Name: Eoghan McGregoer
Nickname: Sihde [She-De]
Age: 22yrs
Race: Sidhe/Fae/ Folk
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, often reclusive; Eoghan is fa from a bundle of energy. He speaks only when he feels necessary, more often than not seeming to be the wall flower, while deep inside there is a voice screaming to be hear. Being an anomaly, a male Sidhe, he blessed intuitively making him an inherent manipulator, but like all in his age; Eoghan just wants to find someone to love him for who he is as a person and not the monster inside.
Looks like: 6'4"|186lbs|Black/Blue
Bio: Born on a railway on a holiday, not twenty minutes from the station, Eoghan McGregoer came into this world. With a mother who was a public official and a father who's role took place as a business man in sports trade, he was raised in the world of posh refinery. While he could have any person he wanted, being able to have all in his presence obey, it pained him that all wanted to money he despised. His twenty-first birthday would be the beginning of the truth; one that even money couldn't make go away. As though it wasn't harding enough not knowing his family, he came was left to come face to face with history his parents had tried hard to leave behind. First his skin would pale out, then nails blackened and teeth became sharp. Before he knew it; he no longer knew the person in the mirror. Then came the voices, thousands piling up and raking against his mind; thousands of thoughts from those around him. His anxiety was met nothing but harsh silence, with his parents committing him into a mental facility for the treatment of advanced schizophrenia. For almost two years he sat in white walled room, dreaming of a life in the world beyond the padding. Still it seemed that as his body continued to change, the affect of his medications no longer dulled his mind, the sedatives no longer keeping him to the floor. His escaped happened by accident, when he discovered that he was able to turn into a vapor when provoked by guard who had gotten into a routine of raping the young lad every night in his rounds. From there he through the vents and pipes to the street outside. At twenty-two he was finally free and more himself than he had ever been before. For it was in that moment he realized he was never meant to be the child with silver spoon, instead he was something greater; the bringer of death. Now he wonders the streets, avoiding as many as possible, always afraid that he might hurt someone or worse; mark them. He can never stay anywhere too long, with the risk too great for any to have to bade. Still, he looks on life with hope; hope that one day he will find the one that help him keep the pieces together.
Role: Seke