Appearence:<a class="postlink" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=6786750">[ img ]</a><br/>With his mask:<a class="postlink" href="http://canime.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/mask-dtb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Mason Monroe<br/>Age: 22<br/>Place Of Birth: England<br/>Current Location:wherever the case takes him<br/>Personality:<br/>*flirty<br/>*mysterious<br/>*Anger Problems<br/>*Lazy<br/>*Flippant<br/>*Hard to gain his trust<br/>*loyal<br/>*Smart<br/>*Playful on rare occasions with certain people<br/>*Great Interpersonal skills<br/>*Moderately week sense of humor<br/>*Suspicious around new faces<br/><br/>Likes:<br/>*Knives<br/>*Hand-To-Hand Combat<br/>*Looking classy or cool. Decides which out of the two<br/>*Fast American Muscle Cars<br/>*Sing when alone<br/>*the friend he's been missing for too long<br/>*His car, An American Muscle - Dodge Challenger<br/>*His hunting mask<br/><br/>Dislikes:<br/>*New Faces<br/>*Rules<br/>*Anything supernatural<br/>*Tight Spaces<br/>*slow moving vehicles (mopeds)<br/><br/>Skills:<br/>*master in Knives<br/>*master of Hand-To-Hand Combat<br/>*Talking to others and getting them to talk whether they want to or not<br/>*Demon traps and supernatural wards. Vast knowledge on all things supernatural<br/><br/>Fears/Phobis:<br/>*Claustrophobia - Fear of Tight Spaces<br/><br/>Late at night the Storm and thunder ripped across the black sky, the clouds split by a thunderous white light. Outside Jana's house the sweet sound of an American Muscle's engine was heard. Mason stopped out side and stayed in the car, looking up at her door his heart began to race, all his life he'd been with her and they'd split up all of a sudden... now he was back, at her door step with the biggest bomb to drop on her. The bomb being himself of course.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and pulled down the top flaps and looked in the mirror, flicking his hair to the left and making sure it wasn't covering his perfect dark green eyes. He picked up his knife belt and strapped it on, never really left anywhere without out. He left his machete there but placed his dagger in his back belt slot after getting out of the car.<br/><br/>The car's door hinges creaked as he opened them and closed them again, this old baby's been in the family for years, his parents had gave it to him and he'd only just recently picked up the courage to actually drive the thing... so many memories with Jana in this bad boy, he never brought himself to throw it away. He locked the car doors and slowly walked to the front steps, stopping and looking up at the door he took a deep breath, the rain pattered against his skin "Here goes... I'm back..." Mason muttered.<br/><br/>All of the memories they had together swarmed back as he climbed the stairs, finally reaching the door. He raised his hand and curled it into a ball then tapped his knuckles against it *Knock Knock* "It's the past..." he whispered...