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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 11, 2017 18:48:11 GMT
| S o this was Forks huh? Pathetic little town, full of people that it seemed had settled here and never left. How ‘small town’ of them. Mason smiled cockily as he caught a number of young girls scurry past him and stare. Naturally they were drawn to his face, but they didn’t want to go there. Mason was bad, bad news. But still, humans were humans, nothing changed there. It looked as though some cheesy old school carnival was in town…yay…Mason rolled his eyes, humans were so predictable it was nauseating. Still, intrigue got the better of him, so what better than to check it all out. He wandered in amongst the crowds, the smell of human blood was intoxicating, but there was no desire to feed tonight. These were all innocent lives, and he’d swiped a number of blood bags from the local hospital earlier in the day. Worst case scenario, he’d duck out and have a pint or three later. The rides in this place looked about ready to break - that would be interesting, a number of casualties resulting in uncontrollable bleeding out would be, um…well it wasn’t worth thinking about. All he could do was hope that never happened. Closing his eyes, Mason took a breath and turned to head toward the booths, that might be somewhat enjoyable. As he checked out a number of the rip-off games on offer, Mason caught a whiff of what could only be described as vile, old wet dog. Ew. So this town had werewolves, figured. Monsters everywhere it seemed, and not just the ones that were like him. This made Mason curious, what secrets was this town hiding exactly? Coming across a bench, Mason thought it best to perhaps sit and observe, see if he could figure out where this god awful stench was coming from. His cell buzzed, rolling his eyes he checked the number. Mandy…ohhhh right, the chick in New Orleans he had ditched a few days ago. Oops, she was probably pretty mad, and confused, by now. Shoving it back into his pocked, Mason pulled the collar of his leather jacket up and rested his elbows on the table in front of him. |
credit to nat of adoxography. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 11, 2017 18:32:48 GMT
| M ason sniffed the cool, sea air around him, it had been a long time since he’d visited a town like this one. ‘Port Angeles’ the sign had stated, not too far from that small town of Forks he’d been looking for. He pulled the collar of his leather jacket up and wandered down toward the harbour. He wasn’t thirsty - in fact, earlier that day had he come across a nice little car thief in the midst of a robbery. He’d made quick work of that one, so now Mason was totally and utterly satisfied. Humans, they were all so dumb. He couldn’t abide listening to people moan about their pathetic little mortal lives. Really, it just irritated him more than anything. They had people around them that loved them, cared for them. Life wasn’t all that bad - Mason had no one. Or at least that’s what it felt like. He glowered as he passed a happy looking couple, holding hands and smiling. Ugh. Love - that was another thing he’d never experienced…nor had he cared much for the idea. Being alone was easy, no one to please. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, he’d had a family and been loved…but they were all gone now. He had no idea what had happened to his family…his brothers. All Mason knew was that the family had died out years ago, he was the only one left. And boy, it had been some life so far that was for sure. All he wondered now was why Helena had wanted out - why had she abandoned him for eternal rest? They’d been like brother and sister, but that was over now. Mason sighed, feelings weren’t his forte. As he reached the harbour Mason looked out to sea. How easy it could be for him, all he had to do was jump in and swim. Eventually he’d reach land and be able to start afresh. The Volturi wouldn’t come looking for him then…those guys made even his skin crawl. Too many rules to follow, it made being a vampire more of a chore than anything. He hopped up and sat on a wall that looked out at all the boats. It was growing dark - people were starting to head home for dinner. Running off to be with their families. It was almost as if they were afraid to be out late, in the dark, in case the monsters got them. Ha! Monsters. Little did they know that it wasn’t far from the truth. The sound of footsteps made Mason focus, someone was approaching, but the direction of the breeze made it impossible for him to know who it was. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 11, 2017 18:16:24 GMT
LOVE HATE I like this, he can be a cocky, rude idiot but meeting someone like Ivy might make him think, as long as she promises to keep her wolfy side at bay - Mason only feeds on criminals or blood bags from the local hospital |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 10, 2017 18:31:38 GMT
Mason Isaac Abraham and I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb
| ALIAS n/a | GENDER male | | AGE one hundred and seventy three | BIRTHDATE february 17th, 1834 | | ORIENTATION straight | SPECIES red-eyed vampire |
First things first, Mason is and isn’t what you’d expect. He’s full of surprises – not only to the people around him but to himself. He is first, and foremost, a complete asshole. He’s arrogant, rude and cocky – although this is a bit of a front. He doesn’t let people in easily and finds it difficult to show his feelings or any kind of humanity. He is one hundred and seventy three, it’s been a long time since he felt anything human – because of this, although humans for all intents and purposes are food and kind of irritating, he also finds them fascinating. Their blatant lack of self-preservation is astounding.
