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Post by Liam D. Younglove on Sept 20, 2009 4:07:24 GMT
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"DEATH to the,
BITCH who touches,
my MAN."
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▫NAME: Liam D. Younglove
▫NICKNAME(S): Liam
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Evil
▫SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Norwich, England
▫HAIR: naturally black but he dyes it a red-ish brown color, it's styled in a scene kid style with the bangs long and falling across his forehead just above or below his eyebrows and then lengthened to frame his face. The back is usually spiked up yet is still quite long. He usually leaves a 1-2in wide lock of hair in his bangs black for a nice contrast.
▫EYES: Dark drown nearing black, if the light hits his eyes just right they are a light golden brown
▫GENERAL APPEARANCE: he has a thin frame with slight muscles. His face is sharply defined but not pointy.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His hair contracting with his eyes and his unusually pale skin.
▫STYLE: Scene hair but classic clothes. Slightly scene yet slightly 17th-19th century style with a modern twist. Tight pants, loose shirts, layers, and pointed boots. Few or many accessories depending on the details on the actual clothing pieces.
▫PLAYBY: Chris Dakota
▫HOMETOWN: Norwich
▫MOTHER: Narcessia
▫FATHER: Brutus
▫BROTHER(S): Hayden
▫SISTER(S): Heygan
▫OTHER: N/A
▫HISTORY: He spent his childhood (birth to 9) in England then moved to the States during his tween years (10-13). Once he turned 14 his family moved back to Norwich yet he stayed behind to attend Sky High. He had discovered his powers early on yet kept them from his family. He didn't want to be considered odd and out casted. Luckily he found an aunt in the states who agreed to let him stay with her. They moved to the region where students from Sky High lived and he has been living there ever since. Still after joining Sky High he keeps his abilities a secret. he sees no reason to show off thusly he's not recognized as an actual worthy student.
▫POWERS:
▫▫ Telekineses
▫▫ Duplication
▫LIKES:
▫▫ Quite places where he can hide
▫▫ Curious people
▫▫ Social events
▫▫ The reactions of people when they learn of his abilities
▫▫ Ink art
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫ Dark places
▫▫ Prisons
▫▫ Quiet people
▫▫ Dead things
▫▫ Insects
▫GOALS:
▫▫ Reveal his powers to his family
▫▫ Gain a few friends
▫▫ Find out who he is
▫PERSONALITY: Liam is a laid back slacker for the most part. He's easy to approach and makes friends fast yet he's the type of person who, without noticing, distances himself thusly loosing friends as fast as he makes them.
He's an amazing student but not an amazing friend. However if he gains a close friend or is dating someone he is very committed. He's on to protect them to any level. At the same time he'll betray the ones who get close to him if they start digging too deeply into his past and inner self.
He's quick to judge and quick to disappear. he uses his power of duplication to get out of things. He hates relationships yet longs for one.
As far as social gatherings go he is the one to be pleasant and quickly find out what harms people the most and use it to his advantage and against the person.
he can be trusted but, until someone comes along to break through to the inner Liam, he just betrays them and drives them off.
▫NAME: Aiden
▫AGE: 17
▫RP EXPERIENCE: years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: I've been here for a while now
▫OTHER CHARACTERS: Euric Aed Erebus, Trintin Erebus
▫SECRET PHRASE: I love cornish pixies
▫ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
FROM THIS CHARACTER BUT FROM A DIFFERENT SITE!!
Liam loafed around his underground taverns for hours awaiting nightfall and the safety of darkness. He paced back and forth again and again with a sour expression on his face. He was worried. He'd really messed up this time and was sure the elders wouldn't be impressed. Then again even this time he wasn't impressed. He'd killed not one, not two...no he'd killed, he counted off n his fingers then fell into a chair hands over his face.
I've killed more than ten this time. I'm in deep trouble now.[/color]
he sighed once more and then dropped his hands to the arms of the chair and looked up at the thick black curtains hanging over a large crack in the caver's wall. No light was even hinting its existence through the curtains. he reached up and moved them a bit and smiled as dusk greeted him with a friendly aura of deep purples and blues. he smiled gratefully and stood up and grabbed a slim fitting coat from a coat rack and exited his cavern making his way to the surface of the world.
