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Character Name: Braedon MaCaddock
Nickname(s): He absolutely LOVES pet names...
Age: He looks 17... actually 157 years old.
Sex: Male
Position: Flexible
Status: He used to work at an animal shelter.

Appearance:



He looks like this and has scars all over his chest and back when his clothes are off from the hospital.


Personality: Braedon doesn't talk too much, but he loves animals. If he sees an animal in pain or anything, he immediately jumps in to help at all costs. People who abuse animals are on his s**t list and will try to make their lives miserable. He tends to act like a cat, considering he is part cat. His only problem is dogs. He is terrified of them. Braedon is also a very, very, VERY sensitive person. If he gets yelled at, he usually bursts into tears.

Likes: Animals are his life.

Dislikes: He dislikes being wet, dogs, getting yelled at, and loud noises.

History: Braedon was born in 1852 in Ireland. Even from birth, he has loved cats and other animals, but was terrified of dogs. He lived with his father for most of his life. His dad didn't know about Braedon's mom's little problem, and when his dad found out, Braedon was taken away, never seeing his mother ever again. His dad was definatly not the nicest of people at first. When Braedon was 10, weird things started happening that Braedon couldn't explain. He was able to see in the dark and he always, ALWAYS landed on his feet when he fell off of things. He became unnaturally flexible and quiet too. His father realized his son took after his mother's bloodline, and his dad didn't react un-violently. Braedon was beat, left for dead, and was left to fend for himself, getting small jobs where ever he could to eat.
When he reached age 29, he realized he wasn't aging at all. It was quite disturbing, and people began to question him as to why he wasn't getting older. He's hid his abilities from people, not wanting to bring attention to himself, but he had to move anyways. He eventually moved to countries all over Europe, hiding from everyone.
Eventually, he moved back to Ireland, demanding answers. He searched libraries and computers and even went to paranormal investigators to find out what he was. The investigators dragged him unwillingly to a special hospital and the doctors found traces of catlike DNA in his system. They kept him in there for years, conducting tests of all sorts. None of them were pleasant. Braedon eventually slipped out and escaped, running for his life. He was tired of getting cut open and beat, getting thrown off of small buildings and a ton of other abusive testings. He ran, the hospital's guards on his tail. He ran into the city and hid in a small crack in between two buildings as the guards passed him. A small piece of paper was in the crack with him, and he picked it up. It had an address on it, but nothing else.
Days later, Braedon couldn't seem to get rid of that piece of paper. He threw it out, burned it, rip it to shreds, but it seemed to always come back, mo matter where he seemed to be hiding. So, he followed the address, leading straight up to the castle.

Additional Information: Braedon is part cat, although he has no ears or tail. His mother and the rest of her bloodline were werecats, but Braedon has a glitch in his system, and he can't transform. This never bothered Bradeon.

Role Plays: Castle RP

Username: Reeshart Kruspe
Character: Donovan Brody
Race: Keise
Age: 26
Occupation: Brigand
Alliance: Loyal only to himself

Nicknames: None
Sex: Male
Position: Very much dominant

Appearance:

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Donovan has long, silver hair that is usually slicked back although a few pieces fall in his face along with his bangs. He has gray skin and wears black leather pants with no shirt along with combat boots covering his feet. He wears a red cape and a belt that holds his daggers. He has earrings in his pointed ears. He is 5'5 and weighs 147 lbs. with a muscular build. He has a short tail, but you never see it due to his cape. He has bright blue eyes that have an arrogant look to them.

Personality: Donovan is pretty much a primitive brute. Here is what he pretty much lives by: He wants. He takes. It's that plain and simple. Although he acts like that, he really is intelligent and complex underneath it all. He tends to be an arrogant, cocky a** when you talk to him. Donovan isn't too social though... he tends to keep a low profile so he doesn't get caught.

Likes: A good fight, when his victims struggle, getting what he wants.

Dislikes: Being trapped, getting caught up in emotional situations, drama..

History: Donovan doesn't ponder on his past too much... that would be because he doesn't remember much. He only remembers the last nine years of his life. He remembers waking up in the middle of a forest that seemed a bit charred, and his body and head was covered in dried blood as if he was hit over the head. There were bodies around him as if there was an explosion. The first thing he thought of was who he was, and what he was doing in the middle of a forest with other people. It was probably the scariest time of his life.

After he got up and traveled around, he realized how barren the land was, and how little there was. The economy was worse than the great depression... the people seemed mean and downright stingy. Slavery was everywhere. After a few years though, he took a warriors trait of adapting to the situation. He did what he could to survive, and found his calling. He was hardened to the world around him, beginning to take what he wanted to survive, and he soon became greedy. He took the name of Donovan Brody from someone he had killed because they struggled too much. It didn't matter where or what he was doing.. if he wanted something, he downright took it. It was survival of the fittest to him, as it still is.

RP: TD