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Thorne Buchanan

One part Shifter, one part Vampire

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a character in “Freaks Like Me”, as played by WriteLive

Description

Name: Thorne Buchanan

Age: (appear)25*ish*(actual)532

Species: Vampire/shifter (Irish Wolfhound, former Alpha before Vampirism)

Sex: male

Height: 6 feet even

Build: broad shouldered, but lean. A body meant for speed rather than brute strength

Hair: Russet, usually shaggy enough to brush the nape of his neck

Eyes: deep blue, swirls of green and violet
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Other Facial Notes: various scars, each from different "human" battles; a deep claw-gash scar across his chest from his final duel

About Thorne/Timeline: His family name is "House of the Cannon", and he has lived up to it as a soldier, warrior, lover, and--briefly--husband. He is strong, both physically and mentally. A Shapeshifter originally, and natural strategist, he was swiftly promoted through the ranks, but was told to stay off the front lines. In response, he dueled the offender and led his troops to victory almost every battle thereafter. As wartime ended, he felt time to settle down. He took a wife, a woman already with child, and raised the infant as his own. Five years after his marriage, though, he was dragged into a land-feud against a pureblooded Vampire. He dueled the vampiric lord, and fell. However, instead of murdering Buchanan outright, the Vampire fed from Thorne, and forced Immortal blood down his throat. A week later, Buchanan awoke ravenous, a true beast. In his blood lust-rage, he slaughtered most of his town as he tore through it back to his family. He regained his senses before he killed his wife and adopted son, but was chased from his home, hunted by those he once called friend. After, he fought numerous wars in Europe, moved to the New World(later U.S.A), and fought some more*Revolution, Civil War, the World Wars*. He spent some time as a singer, an escort, a body guard, even a lawyer. In his centuries of travel, he has been educated in almost all forms of combat, basic medicine(and alternate), and through experience knows both the history and culture of countless countries. He currently works as a professor for night classes in the local college.

Abilities/strengths: Enhanced physical strength and speed, agility. Shape-shifting. Strategic intelligence, primarily for calculations in fights(from fist-fights to arguments to war*both*). Unlike Full Vampires, can go out in the sun.

Weaknesses: Can only shapeshift to cats and dogs, his overcalculating nature leads to trust issues. occasional near rages like the one wherein he had slaughtered hundreds

Fears: His greatest fear is that he will go to blood lust again, harming more even than he had the first time; he doesn't want to lose himself. He is also afraid of being found out for his mixed blood, which would get him killed in most Immortal societies.

So begins...

Thorne Buchanan's Story

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Thorn Buchanan sighed as he walked down the street, frigid air making his jacket cling to him. Five hundred and ten years...How the hell have I managed to live five hundred and ten years...? One hand absently gripped the thick silver knot at his neck, his fingers gliding over it. Well....I know how I got into the situation that makes the question possible.... I miss you, Merrideth...

510 Years ago

HUNGER. That was the first thing, the first pain among a million pains and aches, that hit him: thirst so bad it was hunger. He sat up, and his head pounded so hard he thought his eyes would drop out of his head. With the head came his jaws, then from there downward every muscle and joint screamed in protest at movement. He groaned softly, looking around. God I smell foul....Last thing I remember was....Caine. He shot to his feet, hatred burning away any pain. Lord Caine had won the match; he remembered his sword sent flying across the clearing with a strength no human possessed. He remembered the lord's blade at his throat, then Caine's face inches from his own. Swirling eyes, a cruel, fanged smile....Then, blackness. How long have I been like this...? He looked down at himself; clothing near shredded, the smell....The dried blood on his clothes...
All reason left him then; all that mattered was the need to eat. No...feed. Every fiber of his new being took him to the nearest village, where he proceeded to slaughter every man, woman, child, pet--even flea bitten strays became prey...
"Thorn Buchanan, stop this!" He stalked toward the sun-haired woman who stood defiantly in front of a scruffy young male, staring at those violet eyes. He crouched back, and bolted forward to devour her as he had the others.
NO! Thorne skidded to a stop two inches from her face, fangs bared by her neck. He brought himself back into his mind at the sound of her scream; the boy ran for the stairs yelling. He staggered back in horror as what was left of his own village began to come from their hiding places--armed and furious, terrified, and as confused as he was.
Unable to think, the disgust and pain at realizing what he had done consuming him, he ran. And all the while, he heard Caine's laughter in his head...

