Post by Drake Crawford on Jun 9, 2015 7:51:52 GMT -5
Full Name: Drake Lincoln Crawford
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Five Years Old | 9 - 25 - 1989
Race: Human
Occupation: Upcoming Novelist
Species Group: Hunter/Witch
Play-By: Colin O'Donoghue
Abilities
Drake was born into the Crawford bloodline, which has been apart of the special group within the Men of Letters, tasked with guarding Pandora's Box. He is able to accomplish many of the hardest spells and thrives with things like destructive and illusion magic. He is gifted with the ability to pick up on spells easily and figure out what a spell is, how it works, and how to dismantle it. He's a great fighter and uses the special items given to the Guardians when he does so.
His mind cannot be read, not can he be moved with telekinesis thanks to a unique tattoo placed on his neck. This tattoo also gives him a special bond to the other Guardians of Pandora's Box, allowing him to know when one is in trouble and even allowing him to speak telepathically to each of them in close range.
Drake unfortunately inherited a curse from his biological father, to live forever without aging or dying. Because of the curse he cannot die but he can be hurt and he does not heal magically so if he were stabbed in the heart, he would not die and over time it would heal just like any other kind of wound. The curse cannot be broken by magic and demons cannot make deals with him because of the demon behind the curse. He can also not be turned into a creature like a vampire, werewolf, etc. He is immune to them.
Special Inventory
Hallowed Event Perks
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Writing
❤ Destructive Magic
❤ Tootsie Rolls
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ June Bugs
✗ Candy That Sticks To His Teeth
✗ Things Being Kept From Him
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ To Live Forever
☬ Drowning
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Find The Man Known As Seth
★ To Write A Book
Personality:
Drake is a kind, polite guy and shows respect to those he meets. He usually continues to show a person kindness and respect, unless he doesn't believe they are worthy of it. He has a bit of a temper and can be set off easily if his buttons are pushed the right way, and he holds grudges easily and it's hard to get past them. He's quick to argue if he disagrees with something and at times he can come off as uncooperative. Even so, Drake is a very committed man, both to his friends and to his task of guarding Pandora's Box. He does have a bad habit of putting things off however, or starting something and not finishing it. This can be seen majorly with his writing. He's independent and doesn't rely on other's to get what he wants or to fix his messes. He doesn't rely on the company of other's but this doesn't mean that he doesn't like their company, or that he won't take help when offered.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Charming
✧ Independent
✧ Committed
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Procrastinates
✦ Holds A Grudge
✦ Cantakerous
Parents: Seth Baldwin (Father), Marianne Crawford (Mother)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Others in the Crawford Family
Important Others: The Other Guardians of Pandora's Box, Peter Crawford
History:
Drake was born to a single mother in 1989 by the name of Marianne, a woman apart of a very important family of witches. Drake's father, Seth was not in the picture. Seth was a man who didn't stay in one place for too long, drifting along and while checking in on a little girl in the hospital he met Marianne, a nurse. Once the man found out she was a witch he tried to see if she could help him break the curse that he suffered from, a curse of immortality. Though she tried, she failed and Seth went on his way but not before the two were intimate and ultimately creating Drake.
Growing up his mother kept what she knew about the man a secret, feeling horrible for not knowing who the man actually was and causing her child to grow up without a father. Drake was excellent in school and on top of that he was taught the various degrees of magic that his family knew. His Uncle, Peter took Drake under his wing and taught him how to fight, how to use spells, amongst other things. He revealed to the boy that he was preparing for him to take over as a Guardian because it was time that Peter retired.
At the age of twenty he took the secrecy oath and was branded with the sacred tattoo on the side of his neck. As time went on he learned to fight cooperatively with the other Guardians and an eventful night when demons attacked, Drake died... Or rather he should of. He was shot in his chest by one of the demons, but didn't die. How could this be? To the shock of himself, and his allies, Drake was fine and was able to move even if he was in immense pain.
Upon speaking with his mother about what happened, she was horrified. She told him that she didn't want to believe that the curse would pass down to him, that she prayed it wouldn't. Confused, Drake asked her what she was talking about, what curse? That's when she told him about his biological father and how he was cursed to live forever. In rage Drake stopped speaking to his mother and began his quest to find his father, still trying to protect Pandora's Box alongside the other Guardians.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
Other Characters: Amitiel, Chris Anderson, Jeff Atherton, @rayne, @malachi, Seth Baldwin, Nova Bennette, Lily Bishop, Joel Crawford, Emily Clark, Darren Covington, @jaxon, Eric Gilbertson, Sawyer Grant, Tyson Grant, Austin Jacobs, Matthew Jacobs, Scotty Jacobs, Stephanie Khang, Zane Lancaster, Isaiah MacIntyre, Mammon, Lorilee McKinley, Aspen Meadows, Heaven Michaels, Tristan Michaels, Ryker Nixon, @hunter, Lizzie Shields, Ethan Sullivan, Jake Sullivan, Luke Sullivan, @declan, @tommy, Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Jr, Cody Wolfe, @caspian. Samson Zimmerman, Mason Parker, Izzy Anderson, Hope Anderson, @dante, Axel Meadows, Beezlebub, Wyatt Clark, Hudson Cooper, @evan, @zadkiel, Piper Wright, Shawn Miller, Aiden Watson, @suriel
RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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