Name - Shane Mulholland
History - Shane, until very recently, was the leader of a branch of the IRA...he fought endlessly for independence...a modern day fierce and brave leader. A slayer had her eyes on him, he was handsome, he was strong and was a great leader. This slayer was also a vampyre, and she believed that a man such as him...with the preturnatural abilities that she beheld, could only be the best for the side of the slayers... This man could be an even greater foe to those sympathetic to vampyres...with the proper training of course. So, the slayer turned him one night... And she told him of her cause and what she had done. Shane immediately was outraged... He did not LIKE to fight...and too much of it was already happening. He only strived for peace, and for the independence of his home. He could not now fight some war for slayers wanting to kill daemons, and he could not join the daemons of which he was now. He hated war, he only fought for freedom...now he was something that he wasn't even sure he believed...and he learned of certain....limitations he now had. Affliction to sunlight, crave for blood...it was impossible. There was nothing to do, he couldn't stay in his home city of Belfast like this...with the people he knew...people would only become suspicious. The slayer who turned him came back one night to ask him if he was ready to join their side... He was furious, learning fully of what she did... He charged at her, killing her. Unaware that he had ever possessed such strength. He didn't believe he'd done such a thing... He took what he needed and burned his house down with the slayer's body inside. Everyone believed that the burning was done as a retaliation of the opposing side. Shane soon found a ship, sneaking on board and hiding in a cargo bay. He had to get away from Ireland, he was dead. He wasn't sure what to do, where to go...maybe one day he could return. The ship dropped him off at an american dock, he quickly snuck out, and...not able to control it...he drank from one of the sailors..killing them. He headed away from there, carrying what he needed in his pockets. He was a handsome Irish man, still in denial of what he was... looking for some more explanation...
Gift - Rage. He's a berserker. When he has a lot of negative energy build up, it overflows and causes his adrenaline to flow like a river. His strength and speed increase, while his preciseness and ability to think rationally decreases.
Car - None yet
Favorite:
Quote - "I want to run
DOB - May 23rd, 1976
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel, sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name."
Age - 25
POB - Belfast, Ireland
Allegiance - Neutral for the moment
Nationality - 100% Irish
Language(s) - English, a bit of Gaelic
Appearance - A young, handsome Irish man. He's nearly 6 foot with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. He dresses casually, nothing too flashy or odd.
Personality - Chivalristic, honourable, protective.
Theme Song(s) - Where The Streets Have No Name - U2, With or Without You - U2, One - U2, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2, New Year's Day - U2, Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2...see a pattern?colors - Green
music - U2, Enya, Cranberries
movie - Casablanca
book - A Separate Peace
season - Spring
Likes - Ireland, freedom, living, his God
Dislikes - any war, the feeling he got when his love died and came back and stuck with him when he was made a vampyre
Phobias - That he might actually have lost the only person he loved. His true reason for hope. He also fears, knowing that he should continue his life and that Caitlyn would want him to find love again, that he might never find it. He also is afraid that he may never be human again or to see the beautiful golden sun upon the rolling Irish hills.