Post by cormac on Feb 3, 2009 10:58:51 GMT -6
Human Application
Name: Cormac Ab Morgan
Nicknames:
Age: 60
Birthplace and current residency: Born in Wales, currently visiting America
Family:Ffion Morgan (wife, age 57)
Dylan Morgan (son, deceased; killed at 28)
Rhianwen Morgan (daughter, deceased; killed at 26)
Arianna Morgan (daughter)
Avatar(the celeb that represents you):Sean Connery
Looks and Attire(picture optional):Cormac is a man of large stature, standing slightly over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a semi-muscular build. His face is deeply lined with wrinkles, and there's a couple scars visible on his face. (There's a virtual criscrossing of scars on his chest.) His hands are thick and calloused, from crafting his own ammunition and repairing his equipment. He has receding silver-gray hair that hangs to his shoulders. Normally, he keeps it loose, but if he's wary of combat occuring, he will have a small braid somewhere in it, with a small protection charm attached.
He is normally dressed in rugged jeans, and a coarse flannel shirt, as well as a multipocketed, dark brown duster, which seems as weathered as he does. On his feet, he wears knee-high doeskin boots, reinforced with iron plating on the inside. If for some unknown reason, he'd ever have occasion to dress more formally, he looks freakishly uncomfortable, and the clothing doesn't appear to fit quite right.
Personality: Cormac is a man of few words, unless he's around family or close friends, and even then is fairly quiet, unless he's trading combat stories. He's a simple man in terms of what he wants and what he needs, some would call him blunt, rarely sugar coating his opinions on anything. He's not a stupid man, though. He's very world-wise, and surprisingly well spoken, assuming people listen. He values honor above everything else, and will do nothing he finds to be dishonorable, unless he has no other choice. He's distant with most people, and hard to read, but once he's taken a shine to someone, he'll defend them to his last breath.
Likes:The thrill of the hunt, and the warmth of a drink afterwards. (Whiskey, in particular.) As quiet as he is, he actually enjoys being in a small social groups, even if all he's doing is listening. He also likes to smoke, chewing on a cigar if combat is a potential, (unlit, if he's stalking someone/somthing).. smoking a pipe in the calmer evenings and mornings. (A special blend of native Welsh herbs and tobacco.)
Dislikes:Feeling the effects of his age. He's lost a step or two, and he's nowhere near as strong as he once was. He dislikes excess flash and glamour, thinking it makes a warrior soft. He dislikes "unnatural" things, but this doesn't apply universally to vampires and werewolves. He particularly dislikes any dogmatic view, such as the way slayers view vampires, werewolves traditionally view vampires, and the way vampires traditionally view werewolves. He doesn't have the problem with the way that vampires view slayers, though, as he feels their view is rather justified, since many times the slayers are the aggressor.
History(at least 250 words): Cormac ab Morgan was born in a tight-knit and small community in rural Wales, of roughly 75 people. The size of the community was not a coincidence, for they were bound together by more than convenience and the need for company. They were more a tribe (even thinking of themselves as such), each one sworn to protect one another and provide for one another against the encroaching outside world, as well as the threats from man and beast alike. This also allowed the families to pass down traditions that were slowly dying in the outside world, such as pride in a family name, and faith in the Old Gods and Goddesses.
Cormac grew up strong in the community, quickly showing an aptitude for the hunt, and the thrill of the chase. However, at 16, he left his community, sure there was something more out there in the world than what his tribe could offer. After making money as a coal miner on the outskirts of Clydach Vale, he set out on a meandering journey across England, before wandering bits of America, having adventure and making a friend here and there, but finding little that satisfied him as much as home. At 19, he returned to his tribe, homesick and world-weary, wanting nothing more than to be accepted back.
The tribe had ached for him as much as he had ached for them, and he was welcomed back in with open arms, and only a slight bit of ribbing, particularly by a young woman named Ffion, who was now 16. In less than two year's time, they were married.
Now back where he was wanted, needed, and loved, Cormac quickly began to show even more skill at the hunt and the chase, gaining more accolades and esteem within the tribe. Despite his youth, he was appointed as the leader of the hunt at 28, given charge over all of the other men of the tribe. While this was unusual, noone questioned the wisdom of the circle of druids that
governed the tribe's spiritual growth and direction.
He went on to have three children, who along with their cousins, found the outside world too tempting. Unable to stop their wanderlust, he helplessly watched as they broke away, leaving to find their fortunes, just as he had. The circle of druids warned him that their journey did not auger well, and a few years later, he received notice that things had gone quite poorly for them one night, but that Arianna had survived. He and his wife, as well as the rest of the tribe held a vigil every night for 28 days, waiting for her to return, but she didn't. With the loss of the last line, and Aria nowhere to be found, the prospect of the tribe continuing was low, as the remainder of the tribe were past the prime childbearing years.
He was 50 then, and while he and his wife both privately hoped and prayed to their gods and goddesses to return her to them, publicly he could no longer allow the tribe to mourn and wait. At 52, his prayers stayed within his home. His only solace the hunt, and his tribes numbers waning with each passing winter.
When his wife had a heart attack, his world further collapsed, and while she made a recovery, she was frail, and he was sure her time was drawing to a close. Cormac made a vow to the Gods that his only child would return to the tribe and to her home, if it took him to his dying breath. His wife deserved no less than to see her daughter's face once more before she passed away. Bidding farewell to the woman he loved for over 40 years, he flew to America, ready to do what he'd sworn.
Sample/Past Roleplay:---I'm Donovan---do I need another sample roleplay?
