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| User: | the_pretender (154737) |
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| Name: | Daren Shankley | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Character Information Character Name(s): Daren Shankly Nicknames/Aliases: Shank (by a few) Gender: All male, baby ^.^ Race: Energy Demon Character Age: 346 Date of Birth: February 14th, 1662 Date of Death/Turning: N/A He was born this way Physical Description: Height : 6 ft. 1 in. Weight : 154 lbs. Eye Color : Green Hair color: Dark brown Typically seen with a cigar in his hand or between his lips. His dress ranges from casual to high class, depending on his mood and the situation, of course. Distinguishing marks: Scar on his head from a fight with a group of nuns, yes nuns, when he was just a kid. Daren, thinking himself quite invincible, decided he should challenge this myth about demons and churchs (or maybe he was testing whether any of it was true, including him not being human.) He went inside and was immediately sorry. Greatly weakened, he then proceeded to verbally assault the nuns and their God. The scar on his head is the result of that escapade, and a very good lesson in not fucking with nuns. Multiple tattoos, including: Two birds on his gut, "Chacun A Son Gout" (Everybody's got his own taste) on top of chest, LOVE on knuckles of right hand, “All you Need is Love” on small of back, Maori design on left arm, “I Love you Mother” on outside of arms, plus many others. PB: Robbie Williams Birth Location: Limerick, Ireland Personality: Charismatic and devil-may-care. Daren seems to take delight in almost every moment of life. Though at times, that delight is at the expense of another. Lips curled in an almost constant smirk, so that any who meet him wonder what it is he’s up to. His eyes are always laughing and though that should perhaps add to the fear of his potential victims in wondering what he’s up to, instead it gives the overall appearance of trustworthyness. Daen seems fun because he is. He is also generally, genuinely liked by almost all who meet him, though few can decide on why. Perhaps it’s just that fun attitude he seems to wear on his arm. Alongside that constant presence of cheerful recklessness, is the stoic countenance of a man that means business. He loves to be the one to announce the death of a loved one (whom he had just killed or had killed) to one who is suffering. They will share their suffering, offering him hours of glee, and most often they will ingratiate themselves to the demon. Gratitude was a wonderful thing. As was guilt, shame, and a multitude of other human emotions the demon played on without ever letting on that he was doing so. Charismatic, manipulative, opportunistic, bastard. Also charming, affable, jovial, fun. It all depends on who you ask, and when., all of these describe the demon man. Personal Background: Having just arrived on the surface world, Bedelia followed her sinse of fun straight to an Irish city by the name of Limerick. Well, wasn’t that a fancy name? What drew her was the fact that at the time, the city was embroiled in strife, torment, and war that seemed never to end. It was, to her, Hell on Earth, only better. All that suffering, all those sad sad souls… music to her wicked ears. Within weeks of her arrival she realized she’d brought a little one up from hell with her. Little fucker. Whoever the dad was just couldn’t get his claws out of her even after she’d shed that skin and ran away to sunny, breezy Earth. Oh no, some demons just could never be happy, now could they? So of course she planned to suck it out. What did she want with a brat in tow? But an interesting thing happened on the way to the doctor. (Not literallythat be interesting?) She met a dealer in human (and not so human) trafficking. The baby, she realized, a full demon, would fetch a handsome dollar. Far more than any wimp human baby. Perfect. Actually gave her reasons not to drink quite so heavily anymore, or to fight every day. Not that the liquor in this world really did anything for her. The kid though, managed to ruin her perfect plan. He was a demon alright, that was not a question for her, but the fool kid held zero resemblance to one. No horns, no tail, no serpentine tongue. Nothing! Even his eyes were a boring Earthly shade of green. The little brat was sticking it to her already, fresh out of her twat. No physical traits of a demon, just graced with her good looks and his fathers egotistical charm. Yes, she figured out the culprit pretty quickly then. She sold him to the dealers anyway, convinced them he was indeed a demon, took the lesser amount of money, and went about her business. Aside from his hellion antics, there was little to establish the babe as demon however, at least not until that first day he pushed those draconic wings out his back. Fuck those dealers though, if Daren was going to show them! He’d been with them so long he was learning their business, memorizing it, and imagining ways it could all be done better. He had talents alright, but all he kept tightly to himself. Didn’t matter how much they beat him for it. When he became strong enough to beat them back, they stopped that. Eventually those humans died off, and Daren, having reached a certain level of self-reliance, helped them each to their deaths. They’d served their purpose after all, and Daren was ready to move on. Truth was, they’d been weak, horrible so, and were holding him back. Daren of course, inherited the business, not in some formal matter, but more of a “This business is mine now” kind of way. No one argued the matter. He built it