eric mcclain

[eric mcclain]

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THE BASICS
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IS IS BRIGHT WHERE YOU ARE?

001. NAME• Eric Oliver McClain
002. NICKNAME• None
003. AGE•21
005. BIRTHDATE• May 17, 1989.
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Paris, France

THE APPEARANCE
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AND HAVE THE PEOPLE CHANGED?

001. YOUR PLAY BY• Chace Crawford
002. GENERAL APPEARANCE•Eric is 6'3" and 195lbs. He has brown hair that goes a little bit past his ears and bangs that go to about the beginning of his nose. He has emerald green eyes. He dresses in tight skinny jeans and tight tshirts.
003. NOTABLE FEATURES, BODY MODIFICATION, OR SCARS• Eric has a tattoo of a moon under his right eye.

THE PERSONALITY
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DOES IT MAKE YOU HAPPY YOU'RE SO STRANGE?

001. LIKES•

• Girls
  
• Money
  
• Tattoos
  
• Walks on the beach
  
• Parties
  
• His cell phone
  
• His iPod touch
  
• Writing
  

002. DISLIKES•

• Vampires
  
• Humans
  
• Preppy people
  
• Sitting at home, alone
  
• Staying at one place for too long
  
• Men who thinks they overpower everyone
  
• Abusive people
  
• Oranges
  

003. SEXUAL ORIENTATION• Straight
004. SPECIFIC MORALS• Eric will NEVER hit a woman, ever. He follows Wiccan.
005. POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS•

• Affectionate
  
• Devoted
  
• Courageous
  
• Caring
  
• Focused
  
• Determined
  
• Persistent
  
• Mature
  
• Serious
  
• Responsible
  

006. NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS•

• Jealous
  
• Selfish
  
• Self-centered
  
• Self-Satisfied
  
• Secretive
  
• Unforgiving
  
• Controlling
  
• Ego-centric
  
• Vain
  
• Pretentious
  

THE HISTORY
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AND IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR I HOLD SECRETS FLAME.

001. PARENT ONE• Sara Miller, deceased, Nurse
002. PARENT TWO• Malcom McClain, 56, Doctor
003. SIBLINGS•Rachel, 13. Mark, 17.
004. CHILDREN• None.
005. PETS• German Sheppard named Jonathan.
006. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

On May 17, 1989, Eric Oliver McClain came into the world. Without a doubt, the boy was spoiled. He was Malcom and Sara's first kid. And to make things even better, he was a boy! They spoiled the little kid rotten. By the age of 3, he had every toy on the market plus ones that hadn't even come out in stores yet. When Eric was 5 years old, he started kindergarden at a private school. The most expensive private school in Paris.
Being the most richest kid in school wasn't the greatest for Eric. He was bullied quite often. Kids called him richie rich and spoiled boy. Any names they could think of to put him down. But when Eric turned 13, he hit a huge growth spurt. By the age of 13, Eric was 6 feet tall. His features started to grow in too. His eyes turned an emerald green and his hair grew thick and glossy. All the girls fell for him, but Eric wouldn't go for any of them. Especially the girls he went to elementary and middle school with. It was his revenge on them for picking on him.
When Eric was 14, his parents split. They both worked at the same hospital and just weren't getting along. Malcom bossed Sara around all the time and said she was never home enough for the kids.(Malcom worked days, Sara worked nights). When Eric was 16, his mother got remarried to Alex Miller. Eric despised the guy from the very beginning. He always yelled at Eric and his siblings, telling them that they were horrible children and he hated taking care of them while their mom worked. Eric always yelled back and was hit with a belt across the face quite often. The thing that hit Eric's sore spot the most was that Alex beat his mother. He hit her every night she came home a minute late from what she said she'd be home, calling her a cheating slut and that he never should have married her. He yelled at her for cooking dinner late or for going somewhere without telling him first.
Once day when Eric was 18, he came home late from work to find his mother and stepdad fighting. He thought of it as just a normal thing and went upstairs. He was writing a report for school when he heard a slam, crash, and thud. Eric threw his pencil down and ran into the living room. There he saw his mother laying, dead, bleeding. Alex was nowhere to be found. At his mothers funeral, Eric swore to take revenge on his mom and make sure any man or woman who abused their spouse would pay. The night of Eric's funeral he laid next to his mother's grave. He couldn't leave her side. Not yet. She needed him. He felt that deep inside. He just began to fall asleep when he heard a howl. Before he knew it, a wolf was standing before him. It wasn't a normal wolf. It was HUGE. Like three dogs put together. Eric scrambled up but it was too late. The wolf launched towards him and grabbed him by the shoulder. Eric's scream shattered the silent air. Eric woke up, still next to his mothers grave. He looked around for the wolf, but there weren't even tracks to be seen.

THE PLAYER
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WE CAN WATCH THE WORLD DEVOURED IN ITS PAIN.

My name is Gael, and I've been the walking dead for 19 years, and I've been grave robbing for 2 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Google and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• (Any other comments you want to shoot forward to staff, put it here. Also, please be sure you've removed any text within the parenthesis!)
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
The door slammed opened. Eric crouched in his corner, his eyes glued to the newly opened door. He watched as a woman walked out backwards, her hands over her face, crying and babbling. Eric's eyes narrowed as he watched the door more. After the woman came a man, a tall man. He looked about 6'5" and a good 220lbs. Eric's eyes stayed on the man. The man yelled something at the woman. The woman started walking back faster than BAM he slapped the woman hard across the face. A small grin came across Eric's face. Just what he was waiting for.
Eric jumped up from his position behind the bush. "HEY YOU!" he screamed at the man. The man turned from the crying woman to Eric. His eyes wide, sweat dripping down his face. The look of pure anger in his face. "Go away you little twerp. Mind your own business." "My own business?" Eric let out a laugh. "I think it's MY business when I see you hitting such a beautiful young lady." "What are you talking about, boy? You didn't see shit!" Another laugh slipped out from between Eric's lips. He shook his head. "You poor fool." he whispered.
Eric ran towards the man, his right hand balled into a fist, before the man could even react, Eric dove his balled fist right into his nose. The minute the guy hit the ground, Eric jumped on him. He held the guy down with one arm, and beat him with the other. The woman screamed and ran into the house. Eric kept swinging at the man till the man, himself, started to cry. Eric stopped, stood up, and stared at the man on the ground. "Next time I see you hit your woman, it will be you buried in that graveyard." With that, Eric turned and walked away.
Eric grinned to himself as he walked down the dark streets of Paris, France. He looked down at his fist. It was still covered in blood. He grinned even bigger as he stared at the blood. He looked up at the moon and smiled. "I promised I'd watch out for them, Mom." A sharp pain ran threw his chest as he thought about him seeing his mom dead on the floor. He clenched his fists and jaw together. "I swear if Alex EVER crosses my path, he'll be a dead man." he whispered under his breath. Eric continued walking down the dark streets. He was just about home when he heard a scream. A huge smile crossed his lips. "Here we go again..." He said as he turned around and walked towards the scream.

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[Ellie]

Sorry, he's a little too Gary Stu-ish (male Mary Sue), therefore, not accepted.