Today
He had fled across the country that night, in his most instinctive Shift: that of a massive wolfhound. As the sun rose, and his skin began to prickle, he found relative safety in the darkness of a ship's cargo hold. Once he got off, he toured Europe for centuries. Country to country, war to war. And now here he was. Downtown in a place he didn't recognize, full of technology he didn't understand.
How much longer until I'm caught...?

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Thorne wandered as the weather got colder without realizing he had gone into a section of town he had never seen before. Granted, he was new to this city, but even still he had seen most of the place. He longed for a smaller, more open place like his old home. Those were getting fewer, farther between--
He froze as he caught the scent of a Pride Shifter, and turned toward the scent. A female was hurrying into a building with a sense of such purpose, he could only be reminded of a worried mother. The smells coming from the door she opened told him why: illness, recovering infections, many cleaning products and medicines. Intrigued, he bustled across the street, catching the door before it closed.I hope no one scents out my...Unwelcome half.... With an inward sigh, he pulled his jacket closer and fought hard to control his Vampire self.

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Jazz

She glanced around the clinic as she slipped inside the door. The smell was always a bit disorienting at first. Nothing but sickness, medicine, and cleaning chemicals. She avoided being in this place as often as she could but sometimes it was just inevitable.
He isn't here yet...maybe he's getting the medicine I need...
She didn't see the owner anywhere in the front room so she decided to wait. Leaning against the wall near a corner out of the way of the few others that were there waiting.
After a few moments she sniffed again, there was something off in the room. She glanced around, she could smell the different types of shifters. The pack members with the dog smell, a few flocks with their feathery scent, couple different pride members that she could see. Despite the place being neutral ground everyone stuck away from each other for the most part.
She sniffed a few more times trying to pinpoint the odd shift, she didn't know what it was but she could guess it was from the guy that had come in behind her. She watched him, trying to figure out what he was.

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Thorne glanced around at the handful of others in the building, praying that none would turn and look. The one he had followed in was waiting for something, as was everyone else here. He froze as she turned to face him. She was beautiful, true, but very young compared to him. With a slight sniff, he caught the scent of Panther on her. Don't come over here, please don't come over here. I haven't fed yet, please don't come and ask me what I am... Dammit, Thorne why did you follow this kit? He shifted uncomfortably, briefly rubbing his throat. It burned still from when he had last fed. Blood thirst on top of that, it was damn near unbearable.Last time I drink a substitute. That was an idiot move. Seemed it was a good thing he was here, if he could trust the one giving treatment. He could only hope te anther wouldn't get too close.

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She continued to watch the newcomer for a few more moments before turning her attention back to the doors at the far end. The Doc had just come out and headed over. He smiled and gave her a few pills along with written instructions. She nodded a thanks to him before paying him. I hope this stuff works...his fever was pretty bad...
She turned and headed for the exit, not bothering to listen for who the Doc called next to go to the back. As she passed the stranger she glanced at him. Again she caught that strange smell and paused slightly. What is that...?? She almost stopped to ask; but she had to get home. Knowing she was going to regret it she continued walking past the stranger and pushed open the outside door. Hopefully I see him around again...then I'll ask. Definitely.

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Ushio ventured far until she came to a opening. It was a dirt road that led to a strange building she's never seen before. She read the sign but never heard of it. But after she approached the building with a few sniffs, she could smell medicine. She then watched a girl walk out with a bag of pills, but Ushio didn't bother to check what they were for.

