Post by spider on Oct 15, 2007 12:06:10 GMT 10
Name: Cyrus Dezi
Age: 168
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Appearance: His hair is about three inches long, the color of midnight, always up in spikes. His eyes were the color of honey and chestnut. His body like that of a statue; perfect, hard muscles, sleek features, a good height of six feet.
Personality: His personality is a large void of unknown. His mood is completely unpredictable. He doesn't even know his own mind. Whatever is presented to him will have an unknown effect on him because his mind seems to change from day to day. Making him a very bad decision maker.
History: Cyrus was born one hundred and sixty-eight years ago in a small town to a rather poor family. They didn't have much money, but had enough to survive. Cyrus didn't really make any friends because he was was a rather.....random boy who didn't really want to work, or to make friends, he wanted to explore. And on the day he turned twenty he moved out of his parents small hut and traveled.
Not long after he went traveling he came across the beautiful town of Nessune Conclusioni Felici. He fell in love with the scenery and the location of the town and took up residents.
Even after he had settled down, it did not silence his need to explore. So he was often out on week to month long camping trips. On one such trip he discovered a woman alone in the woods. Being the curious person that he is, he approached her.
That was the worst mistake of his life.
The woman turned on him and.... well the rest is a little... graphic. The next morning Cyrus felt different. Powerful. Strong. Beautiful. He could tell he was like the woman, perfect. The very epitamy of the word; a vampire.
At first he was not sure he enjoyed this new life. Out living any friends he had made over time, and killing innocent people for him to survive. He just wasn't sure.
And now, one hundred and forty-eight years later, he was still as curious and as adventurous as ever.
Example post: The black glove crashed down on an open palm for the millionth time. Her jaw repeatedly smashed up and down as she worked on a piece of gum. An ocean of black hair cascaded down a skinny frame, centering on piercing round marble crystal clear water blue eyes. A thin nose underneath, and thin peach lips.
Norali was bored. And where was she? The hospital no less. Why was she there? To recruit of course! This class five shadow was maybe one of the top twenty shadows in bringing in fresh shadows. And what better place to find those willing to keep surviving? You guessed it; the hospital.
Norali pocketed her black gloves in her black trench coat and pulled it around her, tucking her hands into the pockets she was a five foot and eleven inch wave of blackness. She marched up to the counter, putting on her best sincere face. She asked the unit secretary behind the desk," I just saw my niece get wheeled through here. A little girl. What room was she sent too?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes. The woman touched her heart then rolled her chair to her computer, typed in something and told her the room.
Norali thanked the woman and left with a swish of her coat, grinning evilly when she had her back turned.
At the door to the room, she saw the doctor and whispered in his ear and stood beside him, with a devious look on her face, looking at the little girl. It almost made her laugh. Insignificant child! Norali couldn't wait until she had stolen her soul.
Age: 168
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Appearance: His hair is about three inches long, the color of midnight, always up in spikes. His eyes were the color of honey and chestnut. His body like that of a statue; perfect, hard muscles, sleek features, a good height of six feet.
Personality: His personality is a large void of unknown. His mood is completely unpredictable. He doesn't even know his own mind. Whatever is presented to him will have an unknown effect on him because his mind seems to change from day to day. Making him a very bad decision maker.
History: Cyrus was born one hundred and sixty-eight years ago in a small town to a rather poor family. They didn't have much money, but had enough to survive. Cyrus didn't really make any friends because he was was a rather.....random boy who didn't really want to work, or to make friends, he wanted to explore. And on the day he turned twenty he moved out of his parents small hut and traveled.
Not long after he went traveling he came across the beautiful town of Nessune Conclusioni Felici. He fell in love with the scenery and the location of the town and took up residents.
Even after he had settled down, it did not silence his need to explore. So he was often out on week to month long camping trips. On one such trip he discovered a woman alone in the woods. Being the curious person that he is, he approached her.
That was the worst mistake of his life.
The woman turned on him and.... well the rest is a little... graphic. The next morning Cyrus felt different. Powerful. Strong. Beautiful. He could tell he was like the woman, perfect. The very epitamy of the word; a vampire.
At first he was not sure he enjoyed this new life. Out living any friends he had made over time, and killing innocent people for him to survive. He just wasn't sure.
And now, one hundred and forty-eight years later, he was still as curious and as adventurous as ever.
Example post: The black glove crashed down on an open palm for the millionth time. Her jaw repeatedly smashed up and down as she worked on a piece of gum. An ocean of black hair cascaded down a skinny frame, centering on piercing round marble crystal clear water blue eyes. A thin nose underneath, and thin peach lips.
Norali was bored. And where was she? The hospital no less. Why was she there? To recruit of course! This class five shadow was maybe one of the top twenty shadows in bringing in fresh shadows. And what better place to find those willing to keep surviving? You guessed it; the hospital.
Norali pocketed her black gloves in her black trench coat and pulled it around her, tucking her hands into the pockets she was a five foot and eleven inch wave of blackness. She marched up to the counter, putting on her best sincere face. She asked the unit secretary behind the desk," I just saw my niece get wheeled through here. A little girl. What room was she sent too?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes. The woman touched her heart then rolled her chair to her computer, typed in something and told her the room.
Norali thanked the woman and left with a swish of her coat, grinning evilly when she had her back turned.
At the door to the room, she saw the doctor and whispered in his ear and stood beside him, with a devious look on her face, looking at the little girl. It almost made her laugh. Insignificant child! Norali couldn't wait until she had stolen her soul.