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Description
short blonde hair, golden soft eyes, has a classic apearance never seems to give into blood lust, feel free to cut yourself around him, he won't do anything
Personality
never seems to give into blood lust, feel free to cut yourself around him, he won't do anything, sweet, kind, never likes to see anyone in pain, if your near death, he'll turn you into a vampire to save you
Equipment
Medical tools
History
Is well known for his kindnes, and never lets anyone just die around him.
Vampires made:0
(will add numbers to it as he turns people)
Macbeth O'conner walks in, running a hand through his hair, “No one seems hurt” he says in a soft voice, smiling a kind smile at everyone around. “Good” he says and sits at a booth, reading a copy of a doctors journal, “what a shame, she could have been saved” he whispers kindly and shakes his head. ” The beast is ugly
I feel the rage/ And I just can't hold it/ It's scratching on the walls/ In the closet,/ in the halls/ It comes awake/ And I can't control it/ Hiding under the bed/ In my body, in my head/ Why won't somebody come and save me from this?/ Make it end!” he pats his pockets looking for his phone, then feels it vibrate alerting him to a missed call, stands up a little grabbing it from his back pocket and hits re-dial. ”Sorry I missed your call, couldn’t find the contraption” he says with a shrug, and listens, furrowing his brow in thought, ”ah just give her some of those pink pills and watch her closely for a few days” he says in a sweet voice and nods, hanging up. Taps the table and looks around, ”what a lovly day” he says.
Macbeth O'conner walks in, running a hand through his hair, “No one seems hurt” he says in a soft voice, smiling a kind smile at everyone around. “Good” he says and sits at a booth, reading a copy of a doctors journal, “what a shame, she could have been saved” he whispers kindly and shakes his head. ” The beast is ugly
I feel the rage/ And I just can't hold it/ It's scratching on the walls/ In the closet,/ in the halls/ It comes awake/ And I can't control it/ Hiding under the bed/ In my body, in my head/ Why won't somebody come and save me from this?/ Make it end!” he pats his pockets looking for his phone, then feels it vibrate alerting him to a missed call, stands up a little grabbing it from his back pocket and hits re-dial. ”Sorry I missed your call, couldn’t find the contraption” he says with a shrug, and listens, furrowing his brow in thought, ”ah just give her some of those pink pills and watch her closely for a few days” he says in a sweet voice and nods, hanging up. Taps the table and looks around, ”what a lovly day” he says.
Macbeth O'conner walks in stretching, his medical gear in hand, ”And the doctor is in” he says loudly incase anyone needs him, ”if anyone needs me, I’ll be over here” he says, then smelling blood turns his attention to Vesta and goes to her, ”Miss, whats wrong?” he asks, screwing up his blond eyebrows in concern.
Macbeth O'conner nods, looking at him, her eyes sweeping his body, raising an eyebrow in interest.