Post by Administrator on Jun 17, 2010 23:57:38 GMT -4
Your name: Zach
Character's Name: Maxwell James Barrier
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Vampire Age 74
Category: Wild
Character History: A youn man during the great depression, Max was born on the floor of his family's home in Lucas, Ohio. His mother did not survive the process, leaving the youngest child of the family without the love of a mother. He was tourtued constantly by his siblings, and then by the children at school. They all told him he wasn't strong, he wasn't smart. Just dumb ol' Max Barrier. It was at this point in his life, that he met Tyrone Stillwell, the outcast among the adults in the town. Tyrone never attended church, and wore a weird stone around his neck. But, reguardless, Max couldn't stay away, and annoyed Tyrone to the point he would speak to Max.
After eight months, and what became a friendship, Tyrone told Max what he was, and that he wanted Max to join him in this life. Max hurridely agreed, and jumped at the chance to be diffrent, better than the other kids in his town. So, the two took the time to make it look as if Max was murdered, going so far as to leave a body, mangled to the point of no return. Then, the two left for the mountains. Max would never return a human.
He did not want to leave Tyrone. But, when Tyrone began treating Max as a slave, Max felt the only thing he could do would be to leave his only friend in the mountains, as he ran for the city. He became incredibly accoustum to the hunt, much perferring a rapid hunt to a quick surrender. He loved to fight for his food, and he fared very well for himself, adapted incredibly. He was happy. Eventually, he massacured the town from which he came, the entire town, dead. It wasn't until much later when he discovered his brother Jeremy had survived to the life of a vampire as well.
Character Appearance: Max is by all accounts the perfect vampire. He is beautiful, smart, charming. But, apperence is deciving. Max is wickedly vengeful, and hates to be outdone by anyone, human or otherwise. He is not a force to be recokoned with, because anyone who gets in his way, for any reason, he would not lose a wink of anything should they die because of him. He enjoys hunting, and chasing those whom he is going to kill. He refuses to give up, and makes damn sure that he gets what he wants when he wants it. But, is too a coward, when it comes to other vampires. He will not fight one, and do his best to not even come across another of his type. He is a fatalist by nature, and doesn't believe in love..
Strengths/Weaknesses: STRENGTHS:
+ Hunting
+ Hate
+ Murder
WEAKNESSES:
+ Other Vampires
+ Human Food
+ Not staying in one palce.
Personality: Max is by all accounts the perfect vampire. He is beautiful, smart, charming. But, apperence is deciving. Max is wickedly vengeful, and hates to be outdone by anyone, human or otherwise. He is not a force to be recokoned with, because anyone who gets in his way, for any reason, he would not lose a wink of anything should they die because of him. He enjoys hunting, and chasing those whom he is going to kill. He refuses to give up, and makes damn sure that he gets what he wants when he wants it. But, is too a coward, when it comes to other vampires. He will not fight one, and do his best to not even come across another of his type. He is a fatalist by nature, and doesn't believe in love..
How is your character related to the story? He tends to be a little aggresive, so he may just be dumb enough to go after someone he shouldn't.
Sample of your RP-ing skills: Seth ran his fingers gingerly over the old book, afraid to rip the pages. The bible in his hands belonged to his father, and it was of great value to the family. Bound in black leather and encrusted with a large gold cross, it was the most beautiful thing Seth had ever seen, and, as a child, he would stare at it for hours. One time, he was caught in his father's study, staring, and his father simply lifted Seth to his knee, and read from the first story. He then kissed Seth on the head, and allowed him to take the bible, and put it somewhere special. The last kind gesture he had known, and it was now in his lap. Home was further. Hundreds further. He had no contact like most kids did. No contact to that little wood sided blue house with blue shutters. No contact to the mint green fence, the chipped paint that falls off in your hand as you touch it. No contact with all he had ever known. His mother refused the children a phone, except to talk to relatives on birthdays, and even Mama barley used it. She spent her days teaching the girls how to cook, while Papa was out at the church, Seth taught the boys to be men.
He had to chuckle at that thought. If Seth was not even a man, how could he teach the others to be? He couldn't. he gave his siblings odd jobs around the little farm. Move that bail, muck that stall, feed this horse. It was all very simple jobs. Then, Seth would set to the rest by himself. Tilling the fields, seeding the fields. He had one person to work with, and only on the days the family could afford to pay them. No. Life here was better. Easier. He could do as he pleased, after class, and as long as it wasn't illegal, or sinful. The sinful rule, he did his best to ignore. He wanted to date, he wanted sin. Anything that would make his father angry, was what he wanted.
Seth hated the man he called Pa. It wasn't a little hostility. it was Pure, blind, unlimited Hate. But Papa deserved hate. He deserved some much more than that. He deserved to know the error of his drunk slurs, shouted at children too young to know left from right. To know that everyday in school. Seth had to lie in front of the whole class because his father had tried to become violent at Mama. His father had locked him in the shed in the snow. His father. Not his Papa or his Daddy. Father. A Papa is someone who wrestles for fun, someone who dances on the garden plots with Esther when she was four. Played in the creek with his children in the summer. No. Papa was dead. make room, for Father.
