Name: Cole Shenson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alliance: Black Order
Rank: Excorcist
Family: Ann Shenson (Mother-Deceased) Brian Shenson (Father-Deceased)
Crushes: Sira!
Innocence [Exorcists]: Requiem
Personality: Cole is generally laid back and lazy, and a prime example of a procrastinator, putting anything remotely unpleasant off for as long as possible, often resulting in disaster. Despite his lazy exterior, he is quite aware of the world around him, and makes it his buisness to know what is going on at any given time. He is quite emotional, though he usually tries to mask this trait as it can be a weakness both in Social interactions and in fights. The only emotion he doesn't experience frequently, and the one that is hardest to cover up, is anger. He becomes annoyed quite quickly, but full blown anger is rare. Once given a task that he is unable to put off, he will focuss on it, trying to get it out of the way quickly so he can go back to doing as he pleases. He has been discribed as 'shameless' on several occaisions as he will frequently ask girls out in his free time. He isn't a pervert, but as a Seventeen year old boy yet to go on a date, he feels a bit desperate. He is afraid of death, and consequently, of many things that cause death, and experiences distinct discomfort around Parasite Type Excorcists, viewing their abilities as somewhat wierd, and even gross.
Likes:Dislikes:History: Cole Shenson was born in northern Europe, and raised in the countryside by his father and mother. He was homeschooled, frequently skipping his mother's classes to go goof around, or just find someplace to sleep. Whenever he would skip classes, his punishment would usually be extra chores with his father. He developed a close relationship with his father over the years, and a slightly estranged relationship with his mother. Since he frequently skipped her classes, and his punishment was extra chores with his father, it was only on rare occaisions that they spent time together. His mother suffered from Tuberculosis, dying when Cole was seven. He was depressed, but his father was completely distraught. His father, unknown to Cole at the time, was targeted by the mellenium Earl, and made the deal to get Cole's mother back. His father now dead, and his Akuma-Mother in his form, Cole continued life as usual, unaware. He began to notice the change in his father quickly, but disregarded it as an after effect of his mother's death. Thus, when his father became an Akuma before his eyes, he was astonished. He was even more astonished when A man in a black leather coat came, apparently out of no where, and killed the Akuma. Cole was upset, and his emotions triggered innocence that the Excorcist had with him. It turned out that the Innocence had saved Cole, as the whole reason that the Excorcist had come to the countryside. The innocence's reaction to Cole marked him as an exorcist, so the Exorcist who had saved him took him back with him to The Black Order headquarters. He spent several years as a finder due to a low Syncronization percentage between himself and the innocence, only becoming an Exorcist when his Syncro Percentage peaked to seventy eight percent, allowing him to use it effectively in battle.
Height & Weight: 189 Cm, 147 Pounds
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RP Sample: Cole Shenson swore under his breath as the first drops of silvery rain began to fall from the sky. Some found rain beautiful, and refreshing. He found rain annoying and depressing, like the sky was crying, and it diden't have the common decency to do it somewhere where he wasn't. With a grimace, resumed walking quickly along the quiet dirt road. At an audible squelching noise, he glanced down, scowling at the thick mud his foot was sinking in.
Just another reason to hate rain. He thought, rolling his eyes as he began walking, gravitating towards the center of the road to avoid the worst of the mud. Supposedly there was innocence somewhere around these parts. Supposedly there would be Akuma seeking it as well. He grimaced as the first of the rain soaked through his jacket, shivering slightly as his skin erupted in goosebumps.
Stopping to wipe the rain from his face and pull up his hood, he heard the sound of movement in the mud behind him. He spun, swearing under his breath, assuming he had been caught unaware by an enemy. He assumed correctly. An Akuma, Level One, floated behind him, the bottom part trailing in the mud.
Perhaps rain has a few uses after all. He thought, hurling himself to the right, rolling to his feet, then slipping and falling into the mud once more. Spitting out mud, and getting up again, this time more carefully, he grimaced.
Nevermind. Rain is definately bad. He thought wryly. He glanced at the Akuma, immediately taking a zig zagging, sprinting path to avoid further ranged attacks. This was something he hated about Level One Akuma. They relied primarily on ranged attacks, making it difficult for him to get in close enough to use his innocence.
Somnething Caught his eye as a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. Something was sparkling in a small deppression just off the road. Cole smiled, changing course slightly to angle towards the depression. Reaching the edge, he hurled himself forwards, rolling down to the sparkling object. His smile spread into a grin, and he grabbed the small cube, and shoving it into his pocket. He didn't need to take out the Akuma now, he had the Innocence. He glanced over the top of the depression, marking the Akuma's position, before jumping out and taking off running, his smile still in place. The sun had come out, and the rain was slowing to a drizzle. He was home free, it seemed, as the farther away he got, the less likely one of the Akuma's shots would actually hit him. He checked a pocketwatch he kept with him, and grimaced. The mission, including travel time, had taken nearly two days. He wanted to get back to Headquarters and sleep. In a matter of hours, he would be doing just that...
