Post by . || Adian Savage on Nov 30, 2007 20:12:04 GMT -5
Name: Adian Savage (Saa-vage)
Town: Fell's Church
Gender: Male
Short Desription
Just your typical vampire, pale face, hollowed eyes, long canines that look like they're popping out of his lips. Typical, typical, typical. Average height, build, weight for a male. Not muscles, no defining features, from behind you cannot tell if he is Folk or Vampire.
Hieght: 6'2"
Weight: 136 LBS
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
*Anything Else:
His left canine is a tad longer then his right.
Personality:
Bitter, insanely bitter. His turning was painful, and it broke his will. He is like a lost soul, who floats around and does nothing but complain about how much he hates things, yet will never take action to change anything. Adian is lazy, and won't move any more than he has to. The only thing he seems to come alive for is his art. Luckily for all, most of his sarcasm carried over from Folk to Vampire, and he cracks dark-humored jokes and spits sarcastic remarks often.
Do's:
-Nibble on his ears.
-Bake him cookies
-Let him paint and draw.
-Let him keep the kitten.
((Above will all be revealed later on))
-Let him speak in French
Don'ts:
-Poke him in the side
-Take away his sketches
-Abuse animals
-Hug him
-Take away his music
Likes:
Drawing, Panthers, felines of all sorts, rainbows, colorful things, writing, reading, the dream of flying, music, amusing people with his French.
Dislikes:
Being poked, hugs, having any of his works criticized, the whole female "species", running, TV.
*Anything Else:
He speaks in a French accent, but his normal voice is very monotone and sarcastic. Often he will slip into French, and it is sometimes hard to understand him.
History:
Adian has lived a lifetime and a half, the inability to die reigns heavy on his soul, and he is often brooding about his fading childhood. He has no memory of the one who bit him, nor does he have memory of the Turning. His first waking memory of being a Vampire was waking up to hundreds of pale faces, in a dim room.
Goals: None at all.
Moto: "Ah, f**k it"
Childhood:
His childhood was wondrous though, his parents weren't rich, nor were they poor, they had just enough to get by. It was a simple life, but the young Adian desired nothing more. Once his was Turned, he lost all moral values, and left his home without so much as a single moment of hesitation, living with the coven of other Vampires.
*Anything else:
Adian tends to avoid the rural area of his past.
Rp Example:
Reaction in Rp:
I felt the hair on the back of my neck tingling, and the rage built inside me, burning a hole into my brain. A red haze seemed to cover me, and I wanted to kill, to rend flesh from bone. Their faces were so stricken and guilty, it only fueled to burning rage. "Why." No, it was not a question, it was a statement.
And before either one of them could bounce off each other, I felt my mind snapping. The next few moments were a blur, I heard screams that sounded so distant. I heart popping, and tearing, and I could feel the blood on my skin. Yet, I felt so far away, everything was so surreal, my body separated from my mind. And then... it was all over, I was back in my body. Looking at the two corpses by my feet and wondering why.
Town: Fell's Church
Gender: Male
Short Desription
Just your typical vampire, pale face, hollowed eyes, long canines that look like they're popping out of his lips. Typical, typical, typical. Average height, build, weight for a male. Not muscles, no defining features, from behind you cannot tell if he is Folk or Vampire.
Hieght: 6'2"
Weight: 136 LBS
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
*Anything Else:
His left canine is a tad longer then his right.
Personality:
Bitter, insanely bitter. His turning was painful, and it broke his will. He is like a lost soul, who floats around and does nothing but complain about how much he hates things, yet will never take action to change anything. Adian is lazy, and won't move any more than he has to. The only thing he seems to come alive for is his art. Luckily for all, most of his sarcasm carried over from Folk to Vampire, and he cracks dark-humored jokes and spits sarcastic remarks often.
Do's:
-Nibble on his ears.
-Bake him cookies
-Let him paint and draw.
-Let him keep the kitten.
((Above will all be revealed later on))
-Let him speak in French
Don'ts:
-Poke him in the side
-Take away his sketches
-Abuse animals
-Hug him
-Take away his music
Likes:
Drawing, Panthers, felines of all sorts, rainbows, colorful things, writing, reading, the dream of flying, music, amusing people with his French.
Dislikes:
Being poked, hugs, having any of his works criticized, the whole female "species", running, TV.
*Anything Else:
He speaks in a French accent, but his normal voice is very monotone and sarcastic. Often he will slip into French, and it is sometimes hard to understand him.
History:
Adian has lived a lifetime and a half, the inability to die reigns heavy on his soul, and he is often brooding about his fading childhood. He has no memory of the one who bit him, nor does he have memory of the Turning. His first waking memory of being a Vampire was waking up to hundreds of pale faces, in a dim room.
Goals: None at all.
Moto: "Ah, f**k it"
Childhood:
His childhood was wondrous though, his parents weren't rich, nor were they poor, they had just enough to get by. It was a simple life, but the young Adian desired nothing more. Once his was Turned, he lost all moral values, and left his home without so much as a single moment of hesitation, living with the coven of other Vampires.
*Anything else:
Adian tends to avoid the rural area of his past.
Rp Example:
You've just walked in on your girlfriend
[/u] and your best friend making-out in the common room, what do you do?[/center]Reaction in Rp:
I felt the hair on the back of my neck tingling, and the rage built inside me, burning a hole into my brain. A red haze seemed to cover me, and I wanted to kill, to rend flesh from bone. Their faces were so stricken and guilty, it only fueled to burning rage. "Why." No, it was not a question, it was a statement.
And before either one of them could bounce off each other, I felt my mind snapping. The next few moments were a blur, I heard screams that sounded so distant. I heart popping, and tearing, and I could feel the blood on my skin. Yet, I felt so far away, everything was so surreal, my body separated from my mind. And then... it was all over, I was back in my body. Looking at the two corpses by my feet and wondering why.