Post by donavon on Jan 18, 2009 23:22:16 GMT -5
Donavon Patrick McCuin
Y.o.u.r | b.a.s.i.c.s
Full Name: Donavon Patrick McCuin
Nick Name(s): Donny, Donnie, Don, McCuin
Age: 23, 123
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 185 lbs.
Birthday: June 25th, 1886
Birth place: Cork, Ireland
Family: none anymore (see depressing history)
Friends: none but the temporary ones he meets on his travels.
Physical Appearance:
Donavon stands at 5 feet 11 inches of pure muscle. His short brown hair is always a mess, but still remains sexy even if he just rolled out of bed. Donavon's piercing blue eyes and chiseled features make him popular among most women.
Donavon has a perfect boyish smile that makes the girls swoon whenever he flashes it. He wears simple travelling clothes and knows he looks good in anything he wears. Donavon can also be seen wearing a metal cross around his neck that his mother gave to him.
A.b.o.u.t | Y.o.u
School: Corks High School, then Corks University where he graduated with a degree in architecture.
Grade/year: N/A
Personality: Donavon's pretty laid back, but also knows how to have fun and whatnot. He loves working on cars and motorcycles. He was hoping to open up a shop at some point, but gave it up after he was turned. Donavon takes a little time to warm up to people, but once he does is a loyal friend. He is passionate and strong-willed and stubborn when he believes in what he is doing.
Donavon is the type of person who would die for a friend. He is courageous and fierce in battle and his flare for adventure sometimes gets him into trouble. Donavon is confident in his appearance and likes showing off and flirting when there are women around, but would be strictly loyal to someone he was in love with. Donavon works hard at everything he does, especially motorcycles and cars, which are his passion.
Clothing style: Donavan can almost always be found wearing jeans. Light wash, dark wash, black, it doesn’t matter, as long as they are made out of denim. No girls complain, however, because he never wears them too tight or too baggy, they’re always just tight enough to show off his toned body, but loose enough so they don’t cling to his thighs and calves. Plus, they are so versatile. Throw on a sweatshirt, and you’re set. Or a vintage band tee and a suit blazer, and you have a nice look going for you already. Mostly, Donavan can be found in a band tee. He has quite a collection, and they all go with his black high top Chuck Taylors. When he isn’t dressing sexily, Donavan wears jerseys from his favorite rugby teams back in Ireland and a scally cap. Rarely does he look scruffy, and even when he does wear his one pair of sweatpants, the women still swoon.
Likes: Women, partying, adventure, cars, motorcycles, architecture, flirting, sex, money, confidence, sleeping, relaxing, fighting, watching movies, reading books, and fun.
Dislikes: Snakes, wolves, arrogance, fighting with friends, disappointing people, slutty women, being told what to do, failing, and hurting those he loves.
Hobbies: Fixing cars, fixing motorcycles, flirting, and drawing.
Goals: To design great buildings and open his own car/motorcycle shop one day.
Strengths: Confidence, courage, his friends, intelligence, mechanical and architecture skills, fighting ability, and loyalty. (if being super sexy is a strength you can add that to the list too.)
Weaknesses: Beautiful women, drinking, stubbornness, listening to orders, werewolves, self-control of his thirst.
O.t.h.e.r. | L.i.f.e
Species: Nomadic Vampire
If Vampire, date of change: October 16, 1909
Bio/History:
Donavon Patrick McCuin was born on June 25th, 1886 in Cork, Ireland to Scotty and Rachel McCuin. He was an only child for five years and was always adventurous as a boy. When his brother, Christian was born, it was both a blessing and a curse. Their mother, Rachel died giving birth to him, only naming him Christian Michael McCuin before passing on.
Donavon missed his mother terribly, but their father raised them both and Donavon and Christian were closer than most brothers were as they grew up. At the age of seventeen, Donavon worked as a mechanic in a shop to help his family, and had graduated high school. On the anniversary of their mother's death that year, Scotty McCuin took his own life with a gun. Donavon found him sitting in the living room on the couch, with a glass of scotch in one hand, the gun in the other, and a still lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Life after that was very different. Donavon was left with his twelve-year-old brother, Christian to raise on his own and the small amount of possessions their father left to them. He became severely depressed working day in and day out to provide for his brother and give him a proper education. Donavon turned to drugs for relief. He began spending more of his paycheck on the meth than on Christian and one day a year later Christian confronted him about it and had to punch Donavon before he really took in what his brother was saying.