Rules Word:Rose Red
Name: Cormac Ab Morgan
Nicknames:
Age: 60
Birthplace and current residency: Born in Wales, currently visiting America
Family:Ffion Morgan (wife, age 57)
Dylan Morgan (son, deceased; killed at 28)
Rhianwen Morgan (daughter, deceased; killed at 26)
Arianna Morgan (daughter)
Avatar(the celeb that represents you):Sean Connery
Looks and Attire(picture optional):Cormac is a man of large stature, standing slightly over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a semi-muscular build. His face is deeply lined with wrinkles, and there's a couple scars visible on his face. (There's a virtual criscrossing of scars on his chest.) His hands are thick and calloused, from crafting his own ammunition and repairing his equipment. He has receding silver-gray hair that hangs to his shoulders. Normally, he keeps it loose, but if he's wary of combat occuring, he will have a small braid somewhere in it, with a small protection charm attached.
He is normally dressed in rugged jeans, and a coarse flannel shirt, as well as a multipocketed, dark brown duster, which seems as weathered as he does. On his feet, he wears knee-high doeskin boots, reinforced with iron plating on the inside. If for some unknown reason, he'd ever have occasion to dress more formally, he looks freakishly uncomfortable, and the clothing doesn't appear to fit quite right.
Personality: Cormac is a man of few words, unless he's around family or close friends, and even then is fairly quiet, unless he's trading combat stories. He's a simple man in terms of what he wants and what he needs, some would call him blunt, rarely sugar coating his opinions on anything. He's not a stupid man, though. He's very world-wise, and surprisingly well spoken, assuming people listen. He values honor above everything else, and will do nothing he finds to be dishonorable, unless he has no other choice. He's distant with most people, and hard to read, but once he's taken a shine to someone, he'll defend them to his last breath.
Likes:The thrill of the hunt, and the warmth of a drink afterwards. (Whiskey, in particular.) As quiet as he is, he actually enjoys being in a small social groups, even if all he's doing is listening. He also likes to smoke, chewing on a cigar if combat is a potential, (unlit, if he's stalking someone/somthing).. smoking a pipe in the calmer evenings and mornings. (A special blend of native Welsh herbs and tobacco.)
Dislikes:Feeling the effects of his age. He's lost a step or two, and he's nowhere near as strong as he once was. He dislikes excess flash and glamour, thinking it makes a warrior soft. He dislikes "unnatural" things, but this doesn't apply universally to vampires and werewolves. He particularly dislikes any dogmatic view, such as the way slayers view vampires, werewolves traditionally view vampires, and the way vampires traditionally view werewolves. He doesn't have the problem with the way that vampires view slayers, though, as he feels their view is rather justified, since many times the slayers are the aggressor.
History(at least 250 words): Cormac ab Morgan was born in a tight-knit and small community in rural Wales, of roughly 75 people. The size of the community was not a coincidence, for they were bound together by more than convenience and the need for company. They were more a tribe (even thinking of themselves as such), each one sworn to protect one another and provide for one another against the encroaching outside world, as well as the threats from man and beast alike. This also allowed the families to pass down traditions that were slowly dying in the outside world, such as pride in a family name, and faith in the Old Gods and Goddesses.
Cormac grew up strong in the community, quickly showing an aptitude for the hunt, and the thrill of the chase. However, at 16, he left his community, sure there was something more out there in the world than what his tribe could offer. After making money as a coal miner on the outskirts of Clydach Vale, he set out on a meandering journey across England, before wandering bits of America, having adventure and making a friend here and there, but finding little that satisfied him as much as home. At 19, he returned to his tribe, homesick and world-weary, wanting nothing more than to be accepted back.
The tribe had ached for him as much as he had ached for them, and he was welcomed back in with open arms, and only a slight bit of ribbing, particularly by a young woman named Ffion, who was now 16. In less than two year's time, they were married.
Now back where he was wanted, needed, and loved, Cormac quickly began to show even more skill at the hunt and the chase, gaining more accolades and esteem within the tribe. Despite his youth, he was appointed as the leader of the hunt at 28, given charge over all of the other men of the tribe. While this was unusual, noone questioned the wisdom of the circle of druids that
governed the tribe's spiritual growth and direction.
He went on to have three children, who along with their cousins, found the outside world too tempting. Unable to stop their wanderlust, he helplessly watched as they broke away, leaving to find their fortunes, just as he had. The circle of druids warned him that their journey did not auger well, and a few years later, he received notice that things had gone quite poorly for them one night, but that Arianna had survived. He and his wife, as well as the rest of the tribe held a vigil every night for 28 days, waiting for her to return, but she didn't. With the loss of the last line, and Aria nowhere to be found, the prospect of the tribe continuing was low, as the remainder of the tribe were past the prime childbearing years.
He was 50 then, and while he and his wife both privately hoped and prayed to their gods and goddesses to return her to them, publicly he could no longer allow the tribe to mourn and wait. At 52, his prayers stayed within his home. His only solace the hunt, and his tribes numbers waning with each passing winter.
When his wife had a heart attack, his world further collapsed, and while she made a recovery, she was frail, and he was sure her time was drawing to a close. Cormac made a vow to the Gods that his only child would return to the tribe and to her home, if it took him to his dying breath. His wife deserved no less than to see her daughter's face once more before she passed away. Bidding farewell to the woman he loved for over 40 years, he flew to America, ready to do what he'd sworn.
Sample/Past Roleplay:---I'm Donovan---do I need another sample roleplay?
Rules Word:Rose Red