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Character's full name: Eoin Sluagh (P: Owen, SLOO-Ah)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Tombstone
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 10/26/2002
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: County Tyrone, Ireland
Nationality: Irish
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish Traveler

Appearance

Hair color and style: Eoin's hair is naturally ginger however he dyes it black. It's usually gelled upwards or left unkempt and messy. His hair looks as if it was cut with scissors (because it was).
Skin Tone: Pale and slightly freckled.
Eye Color: Eoin's eyes are a sickly green.
Height:6'0
Build: Skinny
Visible mutation: Eoin has markings on his forehead that look like scars. They're shaped like an X with a line running straight down the middle. When he is using his power the center of these scars lights up with a lime green glow, creating the illusion of the Third Eye.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Eoin pierced his own ear when he was a kid and currently keeps a nail in the hole. He has a dot on his arm from where he attempted to get a stick and poke tattoo but chickened out.
Other features: n/a

Everyday clothing style: Eoin wears whatever he has available. Currently that is a pair of hand me down patched jeans, a shoplifted denim vest, some t-shirt that used to be a shade of white and a pair of boots that he's been told he'll 'grow into' for about 6 years now.
Uniform: He doesn't have a uniform.
Sleepwear: Naked
Miscellaneous clothing: Eoin wears a faded golden band around his right middle finger. He has a locket with his picture as a baby with his mam. They both belonged to his Mammy.

Character

Personality: Eoin can come across as quite rude, mainly because he wasn't raised in polite society. He says what needs to be said even if it's awkward or a social taboo. His sense of humour is quite harsh and can be quite offensive, especially to Americans. He doesn't like to whinge and would rather try to fix what's wrong with him rather than moan about it. He's also not afraid to scrap if he thinks somebody needs to be shut up the old fashioned way. He's not a fan of being told what he can or can't do but does understand there's a difference between someone being a leader and somebody being bossy. He doesn't let anyone get away with talkin' smack about his Mammy. And he talks. A lot.

He doesn't have a traditional education so he can come across as quite stupid but what he lacks in book smarts he makes up for in street smarts. Atleast, he used to. American streets are much different than the little towns and roads he's used to. In terms of humans vs mutants, he doesn't know what to think. He was experiencing life as a Pariah before he developed his powers so he's never known the difference. He doesn't know if he thinks mutants are superior to humans or vice versa and will try to avoid the subject if it's brought up.

Hobbies/ Interests: Eoin likes sport, exploring, seeing new things and places. He has never had a television before so watching the TV doesn't come naturally to him but he does find it fascinating. It can be quite macabre but he is fascinated with Death and it's trappings, like where do we go when die and what happens. Eoin loves chit chattin' and will talk anyone's ear off if they'd let him.

Job or part time job and description: Eoin is unemployed.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Eoin is scared of heights and deep water. He is worried he may never find somewhere to call home again and that his mutation may make him an outcast forever.
Special talents: Eoin's thick accent sometimes allows him to talk about someone right infront of their face. Especially effective on Americans who haven't heard an irish traveler speak before. He's also well versed in the art of shop lifting.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Not nasty not nice. Maybe leaning more towards good because he'd help someone else if he was able to, but he's not gonna tear himself up if he can't.

Mutations

Mutation description: Reanimation - Eoin has the ability to reanimate corpses and dead things as Zombies. Eoin achieves this by splitting of a small portion of this own life force into the corpse, bestowing it with a foul mimicry of life. Because the life force donated is his own, the corpse obeys his commands. Any zombie that Eoin has created has a glowing green dot in the centre of it's forehead, creating the illusion of a 'Third Eye' - matching the one of Eoin's own forehead.

Strengths:

Obedient - Because they are restored by his own life force the zombies become an extension of Eoin's own will and usually do exactly as they are told, as best they are able to do it. If he gives them a command the zombies won't stop until either the task is fulfilled, they are given a new order or they are destroyed.

Dead-termination - The Zombies cannot feel pain and are capable of functioning with much, much less of their body than a living person requires - allowing them to shrug off some devastating attacks. For example, shooting one of the Zombies in the chest is not going to invoke a reaction beyond a minor stagger. Even with their bodies cut in half they will try to fulfil their orders. They are relentless.

