Post by kiko on Aug 2, 2008 14:05:59 GMT -4
Name: Anton Thomas Simable
Age: Forever 17. But he's been a vampire for 302 years.
Status: Vegetarian Vampire
Family: His mom and dad gave up looking for their son when he was 17. A vampire. No family has come for him, as wanted him, so he lives alone. He had no siblings, and never wanted any.
Appearance:
His skin. Pale as ice, white as snow. His face was the face that made even some other vampires feel ugly. Perfect lips. Perfect cheek bones. Perfect Nose. Perfect jaw line. The dark circles under his eyes only seemed to make him that much more attractive. His lips were the perfect shade of pink, and his eyes. His eyes. Perfectly shaped, fabulously colored. Unlike the topaz in other vampires eyes, his were dark sapphires caged in by thick, dark eyelashes.
His hair is short, and spiked at the front. His dark, golden brown hair only makes his eyes stand out from his pale skin. Dyeing it dark was his only option. To make him feel more normal, and for people not to stare into his dark eyes.
He stands a tall, but muscled 6 feet. His cloths are fitted well, and made nicely. While his jeans and t-shirts aren't anything special, he can pull them off easily.
Personality: Dark and reserved. Allowing only the certain ones near. His shy and reserved exterior, can give way to a harsh, abusive interior. However, he would never drink a humans blood, in fear the truth would be relived. Hard, a shell locks his secrets, and history away from everyone in sight. Talking to him is more than likely going to end up in him leaving.
Buttttt...on the rare occasions he'll stay long enough to talk, sometimes, he'll soften, but his guard has never been fully down. If you don't talk, he won't either. It's often hard for him to keep a conversation going, so he no longer makes an effort. He has about no friends, but it's his choice, and his want.
History: His life as a human was as ordinary as all. He went to school. He ate. He was a normal kid. Anton had always been popular...as a human. Being happy and bubbly was easy for him then, and people loved spending time with the happy-go-lucky boy. His eyes were originally navy, unusual as it was, it only made him look just that much more beautiful. Life was easy, and he had no reason to be different.
But.
One night.
Three hundred and two years ago.
Teeth sunk into his flesh. The bite that pained him forever.
One. Two. Three. Three steps into the street.
No one saw it coming. Not him, not now, not ever.
The figure lunged, and bit his chest, his heart spread the venom.
Three days of pain tortured him. He lay in the street for three days. Screaming, wishing he would die.
When he woke up. He was a vampire. Knowing what he had become, he locked himself away for one hundred years. He knew the thirst for blood was very, very bad. And he didn't want anyone else to suffer like he had.
In the last two hundred years he's learned to cope with who he is. He feeds of animals, but to resist, he has to feed every week. He dose so on weekends, where it's easier to hide. He's alone. All the time. But he dosen't mind, he's determined to live as he is.
Sample RP:[/size]
Anton sighed. How much longer would he have to live in hiding? It wasn't fun. Just because you were a vampire, you had to hide. He knew he couldn't have been the only one.. He just hadn't met any others yet. But he didn't mind hiding.. that much. He sometimes preferred to be alone. Especially because of his dark interior. He'd been afraid that if he got too close to someone, he'd hurt them. It wouldn't have been the first time. He'd heard of other vampires in Forks, hence the reason he now lives here. But he hasn't found any yet. You figure he'd be able to smell them. But.. it wasn't like that. Maybe he just had to look more. He didn't have to hide here, what with all the rain and hardly any shine. He'd just have to keep looking.
Age: Forever 17. But he's been a vampire for 302 years.
Status: Vegetarian Vampire
Family: His mom and dad gave up looking for their son when he was 17. A vampire. No family has come for him, as wanted him, so he lives alone. He had no siblings, and never wanted any.
Appearance:
His skin. Pale as ice, white as snow. His face was the face that made even some other vampires feel ugly. Perfect lips. Perfect cheek bones. Perfect Nose. Perfect jaw line. The dark circles under his eyes only seemed to make him that much more attractive. His lips were the perfect shade of pink, and his eyes. His eyes. Perfectly shaped, fabulously colored. Unlike the topaz in other vampires eyes, his were dark sapphires caged in by thick, dark eyelashes.
His hair is short, and spiked at the front. His dark, golden brown hair only makes his eyes stand out from his pale skin. Dyeing it dark was his only option. To make him feel more normal, and for people not to stare into his dark eyes.
He stands a tall, but muscled 6 feet. His cloths are fitted well, and made nicely. While his jeans and t-shirts aren't anything special, he can pull them off easily.
Personality: Dark and reserved. Allowing only the certain ones near. His shy and reserved exterior, can give way to a harsh, abusive interior. However, he would never drink a humans blood, in fear the truth would be relived. Hard, a shell locks his secrets, and history away from everyone in sight. Talking to him is more than likely going to end up in him leaving.
Buttttt...on the rare occasions he'll stay long enough to talk, sometimes, he'll soften, but his guard has never been fully down. If you don't talk, he won't either. It's often hard for him to keep a conversation going, so he no longer makes an effort. He has about no friends, but it's his choice, and his want.
History: His life as a human was as ordinary as all. He went to school. He ate. He was a normal kid. Anton had always been popular...as a human. Being happy and bubbly was easy for him then, and people loved spending time with the happy-go-lucky boy. His eyes were originally navy, unusual as it was, it only made him look just that much more beautiful. Life was easy, and he had no reason to be different.
But.
One night.
Three hundred and two years ago.
Teeth sunk into his flesh. The bite that pained him forever.
One. Two. Three. Three steps into the street.
No one saw it coming. Not him, not now, not ever.
The figure lunged, and bit his chest, his heart spread the venom.
Three days of pain tortured him. He lay in the street for three days. Screaming, wishing he would die.
When he woke up. He was a vampire. Knowing what he had become, he locked himself away for one hundred years. He knew the thirst for blood was very, very bad. And he didn't want anyone else to suffer like he had.
In the last two hundred years he's learned to cope with who he is. He feeds of animals, but to resist, he has to feed every week. He dose so on weekends, where it's easier to hide. He's alone. All the time. But he dosen't mind, he's determined to live as he is.
Sample RP:[/size]
Anton sighed. How much longer would he have to live in hiding? It wasn't fun. Just because you were a vampire, you had to hide. He knew he couldn't have been the only one.. He just hadn't met any others yet. But he didn't mind hiding.. that much. He sometimes preferred to be alone. Especially because of his dark interior. He'd been afraid that if he got too close to someone, he'd hurt them. It wouldn't have been the first time. He'd heard of other vampires in Forks, hence the reason he now lives here. But he hasn't found any yet. You figure he'd be able to smell them. But.. it wasn't like that. Maybe he just had to look more. He didn't have to hide here, what with all the rain and hardly any shine. He'd just have to keep looking.