#about mason

[renegadetulis]

Me reading the news about the Louvre jewel heist and my band of thieves snickering at the corner of my head. They'd probably be in and out within four minutes too.

[agentmasonmiller]

Would you say you have an addictive personality?

It’s something he admittedly has to think about given the not exactly direct nature of what an addictive personality it could be. “I suppose in a way you could infer I do, within reason of course. I rely on nicotine and am quite literally married to my job which could in itself be considered an addiction?” 

[cassecorrea]

Mason is so so manipulative bro, once Alex breaks up with him (again), he doesn’t leave her alone in the new apartment and keeps pushing himself onto her, then he uses a damn spell on her to get her to want him (MULTIPLE TIMES)

[masonduchanne]

hey what’s up i’m sunny, i’m 23, and i never freakin learned how to read! 

wow, i actually have an intro this time for my character?? will peachy-keen’s ever get written?? who knows. welcome to mason’s sad life though. @frostfordstart​

Being the oldest kid was always tough, but being the oldest with four younger sisters? Well, Mason had his work cut out for him from the start. Growing up, he had always been the caretaker. Someone scraped their knee? He was there with the bandaid. Someone was throwing a fit? He would be the one to calm them down. His parents did their best on their own, but with both of them working full time, and such a doting oldest son - it wasn’t long until more responsibilities began weighing on the young boy’s shoulders. Of course, he didn’t mind making his sister’s lunches or making sure they got to school in the morning. He didn’t mind giving up on sleepovers and football games all throughout middle school to babysit on the weekends - as long as he could make sure his sisters’ were okay, then he would be okay too.

It wasn’t until he was in high school - hormones raging, and rebellion growing within him - that he began to crave his own path. He was always there to lend a helping hand, always there to defend his sisters when they needed him. But for the first time in his life he began to realize that only ever being acknowledged for taking care of his sisters wasn’t enough for him. By the end of his freshman year, he was already on the baseball team, the football team - the president of his class, and well on the way to snagging the nomination for sophomore class president in the coming year. He worked harder than he had ever worked before to keep his grades up, but it wasn’t enough to outshine the torch that his parents would always hold for his younger sisters. He didn’t resent the girls - he never could - but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the slightest bit jealous of the attention that they got.

When it came time to choose his fate - where to go to college, what to do with his life  - the wishes of his family was nearly enough to keep him home in Alabama. But the pull of the city was too tempting for the southern boy, and before he knew it, he was off to Berkeley, California to study medicine. Mason missed his sisters more than anything - he missed the little town he grew up in, and he missed being close to his parents - but he felt like he had finally found himself in the Bay Area, and that feeling was too good to give up. Sure, he always made his way back home on the holidays - showed up for a surprise on more than one birthday - but Mason made himself a promise in Berkeley. He would never get stuck in Frostford ever again.

The vow was only strengthened when Mason met the love of his life. Allison Rose. It was only his second year in college when he saw her standing near the keg at a frat party; his throat going dry at the sight of her. It was like a dream from the very first moment they spoke, and like a whirlwind they were in love before they knew it. Dating led to moving in together, and moving in together led to an engagement. His entire family flew out to California for the wedding, and his sisters stood proudly as ‘groomsmaids’ during the ceremony. They were married before either of them even had so much as a Bachelor’s degree, but they were sure they had a whole life ahead of them to figure things out together. That was, until Allison got sick. The couple had three good years before the ground Beneath their feet began to crumble, and Mason was forced right back into his most seasoned role: caretaker. Only this time, no matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to heal the woman he loved. He couldn’t even seem to help her. Still, he stayed up at her side every single night - spent countless hours researching anything that might save her. He dropped out of college, and prayed every night to a god he didn’t believe in. But Mason was only human. The funeral went by in a blur. Hordes of family and friends giving him their best wishes went by unnoticed. He hardly remembers how all four of his sisters spent every night for a month squished into the apartment he had shared with Allison. The only thing that he could make sense of through the haze in his head was the pain. He missed his wife. He missed the beautiful life they had imagined for themselves; so many plans gone astray. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to feel okay again, but with his sisters begging him to live his life again, he didn’t feel like he had much choice when it came to healing – or faking it, at least.  They needed him, just like they always had; his whole family did. Though the walls he built around his heart certainly never went unnoticed, he had had enough of checking out of his own life.

In an attempt to get away from the memories that haunted the walls of the home he and Allison had shared together, he went along with his sisters back to his hometown. The one place he swore he would never go back to; Frostford. But with the help of his family he made it back to college – somehow made it all the way through med school. There wasn’t enough time to think when he was constantly on his feet, after all; barely sleeping and always waiting for the next patient.

