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| "The day we lose our need for dreams is the day the human race forfeits its soul.The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Sheridan J Mayfair's Biography | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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(OOC: Please do not attack me online but try steals all your hearts desires.) original Start Date: September 06, 2009 Name: Sheridan Julian Mayfair DOB: 30 October 1979 Place of birth: New Orleans La Age: 38 Race: witch marital status: Single Languages spoken:English,French,Spanish,Creole Children: Nia Mayfair (Unknown: With family) Powers (if any): Weather manipulation, Spirit command and vision, telepathy and telekenisis Current location (Country): USA Family History: I was born and raised in New Orleans. My name is Sheridan Julian Mayfair. I am the great grand son of Julian Mayfair. I am 38 years old & I was born October 30, 1979 @ 852 pm. I am the first male witch in the Mayfair family since Julian.I am a cold case/ Homicide Det for the NOPD. All of my gifts are very strong. I have a screech owl named Helios , as my familar. Unlike the rest of my family I have Blue eyes instead of the known Green and my hair is dark brown instead of the red. Im about as different as anyone of my other Mayfair relations & I like it that way. I was raised by my grand mother Stella Mayfair after my parents died when I was 10. My father, Sean Lacy I am told came home in a drunk rage and stabbed my mother, Antha Marie Mayfair 13 times during a fight they were having about his drinking. I was upstairs in bed sleeping and heard none of it til the police came and I heard a gun fire. Apparently my father thought they were demons of some sort and charged at one of the officers with the knife so he fired and one shot killed my father in self defense. It was one of the only times my great grandfather Julian made himself visable to someone outside the family. He told the detective that I was awake and up stairs and who he needed to call. I til this day think that is the only reason I didn't end up in foster care as a child.My one stress release was and still is playing the violin. At least that was the story I was told when I was younger. I know now that was all lies. The truth was this: At 17 years old, my mother ran away to New York and supported herself by selling rare gold coins. Then she met Sean Lacy, an artist and married him. She became a writer and sold a poem the The New Yorker and one to a Parisian magazine. After falling pregnant, My father was killed in a car accident, and she became hysterical. Carlotta, my mother's aunt had finally won custody of her and committed her to St. Ann's Asylum. Not long after, she recovered and realized that she had inherited the legacy and started to write again. She gave birth to her only child, me. Carlotta through frustration, tried to make my mother blind so she could no longer see Lasher and give him power. She pushed my mother out of the third-floor window to her death and then told everyone that she was insane and jumped. I am one of the only Mayfair men that my dear cousin , Mona Marie Mayfair has not tried to get with in some form or another. I seem to be the only one in the family that she cares enough about to actually listen to when I speak to her. I have had only but one true love and her name was and is Isis Dracul. She was and still is my light in the dark and vampire angel. I would give my very heart to be able to see,hear and touch her again. I would give my very soul and mortality to have her back for good and not just visions in a dream world. Where was Lasher when he was needed? Oh right dead and buried under that tree on First street. "Isis, my goddess where are you? Can you see me? Can you hear me? Do you care?" |
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