Title: Father MacNamara
Father MacNamara - August 14, 2007 08:23 PM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name: Chris
Age: 26
Contact Info: Email/PM
How you found us: A little dickie bird told me
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Father Quinn MacNamara
Nicknames: Mac / MacNamara meaning Hound of the Sea
Character age: 44
Birthdate: 03/11/63
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Wolf
Level: Dominant loner
Strengths: Physical strength, healing and seeing the good in people
Weaknesses Compassion to those who truly don't deserve it
Weapons carried on person: His faith
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Brown with silver streaks
Eye colour: Hazel
Portrayal: Gabriel Byrne
Physical description:
Quinn stands at 5' 8". He had been a short and powerfully stocky main in his prime, but in his later years he has allowed himself to develop a little slackness around the belt.
His hair has recently begun to exhibit streaks of grey running through it that Quinn believes makes him appear more distinguished.
The only notable mark on his body is a nasty scar on his left hand caused by a childhood accident. Quinn has the ability to heal such wounds but keeps it as a reminder of the lessons he learned that day.
Likes: A passionate fan of football
Dislikes: Those who rule by fear
Fears: Forced into joining a pack against his will
Nervous habits: Playing with his cross
Personality description:
Father MacNamara is a deeply religious man. It is one of the main reasons he decided against ever joining a pack, ensuring that he could never be asked to do something that went against his beliefs. His loyalty to his faith comes before all else.
He is also one of the kindest souls you are ever to met. His ability to find goodness in all that he meets is one of his most remarkable traits. It is not uncommon to find St Mary's the home of a lost soul looking for sanctuary.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Connie and Patrick MacNamara
Siblings: Bridget, Kieran, Patrick Jnr, Mary, Kenny
Children: None
History:
Father MacNamara is third generation American Irish born and bred in Miami Florida. Although he has never visited Ireland, being brought up in a large Catholic family has resulted in him maintaining a hint of the accent in his gently spoken voice.
During a family get together to celebrate his 6th birthday that an unfortunate barbecue accident left him requiring a skin graft after 3rd degree burns to his hand. It was during the operation that he became infected.
Although academically minded, MacNamara's true passions lay in football. His dream was to one day play the game on a professionally basis. This dream was shattered during the big college play-off of 1980. It was during a reckless challenge that MacNamara left an opponent wheelchair bound. His lycan strength and speed that allowed him to play the game at such a high level had also been responsible for paralysing a young man. MacNamara promised himself to never play again as penance.
Father MacNamara went on to study architecture at university, but upon finishing his education decided instead to become a man of the cloth. He has been at St. Mary's for 20 years where he runs a friendly and popular parish appealing to both humans and lycanthropes alike. His choice to become a priest was largely contributed by his being infected with lycanthropy.
Writing Sample: a sample post from this characters point of view.
As the last parishioner left for the night, Father MacNamara pulled closed the heavy wooden double doors to the house of God. The shadows in the depths of the church reached out with their dark grasping fingers only to be fought back by the dim glow of candle light. MacNamara lit another candle feeling strangely connected to the small stick of wax.
Light and Dark.
Black and White.
Good and Bad.
Although MacNamara had to admit to himself that he was a little more greyer than white theses days, but then no one was perfect.
The moon had risen high enough in the night sky that its soft blue glow now shone through the tall and impressive stained glass windows. Tomorrow would bring with it the full moon and the irresistible urge to change. As the flame from the wick began to die MacNamara lit one last candle. “This one’s for me.” He mumbled quietly to himself with a gentle sigh.
And the rest:
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Name: Chris
Age: 26
Contact Info: Email/PM
How you found us: A little dickie bird told me
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Father Quinn MacNamara
Nicknames: Mac / MacNamara meaning Hound of the Sea
Character age: 44
Birthdate: 03/11/63
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Wolf
Level: Dominant loner
Strengths: Physical strength, healing and seeing the good in people
Weaknesses Compassion to those who truly don't deserve it
Weapons carried on person: His faith
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Brown with silver streaks
Eye colour: Hazel
Portrayal: Gabriel Byrne
Physical description:
Quinn stands at 5' 8". He had been a short and powerfully stocky main in his prime, but in his later years he has allowed himself to develop a little slackness around the belt.
His hair has recently begun to exhibit streaks of grey running through it that Quinn believes makes him appear more distinguished.
The only notable mark on his body is a nasty scar on his left hand caused by a childhood accident. Quinn has the ability to heal such wounds but keeps it as a reminder of the lessons he learned that day.
Likes: A passionate fan of football
Dislikes: Those who rule by fear
Fears: Forced into joining a pack against his will
Nervous habits: Playing with his cross
Personality description:
Father MacNamara is a deeply religious man. It is one of the main reasons he decided against ever joining a pack, ensuring that he could never be asked to do something that went against his beliefs. His loyalty to his faith comes before all else.
He is also one of the kindest souls you are ever to met. His ability to find goodness in all that he meets is one of his most remarkable traits. It is not uncommon to find St Mary's the home of a lost soul looking for sanctuary.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Connie and Patrick MacNamara
Siblings: Bridget, Kieran, Patrick Jnr, Mary, Kenny
Children: None
History:
Father MacNamara is third generation American Irish born and bred in Miami Florida. Although he has never visited Ireland, being brought up in a large Catholic family has resulted in him maintaining a hint of the accent in his gently spoken voice.
During a family get together to celebrate his 6th birthday that an unfortunate barbecue accident left him requiring a skin graft after 3rd degree burns to his hand. It was during the operation that he became infected.
Although academically minded, MacNamara's true passions lay in football. His dream was to one day play the game on a professionally basis. This dream was shattered during the big college play-off of 1980. It was during a reckless challenge that MacNamara left an opponent wheelchair bound. His lycan strength and speed that allowed him to play the game at such a high level had also been responsible for paralysing a young man. MacNamara promised himself to never play again as penance.
Father MacNamara went on to study architecture at university, but upon finishing his education decided instead to become a man of the cloth. He has been at St. Mary's for 20 years where he runs a friendly and popular parish appealing to both humans and lycanthropes alike. His choice to become a priest was largely contributed by his being infected with lycanthropy.
Writing Sample: a sample post from this characters point of view.
As the last parishioner left for the night, Father MacNamara pulled closed the heavy wooden double doors to the house of God. The shadows in the depths of the church reached out with their dark grasping fingers only to be fought back by the dim glow of candle light. MacNamara lit another candle feeling strangely connected to the small stick of wax.
Light and Dark.
Black and White.
Good and Bad.
Although MacNamara had to admit to himself that he was a little more greyer than white theses days, but then no one was perfect.
The moon had risen high enough in the night sky that its soft blue glow now shone through the tall and impressive stained glass windows. Tomorrow would bring with it the full moon and the irresistible urge to change. As the flame from the wick began to die MacNamara lit one last candle. “This one’s for me.” He mumbled quietly to himself with a gentle sigh.
And the rest:
Anything else?
Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT for the fluffy bunny
Gerard - September 5, 2007 11:04 PM (GMT)
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