It’s been nearly eight years now since the love of his life left him, and though he wishes he could tell the whole world he’s moved on… he knows there’s a piece inside of him that’s doomed to stay broken. A hole he’s been trying to fill with vodka and a xanax slipped to him under the table for as long as he can remember. It’s not the best method of coping, but… for a guy with so much on his shoulders, what else can he do?

[necros-writings]

15 Questions Tag Game!

Rules:  Answer 15 questions as either yourself or one of your OCs, then tag 15 people.

Much thanks to @crowswritetoo for the tag! I’ll be doing this for Mason, since I’ve been focusing on Ethan lately!

1. What is your full name?

Well, my full public name is Mason Cooper.

2. What does your full name mean?

Mason came from my father, who liked to call me his little mason when I was younger, cause I enjoyed building things. Cooper I just picked.

3. What are your nicknames/aliases/epithets/other names?

Hmmm...well technically Mason Cooper is an alias. Let’s see...in many parts of the known universe, and some of the unknown, I’m called the Gunslinger. A little dramatic, but it sticks and it’s not exactly untrue. My brother likes to call me matchstick on occasion. And Ms. Rachel refers to me as Kitten every so often.

4. What is your gender?

Male. That’s what you call it, right?

5. What is your sexuality?

I don’t know what you would call it, but I am capable of being attracted to any sentient and sapient life. Oh, and any “gender”.

6. Where are you from?

A small coastal town on a planet some...75 lightyears from Earth, I think? The town’s name doesn’t really translate to any Earth language.

7. When were you born?

A little over 200,000 of your years ago.

8. How old are you?

Mine and John’s 201,023 birthday just passed, actually.

9. Where do you live?

In a small mansion with Ms. Rachel, in London, during the Victorian Era. I would prefer the modern era, but that’s not when she’s employed.

10. What are your quirks?

Uh...I like using my powers to draw with fire, does that count? 

11. Who are your family members?

I have a brother, John. Mother and father are...not what anyone would call “living”, but they’re not dead. They...exist.

12. Who are your pets?

Not a pet, but there’s a small dragon that I think considers me part of her hoard.

13. What do you look like?

Tall, bit angular. Long dark hair, with a bright red bit in the front that I like to tell people is a genetic thing. It’s far funnier than telling them it’s dyed. Especially since it isn’t. Hmmm....oh, well dressed. Have to be, since I am the head butler. Oh, I have white patches, similar to your uh...vitiligo. 

14. Who’s your hero?

I don’t really have one. Last person I considered my hero I ended up shooting.

15. What’s your moral alignment?

I think this refers to that alignment thing for that game Ethan likes. Based on his explanation, I think I’d fall under chaotic good? Maybe? I’m not sure. He’s moved on to explaining something about classes.

Let’s see, who to tag? How about @squeaky-floorboards @fenfaerie @leicawri @inkpot-dreamer @irabwrites @yetmorestories @alessia-writes @margaretcroftwrites @trapped-inadystopianovel @dionian-gayce @writingtothestars and of course whoever sees this and wants to give it a go! (Make sure to tag me if you do! I love seeing these!)

[charlie-bee]

@masonbellamy, @yourmomsamilf

[sent to their homes] 

Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite boys! 

-Charlie 

[backtothemack]

[inside a card] @masonbellamy Dear Mason, I know the situation isn't ideal, but I gotta say, if anyone's gonna make it.. it's you guys. You're such nerds. It's a good fit. Love you man, and sorry for fueling any alcoholic tendencies with these gifts. ;) - Mack P.S. the one bottle is for you, the other white is to share, and the other one is for her when she's stuck dealing with your bullshit.

[agentmasonmiller]

How do you feel about... Yourself?

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

It’s the one question he doesn’t anticipate, being asked how he feels about himself and in truth it’s not one would come with a simple answer. He’s a confident man, naturally everything about him essentially screams the fact but beneath those layers he often finds himself a failure, blames himself for a multitude of things. “That’s an incredibly loaded question.” He delivered the response dryly, fairly void of emotion as he attempts to wrestle with how to answer it. “I suppose it depends on what aspect of my life. As a field agent I feel I failed myself and Shield at the most basic level, regardless of betrayal I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be caught.” He responds fairly matter of fact even given it’s not exactly a typical response. 

“I suppose I have a neutral feeling about myself, in most regards, neither positive nor entirely negative.”