She sniffed again and noticed she was like her kind, but from a different pack and, well, a panther. Ushio didn't know if she was a enemy or not, so she only gave the passing girl a respectful nod as they crossed paths. She then stopped at the front door. This was very nerve racking for Ushio, she's never been in a public building full of people before, despite the fact that the place is sort of hidden from sight. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She was a little surprised to see the building full of so little people, but was relieved at the same time. She took slow steps as she scanned the building. She looked at what was stocked on the shelves, but seeing it as a pharamcy, so her kind called it instead of vet, she wasn't that interested as she'd thought she'd be.

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Curious, Thorne watched the Panther go. He wanted to follow her--both sides of him wanted to chase something, to hunt it down. Best to get food before I go snooping in territories that aren't my own... He turned to leave, and almost crashed into a Fox. His arms snapped forward without thinking, grabbing her arms to steady her. "My apologies, young one..." He licked his lips, his eyes darkening as he quickly released the child and stepped back, trying to hide his shaking hands. He kept his jaw clenched to avoid revealing non-Shifter fangs.

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Ushio let out a sharp, startled cry, but immediately clapped her hands over her mouth before anyone could hear. She then looked up at the man that grabbed her arms, a little too tightly for her comfort. She let out a sigh of relief after he heard him apologize. "I-Iyaa... it was my fault..." She was able to choke out in a frail voice. It was the best she could do since she was just scared to death, though she knew it wasn't intentional.

She watched him step back, his body almost trembling as if he were trying to resist the urge to do something. A concerned expression appeared on Ushio's face. She kept her voice to a whisper, she didn't want to draw attention, "Sir... are you... alright? You don't look so good..." She said as she looked around to see if anyone heard that besides the stranger, which no one did, thankfully.

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Thorne

"I'm fine, my dear... I just haven't been out to the woods in a long time. I am no longer allowed with my old group..."Best not to say anything specific...Don't need anyone finding out about me.... He smiled thinly, turning away. His hunger flared again,, and he dug claws into his palms to keep from attacking the child. This was neither the time nor place. "If you had no business here I would suggest getting home, okay...?" He hurried to open the door.

Michael

<So bored, brother...> Michael thought at his twin with a yawn, taking a drink from the paper wrapped bottle he had snuck into the house. Sitting in the billiards room was how they spent most nights lately, after their studies were done with for the night. He wanted to go out, play with some gorgeous human, have live food for once. <When will mother and father stop treating us like children?> He rubbed his left shoulder, scratching at the burn scar there, his thoughts drifting painfully back to that night....

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Ushio frowned, she knew something was strange about this man. She nodded as her eyes followed the stranger. "I suppose so..." She said in a slightly suspicious tone. She sniffed to see if she knew his tribe. As she did so, she smelled something different that can only mean one thing... but she wouldn't dare say.

Her eyes widened. She's never heard or seen anything like it. She had so many questions, she needed to ask him to be sure. She walked up behind him, but before she could tap his shoulder, she froze. Something in her instincts told her that if she did she'll regret it for the rest of her life. So she let the stranger disappear without another word.

She waited half an hour to make sure he was gone, then she walked out of the small building and started her way back to her pack.

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Thorne

Thorne hurried down the street, ignoring the child's presence as he wove his way through the crowd. Wisely, the presence disappeared.I will find a way to make it up to the child... She is only curious, after all....I wonder if she caught my scent...Oh, God, I beg you, let that not be the case! He made his way into the nearest club, desperate for somewhere crowded where he could feed without being noticed. No one here cared if they got bit, really; it was one of those "Nightling" clubs, where humans who knew nothing(and some who knew too much) spent their nights drinking and wishing thy were creatures of the night. Idiots. At least they made good food, and he had enough control that he didn't kill any one, because he had several "snacks" instead of a single feeding.
After an hour, once his lust wasn't quite so dangerous, he headed out again, strolling lazily, lost in the euphoric high that was temporary relief.

