Mason

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Summary

Mason portrayed by Jared Padalecki

Name: Mason Fitzroy Aliases: Mason Status: Active Race: Padma, Vampire Gender: Male Origin: America Birthdate: May 24th 1962 Age: 48 Height: 6' 4" (1.93 m) Build: Muscular Eyes: Hazel/Black Hair: Brown Short Desc: 6'4" brown hair, hazel eyes, muscular Parents: 2 Siblings: 2 Spouse: None Children: None

Background

So what can I say…I'm from a time… eh fuck it. Names Mason Fitzroy. I was born in the past and funny enough I died there too. Let me tell you the story. I was born in a little town in southern Texas called Concepcion. It is home to the oldest Catholic church in South Texas, a small chapel built in 1866 and renovated in 1947. Not even kidding…that was the big story until way after I was born. Then we got electricity. Whoot!

Yeah so with so -many- people in my home town it's no wonder I joined the army. It was just something to do. I was shipped to Sault Lake City for basic training. It's there that I learned some of my strengths. I have always felt bad when I make other people feel bad but the army taught me to turn it off and on. Yeah, like a light switch. I was also introduced to computers. You realize computers can send mail from one place to another…instantly. I suddenly hated all post offices. No more lost mail. No more mother calling to yell at me that I didn't send her a … oh crap. No more excuses either. If I didn't send one I can't say the post… sonofabitch.

Alright so I started off being the medic. I worked beside a vet who taught me to how to properly sew up my fellow soldiers. Well, my first mission was a bust. Though my superiors thought it was eye opening.

I went into the field to save a fallen soldier, he'd been shot in the thigh. I was being watched by the Colonel. Min run, three shots, four downed targets. He started watching my accuracy and check my firing range stats and points. Less then two weeks after I was on my first mission I was moved into a special training unit. This was to sharpen up my sniping skills. After my assessment, I was assigned to the 75th Ranger Regiment. The first mission I went on was Operation Gothic Serpent. That was the last time I said good bye to my family. The last time I was human.

Black Hawk Down. Black Hawk Down. Mayday. Mayday!

I woke underground some where. I was tied down and I thirsted. I was so hungry. The pain in my body unimaginable. I wanted out. I wanted to hunt. My mind though snapped back to the men… where were they? Were they okay? Was their blood around them? Hmmm. Blood.

Anyways, yeah so some fucker of a vampire brought me over without asking. I'd kill him if he wasn't already dead. Which is actually rather funny… So long story short, I became a vampirer and learned how to call animals. I learned how to call Rats. Why?

I am a city boy. I want more… What can I say? I'm greedy. That and Rats are fucking awesome.

I moved to Boston because what's more populated with rats then a big city!

FUCK YEAH!

Stats

Mason Fitzroy's Sheet

Logic:			2	Muscles:	7	Senses:	5
Creativity:			2	Fitness:	5	Observation:	3
Force of Will:			6	Reflexes:	6	Memory:	2

Abilities:			N/A
Merits:			Ambidextrous, Danger Sense, Emotional Detachment, FS: Sniping, Fast Reflexes, Status: Military
Flaws:			Flawless. :D
Powers:			Call Animal: Rats, Control Shape, Healing, Mind Rolling

Size:			5	Defense:	2	Power:	5	Experience:	0
Initiative:			12	Speed:	18	Willpower:	8/8	Health:	10

Rumors

• Mason is not a very good vampire.

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