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IL: Declan McQueen

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    Name: Declan McQueen
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Partner: Currently None [Former Partner: Ulysses Calhoun]
    Height: 5'8" / 172 cm
    Weight: 157 lbs / 71 kg
    Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington; USA

    Inventory:
      Current Inventory [5 Slots]: Modified Handgun, Bullets for Handgun, Salt, Lock Pick Sets, Chalk

      Newly Added: NONE

      Contents of Chevrolet Minivan Camper: Shotgun. Shotgun Ammo. Modified Handgun. Modified Handgun Bullets (that he makes himself). Materials For Making Modified Ammo for Handgun (Molds + Melting Pot). Silver. Iron. Flask of Holy Water. Bags of Rock Salt. Bags of Salt. Lighter. Lighter Fluid. Gas Cans + Gas. Machete. Ax. Shovel. Spare Tire. Tire Iron. Car Jack. Jumper Cables. Lock Pick Set. Clothes. Nice Clothes. Important Address Book. Fake IDs. Badges. Credit Cards. Toolbox + Tools. CDs. Blank CDs. Laptop Computer + Charger. A Television + DVD Player (built into camper itself). DVDs. Comic Books. Books. Journals. Newspaper. Chalk. Paint. Spray Paint Cans. Canned Food. Instant Noodles. Bottled Water. Pot and Pan. Bowls. Cups. Various Kitchen Utensils. Toilet Paper. Towels. Various Pills + Small First Aid Kit. Jar of Quarters (For Laundromats). Photographs. Plastic Bags. Garbage.


    Vehicle: Chevrolet Minivan Camper: [link] & [link]

    Personality: Abrasive. Hotheaded. Selfish. Persistent. Very prideful. Full of himself. A sore loser. Holds grudges. Has little to no verbal filter. Easily frustrated. Generally, Declan prefers to keep to himself because he thinks people are idiots as a rule. He thinks he knows it all and that he is untouchable. He's very quick to use his fists in any confrontation. He isn't afraid to fight even though he is appears small and nonthreatening to most- which tends to just piss him off and cause him to want to fight and "prove himself" and/or show off, essentially. He can be charming if and when he wants something and if it suits his needs in the end.

    Biography/History:
      Declan grew up in a close-knit hunter family. His mother, Rosaleen McQueen, is the matriarch of the family and he takes after her quite a bit - which is why they don't get along very well. Growing up, Declan and Rosaleen butted heads constantly. He was brought up a hunter in a family of hunters, taught everything there was to know about everything his family knew. Parents, aunts and uncles, older cousins, everyone chipped in their knowledge for the new generation of hunters. He was also taught to fight and knows a thing or two kicking some ass. What would you expect from a family of Irishmen. So the kid knows how to take care of himself despite looking the way he does.

      Now, due to a clashing combination of pigheadedness, he and his mother had a huge fight, Declan was 19 at the time. He left the family group to make it on his own (also sort of commandeering a minivan camper for himself) and hasn't spoken to his mother since, now age 24. He keeps in contact with the others but refuses to speak to her, and she doesn't really want to speak to him either. They're both very prideful and refuse to be the one who bends.

      In regards to Ulysses, he and Declan crossed paths while working the same job. Declan was reluctant to join forces with Ullie, usually preferring to go it alone. Eventually Ullie wore him down and Declan accepted it. After all, telling the guy to "fuck off" and "this one is mine" didn't seem to phase the Southerner any anyway. Despite Declan's abrasiveness, Ullie stuck around and eventually they became something of an item and were a pretty good team too. Ullie watched Declan's ass and made sure he didn't end up killing himself by being a hot-headed idiot. But it wasn't all happy hunting and lovely sunshine between the two, eventually Declan's assholery got to be too much and Ullie was tired of his one-man show act and Declan's constant disregard for his feelings and they ended up parting ways on a bit of a bitter note. And bam, now Declan is alone with his fancy camper van. Just stop being a turd, Declan. Maybe then you can acquire friends.


    Likes: Hunting. Fighting. Sex. Piercings. Reading. Writing. Animals. Food. Cartoons. Comic Books. Movies.

    Dislikes: Fish. People. Losing. Not having enough money. Technology.

    Extra:
    :bulletblack: He doesn't have much of an accent, but when he gets angry it comes out sometimes. This also tends to happen after he's spoken with family with thick accents for an extended period of time there's some residual Irish accent.
    :bulletblack: He is ambidextrous.
    :bulletblack: He is pansexual.
    :bulletblack: He has wiry musculature, giving him a thin frail appearance even though there's significant muscle beneath his clothing.
    :bulletblack: Wards are carved into the interior of his camper van making it one of the safest places he can be from most things.

    Known Allies: Ulysses Calhoun, "Patches", Marcus Lau...

    Current Earnings: None as of yet~?

    Role Play Snippet
    Prompt 2: Your car has broken down on the side of the road. It's a clear five miles before you find help in either direction, and it's started to rain.
      "Come on. Come on. It's just a little further! You saw that sign back there, just a few more miles and we can get you fixed up!" The camper van was rattling angrily, the engine grinding and making various other unpleasant noises. Declan knew what had to do to fix it and he could very well do it himself too- he just needed the necessary materials... materials that weren't currently available to him leaving him at the mercy of his mode of transportation and current home. "Please don't start this now-" The van responded with a grinding noise and shuddered to a stop, "No! No! Start! Start! just-!" He twisted the key in the ignition but it refused to turn over, instead just gave the redhead sad, empty clicking noises. "FUCK! Really!? You couldn't hold out ANOTHER FIVE MILES?! Piece of SHIT!" The redhead snarled and jerked away form the steering wheel, kicking the door to the van for good measure. Maybe he could just walk it and come back with what he needed...? It wasn't too late yet... And then the soft pattering of rain falling on his van filled his ears. "Great... JUST GREAT. You hear that? Rain. Thanks a lot! I'm not going out there, you are going to have to sit here and be broken until morning. I'm going the fuck to bed!" The redhead absently wondered if talking to your car like this was normal as he flopped angrily on the mattress located at the rear of the van. Maybe he should try and take on a partner again, it'd be a little less weird than talking to yourself... "Whatever." The redhead grumbled, kicking his shoes off and curling into the sheets. He'd think about it more tomorrow.
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Awww yiss what a sexy. And yaaaaay Seattle!