Donavon checked himself into rehab for his addiction and a few months later was released. He was able to get Christian back into his custody and worked even harder at the same shop he had before, trying to get as many shifts as possible. Soon enough, Christian was fourteen and Donavon nineteen and both brothers worked. This allowed them to remain together and strengthen their bond, and provide more money for the both of them.
Donavon enrolled in the local University and graduated three years later with a degree in architecture just as his brother graduated high school. Donavon had never shown Christian around the pubs until that moment. After the ceremony Donavon took his brother partying around town. They both got piss drunk and stumbled out the place around four in the morning. That night would change their lives forever.
The vampire that was waiting for them both simply killed Christian before he sank his fangs into Donavon's neck. Fire erupted in his veins and seemed to stretch on for eternity. Black and white spots danced before his vision as his body pulsed with the poison. The pain wouldn't end and he begged for death. It would have been preferable to what he was experiencing then. After what seemed like several lifetimes of waiting in pain, it slowly got better. Not quickly, but he could feel the change.
Donavon had never felt so alive in his entire life when he awoke from the darkness. He felt the raw power and the insatiable thirst burning in his throat. Donavon returned to the pub and drained every human there, but he wanted more. He knew nobody could stop him and he continued to slaughter and drain innocents. Many years passed before he gained some sense of control and Donavon fled Ireland when he realized he had nothing left there.
Donavon set off to Britain where he continued feeding and living off of the human population. It was 1941 when he started following the British military, keeping hidden in ruined building and catching up with them at night. It didn't take him long to acquire a dead soldiers uniform so he wouldn't look suspicious. Donavon figured he would be able to feed well off of the bodies and maybe watch the humans get rid of Hitler's evil in the process. He had realized over the years a growing sense of self-control and the fact that he did believe some humans deserved to die.
The war was brutal and he would have died several times over if he hadn't been a vampire. Donavon used that fact to become the best fighter he could. He found other vampires and had been trained in armed and hand to hand combat by them, each one teaching him something new. Donavon kept moving through Britain onto a ship as the war waged on. His travels took him to France.
Finally the fighting stopped after four years as the British continued pushing eastward. News spread around the world that Hitler had committed suicide and the Americans had successfully conquered Germany. There were parties and joy resonated as the Nazi regime was taken down. Donavon split away from following the military and moved south from France to Spain.
Donavon renounced fighting after the things he had seen over the past few years. He never wanted to see that kind of brutality ever again. In Spain, he only took wanted criminals as his sustenance. Donavon felt like he could serve some kind of justice that way. World War II had changed his perspective on life.
Donavon enjoyed a few years in Spain, but decided he wanted to see what the east was like now that the war was over. It was 1951 when he made his way to Italy. Donavon had heard from the few vampires he had encountered about the Volturi. One night about five years later Donavon was in Roncola.
He had changed in that time, only feeding off of criminals or homeless people that nobody would miss. As he was feeding off a robber he had caught, Donavon realized that Volterra wasn't that far from where he was. He dropped the human and leaped to the rooftops to get back to his motorcycle. He drove through the rest of the night until he reached Volterra. Donavon cut off the engine and stepped inside to where a human woman was sitting. Once he explained he wanted to see Aro, he was led down a series of maze-like hallways.
Finally Donavon was brought in front of an old vampire and he could tell that the others in the room surrounding him were vampires as well. He had never seen this many of his kind together in one place. Donavon realized then that this had to be the Volturi guard. Donavon rose to his feet and the vampire that was clearly the leader stepped forward to him, offering a hand. He didn't want to be rude so Donavon took his hand and felt something being drained from him immediately.
The old vampire let go and said, "My name is Aro. Welcome to Volterra, Donavon. I heard about your exploits across Europe during the war. A fighter like you could prove useful to us. Our organization is quite hospitable and we could train you to become an even better killer than you are now. You would do well here with the Guard."
Donavon didn't trust any of the group there. They stood as though ready to attack and he got a bad feeling of danger here. He smiled apologetically and said, "I don't take much ta bein forced teh stay anywhere or in joining yer little club here. If yeh don't mind I'll be takin me leave now. Goin ta head east and see the world as it happens." The little girl behind Aro glared daggers at Donavon and some of the others looked ready to kill him until Aro shook his head slightly.
