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Basic Subject Information
SUBJECT NAME: Deacon Steuart Rice
KNOWN ALIAS: Deacon, Deac
SHIFTING ANIMAL: Black flying fox
Psychological Evaluation and Background
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: ...Yes please? No. He's pretty closeted about it really. He hasn't 'come out' as anything other than himself... He isn't likely to either because he likes just going with the flow. He's affectionate to most everyone, there really is no line.
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Adventurous and energetic; Pioneering and courageous; Enthusiastic and confident; Dynamic and quick-witted; Imaginative and sensitive; Compassionate and kind; Selfless and unworldly; Intuitive and sympathetic
Escapist and idealistic; Secretive and vague; Weak-willed and easily led; Selfish and quick-tempered; Impulsive and impatient; Foolhardy and daredevil; Intractable and contrary; Perverse and unpredictable; Unemotional and detached; Chaotic and rebellious
Deac is the full embodiment of extremes and intensity. He is a very deep, intense person, there is always more than meets the eye. He presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. Deac has a very penetrative mind, do not be surprised if he asks questions, it is his way of delving deeper and figuring things out. He always wants to know why, where and any other possible detail he can possibly know. He gets very weary of the games that other people try to play and remains very canny to them. He tends to dominate and control anyone that lets him. The person that Deacon respects and holds close to him is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity. On the outside, he has great secretiveness and mystery. This magnetically draws people to him. He is known to be controlling and too ambitious but only because of his need for control... it is this that makes him feel safe.
This is an extremely ambitious, cheeky, humorous, and persistent man... perhaps even determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because he will work for what he wants and control will justify his reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. This man never gives up, he is so determined to reach his goal. The key to his success is his flexibility. Deac is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes him very adaptable and versatile. He is considered a fierce competitor, which combined with his powers of observation and his excellent memory, he will recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. He will win justly, with proper facts and arguments to support his thoughts and opinions. He is excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and he is just as capable of manipulating for his own, albeit perceived, greed and benefit.
At the end of the day he is very misunderstood. He is all about intensity and, indeed... contradictions. He likes to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, figuring this out with his probing mind. He is very capable of hiding his true feelings and motivations, he often has ulterior motives or a hidden agenda. Deacon seems to be all about control. To be out of control is very threatening, even dangerous to the his psyche, when he is in control, he feels safe. He is very emotional, his emotions are intensified, both good and bad. Negative emotions of jealousy and resentment are hallmarks of his turbulent personality. On the other side, he is well known for his forceful and powerful drive to succeed and his amazing dedication. Deacon is constantly trying to understand his emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life.
He is incredibly intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive, he has a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the human mind. He has a fear of failure which he tends to keep hidden extremely well, should his confrontation not be successful, or his career fail, he will simply use his adaptive skill to quickly move and leave the bad experience behind. Do not ever expect him to fess up or share his tale with anyone however because this shows signs of weakness and Deacon... always wins. He is very wary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain his trust and this builds up over time. Once all the 'trust tests' have been passed, he loves deeply and intensely. Underneath the cool exterior, energies and emotions are constantly flowing but this man deals with this by channelling it into useful activities, hobbies, relationships or a career. This is never apparent to the outside observer but knowing this fact explains why Deac is so passionate about whatever it is that he is undertaking. He has powerful instincts and he trusts his own gut feeling- another reason why he seldom fails.
He is unlike any other man, he is one of a kind- and that isn’t an overestimation. He is so unique that a seperate section is needed to explain about dating him. Unlike most other men, what it's like to date Deac is a complete chapter in itself. He presents a strong masculine, sexual force. Whilst he is easy to seduce and take home for the night, it is much harder to form a real relationship with him. Deac is very sensitive and feels lonely and unfulfilled, but he will never let a woman know this. Behind closed doors, be sensitive and affectionate to him appeal to his emotions only if you want a close relationship with him do not attempt to lead him on because he will see this and never forgive you. Toying with him is an unwise move. He will be jealous and possessive and will never allow a woman to control him. Let him take the lead he is truly a fascinating person, you can never go wrong when he is planning the night! He is very moody and his moods change like a pendulum on a clock. Stand by his side in these times and it will pass. Do not nag on him for he has a hard enough time understanding his own emotions. He makes an excellent protector and you will always feel safe under his radiating, passionate and energetic power.