Seth Sighed, and returned to the book, flipping through to Mark 9:14, and began reading the passage,
Character's Name: Maxwell James Barrier
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Vampire Age 74
Category: Wild
Character History: A youn man during the great depression, Max was born on the floor of his family's home in Lucas, Ohio. His mother did not survive the process, leaving the youngest child of the family without the love of a mother. He was tourtued constantly by his siblings, and then by the children at school. They all told him he wasn't strong, he wasn't smart. Just dumb ol' Max Barrier. It was at this point in his life, that he met Tyrone Stillwell, the outcast among the adults in the town. Tyrone never attended church, and wore a weird stone around his neck. But, reguardless, Max couldn't stay away, and annoyed Tyrone to the point he would speak to Max.
After eight months, and what became a friendship, Tyrone told Max what he was, and that he wanted Max to join him in this life. Max hurridely agreed, and jumped at the chance to be diffrent, better than the other kids in his town. So, the two took the time to make it look as if Max was murdered, going so far as to leave a body, mangled to the point of no return. Then, the two left for the mountains. Max would never return a human.
He did not want to leave Tyrone. But, when Tyrone began treating Max as a slave, Max felt the only thing he could do would be to leave his only friend in the mountains, as he ran for the city. He became incredibly accoustum to the hunt, much perferring a rapid hunt to a quick surrender. He loved to fight for his food, and he fared very well for himself, adapted incredibly. He was happy. Eventually, he massacured the town from which he came, the entire town, dead. It wasn't until much later when he discovered his brother Jeremy had survived to the life of a vampire as well.
Character Appearance: Max is by all accounts the perfect vampire. He is beautiful, smart, charming. But, apperence is deciving. Max is wickedly vengeful, and hates to be outdone by anyone, human or otherwise. He is not a force to be recokoned with, because anyone who gets in his way, for any reason, he would not lose a wink of anything should they die because of him. He enjoys hunting, and chasing those whom he is going to kill. He refuses to give up, and makes damn sure that he gets what he wants when he wants it. But, is too a coward, when it comes to other vampires. He will not fight one, and do his best to not even come across another of his type. He is a fatalist by nature, and doesn't believe in love..
Strengths/Weaknesses: STRENGTHS:
+ Hunting
+ Hate
+ Murder
WEAKNESSES:
+ Other Vampires
+ Human Food
+ Not staying in one palce.
Personality: Max is by all accounts the perfect vampire. He is beautiful, smart, charming. But, apperence is deciving. Max is wickedly vengeful, and hates to be outdone by anyone, human or otherwise. He is not a force to be recokoned with, because anyone who gets in his way, for any reason, he would not lose a wink of anything should they die because of him. He enjoys hunting, and chasing those whom he is going to kill. He refuses to give up, and makes damn sure that he gets what he wants when he wants it. But, is too a coward, when it comes to other vampires. He will not fight one, and do his best to not even come across another of his type. He is a fatalist by nature, and doesn't believe in love..
How is your character related to the story? He tends to be a little aggresive, so he may just be dumb enough to go after someone he shouldn't.
Sample of your RP-ing skills: Seth ran his fingers gingerly over the old book, afraid to rip the pages. The bible in his hands belonged to his father, and it was of great value to the family. Bound in black leather and encrusted with a large gold cross, it was the most beautiful thing Seth had ever seen, and, as a child, he would stare at it for hours. One time, he was caught in his father's study, staring, and his father simply lifted Seth to his knee, and read from the first story. He then kissed Seth on the head, and allowed him to take the bible, and put it somewhere special. The last kind gesture he had known, and it was now in his lap. Home was further. Hundreds further. He had no contact like most kids did. No contact to that little wood sided blue house with blue shutters. No contact to the mint green fence, the chipped paint that falls off in your hand as you touch it. No contact with all he had ever known. His mother refused the children a phone, except to talk to relatives on birthdays, and even Mama barley used it. She spent her days teaching the girls how to cook, while Papa was out at the church, Seth taught the boys to be men.
He had to chuckle at that thought. If Seth was not even a man, how could he teach the others to be? He couldn't. he gave his siblings odd jobs around the little farm. Move that bail, muck that stall, feed this horse. It was all very simple jobs. Then, Seth would set to the rest by himself. Tilling the fields, seeding the fields. He had one person to work with, and only on the days the family could afford to pay them. No. Life here was better. Easier. He could do as he pleased, after class, and as long as it wasn't illegal, or sinful. The sinful rule, he did his best to ignore. He wanted to date, he wanted sin. Anything that would make his father angry, was what he wanted.
Seth hated the man he called Pa. It wasn't a little hostility. it was Pure, blind, unlimited Hate. But Papa deserved hate. He deserved some much more than that. He deserved to know the error of his drunk slurs, shouted at children too young to know left from right. To know that everyday in school. Seth had to lie in front of the whole class because his father had tried to become violent at Mama. His father had locked him in the shed in the snow. His father. Not his Papa or his Daddy. Father. A Papa is someone who wrestles for fun, someone who dances on the garden plots with Esther when she was four. Played in the creek with his children in the summer. No. Papa was dead. make room, for Father.
Seth Sighed, and returned to the book, flipping through to Mark 9:14, and began reading the passage,