into his own, implementing his own ideas and in every way, improving on the failures of his predecessors. Daren was on his way. The very first thing he did, in his twenty first year of life, was to relocate to Dublin. From there he expanded, searching out others from whom he could learn and be better in all he did, to be the success he knew he would be. As his business grew, Daren began to travel and to join in other organizations to learn all they had to teach him. Terrorists in Ireland and mainland Europe where battles and skirmishes were being fought daily… for religious freedom, politics, whatever. Fuck if Daren cared, he just wanted to learn the best and sneakiest ways for humans to hurt each other. After all, all the things he could do, weren’t exactly something he could teach a human. Besides, Daren lived and worked as a human. He learned to fight like a human too. Only dirtier. Terrorists weren’t the only organizations. There were pirates as well, and later crime syndicates in Russia and Sicily. It was in training with them that Daren, known in those circles as “Irish” had also gained a bit of culture. After all, a man in his position deserved a bit of polish. He moved a lot of course. Faked his death a number of times and just, moved on down the road. From city to city, throughout Europe, into The US, Canada, even Argentina and Brazil. He’d stay a few years or decades until he grew bored, or the heat was on a bit too much, or it seemed people might be whispering a bit too much about how “young” he still looked. Currently he’s been in Seattle only about fifteen years, having arrived there after splitting from southern California. As always, he’s got his irons in a few different pots, lots of friends, lots of deals. It’s sweet right now, even if he does feel a little impatient at times. Family: Mother: Bedelia Damodara Father: Unknown Race and Personal Weaknesses: Extreme cold, holy, decapitation, spine/heart trauma. Long legs, tight ass, a well put together female form. Special weakness for a great set of lips (and one with the knowledge of how to use them). His biggest weakness may well be his ego. So well prepared, so good at what he does, Daren’s own belief in his ultimate success may be his biggest downfall. Magical Abilities: Daren’s a charming S.O.B., he has a charisma most would never question. Even if they did they might never guess it to be a supernatural ability. How much of it is magic and how much is simply him is really hard to say. After all, he is supernatural, and he’s been charming the pants off people since almost before he could talk. Bloody charming beast. This is the gift of Persuasion. Fully exerted, Daren can convince those weaker and younger that whatever he suggests is quite simply the most magnificent idea they’ve ever heard. They will practically trip over themselves in eagerness to do his bidding. Another of Daren’s endowments is dominion over another’s inner beast. Often it goes unnoticed, seeming an irritation to the other until their own control over this beast, bloodlust, or demon within slips entirely. Daren calls it dominion but what it actually is is a subtle Manipulation. He never takes complete control of it after all, just manages to tweak it so that their own control slips and they fall prey to their own instinct, their own desire to “lose control”. Skills and Training: Persuasion, Leadership, Negotiation. Blends in with the human world so succesfully that many younger supernaturals often find themselves questioning whether he really is one of them. Almost no humans are ever privy to that full knowledge of him, unless Daren allows it. Many have been killed simply for knowing too much. Knowledge can be a powerful thing. It can also be a dangerous thing. Often surrounded by "muscle" (hitmen), but Daren carries, and is capable of using, a holy and silver loaded 357 Magnum. His training came on the streets and at the heels of other traffickers. From Limerick to Dublin, to Bisacquino (Sicily) to Moscow, to New York Daren learned from the best how to work alongside, above, and below the radar, of “proper society”. Over the years, he honed his people skills, meaning his ability to work people, and also perfected his organizational skills along with all the other skills associated with his trade. Job: “Business Man” (And business is good. ;D) He provides a wide range of goods and services. You want it, he can get it… money lending, bookmaking and gambling, prostitution, drug trafficking, gunrunning, providing murder for hire, “clean up”, people smuggling and trafficking in humans and supernatural. On a broader scale he is also involved in Insider trading, bid rigging, money laundering, and political corruption. That’s his day job however. Put him in a suit and tie and he’s a charming philanthropist with deep pockets and a heart of gold ;). Residence: Condo A10 AIM Name: shamshadows Plot Ties Plot Tie One: Henchmen, large brutish fellows most likely Plot Tie Two: Informants. Daren pays very well for good information Plot Tie Three: Anyone looking for information or in need of anything, or any service, which they’re willing to pay for. Typically someone in dire straits. Daren is nothing if not exceedingly helpful to those in need. He provides what no one else can, or will. For a price, of course. There’s always a price. Plot Tie Four: Dealers and/or buyers. Anyone looking to buy or sell anything (or anyone) on the black market. Characters insanejournal name: [Bad username: “the_pretender”] Your email: desalire(at)gmail(dot)com Your messengers (aim/yahoo/msn): hello halcyon | |||||||||
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