus approached him and they got to talking. Rogan found it odd the questions the man was asking and quickly went home. Met with his mother’s same odd questions about the man he grew angry and confused.
The events of that night are still a little fuzzy but sitting at home and Rogan’s mother was a little more than interested about the man he claimed to have met in town for some reason this angered him and placing his hand on her she burned from the inside out, he killed her. The man from the town had been waiting for him and soon came in and told Rogan what he was. It was at this time Rogan left his home and went with his father and his grooming started. The process was long but Rogan was a quick learner and with his debonair flair his affinity for the work of an assassin was soon apparent.
Character Image and name:
Daniel Craig
PERSONALITY:
Likes: Bourban, ancient weapons, alone time
Dislikes: clingy things, being told what to do, cheap fabric
Greatest strength: charm
Greatest Weakness: a finely crafted weapon
HOME LIFE:
Family: Thaddeus (father)
Avalon Stone (mother)
various half siblings
History: Before he was born Rogan’s father took off, but from what his mother said Rogan is the spitting image of him. Avalon treated him like a prince. As the only child of a noble woman he was use to getting his way even if he was born out of wedlock. Everyone referred to his father as a jerk, it was interesting to hear the hatred everyone had for the man. It made him wonder if his mother resented the fact he was such a reminder of him. Then again she gave him everything he wanted, probably hoping he wouldn’t leave her as well. Rogan took advantage of this and would threaten to run away and never talk to her again. Even in his devious ploys to get what he wanted he learned how to work his British charm to get what he wanted, be it from family or strangers. When Rogan’s mother died his father came back.
The guilt Rogan feels for his mother death is what empowers him. It was what drove him to his father’s way of life. It was obvious the woman was just a vessel and if the witches of the world were able to protect them she would have lived. Thaddeus sent his son to train in the underworld and he thrived there. He was one of the best in his class and has many kills under his belt, being the boaster that he is he takes a token from each dead whitelighter to hang in his hall of trophies, which is really just the den in his apartment. It is the pride of his collection even the many ancient weapons he has collected in the years pale in comparison. Rogan is a gun for hire, he has no real master aside from himself, he is however rather easy to work with, he tends to get a little trigger happy.
Any Extra Information: Any extra info here.
Password: **** edited by admin
Role Play Sample: The char n his den was old and well worn. The studs were rubbed a lighter shade of gold than the rest of the brass and one of his fingers traced idly around the circular stud. The long nights were starting to wreck havoc on the man and Rogan’s eye started to droop. He was waiting on a phone call but he was just about ready to call it a night. The sun had gone down and Rogan wasn’t sure how long ago he had actually slept. There were a few fifteen minutes here and there he found himself nodding off but there wasn’t real sleep. With a sigh he leaned back and put his feet up on the ottoman kicking off his shoes. They fell to the floor with a thud. They were too soft to sound like bodies but there was still something comforting in it and he smiled. Reaching for the bourbon beside him he took a sip and sighed. This was not how he imagined this would play out and he was more than ready to give his father a piece of his mind.
Thaddeus seemed to think his son would be the proper sort of man he wanted him to be. The problem with his father’s plan had to be the fact he assumed his son had forgiven him for the first part of his life. The phone rang and with a sigh he picked it up and waited for his father to speak. He nodded and then grunted a few yeses and a few noes and then the slammed the phone back in the cradle. Standing up he sighed and slipped the loafers back on. Once again he would have to venture out into the dark. A fence had come through and Rogan had promised his father he would look at the crossbow. To be honest Rogan couldn’t help himself he wanted to see the crossbow himself.
Stepping outside he locked his door. There was no real reason for it, any intruder would be killed the second they stepped in the door. The keys jingled as he made his way down the stairs. Eventually he would purchase a house, and find someone to take to care of it. Chuckling at his domestic falters he made his way to the corner where he was to meet the fence. The poor man had no idea what he was in for, f this proved to be what they wanted the fence would live and start a slave like employment and if not, he would die. Hopefully this man was on top of his game. Rogan flexed his fingers, he wasn’t feeling too generous and the smell of burning flesh always calmed him down.
Name: Rogan Liam Stone
Age: 32
Birthdate: April 18
Year in School or occupation : Assassian
Race: Darklighter
Powers: black orbing, touch of death
Affiliation: Evil
DESCRIPTION:
Physical Description: If one were to look up class in the dictionary a picture of Rogan would stare back at them. He takes pride in his appearance and usually is dressed rather dapper in a pair of slacks a button down or sometimes he can bee seen in a suit and tie. Rogan finds many of his supposed collogues apparel as barbaric and rather tasteless. Sure they hunt and kill whitelighters but there is no need to look so archaic in the process. The leather and silver studs make an impression but they also give away one’s intentions. Whitlelighters look fro the dirty leather bound belly crawlers so when they are approached by a man in a three piece suit they are not so guarded. It was really the influence of his mother; she was one of the high class women who claimed nobility in London.
