Post by Liam du Coudray on Oct 10, 2009 8:22:18 GMT -6
Name: Liam du Coudray
Nicknames: Perv, dear, bastard. Others in this trend.
Portrayed By: A good friend of mine. I have his permission to use this picture.
Age: appears as 27.
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Faction: Where ever they need him.
Job:Whatever he needs to be. (If it's okay he's in the first place a Lord though.) Vampire Lord.
Appearance:
Ignore the beard please.
Personality: He is rude, likes to flirt with everything that walks on two legs (and beyond even that, some say) and knows when to enjoy a good glass of excellent beverage. He acts stupid, but he's quite smart and can actually give good advice when someone asks for him. It doesn't mean however that he says it straight out, oh no. He enjoys giving other people riddles that they need to solve, if they don't get it. Well, then the knowledge remains his.
History: He was born, he was raised, he was infected. He would say that instantly if someone asked him that; yet, it wasn't as simple as that. He was indeed born, but his life wasn't as simple as he made it sound. He was, due being albino a sickly child. His parents abandoned him after they have named them, not being able to live with the shame. They weren't as heartless though; yes, they had abandoned him, but they gave him to the orphanage close-by; they couldn't kill him, their 'joy' as they called him deep in their hearts. Only a thin, ratty blanket to keep him warm and a small letter clutched in his tiny fist:
His name is Liam, take care of him.
The people that ran the building did. He grew, he was a happy child, until the other children started to notice he was different. He ran into the sun, but he never tanned. His hair was white, as if he was an old man. If the sun shone in his eyes, they appeared light red. They started to consider him a freak, like true children they teased him. Liam never lost his general 'bright' look on live and remained laughing, although the seeds of darkness was planted there. He escaped as soon as he could when legal, traveling to plains that none visited.
How did he become a vampire then? Well, it was a stroke of good luck, or maybe bad that he was at the town where they discovered the virus. He was caught by the virus, having been bitten by one of the 'animals' right then and became ill. The seed, having grown into a bitter tree, didn't allow him to die of madness. His heart hardened, he noticed the unnatural strength quickly of course after his intelligence returned, instead of being scared he started to laugh slowly. He finally could get his revenge on those that considered him a freak, now he could give them a real reason of being called a freak. He needed to do something first though, his eyes shifted; he would announce himself to the rest. He had received a name, ironically holding the first name he was born with.
Ooppps, I forgot to put this in... Bad me
And you know it ;]
Nicknames: Perv, dear, bastard. Others in this trend.
Portrayed By: A good friend of mine. I have his permission to use this picture.
Age: appears as 27.
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Faction: Where ever they need him.
Job:
Appearance:
Ignore the beard please.
Hair Color: Pure white (due being albino when still human)
Eye Color: Blue, with a very Faint red shine.
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 150lbs
Build: Thin, yet well muscled.
Fashion Style: Black clothes; dress or other. Whatever suits him.
Personality: He is rude, likes to flirt with everything that walks on two legs (and beyond even that, some say) and knows when to enjoy a good glass of excellent beverage. He acts stupid, but he's quite smart and can actually give good advice when someone asks for him. It doesn't mean however that he says it straight out, oh no. He enjoys giving other people riddles that they need to solve, if they don't get it. Well, then the knowledge remains his.
Likes: Blood, everything on two legs, enjoys other vampires their company, enjoys human suffering.
Dislikes: Sun, humans happy, being rejected.
Flaws: Doesn't know when to stop flirting, unwilling to say what he means straight out.
Strengths: Is generally very calm, especially if someone insults his person. Because he plays with riddles often he can 'see' what someone means instantly; very logical, often startling at the things that others missed while it's (to him) quite obvious.
History: He was born, he was raised, he was infected. He would say that instantly if someone asked him that; yet, it wasn't as simple as that. He was indeed born, but his life wasn't as simple as he made it sound. He was, due being albino a sickly child. His parents abandoned him after they have named them, not being able to live with the shame. They weren't as heartless though; yes, they had abandoned him, but they gave him to the orphanage close-by; they couldn't kill him, their 'joy' as they called him deep in their hearts. Only a thin, ratty blanket to keep him warm and a small letter clutched in his tiny fist:
His name is Liam, take care of him.
The people that ran the building did. He grew, he was a happy child, until the other children started to notice he was different. He ran into the sun, but he never tanned. His hair was white, as if he was an old man. If the sun shone in his eyes, they appeared light red. They started to consider him a freak, like true children they teased him. Liam never lost his general 'bright' look on live and remained laughing, although the seeds of darkness was planted there. He escaped as soon as he could when legal, traveling to plains that none visited.
How did he become a vampire then? Well, it was a stroke of good luck, or maybe bad that he was at the town where they discovered the virus. He was caught by the virus, having been bitten by one of the 'animals' right then and became ill. The seed, having grown into a bitter tree, didn't allow him to die of madness. His heart hardened, he noticed the unnatural strength quickly of course after his intelligence returned, instead of being scared he started to laugh slowly. He finally could get his revenge on those that considered him a freak, now he could give them a real reason of being called a freak. He needed to do something first though, his eyes shifted; he would announce himself to the rest. He had received a name, ironically holding the first name he was born with.
Ooppps, I forgot to put this in... Bad me
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And you know it ;]