He wandered around the towns and villages aimlessly before entering a postal office. He was given five envelopes and a smile which he ignored as he walked out. He looked over the envelopes then froze on the middle of the street. His eyes rested on a small envelope made from old parchment stationary and addressed with delicate calligraphy to him. He swallowed a foul bile tasting substance that had surfaced in the back of this throat before stepping across the street, tossing the other letters into the garbage, and fleeing back to his taverns.
Once there he grabbed a silver letter opener and slashed through the top of the envelope and grabbed the letter. his eyes scanned the script and then he fell to his knees in horror.
'Sir Liam Erebus,
We of the Covenant Vontair have been informed of the disruption that you have caused through your obvious lack of self control. You are receiving this letter as an invitation to Castle Vontair within the Carpathian mountains of Romania. If you do not answer to this summons, We shall be sending a Forcible Escort to retrieve you and bring you here. You have become a danger, not only to the human race, but also the the race of the Vampires. This must be settled.
Sincerely,
Queen Duskarie, the Lady of Vontair.
P.S. Mason Veer will escort you whether you meet him at the Silver Mist in, or if we must hunt you down. Directions to the Inn are on the second page. '
(OOC: thank you to Duskarie for this letter via PM. Credit goes to her not me.)
After scanning the letter Liam closed his eyes with a sigh. He sat there in the middle of his cavern on his knees recalling the events that has taken place last night.
It had all started a few hours after the sun had set. He was in a fairly large city with a fairly large number of evil residents who were patrolling the streets guns in hand and making a ruckus. Liam had manages to skirt away from this urchins and avoid conflict thus far, then he turned to take a shortcut to his favorite pub. The alley smelt different tonight, crowded, as if there was a massive amount of people present. This scent made his duck into a doorway and peer into the alley. He blinked a few times letting his eyes adjust and then he saw them. A group of about fifteen men dressed in black with some sort of blue symbol on the back of their jackets were standing around with large guns propped up around them. On the other end of the alley another group, smaller only made up of about seven or perhaps nine member was walking near with guns slung over their shoulders.
In a matter of seconds all guns were raised as each group caught sight of the other. Then the air was filled with gun shots, the smell of gun powder, and worse of all, a thick layer of blood.
Liam's grip on the doorway tightened as his fangs flashed a he grimaced at the scent. His stomach was empty and he hungered from a delicate meal. The pub was one to provide him discretely with such a meal, but he hadn't made it there in time. Now he watched, waiting for the groups to clear so he could have a take of their fallen comrades, but the groups were getting closer to him. Bullets were flying a blood was spattering the alley walls and other things littered about. As they grew even with him a group members shoulder was shot and the blood splashes over Liam's face. It only took this split second in time for him to go from on the edge, to over and falling.
A few moments later the alley was silent. All of the group members were lying on the ground dead, mutilated, and devoid of blood. Liam stood in the middle of the onslaught blood dripping from his face and hands. He heard voices, then screams and he looked to find the source. People were venturing into the alley to see the damage. People could see him and his fangs. He grinned sickly and did away with all the witnesses. He left not a soul in that alley alive, that was until guns began firing off at him.
Then he ran, back to the forest, back to the wilderness and down into the caverns. Back to the safety of the underground world. And then into darkness where he awoke the next morning sick to his stomach and heavy with remorse. Awaiting the call from the elders. Awaiting his doom.
After reading the letter and reliving the past twenty-four hours via his memories Liam stood up and ducked into his living caverns. He re-dyed his hair from black to a red color and brushes it down so as to be less extravagant. He applied a bit of eye liner and mascara around his eyes giving them a deep grey color and making his face Asian-like. He ditched the dark clothes he wore and instead dressed himself in a loose tunic with slightly ruffled front along the fastening, a tight black vest with pinstripes going down, and skinny black pants tucked into pointed tow, double buckle black boots. He looked himself over in the mirror before grabbing and evening coat and leaving his caverns yet again.
He looked briefly over the directions enclosed with the letter and hurried off to his newfound destination. Upon arrival he was met with a very taught man and a group of other vampyres. he bit his lip anxiously noting that he had forgotten to removed the piercings from the night before. he frowned slightly at the escort group. All this, just for one such as me? I feel honored.[/color] He said in a light tone and allowed himself to be lead into a vehicle and then from the vehicle to a carriage up to a lovely castle.