Donavon was excused by Aro from a nod of his head and one of the other vampires there led him through a series of maze-like hallways until they emerged out into darkness. He ran as hard and fast as he could away from the Volturi, continuing running until he was safely out of Italy, only stopping occasionally to feed. Donavon ran for days until he reached the center of China.
China was like no place Donavon had ever experienced. There was more people packed into the country than he had ever seen anywhere else and none were missed when taken. It was so easy to live and only come out at night. There were always people around at night and Donavon enjoyed the atmosphere there. He didn't imagine ever needing to leave. Donavon decided to stay for awhile, even building a makeshift "base" on top of a building that he could only reach by jumping. Donavon began stealing motor cycle parts at and constructing it during the day. He figured it would be more fun than running and hadn't picked up a part in years.
Donavon finished his little project after a few days, leaving only to feed at night or get another part he needed. When he was finished that night, Donavon picked up the bike and jumped down to the ground with it. Swinging his leg over the seat, Donavon pressed the ignition button and the black motorcycle roared to life. The Irish vampire rode out into the streets with a smile on his face.
Donavon continued his lifestyle that way until 1996, avoiding contact with humans unless it was to feed or steal new motorcycle parts or money from them. The world around him changed as he remained the same, except for his greatly improved self-control. Now he could go for a day or so without feeding. Donavon always read about world events in the discarded newspapers at night. He had to keep moving around China at night and abandon his "base" since the humans were developing better buildings and technology. Donavon had to be even more careful and diligent than ever before.
Donavon began to feel uneasy in China and decided it was time to head out of the country and continue his path east to Japan. He fed well that night to ensure he wouldn't kill anyone on the boat and arouse suspicion on the way there. Donavon payed a small vessel to take him and his motorcycle to the island of Japan. When they arrived in the little port a few hours before sunrise, Donavon sped off on his motorcycle to find sustenance and a hiding place.
It didn't take long for him to settle into Japan and all the things it offered. Donavon stole a little money the next night and some new parts for his motorcycle, tossing away the old ones. After that life was much like it was in China except he was able to keep himself in the presence of humans for much longer than before. Donavon began working on his control, stalking his prey before hunting it now.
Japan did offer something new for him though after a few years including the new millenium. Donavon noticed humans communicating with phones they called cell phones and he decided to get himself one for fun in case he met any other vampires with them on his travels. Donavon bought the new phone in 2000. He only had one number in it by the time 2002 rolled around. Donavon had improved his control even more in those two short years and he decided it was time to leave Japan.
Donavon had heard about America for a long time everywhere he went and was excited to go explore the States for himself. He paid for a ticket on a large ship that left at night and set off towards the United States. Donavon would stay in his room until it got dark, then feed off someone when it was safe. He disliked killing innocents so he made sure they people were old for a human. Several days of traveling like this brought Donavon to his first step on American soil in California with only a small bag filled with tools and clothes.
Donavon began traveling around at night on his motorcycle, acquiring the American money he would need from the humans there and then using them for food. He found a motorcycle shop there and picked out the best new parts for his motorcycle and modifying it once again. Donavon continues northward now, heading towards Washington. He decided to make a loop around the country starting there after looking at a map. America was definitely different for him, but Donavon continues traveling and learning more as he goes along. Only god knows what awaits him now that he's in the U.S.
[/center]Donavon missed his mother terribly, but their father raised them both and Donavon and Christian were closer than most brothers were as they grew up. At the age of seventeen, Donavon worked as a mechanic in a shop to help his family, and had graduated high school. On the anniversary of their mother's death that year, Scotty McCuin took his own life with a gun. Donavon found him sitting in the living room on the couch, with a glass of scotch in one hand, the gun in the other, and a still lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Life after that was very different. Donavon was left with his twelve-year-old brother, Christian to raise on his own and the small amount of possessions their father left to them. He became severely depressed working day in and day out to provide for his brother and give him a proper education. Donavon turned to drugs for relief. He began spending more of his paycheck on the meth than on Christian and one day a year later Christian confronted him about it and had to punch Donavon before he really took in what his brother was saying.
Donavon checked himself into rehab for his addiction and a few months later was released. He was able to get Christian back into his custody and worked even harder at the same shop he had before, trying to get as many shifts as possible. Soon enough, Christian was fourteen and Donavon nineteen and both brothers worked. This allowed them to remain together and strengthen their bond, and provide more money for the both of them.
