Reese E Deardon (Red)


Basic Information 

Birth Name (Name Guidelines): Reese Eric Deardon
Aliases: Red
Place of Birth: Thurso, Scotland
Age:(real and apparent) (see the age breakdown for vampires here, see the real/apparent age calculator for werewolves here) Actual – 30, gifted 21, looks 25.5
Male/Female: Male
Current Occupation: Piper, 4th in command
Past Occupation: (If different from above)


Hair Color: dark red
Length and Style: longish flat top, combed back
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: freckled Caucasian
Height: 6’4
Weight: 245
Nationality: Scottish
Race: (I.E. Vampire, Werewolf, human etc.) Werewolf
Body Type: thin, muscular
Wolf Form (Werewolf – please read first): deep, dark red, blue eyes

Description (if an NPC) or name of your creator/gifter(if a PC) ( Please be as specific as possible, who your creator/gifter was, why he chose to change you, where is he/she now?):

Red was gifted at a later than normal age by his biological father, a fourth cousin of the Jameson clan. He was raised by his mother and stepfather just outside the reach of the pack, but was not told about his heritage until he his second semester of his junior cycle at the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland.

Personal Questions

1. Describe your character’s personality

Ridiculously silly, charming, goofy.

2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger (I.E. typical dress, way they carry themselves etc.)

Vintage concert t-shirts, blue jeans, sneakers. He is the quintessential 80’s cool guy with the Trans Am

3.What does your character like?

Red loves the 80’s – the music, the movies, the lifestyle. He’d use a walkman if he could get away with it.

4. Dislike?

light beer

5. (For humans) Describe what abilities you see your character having if they were turned.

6. What are your fears? (please choose and explain 3 minimum)

Cockroaches – having been on a Piper mission in Madagascar, he had the misfortune of coming across a nest of the Madagascar hissing cockroaches. Well, more like fell in it. The other Pipers still tease him about his hysterical girl like screaming.

Commitment – his parents divorced when he was 5, and with most children of divorced families, Red had a hard time dealing with the separation from his father, thinking it was his fault. From what his mother told him later in life, she loved his father passionately, but there is a fine line between love and hate. Red never wants to feel that type of loss, so avoids long term relationship by sabotaging himself early on with a self fulling prophecy that it wouldn’t work out because he’s just not the marrying type.

Losing his thick, red hair – it’s a plausible fear! If he went bald, what would they call him? Kojak? The thought of losing his hair compels him to take care of his healthy main and is obsessed about it.

7. What is your character’s strengths and weaknesses? (please pick 3 minimum of each and explain in detail how and why this affects your character)

Medically trained – Even after dropping out of Medical school in Ireland, Red has maintained his studies over the 9 years of being a werewolf and is easily up to PHD level in his education. He is a talented surgeon and trauma specialist.

Musically inclined – Red enjoys music and can play the guitar skillfully as well as the piano. He likes to moonlight DJ’ing gigs and is quite popular on the amateur circuit. He can play by ear and has written many a ballad and rock operas. He also boasts quite the singing chops as well, having had a band in high school where he played the guitar and lead singer.

Mechanic – along with Marko, he has leaned side-by-side how to boost a car as well as reassemble a 64 Mustang’s engine. Along with trauma, he is the second to repairing mechanical equipment next to Marko.

Drinking – Red is currently on the wagon, but has been known to falter and over indulge. He is 3 years sober following a car accident that luckily did not involve anyone else, but managed to break his legs.

Masks emotions – Red is never in a bad mood, never upset visually. He uses humor to hide mild depression caused by his birth parents divorce and subsequent immersion into the werewolf life. There is no where else he’d rather be than with the Pack, but he left his mother in hopes of getting to know his birth father better, but after his gifting, all attempts to reconnect with his father has failed.

Reads supernatural romance novels – the cheesball romances never fail to fascinate him and he has a collection of worn novels stuffed under his mattress.

Werewolf –

Abilities – Listed here (Include Tier Points) –

Binding Mark (10pts)
Retention (5pts)
Tough (2pts)
Pep Rally (2pts)

Flaws – Listed here(Include Tier Points) –

Aeronausiphobia- Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness (10pts)
Technology junkie (5pts)
Aversion to raw food (2pts)
Superstitious (2pts)

Hobbies & Skills (for more information, read here)

Likes to DJ
Collects vintage toys and concert t-shirts
No degree, but trained in medical trauma
Plays the bass, electric guitar, and piano

Cosmetic Traits(Distinct, character defining physical attributes. These should be minor and offer no real power other than to make your character appear more interesting.)