He was born and raised in Doolin, Ireland. His father was a doctor, and his mother was an ultrasonographer in the same hospital. Suffice to say, they met at work and enjoyed each other's company so much that they tied the knot and thusly spend every waking moment together. Sickening, really. They were a couple so very in love with one another. Best friends and lovers to boot. They would, eventually, have four children. Three of which would evaporate before the youngest made any sort of impact on the world. The youngest, being Deacon.
Sadly, when Deacon was 5 years old, his mother died. Deac's dad took the whole situation very hard. It was a visible pain, something so deeply affecting that it was like the light of day was swallowed by the hollowness of those eyes of his. Deac was terrified, not only had he lost his mother but his father had, quite literally, had his heart shattered in the process of loss. His father turned to the bottle at this point, though the transition from normality to raging alcoholic was a slow one, it happened nonetheless. Deacon was left to fend for himself most nights with his father returning to the family home in the wee hours of the morning, bottles smashing and keys fumbled to turn in the progressively rusting lock of the front door.
When Deacon turned 8, his father seemed to reach a boiling point, whereupon he snapped. He beat his youngest son within an inch of his life and then turned on him with a kitchen knife. After stabbing him four times, Deacon's oldest brother snapped and managed to push him off and hit, and kick him until the raging animal lost consciousness. Kennedy, Deacon's oldest brother, had the presence of mind to call an ambulance and held his little brother whilst he literally bled to death.
Deacon survived this trauma, and whilst he pretends he doesn't remember anything about the incident, he in reality remembers every squalid detail and he is haunted by it, even now. Deacon was snatched away by his uncle (on his mother's side) who was unmarried and had no children. His three older siblings, quite literally vanished off the face of the planet, and he hasn't heard from them since. He would later realize, just why.
Uncle Fletch (Fletcher Mahoney), was a technician. He never really let Deac into exactly what he was a technician for, but it was obviously something important. He'd go out early in the morning and return late afternoon, usually with some strange tale or other to tell his young nephew. There were days when Deacon really didn't much fancy going to school, so Fletch would take him to work with him. His uncle worked in this incredible place with a huge dome in the distance. There were bustling labs, clean white work spaces and line upon line of glinting test tubes. All fascinating for a pubescent boy with an interest in the medical world, of course.
Deacon was the perfect 'student' for Fletch. He never asked questions, and he never spoke to anyone unless he was spoken to first. Though he might have had a rather unrelenting curious streak that bordered on mischievous, he never got himself into any tight spots that necessitated his Uncle stepping in, in his professional capacity. Until the eve of his 21st birthday... which although somewhat cliche, was actually the reason that he ended up becoming a, quite literal, lab-rat.
He stole his Uncle's swipe card that evening, from the fruit bowl where it was normally stowed in the middle of the dining room table. He trooped down with a couple of friends, presumably to experience the sort of adrenaline rush that only trespassing could invoke. Security was tighter than a pair of drainpipe jeans, but they managed to get in very almost undetected. It wasn't until they were picked up on CCTV cameras crossing the threshold between lab and viewing area that they were caught.
Of course, the increased heart rate, the sudden burst of adrenaline, they all contributed to a situation that only got worse as time ticked sluggishly on. Deac shifted in an explosive flurry of panic and flapping membranous wings. His friends shrieked with shock and the security guards wasted no time in stunning him to the point where he dropped like a stone out of the air and landed in a fizzling, smoking heap of dazed flying fox, wings sprawled and heart fighting hard against a sudden surge of electricity that coursed his body. There was one thing that he would always remember about that moment in time and it wouldn't be the excruciating pain of turning that first time, or the sudden physiological changes he experienced, or the panic and shock... it was the smell of singed hair. It is something that, even to this day, causes his stomach to flip.