Power of the Dead - Zombies are not stronger than humans, however they do not suffer from the same limitations our brains put on our bodies. For example take the fact that a human jaw could bite through a finger like it was a carrot but our brains won't let us - zombies do not have that problem and will be more than happy to snap, twist and devour anything they're told to.

Corpse Whisperer - If a body is fresh enough (a few days maximum) and has enough of it's brain intact, Eoin can make it speak and can ask it simple questions. The corpse may reply in 2-3 word answers. Doing this causes the zombie's brain matter to rapidly dissolve and it will become unresponsive to questions after the second one.

Weaknesses and Limitations:

States of Decay - A fresh corpse is going to be much stronger, faster and durable than some rotting old cadaver however a fresh corpse requires much more of Eoin's life force to reanimate because he has to force any scraps of the dead person's life force that may still be clinging to the corpse. A brand new, fresh corpse is the strongest thrall that Eoin can have but it is the most costly. On the flip side, incredibly decayed corpses and even skeletons are much easier for Eoin to reanimate, with him being capable of having up to a dozen of them, however they are much slower, weaker and brittle than a fresh body. Quality vs Quantity.

Headshots? Classic - The glowing green circle on the zombie's forehead is the focus point for Eoin's lifeforce. While the zombies are capable of functioning with most of their bodies destroyed, if you were to destroy the head or, more specifically, the green dot, then the lifeforce puppeteering the body almost instantly disperses in a puff of green smoke, causing the body to fall lifeless once again.

Rapid Decomposition - From the second Eoin's life force enters a body, the process of decomposition starts accelerating. The process of a human body turning into mulch usually takes atleast three weeks. Any body, regardless of current state of decay, will completely disintegrate into bones and mulch within an hour of Eoin taking control of it.

Lifeforce Leash - The process of rapid decomposition speeds up exponentially depending on how far away from Eoin the cadavers get. If they are within 50 feet of him then they decay at the standard rate of one hour, but 60 feet and it'll take half an hour. 70 feet and it'll take 15 minutes. 80 feet and it'll take 7.5 minutes, etc. If he were to create a zombie and tell it to move as far away from him as it could, you'd get a very fascinating display of a body undergoing full decomposition in seconds.

Life Lender - Because of the fact that Eoin is donating his own life force to the corpses, the more zombies he creates the weaker he gets. His eyes become sunken, his skin becomes pale, his eyes begin to go bloodshot. He will become frail, unable to stand upright, cough up blood, get migraines, start going blind, etc. Fortunately, as the zombies perish one by one, the life force slithers back into his body and these ill effects dissipate fairly quickly. He doesn't know what would happen if he tried to donate all of his life force to something and he isn't eager to find out either.

Orders - Eoin can give his zombies simple, one word commands psionically such as 'Kill' or 'Wait' but anything more complex will require him to speak to them out loud.

Man vs Beast - While all humans take roughly the same amount of lifeforce to bring back as zombies (with variation limited to it's State of Decay), Animals are different. The decomposition of an animal matters much less when it comes to reanimation and instead Size plays a much more important factor. For example, if Eoin were to bring back a large animal like a bear it would take pretty much all of the reserves he can safely give and weaken him immensely, but bringing back a small bird or critter will take barely anything. Animals brought back this way share the same Headshot, Decomposition and Leash weaknesses as humans and are unable to follow more complex commands, limited to simple one word orders such as 'Kill' 'Protect' 'Hide' etc.

The Hateful Dead - While Eoin normally has control over his cadavers, if he becomes emotionally distressed, panicked or angry, the undead will begin to reflect that, panicking and becoming aggressive to anything and anyone nearby, including Eoin, until he manages to get his emotions back under control.

Mutations - Even if Eoin reanimates a mutant he cannot access their mutant abilities via their corpse. They will function exactly the same as a regular human's body would UNLESS their mutation is inheritly physical. For example a mutant with steel skin, if made a zombie, will retain their steel skin, but a pyrokinetic or telekinetic mutant will not be able to use those abilities as a Zombie.


Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: While not stronger than your average person, Eoin is certainly faster and has better reflexes from growing up fighting.
Fighting Style: Eoin was taught that in a fight there's no right and wrong there's only a winner and a loser. He was taught how to keep his hands up and how to block/when to hit. He's definitely not above fighting dirty either, whether it's keys between the fingers or a boot to the groin.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Eoin tends to be overly aggressive in fights, often leaving himself exposed. His willingness to fight dirty usually gives him an advantage.

History Of Your Character
Eoin was born in Co. Tyrone in Ireland to a family of Irish Travelers. Nomads who travel across the nation in fleets of caravans, rarely staying in the same place for more than a month, and usually getting hassled by the natives due to their reputation as thieves and liars. He was born to his mother Siobhan and father Cavan.

Eoin got on fairly well with the other kids, despite the inevitable fighting and bickering. They were all family, even if it wasn't by blood. He and his friends were always getting into trouble either with their parents or with the townsfolk when they decided to go to the shops and shoplift or generally cause a ruckus. Eoin's mammy died when he was just a wean.

Things continued like that for a while, until Eoin turned 16. He'd always been a bit of a sensitive sap no matter how much his daddy tried to toughen him up. He was in the town causing trouble as always when he saw a bird try to fly out of the path of a car but instead it flew directly into the front of it and was catapulted onto the sidewalk, lifeless. He ran over to it and picked it up, cradling it in his hands. Poor wee 'ting he thought, and held it a little tighter. He felt a strange burning sensation in his forehead and when he opened his eyes he noticed a weird green smoke passing from his hands into the tiny pigeon's body. He gasped and scurried backwards and watched as the dead Pigeon got up and unnaturally snapped it's neck back into position. It began flapping it's wings and took off, albeit it shakily, and flew into the air. That was when he looked around and noticed that he'd amassed a bit of an audience.

Eoin was chased back to camp that day by scared humans throwing bricks and such. His clan asked him what the hell he did, assuming he'd picked a fight or something. He told them what happened, and they didn't believe him. What happened to your head ye' daft bastard his dad asked, and Eoin touched his forehead. It felt... weird. He looked in a mirror and saw the strange scars forming an X in the center of his forehead. He thought of his mother, and held her locket tight. She would've believed him.

Eoin was subjected to mockery for the next few months, his clan deciding that he'd been chased because he'd started a fight and that's why he had the scars too. That was until one of their dogs died. Aye why don't we just get wee Eoin to bring him back they joked. Eoin wanted to show them he wasn't a liar. He went to visit the dog's body before they buried it, closed his eyes and just like with the bird, he felt his forehead burning. He suddenly felt weak and his knees buckled forcing him to grab onto the table to stop himself falling. That was when he felt hot breath and a tongue licking his nose. He opened his eyes and there he was, standing like nothing had happened. Before Eoin could stop him the dog ran out the doors to the shocked gasps and yelling of everyone.

Originally the reception was warm. He'd brought back their doggy. But, as the seconds turned to minutes, the mood rapidly changed. The doggy, despite maintaining it's chipper demeaner, rapidly rotted before their eyes. It's biology unstable. Before long their pooch was nothing but mulch and after that, nobody looked at him anymore. Atleast they believed him now.

Eoin spent the next few months as a Pariah in his own clan. Nobody wanted to speak with him, he ate alone. His own father sometimes struggled to look at him. They didnt really understand what he was. A witch? A monster? Some of them had heard the word mutant but honestly didn't know what they were or what it meant.

When they came back to the place where they'd buried his Mammy, Eoin snuck out at night to go and visit her grave. They always buried their dead in the same place, illegally obviously, but nobody would dig them up. He sat infront of her homemade headstone, surrounded by a few others. Holding her locket, he cried gently, saying that he wished she was here. That was when he felt his forehead burning and opened his eyes to see the green smoke seeping from his body, into the dirt and before he could stop it, It spread out across the soil like worms and bled into the filthy ground. He felt weak and fell back on his elbows. That was when the ground burst. Seven or Eight corpses, in various states of decay, all began scrambling through the dirt. A hand pierced the soil above his mother's grave and grabbed onto his ankle.

