Individual Character's full name: Eion Darragh Byrm
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable)Gender: Male
Age: 30
Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) November 18, 1982
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Irish
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Dublin Ireland
AppearanceHair color and style: Brown, short
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10
Build: Aesthetically lean athletic
Visible mutation: (if applicable) NA
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Ears, left eyebrow
Other features: fluctuating goatee
Everyday clothing style: Jeans, T-shirt, kilt
Uniform: (if applicable) none
Sleepwear: Wouldn't you like to know, classified information left for lovers only to know
Miscellaneous clothing: none
CharacterPersonality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Eion is a hopeless romantic. Walking on the beach at sunrise or sunset, candle lit dinners, or standing outside your window wooing with his tender voice. If you are lucky, he might even pluck your heart strings! Not a man of many words, he is very vocal with his facial expressions or better through his music. Eion is a firm believer in hand lotion, and lots of it. His finger tips might be calloused, but the rest of his hands are softer then a baby's behind. Eion cleans up really well and looks striking in just about anything he might put on, kilts look really good on him, like REALLY good. He isn't the center of attention but tends to work in the background. He would rather sing back up then be shoved into the spot light, this could be a primary reason why he never went professional with his music even though he has the talent for it.
Hobbies/ Interests: Eion plays the guitar and several other string instruments. If it has strings, Eion is into it. Music is an extension of his body. He also enjoys playing Ping Pong, Golf and Go-Carts.
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable) Eion is currently working in the science labs of R.G. (Revelation Genesis) under the division called the R.G.G.M. project concentrating on genetics. (Revelation Genesis Genetic Mutations) His work is controversial, and will tell a white lie to avoid heated arguments. A job is a job and if it pays the bills then it is fine by him. What he works with, well its not something people want to know about, something that makes the stomach churn and send chills to your bones. His company might be dancing on a fine line, but what the government doesn't know can't hurt them.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Eion is terrified of squirrels, there is something about the way the run about on the ground, climb up things and run out in front of moving cars that isn't right. Since Eion is a musician, he takes very good care of his hands and tends to fret over their condition. He is concerned of the possible risks of carpal tunnel or any other medical conditions that might impair his musical talents. A constant worry for Eion is the snapping of one of his strings during a gig, there is nothing worse then having to feel the snap under your fingertips or have a wire slap you in the face if your really digging into the fretboard up close.
Special talents: (not related to mutation) Eion is very musical. With a guitar under his finger tips, he can play music which swoons, entrances and marvels. In some ways, it can be said that Eion speaks better through music then from his own lips. His fingers don't just make magic on the fretboard but he has yet to find a women whom has complained about his workings.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain) Undefined. Eion lives in a world of morally gray. His intentions could be interpreted on either side of the fence. It is never really clear where he stands on a subject for long, there is always the dirty work that needs to be done and someone to clean up the messes....
MutationsMutation description:AdaptedStrengths: Full null in 9.5ft circumference
Weaknesses: Not a mutant
Fighting Style Explanation: Good old fashion bar fight style. Break a bottle of beer, use a bar stool or just get someone so sloshed they pass out in their own stupidity. For the most part Eion goes with getting the person drunk method. To think, people say niceness cannot be harmful, how very wrong they are.
Pros for fighting style: People like to get intoxicated and do it so easily.
Cons for fighting style: Can make a paycheck vanish very quickly.
Faction Allegiance The X-men/ The Order/ The NYPD/ Unaffiliated
All new characters start as unaffiliated. Joining a faction can be established through in character RPing. You don't ever need to be affiliated with one of the factions.
History Of Your Character:
Please write the history of your character and explain when they discovered (if applicable) their power(s).From the land of Green and Leprechauns, Eion was born in 1982 in Dublin Ireland. The fourth child out of seven, Eion experienced the joys and sorrows of being an older brother and a younger brother. Heavily intertwined with the music in his native land, his first jobs included playing in pubs. With the guidance of his siblings and parents, he did come to the realization that he couldn't support himself with music his whole life. Thankfully, Eion enjoyed science heavily and moved out to the United States of America to attend University. Enjoying the States, the quest for duel citizenship became his goal.
Don't dare ask Eion about how many girlfriends he has had, there seems to be bad luck in divulging that information. Dating never turns into anything long term even though his personality would beg to differ. The accent attracts, the job deters, life just seems to be polar opposites for the man. Even though Eion is a family man, he finds it important to be able to not only provide for himself but for others. A great catch for women, if they can ignore the moral gray aspects of science.
Between work and his musical endeavors, Eion takes classes to help him acquirer the ultimate goal of duel citizenship. The road is a bit bumpy at times, but his job can be demanding. A proud owner of a Green Card, Eion has no fear of being deported any time soon. He is a family man, but with age his family has been splitting apart to live in several different countries. A frequent flier, Eion tends to go on long vacations to visit different family members around the world.
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: (If you were referenced by a friend, what's their character's name?) Locke/Sledge
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Hokee
Sample RP:Please use the character you're applying for, not a character from another site.Living in the suburbs had its benefits along with the draw backs. The commute into work wasn't exactly horrible, but finding parking was rather impossible or a cause of bankruptcy. For that reason alone, not a lot of money had been dished into the black two door Pontiac Sunfire. With the paint job on the roof and hood of the car turning grey, there wasn't much aesthetically pleasing. With the center armrest sloshing about, due to the lack of screws holding it into place, Eion's elbow rocked back and forth with the turns in his car. Driving on the right side of the road was more natural now then when he had first moved to America, but one way streets did make that transition flow a bit easier. It was while driving through a school zone it happened....
A gray monster of horrible proportions, black beady eyes and teeth that could tear apart nuts. It was there, on the side of the road, just waiting to cause terror and horror to all. A real menace to society, the harbor of plots so diabolical that even puppies were drawn into acts of crime. It was there, staring down the black Pontiac Sunfire. Man vs the epitome of evil, car vs unexplainable speed, as much as he wished his abilities to nullify the unexplainable, there was no chance of that today.
The car slowed down until the stand off began. Anyone else with a bit of reason would have continued to cruise down the street, but this was not an option for Eion. The gray monster was to unpredictable to trust, something he didn't dare get near. With his foot on the break peddle, he did what any other respect man would do, rev the engine.
The gray and white tail twitched at this sound while its ears perked up to catch the direction of the disturbance. Turning its head quicker then a possessed soul during and exorcism, the pure black eyes met the roar of diesel power. Eion's fingers curled tighter around the steering wheel as his knuckles lost pigmentation. “I'm bigger then you....bigger and...” Sure he might be ten times the size of the monster at the side of the road, but that didn't change the intimidating presence of the beast. Heading straight for the car, the stride of four legs dashed about the pavement with dexterity Eion could only match with his fingers on the fretboard.
The flashing warning lights ahead required motor vehicles to slow down, and the other cars behind the black Pontiac expressed their view of stopping unacceptable. Brown eyes flashed into the rear view mirror as corners of his eyes twitched. He couldn't avoid it, he had to move forward. Another blare of a horn and curses that would send a sailor blushing could be heard over his own music playing in the background. A throb in his fingertips screamed for relief, but the knuckles continued to grip tighter then a vice. Ignoring the flashing lights, the accelerator crashed to the floor of the car as the back tires spin. It wasn't until the clunk under the car that the grip loosened. “Hasta la vista....squirrel.”
I am sorely tempted to make a giant anthropomorphic squirrel, and grant her with an infatuation with Eion.