He was boxed and locked up. He didn't see his friends again, nor did he see his Uncle after the incident. All he saw was three concrete walls, a cold and unforgiving floor and a double thick reinforced glass sliding door that made his enclosure something of an exhibit. He was hauled out early in the morning, dragged semi-conscious down corridors lit with obnoxious neon strip-lighting. The echoing of machinery. The groaning of pipes and the incessant dripping of the stale water that trickled down the walls into puddles that never seemed to shift or change in size. There would forever be that stagnant, musty quality to the air that, oddly, he welcomed at the end of the day because it would mean he could curl up in a ball in the corner of his cell for eight solid hours and try to forget what had happened to him.
There was repetition. This whole process continued for four years or so. He'd seen people arrive panicked and leave without so much as a warning. Quite why he'd been over-looked was a mystery to him. He'd initially thought that it was the keeper's way of belittling him, of making him consider the point that he really didn't matter in the scheme of things. Then, having had the time to mull this over, his mind had come to the conclusion that they were trying to foster a degree of fight in their subject, lest he be released and unable to fend for himself. That was, perhaps, too altruistic to be fact, but it was a thought that he plucked from the ether and held onto with all of his might.
So, when he was bundled into the back of the jeep, hessian bag over his head and plastic ties around his ankles and wrists so tight that they bled, he went willingly and quietly. Safe in the knowledge that should he ever come into contact with a Keeper again... it'd be a taste of their own medicine he'd be offering.
Physical attributes and characteristics
FACE CLAIM: Bobby Hicks
HEIGHT: 5ft 10"
BODY BUILD: This is a tall man. Not above average, but then... not below it either. Slender and broad shouldered but not with the bulk of muscle of an individual who enjoys physical activity to its fullest extent. This of course doesn't mean he isn't strong, his strength lies in lean sinews that are well toned and highly trained. He's athletic, but may appear somewhat scrawny on the outset. Light weight, and nimble... most likely due to low profile muscling.
HAIR: His hair is wild. The sort of hair that never behaves. Its a very dark, almost black... brown. Curly and wavy in ways that pretty much cause it to tangle back on itself at any given opportunity. It is, however, usually cropped short so the tangle is tamed somewhat.
EYES: A pair of the clearest blue eyes. A blue that can sometimes appear to be green, or grey depending on his mood it would seem. Dotted with cool silver slivers that skirt the pupil as a sheen of metallic colour when the light is caught within them. They are honest, and sincere if a little cold at times.
SKIN COLOR: Caucasian, a few freckles here and there but otherwise a milky tone that doesn't actually burn.
APPAREL: He tends to favor flannel shirts, usually plaid and indeed the one that he was shipped off with happens to be a blue one. He has a pair of jeans; a pair of beaten up black leather boots; finger-less gloves; a grey vest; a white t-shirt; and an old leather jacket. Not to mention a particularly garish sweater that he stole from some unsuspecting individual's washing line.
ANYTHING EXTRA: Whilst he might, on occasion, look like a bulldog chewing a wasp, if you smile at him... that expression tends to break. He has a tendency to scowl, simply because it is his default expression. He has a VERY personal piercing which very few people have seen, and his blood type (A) and date of birth tattooed at the base of his neck... just in case (amongst a plethora of other ink stains that etch his skin).
ANIMAL SHIFT: Black Flying Fox -- The black flying fox, Pteropus alecto, is a megabat in the family Pteropodidae. Members of the genus Pteropus include the largest bats in the world. The Pteropus genus has currently about 57 recognised species. The genus is primarily an island taxon, with 55 species having some or all of their distribution on islands.
The black flying fox has short black hair with a contrasting reddish-brown mantle, and a mean forearm length of 164 mm (6.46 in) and a mean weight of 710 g (1.57 lb). It is one of the largest bat species in the world, and has a wingspan of more than 1 m.
PARENTS: Oliver Rice (Father - Flying Fox Shifter); Sophia Rice (Mother - Pipistrelle Shifter)
BIRTHPLACE: Doolin, Ireland
Who are you?
OOC NAME: Soupdragon
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OTHER ACCOUNTS: Bennett, Elijah, Fitch, Emery...
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: Bunni-Fufu. Its all her fault... ._.