Post by Shadow on Dec 31, 2007 1:14:24 GMT -5
Name: Shadow
Age: 243; possess the body of a 25-year-old
Date of Birth: March 21, 1764
Birthplace: La Hague, Holland
Appearance:
History:
Born to one of the wealthiest cheese factory owners of the Netherlands, Shadow was the only child to his family. He grew up with a proper education in every field, particularly of literature and history. He was always very close to both his parents, especially his father.
Shadow really lived an uneventful life until about when he was 20. His family was relocated to Paris because of business troubles. Shadow, of course, started loving Paris a lot. Already fluent in Dutch and English, Shadow learned French as well. Life was even better than what it was before.
The trouble, however, started once more as the French Revolution became a reality in 1789. Being one of the elite families of Paris (people overlooked the fact that they weren’t actually French … silly people), Shadow’s family was far from being safe. Although the family tried to avoid mingling with the revolution, they found it entirely hard. At last, they were captured and sentenced to hang by the rope until dead by the new French government. Shadow escaped his own death, barely, by taking his parents’ advice and taking refuge in a nearby village.
After being robbed of all possession, Shadow ended up staying at the village. A kind baker and his family took Shadow in and in turn, he started working for them at the bakery. Little by little, he became familiar with his boss’s son, Ames. The two were soon inseparable. But Shadow knew that his nature of emotions were more desire-based than anything else. So it was only a matter of time before he told Ames his feeling, unable to hide anymore behind a mask of apathy. Ames and Shadow became deeply involved soon after, as Ames confessed his mutual feelings to Shadow.
Between the chaos of revolution and keeping a most sacred secret, Shadow became more and more cynical of the world. Just a year or so in the revolution, he decided to join a political group to help build up France again. Of course, it was also supposed to cover up the fact that he was ever an elite or a foreigner.
His involvement with the nasty French politics, however, cost him his mortality. It was at a reign when Shadow was bit by another vampire in the bedlam. He was not, however, killed. He was just turned into another vampire to help their cause. Nonetheless, Shadow never felt like one of them. He kept living with the family, though he knew the dangers of doing so.
His secret was revealed to Ames eventually as his conscious weighed on him too much. Ames, however, seemed to have no trouble with Shadow’s other self. Eventually, though, it became apparent that Shadow could not live forever with a non-mortal. It was dangerous, for the both of them. Eventually, he left his lover in the village and returned to Paris.
Shadow took his anger at the unfairness of the situation out on the entire world; he lived up to his name as a vampire for a few decades. But then it seemed useless, as he was never getting Ames back.
He now lives in modern-day Paris on the surface, trying to hide away from both slayer and vampire alike.
RP Sample:
[shadow=red,left,300][from an original RP][/shadow]
“How about I pour the drinks while you start the tour?†Skylar suggested, grinning at his fiancé. Well, it was now quite obvious why he was getting married to Nix. “I’m pretty sure I don’t need the tour of the house. I know where everything is … mostly.â€
After jotting everyone’s preferred drinks down to memory, he made way for the kitchen. Pepper, panting with absolute joviality, trailed in after him.
While mixing the drinks, he could hear the others shuffling in the hallway to the main part of the house. He could hear Nix’s narrations, and of course, he could not help but smile.
Pepper barked once to get Skylar’s attention. The blonde set the drinks on the counter and kneeled to scratch between her ears. “Think they like me, Pepper?†he whispered, scooping the dog off the tiled flooring of the kitchen. In reply the dog made an uncertain noise, but then proceeded to lick Skylar’s chin. Giggling silently, Sky put the doggie down and said in a half-whisper, “I hope you’re right.â€
[glow=red,2,300]Joss Rocks my Socks [/glow]
Age: 243; possess the body of a 25-year-old
Date of Birth: March 21, 1764
Birthplace: La Hague, Holland
Appearance:
History:
Born to one of the wealthiest cheese factory owners of the Netherlands, Shadow was the only child to his family. He grew up with a proper education in every field, particularly of literature and history. He was always very close to both his parents, especially his father.
Shadow really lived an uneventful life until about when he was 20. His family was relocated to Paris because of business troubles. Shadow, of course, started loving Paris a lot. Already fluent in Dutch and English, Shadow learned French as well. Life was even better than what it was before.
The trouble, however, started once more as the French Revolution became a reality in 1789. Being one of the elite families of Paris (people overlooked the fact that they weren’t actually French … silly people), Shadow’s family was far from being safe. Although the family tried to avoid mingling with the revolution, they found it entirely hard. At last, they were captured and sentenced to hang by the rope until dead by the new French government. Shadow escaped his own death, barely, by taking his parents’ advice and taking refuge in a nearby village.
After being robbed of all possession, Shadow ended up staying at the village. A kind baker and his family took Shadow in and in turn, he started working for them at the bakery. Little by little, he became familiar with his boss’s son, Ames. The two were soon inseparable. But Shadow knew that his nature of emotions were more desire-based than anything else. So it was only a matter of time before he told Ames his feeling, unable to hide anymore behind a mask of apathy. Ames and Shadow became deeply involved soon after, as Ames confessed his mutual feelings to Shadow.
Between the chaos of revolution and keeping a most sacred secret, Shadow became more and more cynical of the world. Just a year or so in the revolution, he decided to join a political group to help build up France again. Of course, it was also supposed to cover up the fact that he was ever an elite or a foreigner.
His involvement with the nasty French politics, however, cost him his mortality. It was at a reign when Shadow was bit by another vampire in the bedlam. He was not, however, killed. He was just turned into another vampire to help their cause. Nonetheless, Shadow never felt like one of them. He kept living with the family, though he knew the dangers of doing so.
His secret was revealed to Ames eventually as his conscious weighed on him too much. Ames, however, seemed to have no trouble with Shadow’s other self. Eventually, though, it became apparent that Shadow could not live forever with a non-mortal. It was dangerous, for the both of them. Eventually, he left his lover in the village and returned to Paris.
Shadow took his anger at the unfairness of the situation out on the entire world; he lived up to his name as a vampire for a few decades. But then it seemed useless, as he was never getting Ames back.
He now lives in modern-day Paris on the surface, trying to hide away from both slayer and vampire alike.
RP Sample:
[shadow=red,left,300][from an original RP][/shadow]
“How about I pour the drinks while you start the tour?†Skylar suggested, grinning at his fiancé. Well, it was now quite obvious why he was getting married to Nix. “I’m pretty sure I don’t need the tour of the house. I know where everything is … mostly.â€
After jotting everyone’s preferred drinks down to memory, he made way for the kitchen. Pepper, panting with absolute joviality, trailed in after him.
While mixing the drinks, he could hear the others shuffling in the hallway to the main part of the house. He could hear Nix’s narrations, and of course, he could not help but smile.
Pepper barked once to get Skylar’s attention. The blonde set the drinks on the counter and kneeled to scratch between her ears. “Think they like me, Pepper?†he whispered, scooping the dog off the tiled flooring of the kitchen. In reply the dog made an uncertain noise, but then proceeded to lick Skylar’s chin. Giggling silently, Sky put the doggie down and said in a half-whisper, “I hope you’re right.â€
[glow=red,2,300]Joss Rocks my Socks [/glow]