Post by Rizem on Jan 14, 2012 20:45:30 GMT -5
Name: Valad
Age: Unknown
Race: Human Vampire
Appearance: Tall, with thin features and long black hair. His eyes glow bright red, shining even in the dark. His fangs are long, and his teeth are sharp. But to most, right off the bat, he could be regarded as handsom. He wears baggy black pants tucked into black, well polished and well worn boots. His shirt has silver buckles, and is very tight across his body. He wears a heavy and worn black cloak, with blood red lining.
Backstory:He awoke in the coffin.
It was cold. He gasped in air, and felt his lungs burn.
"I am so hungry..." he spoke to the dark. He put a hand to the coffin lid, and pushed. It cracked and pulled free of the nails that held it in place. He sat up to look around, the bloodmoon casting orange light on the dark graveyard grounds. A man stood at his coffin's side, pulled from his grave.
"You're awake... My god. It worked, she sired you."
For some reason, his blood flaired with firey hunger.
"SILENCE!" Valad roared, and, springing from his coffin, lept on the man and sunk his teeth into his neck. He ignored the man's screams, and drained him of all his blood. When he finished, he stood tall and looked back up at the orange moon, red eyes gleaming.
"How... delicious."
Personality: Smug. He believes with all his heart that he is unkillable. Uncaring, he could be discribed as, even going on closed. He relies on himself, and only himself. People weigh you down, he thinks.
But there is something about him, some permiablity. Like he is on some level, alone.
Abilities: He many abilities that rely on his vampirism to function. Foremost is his favoured power, regeneration.
Also, he enjoys creating phantasmal shadows to help tear his foes apart.
He is a dead eye shot with his enhanced senses, and remarkably fast with his sword. But he is just as happy to destroy his enemies with his bare hands and teeth.
Age: Unknown
Race: Human Vampire
Appearance: Tall, with thin features and long black hair. His eyes glow bright red, shining even in the dark. His fangs are long, and his teeth are sharp. But to most, right off the bat, he could be regarded as handsom. He wears baggy black pants tucked into black, well polished and well worn boots. His shirt has silver buckles, and is very tight across his body. He wears a heavy and worn black cloak, with blood red lining.
Backstory:He awoke in the coffin.
It was cold. He gasped in air, and felt his lungs burn.
"I am so hungry..." he spoke to the dark. He put a hand to the coffin lid, and pushed. It cracked and pulled free of the nails that held it in place. He sat up to look around, the bloodmoon casting orange light on the dark graveyard grounds. A man stood at his coffin's side, pulled from his grave.
"You're awake... My god. It worked, she sired you."
For some reason, his blood flaired with firey hunger.
"SILENCE!" Valad roared, and, springing from his coffin, lept on the man and sunk his teeth into his neck. He ignored the man's screams, and drained him of all his blood. When he finished, he stood tall and looked back up at the orange moon, red eyes gleaming.
"How... delicious."
Personality: Smug. He believes with all his heart that he is unkillable. Uncaring, he could be discribed as, even going on closed. He relies on himself, and only himself. People weigh you down, he thinks.
But there is something about him, some permiablity. Like he is on some level, alone.
Abilities: He many abilities that rely on his vampirism to function. Foremost is his favoured power, regeneration.
Also, he enjoys creating phantasmal shadows to help tear his foes apart.
He is a dead eye shot with his enhanced senses, and remarkably fast with his sword. But he is just as happy to destroy his enemies with his bare hands and teeth.