Post by Talon O'Bannon on Nov 3, 2009 8:00:59 GMT -7
Talon
[/font] Patrick[/font] O’Bannon[/SIZE][/i][/font]
Trapped between this life
and the light
i just cant figure out
how to make it right
A thousand times before
I've wondered if theres something more
something more
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You know the one thing you're fighting to hold[/font][/SIZE]
(your details)
so hello there the name's Gin and i have been rocking it on this earth for twenty nine years.
i have been running with the vampires for two years you might also
know me as Talon.
and this is one of my master pieces:
The roar of the motorcycle as it whizzed down the old road was all that could be heard of the vampire. The cold night air was his security blanket, aiding him in calming after the skirmish with his family. The street lights seemed to just disappear as he increased the speed letting the adrenaline of the ride course through him. The streets were abandoned by their citizens who smartly figured on ‘their kind’ being out and about tonight. Most who were aware of the slightly odd behavior of their neighbors decided to stay a good distance at night.
Talon was frustrated tonight from the usual argument he had with his elder family members. He hit the gas and increased the speed, his anger fueling the bike as much as the gas. They wanted him to mate with this little tart from Wales. She was a Pureblood and very rich but that was never what he had wanted for himself. His grandfather, Henry Collins, had spoke of his mate with such a reverence. ‘The other part of my soul’ he called her. She had died during an uprising in Scotland before Talon had been born but the older vampire would tell him stories about her.
He parked the black Harley at the park, leaning back as he undid the snaps for his helmet. Talon wore his vintage 1965 leather jacket, a white wife beater and his jeans. He considered his preferred style as casual. Most of the girls here had labeled him a rebel. He rolled his eyes at the thought. Fan girls were the bane of his existence. Any male likes the attention of females but it could get dangerous when he hadn’t fed and telling them outright, ‘Hey, you might want to keep some distance between us. I’m a vamp and I’m hungry. Don’t want to kill ya.’ That would go over real well.
Talon stuck the helmet on the bike and swung his long legs as he got off. The park had a few humans roaming about, hand in hand with another of their kind. This place was also a favorite hunting ground for some of the lower class vampires of Middwood. He found it trashy and completely sloppy to hunt this close to your home. He always went about to the next few towns to hunt or took from the donated blood he was able to charm from the local bank in town. It wasn't hard to do with his abilites and it was necessary. Leaving dead bodies around would attract attention he didn’t need or want.
He strolled down to the lake where he sat at the bench. It was a spot that his mother used to like to take him to when she was still around. Marlena O’Bannon had disappeared forty years ago after a hellish argument involving another aristocrat. His father had been in a rage but Talon never saw or heard exactly what happened after a given point. He still missed the woman. Talon had few allies within his own family but his mother and grandfather were it. They had loved him dearly and now one was gone. Henry did his best to be there for him but it wasn’t the same. Something in him felt incomplete without her around.
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Will be the one thing you've got to let go[/font][/SIZE]
(the character)[/center]
full name: Talon Patrick O'Bannon
age: 375
height: 6 feet
weight: 187 pounds
eye color: dark brown
hair color: dark brown
date of birth: September 13, 1634
hometown: Edinsburgh, Scotland
species: vampire
ability: illusions, mental abilties, charm – the ability to use a tone in his voice to manipulate anyone
diet: carnivore
blood status: Level A
playby: Ben Barnes
password [must read the rules]: ****edited by admin, thanks for reading the rules
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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned
[/font][/SIZE](the quirks)[/center]
likes & dislikes:
Likes:
- motorcycles
- pool
- music
- practical jokes
- muscle cars
Dislikes:
- liars
- being feared
- snobs
- political crap
- the color green (long story)
strengths & weaknesses:
Strengths:
- clever
- intelligent
- powerful
- resourceful
- compassionate
- artistic
Weaknesses::
- smart ass
- bad temper
- has a foul mouth when riled
- a little too flirty at times
- loves to piss off people he doesn't like
personality:
Talon looks like a typical lay about which is the exact opposite of who he is. Unlike some of the pureblood and aristocratic members of his race, he likes to work with his hands. He finds something fulfilling in looking at the finished product, knowing that he did it all on his own. He sees that the simple things are all that is needed for a happy life. Despite being a carnivore, Talon doesn’t enjoy killing. If he does hunt, he usually chooses someone like a local crook or drug dealer or he uses donated blood he gets from the blood bank which is under his family's control. He has a high value on life of all kind. Since biting is now considered taboo, Talon uses an antique bowie knife that is kept razor sharp as to be humane to whomever he uses it on.
He does have his faults. Talon’s smart mouth has landed him in more than a few fights in the last century. Sometimes he just can’t help but antagonize those rich stuck up dandies that his family chooses to associate with. He also loves to flirt and can usually charm his way into any lady’s room if given the chance. He does enjoy the occasional dalliance but is looking for something more as well. Money and status mean little to him which is why he has refused the last few attempts made by his family to arrange a marriage for him.
Talon is curious about other creatures like witches and werewolves which are frowned upon. He has formed a few friendships with humans and refuses to give them up. He is not one to conform to anyone’s expectations but is a good man despite all that. Talon can be trusted in a tight spot and has a soft spot for children, no matter where they come from.
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You're gonna die to try what can't be done
[/font][/SIZE](the history)[/center]
mother: Marlena O’Bannon
father: Neil O’Bannon
siblings: Cierra O'Bannon, Davis O'Bannon - Twins
other family: Henry Collins - grandfather, Markus Collins - Uncle, Neri Collins - Cousin
the history:
The family of vampire rejoiced the day Talon was born in 1634. He was the product of an arranged marriage between Marlena Collins and Neil O’Bannon. Their two families hoped to produce a powerful vampire that may one day lead their people. Both Neil and Marlena showed unusual talents at an early age so that was how the match was made. Neil had exceptional mental abilities which included the ability to do manipulate other minds. Marlena had the ability to charm people with her voice, especially humans, like a siren beckoning to the sailor at seas luring them to their doom.
Talon was exceptionally intelligent from an early age but gravitate towards his mother and her father. Neil was a harsh male who had to control everything. As Talon grew, he drilled in what was to be expected of his son. Talon was schooled in manners, hunting and everything Neil thought was necessary. His son on the other hand, began to slowly hate his father with a passion. Marlena stood by, not able to do anything with a threat hanging over her head that no one knew about.
At the age of 125 years old, Talon was well versed in how to be a gentleman, how to hunt, how to fight and how to seduce. He chose to rebel against most of what he was taught. His grandfather took a vested interest in the boy that Neil could do nothing about. Henry was higher up in the food chain and could crush the male with the supporters he had. That gradually changed with time as Neil gained more power and their family migrated to America in the late 1700s.
There was an incident involving a human female who was the daughter of duke. Talon had spent most of the night, dancing with the young girl. She had the most amazing eyes that had captivated him. Her name was Saya Illroy. The duo had talked at the Fall charity ball at her father’s estate where Talon was supposed to be inquiring about possible humans that were planning on raiding their house. Back then people were more suspicious of what was different and would be more likely to act on those suspicions so their kind had to be careful.
Talon did investigate the possibility but found that his father’s fears were unfounded. Later that night, he found Neil with Saya’s dead body in his arms, her neck practically ripped open. Something in Talon broke that night, seeing that vibrant female suddenly pale and lifeless. His hate for his father became deep rooted and that day he swore to find a way to get rid of him. It has been over two hundred years since that incident but the wound form it still festers in him.
