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PATRICK JOSEF GALLOWAY

"insidious, placid, chastise"

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- - - name, patrick josef [dunkle] galloway
- - - nicknames, just patrick.
- - - gender, male, obviously
- - - sexuality, bisexual
- - - occupation, funeral director.
- - - species, crimson-eyed vampire

- - - eyes, blood red, used to be watery blue
- - - hair, medium chestnut brown, a white streak in one of his bangs from a human birthmark.
- - - build, shorter than most of his 'children', but is extremely well-cut.
- - - weight, 241 lbs.
- - - height, 5'5"
- - - fashion sense, Patrick's style remains very lax, very romantic. Most of his shirts are long sleeves which flare out from the cuffs, hang very loosely from his shoulders, and are often slit in the front. He could wear denim almost anywhere and it would suit him perfectly fine, he's not really all that picky as to what he wears. In a way, one could call his fashion sense very boheme, minus the long, flowy skirts. He loathes belts, finding them very constricting, and tiresome should he need to get out of his pants in a hurry. Patrick finds belts to be more a nuissance than anything, and doesn't hesitate to ruin any of them in small shops that he notices the clerical staff are not paying attention.

Patrick's work attire and his lifestyle clothing vary enormously. As a funeral director, it is expected that he dress the part: he has plenty of either dark hued gray suits, from khaki colored ones, all for different occasions in which his clients choose to honor their dead. Still, even as a director, Patrick is extremely lax. He rarely ever wears his suit jacket, because they suffocate his shoulders, and prefer just to walk around in his button-up shirt and slacks. The one thing he does love, however, are black suede shoes. They feel a little restricting to him, but they look classy set against either his lifestyle or his occupational attire.

His hair falls just below his ears, which is a medium chestnut brown color. One of his most distinguishing factors about it him is the odd streak of white on one of his bangs that fall the right of his natural part line, which is a birthmark from his days as a human, that even vampirism couldn't take away. Which is fine, because then his victims or acquaintances have no excuse to claim they were ignorant of his identity. His eyes are a deeper scarlet, growing darker the older he became, the more victims he's consumed over the past three centuries.

- - - loves, feelings of despair, scent of embalming fluid and the dead, candles, gas lamp lights, antiques, old 1930's film reels, brunettes personally, type B+, Anthony Hopkins, Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lector, Stephen King novels, Nathaniel Hawthorne drawing a close second, the classics, harp music, masonic floors or groundwork, mind games, Lucifer, Roman mythology, his favorite 'daughter', Aileen, geography.
- - - loathes, Carlisle & his clan of Cullens, half breeds, werewolves, vegetarian vampires, bold colors, the smell of lilac, water, cigarettes, Connor's fascination with Renesmee Cullen, most humans more so because they are his prey.
- - - overall personality, Patrick is a dangerous man without the aid of the rest of his coven. He is a very quiet evil, meaning you wouldn't know that you offended him until it was far too late. He can be cruel, particularly harsh with his coven, and does not tolerate weakness under his authority. Whichever side you may see of him, however, know these are his three most prominent:

INSIDIOUS, Patrick may not be open to most people, but usually so because some kind of scheme is usually flowing through his head. He did not always used to be this way particularly, this ugly trait happened to pop up shortly after Carlisle Cullen took his small coven to the United States to make their home there, bringing out a rather nasty and vengeful side of Patrick that you do not want to have to meet. His children see this trait the most of anybody, when he's at work he's usually quiet and serene as is expected of him.

PLACID, Patrick is a quiet man. In fact, if he had it his way, he would have chosen to be mute the minute that he was born. He does not take others into his confidence, if he does rarely. Which is one of the main reasons why he loathes Carlisle Cullen so much, Carlisle being one of the few that Patrick has ever trusted in his existence. He does not trust his children, his youngest Aileen perhaps knowing the most out of the four of them, which is still very little. Patrick prefers to keep a low profile of himself, very secretive. He also is ironically calm, despite the inner battles that he has going on inside of him. He does furiate easily, so is calm a lot of the time, unless a topic should turn to the Cullens.

