Post by DREW COPELAND on May 31, 2011 23:57:11 GMT -5
DREWCOPELAND
I've shared what I've made; I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through. I've never been perfect but neither have you
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME:Andrew Harris Copeland
NICKNAME: Drew (Never Andy)
AGE: 21
BIRTHDATE: February 18
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Hunter
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM: Francisco Lachowski
SKIN: Deep olive, tans very dark in the summer.
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 180 lb.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Tall and a variety of skinny that would be called 'slim' if he were just a little more graceful, Drew is in the process of growing out of being pretty and into being handsome. He's self-conscious about his very slightly delicate face, enough that he avoids dressing up and sometimes grows a thin scruff of beard because he thinks it makes him look older, though not enough to cut his fancy hair. He has a weird thing about disliking t-shirts, he doesn't like the way that knit fabric feels and so only wears button-down shirts with his jeans and trainers.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- Security
- Working with his hands
- Redheads
- The smell of pine
- Bourbon
- Marlboro 100s
- Nu metal
- His mother (even if he's not always good at admitting it)
DISLIKES:
- Televised sports
- Sweet drinks
- How much he likes being drunk
- Romantic comedies
- Girls who make you watch romantic comedies with them
- Being bored
- Vampires
- Reminders that he's not as good a hunter as he wants to be
STRENGTHS:
- Reasonably intelligent
- Good with his hands (repairs, construction, things like that)
- Has a knack for creating magical protections (hex bags, etc.)
- Excellent shot with a pistol
- Honorable
WEAKNESSES:
- Inexperienced as a hunter
- Waffles between overconfidence and self-doubt
- Still grieving his adoptive family, which makes him prone to fits of depression
- Gets aggressive when he feels uncertain
- Not a great judge of people
FEARS:
- Losing his birth mother
- That he might be an alcoholic
- Being turned into a vampire
- Abandonment
- That he was what the vampires were chasing the night his family died
POWERS & ABILITIES: None, but has a knack for the kinds of magic that can be performed by pure humans--creating hex bags, laying out plantings of protective herbs, creating Devil's Trap diagrams, etc.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Like a lot of people coming out of their teens and into their twenties, Drew's personality is conflicted, contradictory. Given his recent history, he's even more divided than most. Not to the point of multiple personality or anything, but the gap between the nice upper middle class suburban boy he was and the hunter he is now is pretty wide, and his behavior sometimes straddles that divide, other times hops back and forth across it without warning.
He used to be a confident, gregarious kid headed for UNC on a partial baseball scholarship. Happy enough, bright enough, popular enough. Not a worldbeater, but a good guy headed for a good life. Now he's broody and sullen (when he remembers to be), hyperaggressive (sometimes), and determined to learn how to be a man in the world of gods and monsters (that one's full-time). His relationship with his birth mother is complicated and inconsistent as he swings back and forth between adoring her and resenting the hell out of her. He'll probably settle in at some point, but he's not nearly there yet.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY: The early years of Drew's life were totally unremarkable, at least as far as he knew. He grew up in a wealthy suburb of Richmond, Virginia, oldest child of a local TV producer and an antiques dealer. His parents were older than the average, he was right up on the verge of being spoiled and certainly never lacked any of the things he really wanted in life. It wasn't a charmed life, it wasn't magic-wish perfect, but it was a good childhood in a nice neighborhood. Loving parents, good schools, a stable environment.
Things started going off the rails when he turned sixteen. Along with the 1970 Chevelle SS he'd been begging for all year, his parents also gave him something he didn't turn out to want: the truth about his origins. He hadn't known he was adopted, the idea had never even crossed his mind. Why would it? Sure, his coloration was darker than either of his younger sisters, but he'd seen pictures of his mother's Italian immigrant parents, it wasn't weird enough to draw any real attention.
They wouldn't tell him who his birth parents were, just that his mother was a good friend of theirs who knew how much they'd wanted a child and whose life wasn't in a good place to be raising a baby. They'd tell him someday, they promised. Someday when the time was right.
Only the right time never came. They had a couple of fights about that in the next two years, Drew telling them that he was ready to hear it and them saying that the time wasn't right, not yet. Finally they'd promised that they'd tell him when he turned eighteen, had hinted that they might put him in touch with his mother.
Which probably would have worked out great if his family had made it to his eighteenth birthday.
He'd been out with his best friend Steve and a couple of girls from school, they'd gone downtown to Movieland to see Rocky Horror, then out to Aunt Sarah's afterward for pancakes and flirting. (Hey, Richmond isn't the most happening town.) When he pulled onto his street, just at dawn and a full three hours after curfew, there had been flashing red lights and sirens, a dark-haired woman standing on the lawn with bloodied clothes and a bandage on her arm. She said that his family was dead. She said that she was his mother. She said that he needed to go with her. Drew had been in no state to argue and had packed up his things as soon as he'd finished giving a statement to the cops. Nobody questioned Isabella's assertion that she was a friend of the family, and as Drew was still a few weeks shy of his majority nobody had pushed too hard
Drew had spent the first week in shock. After they drove back up from Isabella's place in Florida to Virginia for the funerals he started to snap out of it. Enough to start really processing. Enough to ask questions. About her, about what had really happened to his family, about how she knew these horrible things. And when he understood it, he demanded that she teach him.
He's not a good hunter. Not yet, anyway. He might become one someday, if he lives long enough, but right now he's barely adequate at the job and has to call home to his birth mother or out to her friends for leads and research way too often, it hurts his pride. Other hunters he talks to keep saying how busy it is, how much more demonic and ghostly activity there is lately, but Drews just doesn't know how to find it on his own. He can fight it when he finds it, sometimes, but he has no idea how to identify anything except ghosts and vampires and half the time by the time he gets there either someone else has taken care of them or the infestation has gotten out of hand.
It doesn't stop him trying, though. Criss-crossing the country in his shadow gray Chevelle, stopping by Isabelle's place every couple of months to rest up and talk and try to find their place in one another's lives. Drew suspects that Isabelle is being phenomenally patient with him, letting him work through his issues with the two of them in his own time. The anger keeps rising up at the weirdest times, surprising him. He knows she hates his hunting, and that's at least a little bit of why he does it. She left him to hunt, he leaves her to hunt. Fair's fair.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS: Briar
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Rin Cooper, Wil Croft, Adam Milligan
EXPERIENCE: 10+ Years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Caution 2.0
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (non-canon character)
