Post by stephen on Jul 6, 2008 22:01:40 GMT -4
Name: Stephen Wesley Fox
Age: Eighty-seven, but looks seventeen
Status: Vampire who tries to be vegetarian but doesn’t always succeed
Family: None worthy of mentioning
Appearance:
Tall and lanky, Stephen stands at six foot two inches tall, and for a vampire his skin isn’t very pale. He actually looks like he’s seen the light of day and gotten a bit of a tan from it, which he always finds odd, to say the least. It makes his dark hair looks like a dark brown instead of an inky black, which is exactly how it would look if he were vampire pale like he’s supposed to be. He’s still got the rest of the typical vampire features though; purple bags under the eyes like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep because he hasn’t, skin that’s as hard, cold, and flawless as carved marble, and weirdly colored eyes that are either tawny amber when he’s been good and hunted animals, burgundy red when he’s slipped up and drank human blood, and coal black when he needs to hunt.
Even though he’s smoked for the last... seventy some odd years, Stephen’s teeth aren’t yellow like you’d expect them to be, but white, like they’re supposed to be. He has a charming smile, and a breathtaking grin that just rarely aren’t seen, considering he isn’t around people much.
Personality:
Let’s get a few things straight before we begin: Stephen is not a bad vampire. He tries to be good, he just has a very hard time resisting human blood, even if he confides himself in the woods, a human comes along and he slips up. He usually beats himself up about it- literally- for the next month after the event happens, and won’t look at his own reflection until he’s absolutely positive that his eyes aren’t red anymore.
Okay, now into basics. Stephen has a temper, but he can’t help it. Little things tick him off, and he usually just bites his tongue and clenches his hands to keep himself from starting something that would spiral out of control. He does have common sense, and knows how to use it well. He’s also just plain smart, and can be a smart ass when he wants to because holding back a sarcastic comment isn’t his strong point. If you actually get to know him and get close to him, he’s a really nice guy who can be sweet and funny and a tad bit overprotective, but everyone has their negatives. Oh, on the subject of negatives, the main weakness Stephen has is water. He ‘drowned’, so if he’s underwater he absolutely freaks out and loses his usually calm, cool, and sophisticated stature. It doesn’t occur to him that he, oh, I don’t know, can’t die again from drowning.[/b]
History: Born in a small town in Colorado, Stephen was the middle child, with an older brother and a little sister, and two parents who seemed to get along great. His life seemed perfect, because the family rarely had issues with money, the kids rarely had issues with school or relations between each other, and their parents rarely seemed to hate each other. But alas, that was the case. Stephen’s parents argued. Frequently, actually. The two eldest siblings found out and did their best to keep it from their little sister, but when Stephen’s parents announced they were getting a divorce when he was seventeen, there was no more hiding it.
Before they split up, they wanted to have one more family vacation, and they went camping, one of the family’s favorite past times. But it wasn’t quite as much fun this time, and the kids weren’t quite as happy or loud or talkative on the way there or even once they got to the campsite. Stephen’s dad suggested they go swimming, and the entire family agreed, though begrudgingly. No one was in high spirits.
The grotto where the family went swimming was by a decent sized cliff, so they were able to dive. Well, that’s what they all did, but Stephen stayed under too long and got too much water in his lungs, essentially blacking out underwater before anyone realized what had happened. Too bad he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone when he stepped into the campsite. See, a stray vampire was in the area, and was hungry. Seeing a hopeless human washed up on the beach half-dead was an easy target for a meal, basically. But something- God knows what- distracted it and had it leave Stephen. And bada-bing bada-boom, three days later you have a newborn vampire in a campsite full of humans. Needless to say he ran, doing his damnedest not to attack anyone once he realized why the back of his throat felt like it was burning, or more like what it was burning for.
Since then, for sixty years Stephen has been wandering around the country, just trying to fit in. He’s had his fair share of slip ups in his diet, but he’s trying. And being all alone does not make life any easier. Maybe a fresh start will come with seeing that blur of a sigh with the big white letters reading ‘Welcome to Forks, Washington!’
Sample RP: Just an RP I did today... on here.
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Age: Eighty-seven, but looks seventeen
Status: Vampire who tries to be vegetarian but doesn’t always succeed
Family: None worthy of mentioning
Appearance:
Tall and lanky, Stephen stands at six foot two inches tall, and for a vampire his skin isn’t very pale. He actually looks like he’s seen the light of day and gotten a bit of a tan from it, which he always finds odd, to say the least. It makes his dark hair looks like a dark brown instead of an inky black, which is exactly how it would look if he were vampire pale like he’s supposed to be. He’s still got the rest of the typical vampire features though; purple bags under the eyes like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep because he hasn’t, skin that’s as hard, cold, and flawless as carved marble, and weirdly colored eyes that are either tawny amber when he’s been good and hunted animals, burgundy red when he’s slipped up and drank human blood, and coal black when he needs to hunt.
Even though he’s smoked for the last... seventy some odd years, Stephen’s teeth aren’t yellow like you’d expect them to be, but white, like they’re supposed to be. He has a charming smile, and a breathtaking grin that just rarely aren’t seen, considering he isn’t around people much.