CHASTISE, Very vengeful. As aforementioned, it takes a lot to get under Patrick Galloway's skin, but whenever it does, you'd better prepared for one hell of a storm. Patrick is rarely satisfied with just returning the favor; when he goes off, he goes off in style and over the top. His ultimate plans for Carlisle and his band of vampires is sure to be something explosive, so explosive that the vampire world will think twice about ever crossing Patrick Galloway's coven.

- - - hometown, Leipzig, Germany
- - - family, Patrick's birth family is currently unknown, however:

Coven,

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Connor Galloway- - - oldest 'son'
Aidan Galloway- - -youngest 'son'
Aileen Galloway- - -youngest 'daughter'[/ul]

- - - pets, none.
- - - overall history, His mother died on his birth night, medical technology nowhere being near what it is today. Patrick Josef Galloway was born in Leipzig, Germany in 1813, to a mother he never even bothered to learn the name of. He was given the name Patrick after the man who supposedly fathered him, but for the longest time only allowed himself to be known as Josef, despising the name of the man who'd abandoned him. He always preferred not to know what became of his family, his own roots behind a tragedy older than he.

Growing up, Patrick was a very quiet individual. As a baby, Patrick somehow found his way to the regional orphanage run by sisters and brothers of the church, also receiving basic schooling there as well. Patrick often found himself in the bishop's office, for his tendency to destroy or ruin the clothing provided in some way or fashion. He hated clothing that confined him, so he demonstrated this loathing by ripping out seams purposely in his shirts, ripping the soles off of the bottom of his shoes and whatnot. Patrick also preferred to isolate himself rather than joining the other children during their playtime. Instead he found his solace in a handful of imaginary friends, all of which soon became alter egos of his personality. One was placid and quiet, just as he. He talked to this friend the most, but he blamed most of his mishaps on the friend who loved to come up with maniacal schemes.

The sisters and brothers of the orphanage suspected something had always been wrong with him. Like how he refused to play with the other children, tore at his clothes, and the other children would often find themselves the victim of some prank that ironically Patrick was always in the vicinity of. Needless to say that the nuns were all quite glad to be rid of him when he came of the age of sixteen. Upon leaving the orphanage, Patrick went into the labor industry as a masonic brick layer, the first real love of his life. He could never understand why he'd never seen it before; his three 'friends' all ironically were particular types of rocks. He enjoyed the danger and cold quality of rock, yet loved how beautific they became when laid down in a set pattern.

For the next fourteen years, Patrick made masonry his life, having just completed his apprenticeship under his former master. At this point in his life, Patrick had begrudgingly made a name for himself, known for his expertise and extraordinary design in brick laying. His transformation was highly uneventful, considering nothing bad ever really happening. The attack came at night, after Patrick had just finished laying down a section of cobblestone for an old client, when out of nowhere he felt a pair of razor sharp sinking into the side of his neck. Never in his life had he ever felt so much pain before, but in a way, he liked the burning sensation. Apparently the vampire had drank to its fill, and thought Patrick was near dead, for the longest time Patrick lay in the middle of the street, unnoticed. It took almost five hours for anyone to realize he was out there, from which time he rushed to the nearest infirmary.

The doctors doubted he would make it through the night, but were in for the shock of their lives whenever their patient had vanished from his bed, with a broken window the only proof to what had happened. At the age of 31, Patrick Dunkle became his ultimate incarnate: the object of his dreams, in which he was really as invulnerable as his beloved rock and brick. The rest of Patrick Dunkle's life is highly obscure, as he refuses to disclose any further information. All that he has preferred to inform us about is how he went on later to kill the man who abandoned him, and continued to roam the world a lonely, but happy nomad, feasting on the unsuspecting, as he was feasted upon.[/size][/blockquote][/font]