There he stood before the castle as his escort part re-organized around him. He looked upon the pillars and turrets with dismay and slight apprehension. He knew that this time, he wasn't getting off easy. He sighed and looked to the ground briefly before looking up, squaring his shoulders and leading the group through the doors. When he was met with harsh looks from the group he merely replied,I may be in trouble, but I'll be damned if the likes of any of you are going to lead me anywhere. I'm a trouble maker sure, but I am still an elder myself. Allow me some gratification to lead myself. Not like I'm going to get far if I were to try and escape anyways.[/color]
He let himself in and then with nods from the escort he lead the way to the waiting party.
He slightly started as he came apon them in a hallway. His eyes narrowed as he looked apon a young man standing near Duskarie and Gabriel. A new vampyre with the authority of an elder!? [/color] he hissed under his breath. His escort party tightened around him as his anger started to rise. he looked at the ground and bit his lip to keep his anger under controle. He hated it when new vampyres slipped through loopholes and into the higher ranks. It was one thing he was very passionate about.He soon straightened back up and composed himself before leading the party forward once again.
Lady Duskarie, Lord Gabriel.[b/] He smiled as his eyes flicked to the new vampyre. And this is?[/color] He turned facing the new vampyre. He smiled politely giving a small nod of the head in greeting. he knew when to ho,d his temper and when to show it. however with the elder's ranks being infiltrated recently by younger vampyres, his temper rested on a thin line. This confrontation would be a great test on his patcience.
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"DEATH to the,
BITCH who touches,
my MAN."
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME: Liam D. Younglove
▫NICKNAME(S): Liam
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Evil
▫SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Norwich, England
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOU'DNEED◦◦◦◦◦
▫HAIR: naturally black but he dyes it a red-ish brown color, it's styled in a scene kid style with the bangs long and falling across his forehead just above or below his eyebrows and then lengthened to frame his face. The back is usually spiked up yet is still quite long. He usually leaves a 1-2in wide lock of hair in his bangs black for a nice contrast.
▫EYES: Dark drown nearing black, if the light hits his eyes just right they are a light golden brown
▫GENERAL APPEARANCE: he has a thin frame with slight muscles. His face is sharply defined but not pointy.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His hair contracting with his eyes and his unusually pale skin.
▫STYLE: Scene hair but classic clothes. Slightly scene yet slightly 17th-19th century style with a modern twist. Tight pants, loose shirts, layers, and pointed boots. Few or many accessories depending on the details on the actual clothing pieces.
▫PLAYBY: Chris Dakota
◦◦◦THEYCOMEALONGANDBROUGHTYOUDOWN◦◦◦◦◦
▫HOMETOWN: Norwich
▫MOTHER: Narcessia
▫FATHER: Brutus
▫BROTHER(S): Hayden
▫SISTER(S): Heygan
▫OTHER: N/A
▫HISTORY: He spent his childhood (birth to 9) in England then moved to the States during his tween years (10-13). Once he turned 14 his family moved back to Norwich yet he stayed behind to attend Sky High. He had discovered his powers early on yet kept them from his family. He didn't want to be considered odd and out casted. Luckily he found an aunt in the states who agreed to let him stay with her. They moved to the region where students from Sky High lived and he has been living there ever since. Still after joining Sky High he keeps his abilities a secret. he sees no reason to show off thusly he's not recognized as an actual worthy student.
◦◦◦ANDNOWYOU'RELEFTALONECRYING◦◦◦◦◦
▫POWERS:
▫▫ Telekineses
▫▫ Duplication
▫LIKES:
▫▫ Quite places where he can hide
▫▫ Curious people
▫▫ Social events
▫▫ The reactions of people when they learn of his abilities
▫▫ Ink art
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫ Dark places
▫▫ Prisons
▫▫ Quiet people
▫▫ Dead things
▫▫ Insects
▫GOALS:
▫▫ Reveal his powers to his family
▫▫ Gain a few friends
▫▫ Find out who he is
▫PERSONALITY: Liam is a laid back slacker for the most part. He's easy to approach and makes friends fast yet he's the type of person who, without noticing, distances himself thusly loosing friends as fast as he makes them.
He's an amazing student but not an amazing friend. However if he gains a close friend or is dating someone he is very committed. He's on to protect them to any level. At the same time he'll betray the ones who get close to him if they start digging too deeply into his past and inner self.
He's quick to judge and quick to disappear. he uses his power of duplication to get out of things. He hates relationships yet longs for one.
As far as social gatherings go he is the one to be pleasant and quickly find out what harms people the most and use it to his advantage and against the person.
he can be trusted but, until someone comes along to break through to the inner Liam, he just betrays them and drives them off.