Personality:
Let’s get a few things straight before we begin: Stephen is not a bad vampire. He tries to be good, he just has a very hard time resisting human blood, even if he confides himself in the woods, a human comes along and he slips up. He usually beats himself up about it- literally- for the next month after the event happens, and won’t look at his own reflection until he’s absolutely positive that his eyes aren’t red anymore.
Okay, now into basics. Stephen has a temper, but he can’t help it. Little things tick him off, and he usually just bites his tongue and clenches his hands to keep himself from starting something that would spiral out of control. He does have common sense, and knows how to use it well. He’s also just plain smart, and can be a smart ass when he wants to because holding back a sarcastic comment isn’t his strong point. If you actually get to know him and get close to him, he’s a really nice guy who can be sweet and funny and a tad bit overprotective, but everyone has their negatives. Oh, on the subject of negatives, the main weakness Stephen has is water. He ‘drowned’, so if he’s underwater he absolutely freaks out and loses his usually calm, cool, and sophisticated stature. It doesn’t occur to him that he, oh, I don’t know, can’t die again from drowning.[/b]
History: Born in a small town in Colorado, Stephen was the middle child, with an older brother and a little sister, and two parents who seemed to get along great. His life seemed perfect, because the family rarely had issues with money, the kids rarely had issues with school or relations between each other, and their parents rarely seemed to hate each other. But alas, that was the case. Stephen’s parents argued. Frequently, actually. The two eldest siblings found out and did their best to keep it from their little sister, but when Stephen’s parents announced they were getting a divorce when he was seventeen, there was no more hiding it.
Before they split up, they wanted to have one more family vacation, and they went camping, one of the family’s favorite past times. But it wasn’t quite as much fun this time, and the kids weren’t quite as happy or loud or talkative on the way there or even once they got to the campsite. Stephen’s dad suggested they go swimming, and the entire family agreed, though begrudgingly. No one was in high spirits.
The grotto where the family went swimming was by a decent sized cliff, so they were able to dive. Well, that’s what they all did, but Stephen stayed under too long and got too much water in his lungs, essentially blacking out underwater before anyone realized what had happened. Too bad he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone when he stepped into the campsite. See, a stray vampire was in the area, and was hungry. Seeing a hopeless human washed up on the beach half-dead was an easy target for a meal, basically. But something- God knows what- distracted it and had it leave Stephen. And bada-bing bada-boom, three days later you have a newborn vampire in a campsite full of humans. Needless to say he ran, doing his damnedest not to attack anyone once he realized why the back of his throat felt like it was burning, or more like what it was burning for.
Since then, for sixty years Stephen has been wandering around the country, just trying to fit in. He’s had his fair share of slip ups in his diet, but he’s trying. And being all alone does not make life any easier. Maybe a fresh start will come with seeing that blur of a sigh with the big white letters reading ‘Welcome to Forks, Washington!’
Sample RP: Just an RP I did today... on here.
Why she was at the mall, she didn’t know. Probably because there was nothing better to do today and she didn’t feel like having to talk to her parents and be casually reminded not to turn out like her sister. At that thought, Rayne rolled her eyes, dodging around a garbage can that seemed to just sprout out from the ground. Stupid mall obstacles! As if dodging through masses of people wasn’t hard enough for a klutz, whoever constructed the malls felt the need to add other non-moving objects like poles, benches, chairs, tables, and garbage cans. Oh, and cars that were randomly on display that you weren’t supposed to touch but had fingerprints on the windows.
Sadly, because she was dodging the garbage can, she jumped right into the oncoming shoppers, one of whom basically elbowed her in the stomach without even a second glance. Having the air knocked out of your lungs, totally not fun. Rayne looked over her shoulder to glare at the retreating person’s head and stick her tongue out at him, aimlessly walking over to one of the tables and sitting down. At least sitting there was nothing she could trip over, and hopefully someone would avoid her because they were avoiding the table.
She went over to the first empty seat she saw, across from a guy who looked about her age. It was hard to tell, considering he was looking down at his pizza. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked, glaring over her shoulder once more and wrapping an arm around her stomach, which was now seriously starting to hurt. Her luck sucked, her coordination usually sucked, and adding masses of people into the equation was never a good idea. It usually ended in her getting physically hurt.
Sadly, because she was dodging the garbage can, she jumped right into the oncoming shoppers, one of whom basically elbowed her in the stomach without even a second glance. Having the air knocked out of your lungs, totally not fun. Rayne looked over her shoulder to glare at the retreating person’s head and stick her tongue out at him, aimlessly walking over to one of the tables and sitting down. At least sitting there was nothing she could trip over, and hopefully someone would avoid her because they were avoiding the table.
She went over to the first empty seat she saw, across from a guy who looked about her age. It was hard to tell, considering he was looking down at his pizza. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked, glaring over her shoulder once more and wrapping an arm around her stomach, which was now seriously starting to hurt. Her luck sucked, her coordination usually sucked, and adding masses of people into the equation was never a good idea. It usually ended in her getting physically hurt.