Post by verylost34 on Mar 18, 2018 15:45:06 GMT -8
Name: Valentine March
Age: Not known (Vampiric aging: looks around 25)
Race: Vampire
Powers: above average strength and speed. Accelerated healing but needs blood to activate that power. Strong aversion to sunlight.
Date of birth: 2/14
Home: March House
Alignment: True Neutral
Relationship: Sister: Valerie March
Job: Unemployed
Appearance: Valentine is above average height with pale skin and black hair. He is moderately muscular, but that tends to be covered that under clothing that looks like it is from a time from a bygone era. His eyes glow a little red when caught under the moonlight, and on his neck are two prominent bite marks.
Personality: The best way to describe Valentine's demeanor would be very old fashioned, he doesn't often speak out of line, acts like a gentleman, among other things, nor is he used to most modern values and customs. Due to being so confused he is often curious and asking more questions, more brave than anything else. That being said he is extremely remorseful about his current state as a vampire, believing that all he has known is gone. Thus he is very much on guard, and while he does bite people he hates the fact that it happens. When people are around him he is often hesitant due to not wanting to harm them.
History: A long time ago Valentine was coming home from a bar near the dockyard. In the corner of his eye a crimson haired vixen called him over, and bit him. He paniced and ran home where he was staying to celebrate his sister's wedding. He went to sleep believing that he would forget about this in the morning. Morning came and he had fallen ill, the illness was believed to have taken his life not too long after and the day before he was to hand his sister over he listened to her mourn his passing.
Years passed and then came the grave robbers, Valentine's coffin was opened and all he knew after what had to have been over a hundred years was hunger. There was nothing left, Everything else after that was just a blur of confusing sights and sounds of things he didn't quite recognize, the town that was once so small was now filled with strange architecture and winding streets. The roads were not safe for him to travel on anymore due to these metal contraptions, that blinded him with lights constantly. The worse part? All the people making his thirst worse. He needed refuge from this torture. So he went to House March, now a mere shadow of it's former self falling apart and such, but Valentine needed to hide the monster that was himself from the world and this was the perfect place.
Anything else: ((anything else we need to know?))
Age: Not known (Vampiric aging: looks around 25)
Race: Vampire
Powers: above average strength and speed. Accelerated healing but needs blood to activate that power. Strong aversion to sunlight.
Date of birth: 2/14
Home: March House
Alignment: True Neutral
Relationship: Sister: Valerie March
Job: Unemployed
Appearance: Valentine is above average height with pale skin and black hair. He is moderately muscular, but that tends to be covered that under clothing that looks like it is from a time from a bygone era. His eyes glow a little red when caught under the moonlight, and on his neck are two prominent bite marks.
Personality: The best way to describe Valentine's demeanor would be very old fashioned, he doesn't often speak out of line, acts like a gentleman, among other things, nor is he used to most modern values and customs. Due to being so confused he is often curious and asking more questions, more brave than anything else. That being said he is extremely remorseful about his current state as a vampire, believing that all he has known is gone. Thus he is very much on guard, and while he does bite people he hates the fact that it happens. When people are around him he is often hesitant due to not wanting to harm them.
History: A long time ago Valentine was coming home from a bar near the dockyard. In the corner of his eye a crimson haired vixen called him over, and bit him. He paniced and ran home where he was staying to celebrate his sister's wedding. He went to sleep believing that he would forget about this in the morning. Morning came and he had fallen ill, the illness was believed to have taken his life not too long after and the day before he was to hand his sister over he listened to her mourn his passing.
Years passed and then came the grave robbers, Valentine's coffin was opened and all he knew after what had to have been over a hundred years was hunger. There was nothing left, Everything else after that was just a blur of confusing sights and sounds of things he didn't quite recognize, the town that was once so small was now filled with strange architecture and winding streets. The roads were not safe for him to travel on anymore due to these metal contraptions, that blinded him with lights constantly. The worse part? All the people making his thirst worse. He needed refuge from this torture. So he went to House March, now a mere shadow of it's former self falling apart and such, but Valentine needed to hide the monster that was himself from the world and this was the perfect place.
Anything else: ((anything else we need to know?))
