Post by rumor on Sept 23, 2008 20:30:42 GMT -1
Character Name:
William Morgan
Species:
Human, Empath with mild pre-cognitive abilities.
Age, Gender:
34, Male.
Description:
Tall and bulky, Will looks exactly like what he is: a typical Irish lad, made fit and strong from his days hauling hay and lifting crates on the family farm. Standing at roughly six feet and two inches, he is well-built, though his muscles are not well-defined like the men one might see on TV: no, Will's strength is purely natural, born of hard labour.
However, his face is the first hint that he is something more than a thirty-something, wandering Irishman. Shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair frames his lightly scarred face, gashes running across his cheeks and neck, trophies won fighting not-so-benign demons in his service to The Fifth.
When not dressed in battle-gear given to him on his initiation into The Fifth, Will likes to wear casual, unassuming clothes. A raggy shirt and some jeans will do him any day.
Personality:
Will, at first glance, is the typical Irishman: a witty, amiable rogue that people can't help but feel at ease around. He hates tension, and is always the first to try and relieve it with some bad joke. Despite this, he is socially awkward, using his sense of humor to deflect anyone who tries to delve too deeply into his psyche.
His family is the most important thing to him, coming first in everything, even before his duties to the Fifth.
History:
Will lead an unremarkable early life, born on a farm amidst the mountains, in the south of Ireland. His family isolated themselves from the surrounding villages and towns, only venturing outside their land when necessary.
And for good reason. Though Will didn't know it at the time, the family Morgan was well-known in the supernatural world for their strong ties to magic. Almost every generation produced magic-wielders, shape-shifters, or psychics. This made them a prime target for witch-hunters, and those who would use them for their own purposes, and so Will's father -- who had no magical talent and sought only peace -- moved his family back to their native Ireland and rebuilt the ancestral farmhouse, all before Will was born.
Will's days were spent milking the cows, or walking the fields: he was never lonely, as he was the youngest of five children, and the second boy. However, it was this large family that gave Will's father cause for worry. He feared that the magical blood in their veins would produce some ability or another, endangering them. And he was right to fear.
Will's talents were nothing major or destructive. The dreams began whe he was eight or so: he would have nightmares, and they would sometimes come true. It was to be expected: he was a Morgan. Then there was his affinity with animals: he soon learned that this was a result of his empathic abilities: he couldn't communicate with animals exactly, but he could understand what they were feeling, and, in turn, make them trust him.
Though his father feared what might happen if Will cintinued to display these abilities, Will saw them as a gift. It led to constant squabbling between him and his fater, and finally Will could take it no more: he left home at the age of 18, and began his life of wandering.
It wasn't long before the Fifth found him. Morgans had served with them before, and on hearing of his ancestry, Will gladly signed up. They trained him to use his powers, though weak, effectively, and he also learned how to be a soldier. He was sent on various assignments, and he was trusted with more dangerous ones as his competence began to show itself.
It was on a rare return to Ireland that Will met Cassie. He was 22, rasha nd young, and he fell in love instantly. They were married within the year, and he bought a small house in the suburbs for them. He was excused from a number of his duies so that he could enjoy married life, and start a family. William and Cassie Morgan had three children, all girls, and Will was soon contemplating an early retirement from the Fifth.
However, in the course of his duties before he met Cass, he had often met with the dark forces of the supernatural, and his face became known to them. They wanted him dead, and he had been hard pressed to thwart them. He began to fear for his life, and that of his new family, and wished to remove himself from that world completely. But it was not to be. On his return from a trip into the city, he discovered his home to have been razed to the ground, a charred hulk of what it had been. His family were dead, burned alive, and though the police said the fire was from some faulty wiring, Will knew better.
His empath skills led him to the truth. An evil presence had entered his home that night, slaughtered his family, and then burned his house to the ground. With them, Will's soul had died. He revoked his earlier request to retire from the Fifth, and joined their ranks once more. If anything could lead him to the bastards that had done this, it would be the archives in Fifth headquarters.
They stationed him in London, far from his one-time home and his bloody past, and he continued his inestigation there. Only one thought kept him going.