Michael

Snatching the bottle back and downing another glassful at once, Michael waited for his brother to miss a ball. <Sounds good. After this game? Let her think we went to bed early, less likely to be screeched at. She needs to hurry up and step down, I'm tired of that scratchy shriek of hers...> With a chuckle he perched on his favorite stool, fidgeting and waiting for his turn.

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Jazz

She walked along the streets back towards the clinic. She thought that maybe the stranger would still be there, but that strange scent lead away from the building. Determined to find the stranger she followed the smell, going slowly so as not to get it confused with all the other scents of the city.
The scent lead to a club, one she knew she would never go inside; she avoided this area a lot actually, it was far from their range of territory.
I shouldn't be out here...why the hell am I following this person? Maybe he was kicked out of his pack...that's why he came to this area, he doesn't know which creatures claimed this part of town...
When she finally spotted him she glanced around, making sure there were no Vamps around, she could get killed easily if they found her here. With that thought she started to make her way towards the stranger.

Remiel

His next shot missed and he scowled a little. <Sounds good, this should be over soon...but I doubt she and Father will step down any time soon. They're too happy where they are.> He went and took his spot on one of the stools and waited. <Tired of being told what to do all the time, had a tutor since the beginning, I'm sure we know everything there is to learn.>

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Thorne

Thorne relaxed as the cool wind hit him, strolling out of Vampire territory and into a gap between it and the Shifter space. This two block stretch was full of humans, and probably the only place were Nightlings and Monsters could interact with any sense of peace or safety. He let his guard down, allowed his mind to wander.
Until the Panther from earlier came toward him. How did I not see her?! He growled as he whipped around, one hand up in a guard, the other reaching into his jacket. "What do you want, Panther-child? Why are you following me?"

Michael

Michael chuckled as Rem missed his shot, lining one of his own up from his perch. With a shattering crack, the balls went flying, bouncing off the walls of the table and each other--until three of his striped ones were pocketed. He grinned and pushed his glasses back onto his nose. <Unfortunately, too true. Only thing left to gain I experience, and we can't do that cooped p like his, now can we? Haven't had a chance to paint the town red in decades... When we do go out, it's always to some dull party full of ring-kissers and tissue paper dresses. All pomp and frills. I want to see one of them in modern vampire slink. Silk dresses that cling to the body and fitted suits. And people with their own opinions....> He sighed longingly.<Should stop by that blood club. The new one here. Perhaps we might find something particularly tasty....>

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Jazz

She relaxed only slightly as the man walked into what was more or less a neutral zone, then stumbled a little as he noticed her.
"Uh...I ah...you were at the clinic...I just, wanted to know who you were..." Smooth Jazz, smooth. Making an idiot of yourself... "You're different than the others I know are here...just wanted to know what...and if you needed help..."
She hoped that was a good explanation, it was the truth, though she did not know how she could help this man.

Remiel

He sat back and watched his brother hit the balls into the pockets, he would probably win again, not that he minded. <A club sounds perfect...though willing prey isn't always fun, but it'll do.> He was right, they were being sheltered too much, how were mother and father expecting them to rule if they did nothing but stay inside and go visit the kiss-up nobles. There was so much more to do outside, even more than when they were just human.

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Thorne

Relax.... No need to create suspicion... He lowered the hand in his pocket and turned fully to face her. "Kind of you to notice that I'm not like the others. I was kind of hoping you didn't though. I had thought I was being sneaky." He smiled a little to take the bite out of the words. "I doubt you could help me, child. However, I am Thorne Buchanan. What do they call you, Panther?" He held out his hand, begging she wouldn't sense him for what he was at the touch. Especially not out here...

Michael

He smiled, pocketing another two before he missed his shot. "Damn!" He sighed and sat down on his stool again. <Better than revealing ourselves. I don't need to be that stupid twice, brother...> He rubbed his shoulder, looking down at himself.Never again. No one needs to see these scars either...