I wouldn’t go as far as to say Mason is loyal, but he does seem to have a kind of protective instinct when it comes to those closest to him. Though he’ll shrug this off and probably eventually use it to his benefit. However, you don’t want to upset him or cross him at all. He will play games with you and make your life as miserable as possible should you decide to get on the wrong side of him. He’s not entirely honest either, using things to his advantage. But, despite all of the negatives, most of those that know him (although they might not admit it) would miss him if he wasn’t around.
Mason, deep down (and I’m talking way deep down) does have a shred of humanity somewhere. He currently only feeds on humans he stumbles across committing crimes, or blood bags he swipes from hospitals on his travels – trying to be discreet and not make too much of an impact to be noticed. Of course he does fall off the wagon occasionally, but not often. He has learnt how to integrate with humans without the constant need to feed – and so happily lives quietly amongst them.
Mason had a happy childhood – the oldest of 3 boys, he was bought up by his mother Anne and his father Joseph in the small town of Stockbridge, Georgia. He grew up to become a skilled carpenter, looking after the towns buildings and creating a small business of his own. Sure it didn’t pay too much, but when his brother Henry followed in his footsteps the two of them made quite a venture of it and became fairly successful, doing trade with other local towns.
It was 5th March, 1859. Mason met her on his way home from a local council meeting. He was 25 years old and quite the southern gentleman. She’d looked lost…but she wasn’t. Her attack was quick, and her bite was excruciating and then she was gone. He felt like his whole body was on fire – the venom rapidly pushing itself through his veins, slowly he dragged himself into the depths of the forest and waited for death to take him. 3 days past, he writhed around in pain wishing it would stop, wishing it would end. It didn’t. After the three days, he felt his heart stop and in that instance, the burning ceased and he opened his eyes for the first time. What the hell had happened to him? Everything seemed sharper and more detailed, it was weird. The only pain he could feel was a slight burn in his throat – was that normal? That’s when she appeared again.
Helena.
She taught Mason about his new life, taught him how to hunt inconspicuously, and for the next hundred odd years they travelled the Americas, never settling, whilst he adapted to this new way of life. It had broken his heart to leave his family behind, especially his brother Henry. For all he knew – they’d believed he had gone missing one evening and never returned, lost, with only the memory of him to help them through their grief. This tormented him slightly, and after a while Mason put his human thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind and only focused on being who he now was. A vampire. In the process, Mason became cold, rude and obnoxious to everyone who knew him. Maybe this was the reason for the more recent events.
It was late January 2007 that the Volturi caught up with them. Helena in particular was who they wanted. She’d become lazy and conspicuous with her killings. Confiding in Mason, she had explained her desire to end her eternal life – Mason couldn’t understand her want and tried to change her mind. It was too late. They came for her, destroyed her without any battle, and warned Mason to think twice before following in his creators’ footsteps.
In a desperate attempt to avoid losing his eternal life, Mason heard rumours of a coven in Forks, Washington that had learnt to live almost normally with humans. Wondering what it would be like to settle, he decided to head for the small town to study these vampires, fascinated by the idea of being able to stay in one place. He’d never been in love, he’d never settled, and he’d never had any real friends other than Helena. Deciding that maybe Forks could be fun and hey, if he got to settle that was a plus, he set off on his new adventure. | ooc info
☆ NAME
Becki
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
Bella Cullen
Emily Locklear
☆ TIMEZONE
Lond GMT
☆ ANY OTHER INFO?
Boo, I’m a ghost.
☆ HOW DID YOU FIND US?
N/A
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