He would have his revenge.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses:
Will is an empath, so he can pick up impressions from those around him. He can sense presences, and he also has mild pre-cognitive abilities that allow him to gaze into the future, though not very far. He rarely understands what he sees.
Will was also given an expert martial training with The Fifth. Though he can use a gun, he was well known in his prime for disdaining such weapons and fighting with an assortment of knives instead.
Despite his skills, he also has a number of weaknesses. He fears fire, and he is a weak swimmer. His recklessness is also a problem: he has been known to go into a rage when fighting, and at that point, logic goes out the window. As a result, he rarely sticks to "the plan" making him difficult to work with.
Family/Ties:
Most of his family is dead, and he rarely speaks with his father. His allegience is to The Fifth.
RP Sample:
Will cursed and threw himself to the side as the thing came at him again.
Fumbling with the barrel of his shotgun, the mechanism jammed and he threw it aside in frantic disgust. No time, he panted to himself, dropping to the grass as his gaze locked on the creature that had just tried to rip his head off.
It's inky black wings, at least 10 feet wide when unfurled to their utmost, blocked out the crescent moon as it swooped down for another pass at him. It's resounding screech pierced the night, and Will knew the sound would be heard for miles. People would come running to the deserted, moonlight park to see him fighting for his life, and he wouldn't say no to a little help right now.
Or, they'll come to find my torn, bloody corpse. Probably half-eaten, knowing my luck.
The air whipped his long, ash-blonde hair into his eyes as the creature's talons passed within inches of his head. Wasting no time, Will jumped to his feet and ran in the opposite direction, fumbling for the handgun at his waste as he did. His grasping hand found fresh air and an empty holster, and he bellowed a curse an image of the 9 millimeter Desert Eagle sprung to mind.
Locked snugly in the glove compartment of his car.
More curses, as he whipped around to face to the screaming beast once more. The rasp of metal and the gleam of silver, and he held to long-knives in each fist.
Looks like I'll have to fight this thing hand-to....claw? Talon? Christ, what is this thing?
Whatever it was, it was ugly. And William Morgan was just too damn pretty to die right now.
Pictures:
Not sure how to do this..........
William Morgan
Species:
Human, Empath with mild pre-cognitive abilities.
Age, Gender:
34, Male.
Description:
Tall and bulky, Will looks exactly like what he is: a typical Irish lad, made fit and strong from his days hauling hay and lifting crates on the family farm. Standing at roughly six feet and two inches, he is well-built, though his muscles are not well-defined like the men one might see on TV: no, Will's strength is purely natural, born of hard labour.
However, his face is the first hint that he is something more than a thirty-something, wandering Irishman. Shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair frames his lightly scarred face, gashes running across his cheeks and neck, trophies won fighting not-so-benign demons in his service to The Fifth.
When not dressed in battle-gear given to him on his initiation into The Fifth, Will likes to wear casual, unassuming clothes. A raggy shirt and some jeans will do him any day.
Personality:
Will, at first glance, is the typical Irishman: a witty, amiable rogue that people can't help but feel at ease around. He hates tension, and is always the first to try and relieve it with some bad joke. Despite this, he is socially awkward, using his sense of humor to deflect anyone who tries to delve too deeply into his psyche.
His family is the most important thing to him, coming first in everything, even before his duties to the Fifth.
History:
Will lead an unremarkable early life, born on a farm amidst the mountains, in the south of Ireland. His family isolated themselves from the surrounding villages and towns, only venturing outside their land when necessary.
And for good reason. Though Will didn't know it at the time, the family Morgan was well-known in the supernatural world for their strong ties to magic. Almost every generation produced magic-wielders, shape-shifters, or psychics. This made them a prime target for witch-hunters, and those who would use them for their own purposes, and so Will's father -- who had no magical talent and sought only peace -- moved his family back to their native Ireland and rebuilt the ancestral farmhouse, all before Will was born.
Will's days were spent milking the cows, or walking the fields: he was never lonely, as he was the youngest of five children, and the second boy. However, it was this large family that gave Will's father cause for worry. He feared that the magical blood in their veins would produce some ability or another, endangering them. And he was right to fear.