Donavon enrolled in the local University and graduated three years later with a degree in architecture just as his brother graduated high school. Donavon had never shown Christian around the pubs until that moment. After the ceremony Donavon took his brother partying around town. They both got piss drunk and stumbled out the place around four in the morning. That night would change their lives forever.
The vampire that was waiting for them both simply killed Christian before he sank his fangs into Donavon's neck. Fire erupted in his veins and seemed to stretch on for eternity. Black and white spots danced before his vision as his body pulsed with the poison. The pain wouldn't end and he begged for death. It would have been preferable to what he was experiencing then. After what seemed like several lifetimes of waiting in pain, it slowly got better. Not quickly, but he could feel the change.
Donavon had never felt so alive in his entire life when he awoke from the darkness. He felt the raw power and the insatiable thirst burning in his throat. Donavon returned to the pub and drained every human there, but he wanted more. He knew nobody could stop him and he continued to slaughter and drain innocents. Many years passed before he gained some sense of control and Donavon fled Ireland when he realized he had nothing left there.
Donavon set off to Britain where he continued feeding and living off of the human population. It was 1941 when he started following the British military, keeping hidden in ruined building and catching up with them at night. It didn't take him long to acquire a dead soldiers uniform so he wouldn't look suspicious. Donavon figured he would be able to feed well off of the bodies and maybe watch the humans get rid of Hitler's evil in the process. He had realized over the years a growing sense of self-control and the fact that he did believe some humans deserved to die.
The war was brutal and he would have died several times over if he hadn't been a vampire. Donavon used that fact to become the best fighter he could. He found other vampires and had been trained in armed and hand to hand combat by them, each one teaching him something new. Donavon kept moving through Britain onto a ship as the war waged on. His travels took him to France.
Finally the fighting stopped after four years as the British continued pushing eastward. News spread around the world that Hitler had committed suicide and the Americans had successfully conquered Germany. There were parties and joy resonated as the Nazi regime was taken down. Donavon split away from following the military and moved south from France to Spain.
Donavon renounced fighting after the things he had seen over the past few years. He never wanted to see that kind of brutality ever again. In Spain, he only took wanted criminals as his sustenance. Donavon felt like he could serve some kind of justice that way. World War II had changed his perspective on life.
Donavon enjoyed a few years in Spain, but decided he wanted to see what the east was like now that the war was over. It was 1951 when he made his way to Italy. Donavon had heard from the few vampires he had encountered about the Volturi. One night about five years later Donavon was in Roncola.
He had changed in that time, only feeding off of criminals or homeless people that nobody would miss. As he was feeding off a robber he had caught, Donavon realized that Volterra wasn't that far from where he was. He dropped the human and leaped to the rooftops to get back to his motorcycle. He drove through the rest of the night until he reached Volterra. Donavon cut off the engine and stepped inside to where a human woman was sitting. Once he explained he wanted to see Aro, he was led down a series of maze-like hallways.
Finally Donavon was brought in front of an old vampire and he could tell that the others in the room surrounding him were vampires as well. He had never seen this many of his kind together in one place. Donavon realized then that this had to be the Volturi guard. Donavon rose to his feet and the vampire that was clearly the leader stepped forward to him, offering a hand. He didn't want to be rude so Donavon took his hand and felt something being drained from him immediately.
The old vampire let go and said, "My name is Aro. Welcome to Volterra, Donavon. I heard about your exploits across Europe during the war. A fighter like you could prove useful to us. Our organization is quite hospitable and we could train you to become an even better killer than you are now. You would do well here with the Guard."
Donavon didn't trust any of the group there. They stood as though ready to attack and he got a bad feeling of danger here. He smiled apologetically and said, "I don't take much ta bein forced teh stay anywhere or in joining yer little club here. If yeh don't mind I'll be takin me leave now. Goin ta head east and see the world as it happens." The little girl behind Aro glared daggers at Donavon and some of the others looked ready to kill him until Aro shook his head slightly.
Donavon was excused by Aro from a nod of his head and one of the other vampires there led him through a series of maze-like hallways until they emerged out into darkness. He ran as hard and fast as he could away from the Volturi, continuing running until he was safely out of Italy, only stopping occasionally to feed. Donavon ran for days until he reached the center of China.
China was like no place Donavon had ever experienced. There was more people packed into the country than he had ever seen anywhere else and none were missed when taken. It was so easy to live and only come out at night. There were always people around at night and Donavon enjoyed the atmosphere there. He didn't imagine ever needing to leave. Donavon decided to stay for awhile, even building a makeshift "base" on top of a building that he could only reach by jumping. Donavon began stealing motor cycle parts at and constructing it during the day. He figured it would be more fun than running and hadn't picked up a part in years.
