Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 8:00:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Murphy MacManus.
Nickname/Alias: Murph, Saint of Boston [termed this by the news as they don't know their real names]
Age/Date Of Birth: 22, April 3rd 1992
Race: Human
Occupation: Vigilante (makes money with oddjobs like repairman, construction day worker, dishwasher, etc)
Species Group: 2nd Generation Deva
Play-By: Norman Reedus
Abilities
[Note: Murphy is unaware of these powers.]
- Saint's Blood - Their blood burns demons like holy water. It can also secrete from their skin (like sweat) and tearducts (like tears). At first this will only occur in situations of extreme duress when dealing with demons. It will manifest in limited areas of effect and out of their control when they are imminent danger of death/extreme harm. Eventually they can learn to control this and, with even more practice, how to dilute it with their sweat/tears to cover more with less blood loss. While they replenish blood faster than normal humans in order to compensate for this, they still have a very definite limit.
- Divine Guidance - Can discern the alignment and general intentions of others. To them, this will just feel like their gut reactions to others. This also makes them pretty adept at telling when someone is lying (not 100% of the time but a good hunch).
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Connor
❤ Beer
❤ Family/Friends
❤ "Friendly" Fights
❤ Ladies
❤ Dudes
❤ Gratuitous Violence (in the name of the Lord)
❤ A good time
❤ Swearing and otherwise being a loudmouth
❤ Smoking... smoking and more smoking
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Connor being insulted/hit/otherwise negatively approached by anyone/thing
✗ His family/friends/innocents being threatened
✗ Sappy romance movies
✗ Evil
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Connor being dead
☬ Dying alone
☬ Rejection from those he considers family
☬ That his perceived sins are negatively influencing Connor
☬ Living without Connor
☬ Disappointing his father and his Lord
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Find Connor
★ Rid the world of evil
Personality: Murphy MacManus is a brash, thoughtful, short-tempered and extremely loyal young man. He is largely regarded as the younger of the MacManus brothers even though he insists he is the older (their mother has refused to clarify no matter how much they beg). He throws his fists around before his brain can catch up when he feels overwhelmed or someone he cares about has been insulted.
Despite his hot-headed tendencies, Murphy is actually a very caring and kind soul. He will make excuses for his friends, put himself in harms way to protect them and see the good in their intentions no matter what. When Connor is around, Murphy often takes a backseat to Connor's plans and lead. When Connor is compromised or gone, Murphy shows an aptitude for planning and action that indicates, of the two of them, Murphy is actually far more practical and clear-headed. But Murphy is naturally deferential to his brother, prefers to let his brother take the reigns. However, he is passive only to his parents and Connor (though he has never hesitated in smacking Connor a good one if he asked for it).
Murphy enjoys the simple things in life - prefers a beer, a smoke and sitting on a couch with his pals to anything else. He is rarely shy though he has always let Connor do most of the talking for them outside of their closest group of friends. He's loud and vibrant, a knee-slapper and back-thumper. He tells lewd jokes and lays the charm on thick whilst being completely oblivious when he's doing so.
Physically Murphy is on the shorter side of average, is somewhat slight in build and lean. He is unaware of how effeminate his gestures tend to be and definitely talks with his hands, flailing them about as he goes. He is the pale, fey looking MacManus. Despite appearances, Murphy is rather strong and is a vicious brawler. He has taken down men twice his size with relative ease.
He has a high pain tolerance, even relishes the aches a fight leaves behind. His endurance, willpower and skill earned from literally fighting his entire life makes him quite capable of protecting himself with his hands. He has an astonishing skill with guns - near perfect aim. He will not hesitate to take a punch or throw one. When it comes to Connor, he would do anything for him.
Romantic relationships have never been a necessity to Murphy as he is completely happy living alongside his brother. He has had more casual flings than dates and only two steady relationships in his life (once in high school for a few weeks and once in Boston for two months). Before their vision, he assumed at some point Connor and him would be married to women but how this would happen was never really on his mind. He has never thought about the future past continuing to live connected at the hip with Connor.
Guilt has become a defining emotion for Murphy - guilt about Connor's disappearance is at the forefront of it. Murphy also has guilt over an attraction to men he has struggled with since he was a teenager. Although their mother and the church she took them to spoke of loving all of God's creatures, the overall tone of their town's interpretation of homosexuality was archaic. That background combined with the fear of being different from Connor in some fundamental way caused Murphy to suppress and hide his doubts. After their roots in Boston settled, a series of small events led to Connor questioning Murphy until Murphy broke down and confessed his secret.
With his brother's urging and support, Murphy began seeing men as well as women. It was kept a secret between the brothers. At the time of their vision, Murphy was only just starting to let go of the idea that he was sinning. But with the appearance of their father and then the loss of Connor, what confidence Murphy had built has been torn apart. Murphy has numerous tattoos - a large ornate cross on his forearm, Aequitas down his right index finger and a stylized saint figure on the left side of his neck.