Behind the clothing one would find the man who carried himself with the air of importance. He does not come of as arrogant unless you piss him off; otherwise he carries a more dignified demeanor. The self importance can be seen n his pale blue eyes which at times are deceivingly kind. He s able to lure you into a sense of false security before the rugged good looks turn on you and realize the sandy blond hair is just a part of his costume. It is in the twisted smile and sickening smirk he often wears that give away the touch that will soon bring you to your death.
How did you obtain this power?:Rogan’s father was one of the many darklighters whose job was to further the race. So the man stuck around long enough for the child to be conceived and born and then he disappeared. As a child Rogan knew he different, it wasn’t just because his mother treated him like a prince but he knew there was something else something a little more sinister about him. Rogan went to the best boarding schools and when he was fifteen he encountered his father for the first time. At the time Rogan didn’t know who the man was but out of the blue during his summer vacation a man named Thaddeus approached him and they got to talking. Rogan found it odd the questions the man was asking and quickly went home. Met with his mother’s same odd questions about the man he grew angry and confused.
The events of that night are still a little fuzzy but sitting at home and Rogan’s mother was a little more than interested about the man he claimed to have met in town for some reason this angered him and placing his hand on her she burned from the inside out, he killed her. The man from the town had been waiting for him and soon came in and told Rogan what he was. It was at this time Rogan left his home and went with his father and his grooming started. The process was long but Rogan was a quick learner and with his debonair flair his affinity for the work of an assassin was soon apparent.
Character Image and name:
Daniel Craig
PERSONALITY:
Likes: Bourban, ancient weapons, alone time
Dislikes: clingy things, being told what to do, cheap fabric
Greatest strength: charm
Greatest Weakness: a finely crafted weapon
HOME LIFE:
Family: Thaddeus (father)
Avalon Stone (mother)
various half siblings
History: Before he was born Rogan’s father took off, but from what his mother said Rogan is the spitting image of him. Avalon treated him like a prince. As the only child of a noble woman he was use to getting his way even if he was born out of wedlock. Everyone referred to his father as a jerk, it was interesting to hear the hatred everyone had for the man. It made him wonder if his mother resented the fact he was such a reminder of him. Then again she gave him everything he wanted, probably hoping he wouldn’t leave her as well. Rogan took advantage of this and would threaten to run away and never talk to her again. Even in his devious ploys to get what he wanted he learned how to work his British charm to get what he wanted, be it from family or strangers. When Rogan’s mother died his father came back.
The guilt Rogan feels for his mother death is what empowers him. It was what drove him to his father’s way of life. It was obvious the woman was just a vessel and if the witches of the world were able to protect them she would have lived. Thaddeus sent his son to train in the underworld and he thrived there. He was one of the best in his class and has many kills under his belt, being the boaster that he is he takes a token from each dead whitelighter to hang in his hall of trophies, which is really just the den in his apartment. It is the pride of his collection even the many ancient weapons he has collected in the years pale in comparison. Rogan is a gun for hire, he has no real master aside from himself, he is however rather easy to work with, he tends to get a little trigger happy.
Any Extra Information: Any extra info here.
Password: **** edited by admin
Role Play Sample: The char n his den was old and well worn. The studs were rubbed a lighter shade of gold than the rest of the brass and one of his fingers traced idly around the circular stud. The long nights were starting to wreck havoc on the man and Rogan’s eye started to droop. He was waiting on a phone call but he was just about ready to call it a night. The sun had gone down and Rogan wasn’t sure how long ago he had actually slept. There were a few fifteen minutes here and there he found himself nodding off but there wasn’t real sleep. With a sigh he leaned back and put his feet up on the ottoman kicking off his shoes. They fell to the floor with a thud. They were too soft to sound like bodies but there was still something comforting in it and he smiled. Reaching for the bourbon beside him he took a sip and sighed. This was not how he imagined this would play out and he was more than ready to give his father a piece of his mind.
Thaddeus seemed to think his son would be the proper sort of man he wanted him to be. The problem with his father’s plan had to be the fact he assumed his son had forgiven him for the first part of his life. The phone rang and with a sigh he picked it up and waited for his father to speak. He nodded and then grunted a few yeses and a few noes and then the slammed the phone back in the cradle. Standing up he sighed and slipped the loafers back on. Once again he would have to venture out into the dark. A fence had come through and Rogan had promised his father he would look at the crossbow. To be honest Rogan couldn’t help himself he wanted to see the crossbow himself.
Stepping outside he locked his door. There was no real reason for it, any intruder would be killed the second they stepped in the door. The keys jingled as he made his way down the stairs. Eventually he would purchase a house, and find someone to take to care of it. Chuckling at his domestic falters he made his way to the corner where he was to meet the fence. The poor man had no idea what he was in for, f this proved to be what they wanted the fence would live and start a slave like employment and if not, he would die. Hopefully this man was on top of his game. Rogan flexed his fingers, he wasn’t feeling too generous and the smell of burning flesh always calmed him down.
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