Donavon finished his little project after a few days, leaving only to feed at night or get another part he needed. When he was finished that night, Donavon picked up the bike and jumped down to the ground with it. Swinging his leg over the seat, Donavon pressed the ignition button and the black motorcycle roared to life. The Irish vampire rode out into the streets with a smile on his face.
Donavon continued his lifestyle that way until 1996, avoiding contact with humans unless it was to feed or steal new motorcycle parts or money from them. The world around him changed as he remained the same, except for his greatly improved self-control. Now he could go for a day or so without feeding. Donavon always read about world events in the discarded newspapers at night. He had to keep moving around China at night and abandon his "base" since the humans were developing better buildings and technology. Donavon had to be even more careful and diligent than ever before.
Donavon began to feel uneasy in China and decided it was time to head out of the country and continue his path east to Japan. He fed well that night to ensure he wouldn't kill anyone on the boat and arouse suspicion on the way there. Donavon payed a small vessel to take him and his motorcycle to the island of Japan. When they arrived in the little port a few hours before sunrise, Donavon sped off on his motorcycle to find sustenance and a hiding place.
It didn't take long for him to settle into Japan and all the things it offered. Donavon stole a little money the next night and some new parts for his motorcycle, tossing away the old ones. After that life was much like it was in China except he was able to keep himself in the presence of humans for much longer than before. Donavon began working on his control, stalking his prey before hunting it now.
Japan did offer something new for him though after a few years including the new millenium. Donavon noticed humans communicating with phones they called cell phones and he decided to get himself one for fun in case he met any other vampires with them on his travels. Donavon bought the new phone in 2000. He only had one number in it by the time 2002 rolled around. Donavon had improved his control even more in those two short years and he decided it was time to leave Japan.
Donavon had heard about America for a long time everywhere he went and was excited to go explore the States for himself. He paid for a ticket on a large ship that left at night and set off towards the United States. Donavon would stay in his room until it got dark, then feed off someone when it was safe. He disliked killing innocents so he made sure they people were old for a human. Several days of traveling like this brought Donavon to his first step on American soil in California with only a small bag filled with tools and clothes.
Donavon began traveling around at night on his motorcycle, acquiring the American money he would need from the humans there and then using them for food. He found a motorcycle shop there and picked out the best new parts for his motorcycle and modifying it once again. Donavon continues northward now, heading towards Washington. He decided to make a loop around the country starting there after looking at a map. America was definitely different for him, but Donavon continues traveling and learning more as he goes along. Only god knows what awaits him now that he's in the U.S.
RP example:
[/center]Charles and Heidi had continued their little dance of power since that first meeting and he had to admit that she was incredible in bed, but a bitch outside of it. It seemed like once the two of them left the bedroom a switch went off and there was nothing going on between them. The process continued though because neither of them could really stay away from the other for very long.
The physical attraction was too strong and even if they denied it when around other people, they both knew how good the sex was. It had been over a month of their "relationship" and even though they both slept with other people, Charles had to admit there was a very small twinge of jealousy when he heard about her being with other men.
There was a big problem today though. For the first time in his entire life, Charles Force felt guilty about something. He was on his way to Heidi's room now after a panting servant had come in with a note telling him that Heidi was on a rampage and destroying people and possessions alike. Charles knew it was because he had slept with someone else and although she wouldn't admit it, he knew she was jealous.
Charles wasn't sure exactly what he should say since he had never felt guilty like this, and the fact that she was jealous over him made him realize that he was feeling...something towards the red head. Although he would never tell anyone, he cared that she was concerned with what he did and that it was hurting her. Charles arrived to a scene of people running about and blood covering the walls of Heidi's room.
There were bodies on the floor and her room was a mess. Charles would never let her know that he came here because he cared. In fact he was going to treat it like she was just throwing a tantrum and being ridiculous. After all, he was still Charles Force and would still act the same, even if he felt differently now. He pushed past a few of the people and said to them, "If you value your lives, you'll all get out now."
Charles watched them flee and then looked at Heidi. She looked just as beautiful as ever and Charles smirked before saying, "Throwing a fit like this is very unbecoming of you, Heidi. I don't even understand why you're so angry about it. It's not like you haven't been with other people too. Why don't you calm down and we'll talk about it?"