Post by Mason Parker on Feb 6, 2015 5:46:06 GMT -5
Full Name: Mason Chase Parker
Nickname/Alias: Mace
Age/Date Of Birth: Forty Years Old | 06 - 21 - 1974
Race: Human
Occupation: Forensic Psychologist
Species Group: 1st Generation Deva
Play-By: Colin Egglesfield
Abilities
Emotion Manipulation: Mason is able to manipulate the emotions of other when he talks to them or when they talk to him, counseling them. This causes people to feel better when talking to him and makes him probably the best psychologist someone could ask for. Through training he will learn to control this ability and manipulate emotions willingly, even his own. As his power develops he will be able to actually feel other's emotions like an empath.
On angel blood Mason can heal others' emotional wounds and/or burdens, but the pain of the injury will also carry over to him in terms of psychic pain. This power offers a comfortable touch and a healing means that is otherwise beyond the ones that heal physical injuries, since they lack the power to heal emotions.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Popcorn
❤ Reading
❤ Criminal Movies/TV Shows
❤ A Pretty Face
❤ Football
❤ Fried Chicken
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Arguing
✗ The Feeling When A Body Part Falls Asleep
✗ Cigarette Smoke
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being Buried Alive
☬ Losing Custody Of His Son
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To raise his son up to be a good man.
Personality:
Mason a small town country rooted guy living in the crazy city. He's polite, well mannered, and loves himself a good home cooked meal. Mason lives a very ordinary and routine life style. He wakes up, jogs, takes a shower, goes to work, comes home, reads or watches a criminal movie/TV show and then he is off to bed to read a bit more and then go to sleep. His routine changes slightly if he has his son home, in which he tends to his needs where he needs to but usually tries to keep his usual schedule. He isn't a party animal and the most he does is drink a beer here and there, maybe going out to the bar with some of the guy's from work after a long day. However to his ex wife Mason seemed very boring and they ended up divorcing... Now leaving Mason with that small little insecurity about being a boring guy. Wondering if any woman would be interested in him, especially with his age.
The middle aged man doesn't stress himself out and usually keeps a very grounded and level headed response to whatever he goes through. It's very rare to really shake this man up and the way to do it is by using his son. He has a keen eye for detail and is very precise and shows great detail to whatever he is working on or studying. He is very much a perfectionist and strives to make sure everything he does is perfect even though he never will be.
The probably biggest weakness, other than his son, would have to be girls. Mason is a sucker for a pretty face and he can't help but fall in a pretty girl's clutches quickly. He doesn't necessarily fall in love easily but he definitely does like to get to know a pretty girl on a more personal level if they are okay with it. However being a gentleman if he is told no or is shown any disinterest he will back off with apologies.
As I said, his biggest weakness is his son and Connor pretty much has his dad around his finger. Mason has a habit of being gullible to anyone he trusts, and since he trusts his child completely his son could tell him anything and most likely talk his dad into thinking it was the truth.
Traits
✧ Stable
✧ Level-Headed
✧ Meticulous
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Easily Infatuated
✦ Gullible To Those He Trusts
✦ Perfectionist
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Parents: Luke Parker (Father), Julia Parker (Mother)
Siblings: George Parker (Brother), Betty Merlott (Sister), James Merlott (Brother In-Law)
Other Family: Connor Parker (Son), Randy Parker (Nephew), @mikey (Nephew), Rachel Parker (Niece)
Important Others: Shelly Daniels (Ex-Wife)
History:
Mason Parker was the second born to Luke and Julia Parker. He grew up along with two siblings in the small town of Nacogdoches Texas. At a young age Mason showed remarkable intelligence and was always off reading instead of playing outside. When he did go outside he would be either mountain bike riding, hiking, rock climbing, or playing football. Football was the only time he had with his father and he cherished it. At a young age he got interested in psychology and after graduating high school he went off to college with the hopes of becoming a psychologist. When he was nineteen years old Mason decided to participate in a trial for a drug to study the psychology of people who try out new drugs. Without having permission to study it out right he had to actually participate in getting the drug, ultimately changing his life forever.
After graduation he moved to Los Angeles and joined the police force to act as a special forensic psychologist. He would get married around the age of twenty five and would have his one and only child around the age of twenty seven. However Mason and his wife weren't working out as she wanted someone more, she said someone more thrilling. Someone with more excitement, and unpredictability and they ended up getting a divorce when their son was only seven years old. She would remarry and when Mason's son, Connor, was ten he would get a new baby sister from his mother and step father.
Mason now just works and focuses on taking care of Connor. His life isn't all that thrilling, not even knowing he has a special ability... However that was all about to change.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
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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.
Ecclesiam 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.
Ecclesiam 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.
I (Mason Parker) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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