Murphy and Connor genuinely believe they are on a mission from God to rid the world of evil men. They did receive their vision from a divine source but to them it came directly from God. They are unaware that they have unique abilities. They have also managed to survive and kill all of their enemies so far despite their plans going horribly wrong half the time. They could be incredibly lucky, they could be favored by heaven, who knows?
Traits
✧ Compassionate
✧ Extremely Loyal
✧ Passionate
✧ Very Charismatic
✧ Light-hearted
✧ Goofy/Fun-loving
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Very quick tempered
✦ Impulsive
✦ Lashes out physically and verbally
✦ Naive
✦ Stubborn
✦ Streaks of black and white thinking
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Parents: Annabelle and Noah MacManus
Siblings: Connor MacManus (fraternal twin brother)
Other Family: Two Aunts and an Uncle, all on their mother's side, back in Ireland.
Important Others: David Della Rocco (deceased), Doc, Paul Smecker, Detective Dolly, Detective Greenly, Detective Duffy
History: Murphy and Connor MacManus were raised by their single mother in a spit of a village in Ireland. Throughout their adolescence they were a rather happy handful. They were never the biggest kids in their classes but they fought like they were. They regularly got jumped and did the jumping on bullies, leading to drives home in the back of the shared MacManus clan's car listening to their ma's raspy screaming all the way from the principal's office at school.
Despite being the kind of good natured pranksters that disrupted class, they were the darlings of their community. Their willingness to act on their sense of right and wrong combined with their natural charm and intelligence distinguished them from their peers.
Academically, they excelled. Under their mother's thumb, they became fluent in several languages and graduated high school with the top marks of their class. She also raised them to be devoutly catholic, completely foul-mouthed and with a sense of duty to serve others in need. Up until they left Ireland they would regularly lend a hand to those in need in their community - painting old widow Duggart's house in the summer, making some kind of sense of the local store's leaking roof in the spring and so on. They could be spotted helping little old ladies cross streets or wrangling a kid around by the shirt when they got caught making inappropriate gestures to a parent.
They grew up dirt poor and this continued after they decided to leave for the United States when they were eighteen. They worked for their passage on a shipping boat and arrived in Boston with a duffle bag of belongings and two bucks in their pockets each.
Luckily Connor had planned for them to arrive in mid-spring so the first couple weeks of being homeless wasn't bad by their standards. On the fourth week, caught sleeping in the back entryway of the church they'd been frequenting, the priest walked them to the Irish immigrant slums. There they found a loft with a door, windows that could shut, a toilet and two working showerheads. The priest also recommended them to a local who knew a guy who knew a guy at a meat packing factory that had openings.
After they'd collected enough money to buy some used mattresses, blankets, a few plates and so on, they sent a chunk back to their ma and took the rest out with them to a bar. They have a special relationship with bars - they light up the place, rouse spirits and laughter from everyone around them. In a matter of minutes their arms were around shoulders and shots being passed round.
It was here they met David Della Rocco, the extremely low-time runner for the local Italian mafia who became their closest friend. Between him and the bartender of their favorite bar, Doc, they'd made a small family for themselves in Boston. Of the two of them, Murphy shared a closer bond with Rocco. Despite Rocco's poor life choices, the brothers saw the good in Rocco, tolerated his moral failings while gently prodding him towards better choices.
After spending some years in Boston, their lives change when Connor kills a Russian mobster seeking vengeance on them for Connor lighting his ass on fire after a group of Russian mobsters lost to them in a bar fight. In that same confrontation, Murphy kills the other Russian (two came that morning). This is the first time they take lives. When they turn themselves in to the police, an FBI agent named Paul Smecker called in to solve the Russians' murders believes their story of self defense.
When they stay the night in jail to avoid reporters who'd caught wind of the story, they both receive a vision from God to "Destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish". They had taken the Russians' money, guns and beepers secretly and when one of their beepers goes off with a message giving the location of the local Russian mafia leaders' meeting, they take it as a sign to begin their holy mission.
Their friend Rocco becomes involved by accident and is allowed to participate with Murphy's vouching and Connor's permission. He provides them with info on all of vilest of Boston's mafias and together they hunt them down. The FBI agent and a few local cops realize the gangsters' murderers are the brothers and decide to help them avoid capture. The remaining head of the Italian mafia hires an assassin to kill them and an ill-fated confrontation at the mafia leader's home ends in Rocco's murder. He is shot to death in front of them. As they deliver their family's prayer over Rocco's body, the assassin recognizes it and the brothers as his sons.
With Agent Smecker and the cops' help, the MacManuses kill the remaining mafia leader at his own trial in the middle of the courtroom. They deliver an ultimatum to the world through the witnesses in the courtroom:
"Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood ‘til it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, do not rape, to not steal.
These are principles, which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do you, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever god you wish."