Will's talents were nothing major or destructive. The dreams began whe he was eight or so: he would have nightmares, and they would sometimes come true. It was to be expected: he was a Morgan. Then there was his affinity with animals: he soon learned that this was a result of his empathic abilities: he couldn't communicate with animals exactly, but he could understand what they were feeling, and, in turn, make them trust him.
Though his father feared what might happen if Will cintinued to display these abilities, Will saw them as a gift. It led to constant squabbling between him and his fater, and finally Will could take it no more: he left home at the age of 18, and began his life of wandering.
It wasn't long before the Fifth found him. Morgans had served with them before, and on hearing of his ancestry, Will gladly signed up. They trained him to use his powers, though weak, effectively, and he also learned how to be a soldier. He was sent on various assignments, and he was trusted with more dangerous ones as his competence began to show itself.
It was on a rare return to Ireland that Will met Cassie. He was 22, rasha nd young, and he fell in love instantly. They were married within the year, and he bought a small house in the suburbs for them. He was excused from a number of his duies so that he could enjoy married life, and start a family. William and Cassie Morgan had three children, all girls, and Will was soon contemplating an early retirement from the Fifth.
However, in the course of his duties before he met Cass, he had often met with the dark forces of the supernatural, and his face became known to them. They wanted him dead, and he had been hard pressed to thwart them. He began to fear for his life, and that of his new family, and wished to remove himself from that world completely. But it was not to be. On his return from a trip into the city, he discovered his home to have been razed to the ground, a charred hulk of what it had been. His family were dead, burned alive, and though the police said the fire was from some faulty wiring, Will knew better.
His empath skills led him to the truth. An evil presence had entered his home that night, slaughtered his family, and then burned his house to the ground. With them, Will's soul had died. He revoked his earlier request to retire from the Fifth, and joined their ranks once more. If anything could lead him to the bastards that had done this, it would be the archives in Fifth headquarters.
They stationed him in London, far from his one-time home and his bloody past, and he continued his inestigation there. Only one thought kept him going.
He would have his revenge.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses:
Will is an empath, so he can pick up impressions from those around him. He can sense presences, and he also has mild pre-cognitive abilities that allow him to gaze into the future, though not very far. He rarely understands what he sees.
Will was also given an expert martial training with The Fifth. Though he can use a gun, he was well known in his prime for disdaining such weapons and fighting with an assortment of knives instead.
Despite his skills, he also has a number of weaknesses. He fears fire, and he is a weak swimmer. His recklessness is also a problem: he has been known to go into a rage when fighting, and at that point, logic goes out the window. As a result, he rarely sticks to "the plan" making him difficult to work with.
Family/Ties:
Most of his family is dead, and he rarely speaks with his father. His allegience is to The Fifth.
RP Sample:
Will cursed and threw himself to the side as the thing came at him again.
Fumbling with the barrel of his shotgun, the mechanism jammed and he threw it aside in frantic disgust. No time, he panted to himself, dropping to the grass as his gaze locked on the creature that had just tried to rip his head off.
It's inky black wings, at least 10 feet wide when unfurled to their utmost, blocked out the crescent moon as it swooped down for another pass at him. It's resounding screech pierced the night, and Will knew the sound would be heard for miles. People would come running to the deserted, moonlight park to see him fighting for his life, and he wouldn't say no to a little help right now.
Or, they'll come to find my torn, bloody corpse. Probably half-eaten, knowing my luck.
The air whipped his long, ash-blonde hair into his eyes as the creature's talons passed within inches of his head. Wasting no time, Will jumped to his feet and ran in the opposite direction, fumbling for the handgun at his waste as he did. His grasping hand found fresh air and an empty holster, and he bellowed a curse an image of the 9 millimeter Desert Eagle sprung to mind.
Locked snugly in the glove compartment of his car.
More curses, as he whipped around to face to the screaming beast once more. The rasp of metal and the gleam of silver, and he held to long-knives in each fist.
Looks like I'll have to fight this thing hand-to....claw? Talon? Christ, what is this thing?
Whatever it was, it was ugly. And William Morgan was just too damn pretty to die right now.
Pictures:
Not sure how to do this..........