Eoin panicked and screamed, which seemed to stir the dead into a frenzy. He kicked furiously to try and free himself but one by one more of the zombies grabbed him. That was when he heard a gunshot and one of them fell dead (again). He heard yelling, screaming and more gunshots while he lay curled up crying. He must've slept because when he opened his eyes again the sickly blue sky of early morning light was pouring over him. The corpses were all laid out ontop of their graves waiting to be re-buried.

He laid there for atleast another hour, staring into his mammy's face. Even though it was mostly... not there... he could still tell it was her. He made his way back into the caravan and saw that they were all mostly packed, ready to leave. He couldn't even speak before his dad dragged him into their caravan and explained the situation. Most in the clan wanted to kill him for what he'd done, some had been severely injured during the battle with the dead not to mention the mental trauma. Eoin couldn't stay with them, for both his and their own safety.

His father revealed that he'd been doing research ever since the Dog incident and learned about something called the X-Men and their Mansion. They'd been mailing each other back and forth and said that if things got any worse they'd agree to take him and keep him safe. Eoin didn't exactly want to go, but his father did not give him a choice.

Eoin traveled with the clan to the nearest town with an Airport when the paperwork got arranged. And so he was left to experience and entirely new world, new reality, on his own. Truely on his own, for the first time.

It scared him half to death.

Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Homewrecker
Where did you learn about this site?: google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Elliot Kirby
Sample RP:

"No ya dafty 'am tryina find 'te Gate turty tree!"

The airport custodian stared at him with a blank expression. Eoin stared back. "Um, sir, if you could just maybe give me your ticket and let me see?" Eoin grumbled and handed the ticket to him. "Yes, you need to go to gate thirty three." The man smiled back, thinking he was being helpful.

"And wher' da feck is that? Why'dyou even have gates? Do 'a have 'te go outside again, is 'at where 'you 'keep yer' gates?"

Eoin could tell the man's brain was doing overtime, trying to work out what exactly this raggedy boy was trying to tell him. "Gate thirty three is, up the stairs and then you follow the hallway until you see the number thirty three..."

"Could ya do 'us a wee favour and draw 'us a turty tree on a napkin or somethin' for us. Ta'."



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Eoin walked with determination, his dirty backpack over both shoulders and a napkin with the number '33' scrawled on it clutched tightly in hand. He could feel people staring at him but he was used to it. Bloody townies. Act like they've never seen anything like him before. Along the hallway of the airport were windows the height of houses and Eoin gazed, astonished. But then he noticed something and pressed his entire face and two hands against the glass. Where the feck was the water? It was a port right? And then he saw it. A white, bird shaped machine zoomed past going faster than anything he'd ever seen, before it ascended into the sky, putting the 'Air' in Airport."Holy f***!" He exclaimed outloud, resulting in some people covering their children's ears. "Did 'chu see 'dat?!' he exclaimed to nobody in particular 'It just... it just went into t' air! How the feck??"

Eoin stayed at the glass for what felt like hours, watching the metal birds come and go, until a voice on the tannoy announced final boardings for Gate 33. It took him a moment before he remembered that that was him. He scanned the gate numbers until he saw the one that matched his napkin cheat sheet and joined the back of the queue. He began chatting. "Did 'chu see the things they can do? They just fly, like birds? It's feckin mental and did you see...' The woman infront of him turned and nodded politely.

Boarding passes scanned and boarding began. '...how do they even do it?? Now i've seen 'em in the sky before but i figured they were some of them there rocket ships or suttin but i never....'

Everyone was seated. The woman too polite to interupt. '...I mean, is it even allowed? do they not get hit wit' t' rain and the lightnin'? Is it not dangerous like...'

He talked through the safely presentation and required help fascining his fancy airplane seatbelt. He was sitting forward, excited. 'So how does it happen does it flap it's wee wings or wh-' Suddenly the plane kicked into gear and he was immediately pinned back into his seat. His never ending, excitable prattling was quickly cut short by him choking on his own sentence before it changed into his screaming and muttering something about God's forgiveness

Everyone on the plane sighed in unison. It was going to be a long flight.