Unfortunately their local sketch artists create sketches accurate enough that the MacManuses leave Boston to avoid being caught.
They live on the road, wait until they get to Georgia to act.
They methodically destroy a prominent white supremacy group. They hit two more cities before their father informs them he has to go to New York for unfinished business. He refuses their pleas to go with him and leaves while they sleep.
A month later, a botched plan to take out a couple of drug dealers results in Murphy on the ground desperately trying to throw off the man strangling him. His hands bloody from his own cut up knuckles, he grabs at the man's face to push. To his bewilderment the flesh under his hand begins to feel strangely hot and melty and the man screams. Throwing his head back, a cloud of black bile flowing like sand shoots out of a cracked window and the man passes out with a severe burn in the shape of Murphy's palm.
Confused and unnerved, the brother's drive for five hours before they discuss it.
A few weeks later they've mostly forgotten the incident. On a lonely highway in Nevada Murphy pumps gas as Connor wanders into the gas station for smokes, food and a map and never comes out.
When Murphy goes in to get him the clerk claims he never saw Connor enter in the first place. Connor had vanished out of thin air.
Now Murphy is chasing whispers of his brother all across the States, sure if Connor was dead he would know but still praying for him with every breath.
-------- The Deva Connection
Their parents got married in New York City. Their paternal grandfather had moved to the USA and started a leatherworkshop there many years before. They wanted to use the same priest for the marriage counseling sessions as would perform the wedding rites. During the marriage counseling sessions, the priest decided to give them the deva drug. They were given it during a private mass - it had been dissolved in the wine they were served.
After the wedding and 2 week honeymoon, their mother went back to Ireland while their father stayed a few extra weeks to help out his father. One day, local mafia who were pushing hard on immigrants slaughtered their grandfather while their father helplessly watched. Needless to say this broke/awoke something in their father and he embarked on a quest for vengeance that resulted in him becoming a hitman.
Their mother had no idea about any of this - all she knew was that their father abruptly stopped responding to all her letters and phone calls. She sent one last letter that contained a photograph. Their father only got this photograph after he'd been caught and incarcerated. An old family friend who'd been collecting the mail gave it to him while he was in jail. He had never known she'd been pregnant.
Alias: Barnaby
How did you find us?: An ad on a list of roleplaying communities. I was looking for rp communities.
Experience: Eons. We're talking back when livejournal was the main venue for this stuff. Over the years my buddy and I pretty much exclusively rped with each other, the majority of which took place in AIM. I dabbled in forums way way way back but this is the first time I've tried ProBoards.
Just thought this looked like a neat place and setup. So I'm giving applying a whirl!
Other Characters: Nope.
RP Sample:
The walls reached around them white and glass, stars shining through clear as morning prayers from their mother's lips from where she was wrecked on the couch. The carpet laid out before them through the pews simple wood. At the priest's place Zachariah stood smiling.
In the end he'd spoken up as well, answered the call of his name obedient and echoed his brother, I'm sorry sir, we're not yet ready.
They drove in silence. Connor let him have the back seat and he laid the entire way, smoking and blowing at the cracked window. Dean didn't complain. Connor turned the radio off.
Castiel met them at the hotel in a flurry of shadows and wings, caught his brother by the elbow with his voice. Murphy bounced his shoulders a little, Connor tilted his head and Murphy raised his eyebrows and that was that. Connor went with Castiel back towards the impala. Murphy opened the door to a room and went inside.
These rooms were becoming familiar. They were dirty and sanitized, garish and over decorated. The home they'd left behind wasn't something he could remember right anymore. The cold of it in mornings, the stone of it, the cigarette butts on the table and the mumble of the fridge. In summer in the showers under the spray and then sunning themselves on the fire escape while counting red cars they could spot from the alley. The beer cans and Rocco passed out on their couch, Connor complaining as he cleaned up Rocco's vomit where it landed near their toilet as Murphy picked the crust from his eye half-asleep. Girls in spring, his beneath and Connor's on top, the flower pot they'd bought near the window because ma woulda liked it smelling sweet drifting in. Autumn sweaters sticking to their backs in the fog of their friends, the concrete walls echoing with laughter and glass and aluminum and singing. He knew these things happened but he couldn't remember the way they felt anymore, not with certainty. These were memories like childhood, half-real and half-make believe, dreams of what things could have been like until the now where wallpaper pebbled up under his fingers and air conditioning ran the air ragged with dry ice.
Now these rooms were becoming familiar, were what he expected to see when he opened doors.
Zachariah smiled at him and it shook what he didn't understand to be his faith. All he knew was the tension in his guts that wouldn't go away.
He left Connor with their guardian angel and went inside. Dropped his pea coat onto a chair, walked over to a bed and threw himself onto it back-first. One leg dangled at the knee, the other foot hung off the edge. His arms were scattered half over his head and he blinked at the ceiling stains. Saw a cloud and a sword no matter how he squinted.
I Murphy MacManus have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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