Quirks and Habits worthy of mention –

Listens to 80’s rock

Personal History 3rd person (1st is acceptable) but please be as detailed as possible, this can/will affect your rp with other players.

“Tell me a little about yourself, Reese.”

“Red, ma’am.”

“Prefer the literal moniker, do you?” Viv said with a grin.

Red leaned forward in his chair, closer to Vivienne, and ran his hand through his deep red hair. “It is also my initials.” He over enunciated each word, eliciting a snort from her.

Crossing her legs and getting comfortable in her chair, Viv nodded. “Oh, very clever, yes.”

“Aye, ma’am. Tis true!” Red laced his fingers and leaned his elbows onto his knees while making a face. With great flourish, Red began his tale. “As you may know, I have quite the infinity for all things vintage. I do appreciate pop culture, especially American pop culture, today, but there is something to be said for waking up at the crack of dawn to the Artist Formerly Known as Prince’s ‘Let’s Go Crazy’.”

“I feel a song coming on,” Viv said leaning onto the arm of her chair.

Red gave her a wide smile and began, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life….”

Red sat up straight in his bed as his alarm clock began playing a taped mantra of himself. Every morning he woke up to it and it set him on the path, right and true, to have an awesome day.

His voice began, reciting the mantra, “Red. Wake up, Red. It’s another day and it’s time to get out of bed. Let’s ignore the fact that you’re getting up out of your own bed and not some curvaceous young thing’s full sized bed with lace trimmings and fuzzy handcuffs hanging from her bed post, but you’re up. You’re alive. And you know what time it is.”

Red pulled back his covers revealing his Flash boxers and fair skinned, freckled body. Picking up his electric guitar and amp, he strapped them over his shoulder and busted out of his entry way door into the hallway with flourish and ear piercing wails on his Fender special edition, colored with sparkly silver flames over a cherry red exterior.

The church organs of Prince’s ‘Let’s Go Crazy’ fill the hallways leading to the other Pipers apartments. He yells loudly the first stanza wearing nothing but his boxers.

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
to get through this thing called life 

Electric word life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to2 tell u
There’s something else
The afterworld

A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night

So when u call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one – Dr Everything’ll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby

‘Cuz in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You’re on your own

And if de-elevator tries to bring u down
Go crazy – punch a higher floor

“Red, come ON!” Lewis yelled opening his door which was located right next to Red’s. “It’s four in the fucking morning!” 

If u don’t like the world you’re living in
Take a look around u
At least u got friends 

U see I called my old lady
4 a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Sex, sex) is all I heard

“Not from your room, you wanker, Red, I swear to God, every morning??” Marko moaned, coming out of his front door, holding his exercise shirt in his hand and shorts already on. 

Red played his guitar loudly, hitting the chords with experienced twangs that pierced the ears. “Are we gonna let de-elevator, bring us down, oh, no Let’s Go!”

He walked down the hallway, the amp bouncing off his back as he played his Fender with everything he had. Red’s half danced, half marched down the hallway, singing along with the song (and not very well), but all the Pipers stepped out of their rooms and were glaring at him till he got to the final rift that usually woke up the floor below them as well. Finally he walked back down to his room and kicked the door across from his to Charlie’s room. Walking into his best friend’s room, he danced onto the quiet Sergeant’s bed and bounced up and down, failing to wake him up.

“How does he always sleep through this shit, every morning?” Dom asked slipping his exercise shirt on.

Marthinus walked out of his room and joined them, watching Red jump up and down as the song ended. He reached up and pulled ear plugs out of his ears. “Ear plugs gentlemen. Learned that the first day I moved in.”

Red looked down at Charlie who sleepily opened his eyes and checked his clock. Avoiding Red’s jumping, he grabbed his shorts and shirt and dressed. Red smiled, and slung the guitar around onto his back.

“Get off my bed, you red neck,” Charlie mumbled and walked out.

Jumping off, he smiled at the other Pipers as they walked out of Charlie’s apartment. “Good morning my lovelies!!!” They stalked out and slammed the door.

“Where is the love?”

Vivienne was laughing so hard she snorted, causing her to laugh even harder. “Oh man,” she said wiping a tear away. “Is it always Prince?”

“No sometimes I do Michael Jackson, circa late 80’s, early 90’s. Depends on my mood.” Red smiled and leaned back into his chair. “But that’s pretty much a day in the life of Reese Eric Deardon, ma’am.”

Still laughing, she wiped her eyes and nodded. “Ok, Red. Thank you,” she said erupting in giggles again.

Leaning forward, he planted a brotherly kiss on her cheek and bounced out of her office.