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Jazz

She held out her own hand and shook his. She couldn't tell right away if he was mad at her or not, hopefully it was the latter. "Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz. And if you were trying to be sneaky, going into a clinic isn't the best move. It's easy to smell something that's 'off'." Or maybe it was a smart move...everyone who's sick smells different...
"You positive I can't do anything to help you?"

Remiel

He smiled as Michael missed the shot and he stepped up, taking aim. <All too true...do not need a repeat of that sunrise...> He hit the ball and with a soft thud it bounced off the sides of the table, knocking two of his solid colored ones into their pockets.

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(OOC: My apologies for taking so long to post guys, been going through school and some minor emotional issues. I hope everyone's still here....Tagged everyone so they knew I had FINALLY posted... Sorry again...)

Thorne

Thorne couldn't help but laugh at the girl's response. "A beautiful name, Miss Jazz. And for who I am hiding from, it is much smarter than it seems. Clinics are sanctuaries, to most sacred ground. Unless you're a vile coward, you wouldn't harm someone in a place of healing, spiritual or physical. As to helping me, perhaps you can start by explaining to me what it was you smelled? You still seem nervous, or am I mistaken?"

Michael

Michael couldn't help but flinch at the word "sunrise." He took a long drink, finishing off the hidden bottle and chucking it halfway across the room into the large trash can in the corner behind the bar with practiced aim. He ocld swear the times he missed still marred the wall with shards of glass.

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A few hours have passed since her incodent with Throne, Ushio was currently finding shelter. She was almost petrified, especially with vampires and god who knows what is hunting at this time. Why hasn't she returned to her pack? Long story short, she did, but after they smelled Throne's scent on her, she was banned for eternity. They were horrified that she came across such a creature. That's how serious these type of things were to her pack. They didn't even bother to look if she's been bitten! Ushio's fear of being alone for her whole life is slowly becoming a reality.

As she was walking along, trying to warm herself by rubbing her hands together, she heard voices. In fact, she was almost certain that she's heard one of them before. However, it wasn't anyone she knew personally. She sniffed the air as she slowly crept closer to the sound. After crouching behind a bush and peaking between its branches, she saw that it was the panther she passed by earlier, and... him.

Ushio's eyes widened. What was he doing here? However, Ushio didn't wait to find out. So she started to crawl away, the bushes blocking her from sight. Unfortunately, Ushio wasn't paying much attention to what was in front of her, and stepped on a twig. "Crap...!" She mumbled to herself, but clapped her hand over her mouth. She'd always make a lot of noise when she made a mistake, though it was only a nervous reaction, it's not like she can help it.

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Jazz

She shook her head and smiled a little. "No, I'm not nervous. I thought that maybe you were mad that I followed you. I know that people don't always take kindly to a stranger going after them..."
She relaxed now that she knew he wasn't going to be angry with her. She opened her mouth to answer his previous question. What did she smell on him? Now that they were both out in the open she could better define the scents on him. There was the faint smell of an animal shifter, but another tinge that was almost like the vampire sulfur...
Before she could answer there was a loud snap of a twig and the cussing of someone nearby. Immediately she spun towards the sound, looking for who it was.

Remiel

There were only a few more balls on the table as he took his aim again. Shooting at the side closest him he mumbled a curse as his shot strayed too far and only grazed the one he wanted. He went and sat down again, glancing towards Michael. He always worried about him even though he never said so, he knew he would probably antagonize his brother his he fussed over him about anything; and he knew Michael needed at least one person to trust. Otherwise they might both go insane.

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Thorne

Thorne froze, hand in his pocket again as he moved toward the sound. He sniffed the air; Fox. Young... "Come out here," He growled softly, his feet braced apart, his accent rolling thickly through his words.Dammit.... "You revealed yourself. Come on now," This time he softened his words, loosening his stance just enough to seem less threatening.

Michael

He got to his feet, scanning the table. If he did this right, he'd get his last two pocketed at once. He shoved his bothersome thoughts to the back, crouched low, and lined up his shot....CRACK! the balls went spinning about the green surface, bouncing off the edges until they finally sank into their pockets. "That's game. Let's go."