Post by Freddy Umphries on Jul 31, 2008 12:58:37 GMT -4
Character Name: Freddy Umphries
Status: (Human, Future Werewolf, Werewolf, Vegetarian Vampire or Vampire) Vampire.
RPG Sample:Freddy Umphries. Rugby and Soccer extraordinaire. And not to mention extremely strong. Lifting a car? Easy pasy. Pulling along an 18-wheeler? Didn't even break a sweat...not that I could sweat or anything. But you get the idea. His fists were clinched in his jean pockets as he walked the streets of Port Angeles. To be quite honest, I'd rather be anywhere, but here. He passed by a group of women all of whom stopped and stared. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at them. He was pretty sure some of them had a heart attack.
Freddy turned back around and looked towards the orange glow of the street lamps. It was late, too late for humans. He guessed that those women over there had gone clubbing or a bar. Why did James turn me when I was just eighteen? I can't get a goddamn drink now.
A group of three men passed by him. They stopped and turned to Freddy. "Hey!" Freddy turned and stopped.
"Yeah?" One of the men, the supposed leader came up to Freddy and took out a small, hunting knife out of his jacket pocket.
"Give me your money." Freddy couldn't help, but smirk. He held his hands up in defense.
"Sorry sir, but I don't carry any money with me," Freddy said with that same smirk. The man tried to take a swipe at Freddy, but he caught the man's arm. In a matter of minutes, Freddy disabled the man's attack and drained his body completely of blood. He dropped the body to the ground and looked at the two other men. They two men tried to run, but Freddy pounced on the both of them. And soon their fate matched theirs of their leader. Freddy, still smirking, wiped his mouth clean with the sleeve of one of the men's jackets.
He continued down the street, now with a little bounce in his step.
Status: (Human, Future Werewolf, Werewolf, Vegetarian Vampire or Vampire) Vampire.
RPG Sample:Freddy Umphries. Rugby and Soccer extraordinaire. And not to mention extremely strong. Lifting a car? Easy pasy. Pulling along an 18-wheeler? Didn't even break a sweat...not that I could sweat or anything. But you get the idea. His fists were clinched in his jean pockets as he walked the streets of Port Angeles. To be quite honest, I'd rather be anywhere, but here. He passed by a group of women all of whom stopped and stared. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at them. He was pretty sure some of them had a heart attack.
Freddy turned back around and looked towards the orange glow of the street lamps. It was late, too late for humans. He guessed that those women over there had gone clubbing or a bar. Why did James turn me when I was just eighteen? I can't get a goddamn drink now.
A group of three men passed by him. They stopped and turned to Freddy. "Hey!" Freddy turned and stopped.
"Yeah?" One of the men, the supposed leader came up to Freddy and took out a small, hunting knife out of his jacket pocket.
"Give me your money." Freddy couldn't help, but smirk. He held his hands up in defense.
"Sorry sir, but I don't carry any money with me," Freddy said with that same smirk. The man tried to take a swipe at Freddy, but he caught the man's arm. In a matter of minutes, Freddy disabled the man's attack and drained his body completely of blood. He dropped the body to the ground and looked at the two other men. They two men tried to run, but Freddy pounced on the both of them. And soon their fate matched theirs of their leader. Freddy, still smirking, wiped his mouth clean with the sleeve of one of the men's jackets.
He continued down the street, now with a little bounce in his step.