◦◦◦THEYINALWAYSSEEMTOSAYTHE◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME: Aiden
▫AGE: 17
▫RP EXPERIENCE: years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: I've been here for a while now
▫OTHER CHARACTERS: Euric Aed Erebus, Trintin Erebus
▫SECRET PHRASE: I love cornish pixies
▫ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
FROM THIS CHARACTER BUT FROM A DIFFERENT SITE!!
Liam loafed around his underground taverns for hours awaiting nightfall and the safety of darkness. He paced back and forth again and again with a sour expression on his face. He was worried. He'd really messed up this time and was sure the elders wouldn't be impressed. Then again even this time he wasn't impressed. He'd killed not one, not two...no he'd killed, he counted off n his fingers then fell into a chair hands over his face.
I've killed more than ten this time. I'm in deep trouble now.[/color]
he sighed once more and then dropped his hands to the arms of the chair and looked up at the thick black curtains hanging over a large crack in the caver's wall. No light was even hinting its existence through the curtains. he reached up and moved them a bit and smiled as dusk greeted him with a friendly aura of deep purples and blues. he smiled gratefully and stood up and grabbed a slim fitting coat from a coat rack and exited his cavern making his way to the surface of the world.
He wandered around the towns and villages aimlessly before entering a postal office. He was given five envelopes and a smile which he ignored as he walked out. He looked over the envelopes then froze on the middle of the street. His eyes rested on a small envelope made from old parchment stationary and addressed with delicate calligraphy to him. He swallowed a foul bile tasting substance that had surfaced in the back of this throat before stepping across the street, tossing the other letters into the garbage, and fleeing back to his taverns.
Once there he grabbed a silver letter opener and slashed through the top of the envelope and grabbed the letter. his eyes scanned the script and then he fell to his knees in horror.
'Sir Liam Erebus,
We of the Covenant Vontair have been informed of the disruption that you have caused through your obvious lack of self control. You are receiving this letter as an invitation to Castle Vontair within the Carpathian mountains of Romania. If you do not answer to this summons, We shall be sending a Forcible Escort to retrieve you and bring you here. You have become a danger, not only to the human race, but also the the race of the Vampires. This must be settled.
Sincerely,
Queen Duskarie, the Lady of Vontair.
P.S. Mason Veer will escort you whether you meet him at the Silver Mist in, or if we must hunt you down. Directions to the Inn are on the second page. '
(OOC: thank you to Duskarie for this letter via PM. Credit goes to her not me.)
After scanning the letter Liam closed his eyes with a sigh. He sat there in the middle of his cavern on his knees recalling the events that has taken place last night.
It had all started a few hours after the sun had set. He was in a fairly large city with a fairly large number of evil residents who were patrolling the streets guns in hand and making a ruckus. Liam had manages to skirt away from this urchins and avoid conflict thus far, then he turned to take a shortcut to his favorite pub. The alley smelt different tonight, crowded, as if there was a massive amount of people present. This scent made his duck into a doorway and peer into the alley. He blinked a few times letting his eyes adjust and then he saw them. A group of about fifteen men dressed in black with some sort of blue symbol on the back of their jackets were standing around with large guns propped up around them. On the other end of the alley another group, smaller only made up of about seven or perhaps nine member was walking near with guns slung over their shoulders.
In a matter of seconds all guns were raised as each group caught sight of the other. Then the air was filled with gun shots, the smell of gun powder, and worse of all, a thick layer of blood.
Liam's grip on the doorway tightened as his fangs flashed a he grimaced at the scent. His stomach was empty and he hungered from a delicate meal. The pub was one to provide him discretely with such a meal, but he hadn't made it there in time. Now he watched, waiting for the groups to clear so he could have a take of their fallen comrades, but the groups were getting closer to him. Bullets were flying a blood was spattering the alley walls and other things littered about. As they grew even with him a group members shoulder was shot and the blood splashes over Liam's face. It only took this split second in time for him to go from on the edge, to over and falling.
A few moments later the alley was silent. All of the group members were lying on the ground dead, mutilated, and devoid of blood. Liam stood in the middle of the onslaught blood dripping from his face and hands. He heard voices, then screams and he looked to find the source. People were venturing into the alley to see the damage. People could see him and his fangs. He grinned sickly and did away with all the witnesses. He left not a soul in that alley alive, that was until guns began firing off at him.
Then he ran, back to the forest, back to the wilderness and down into the caverns. Back to the safety of the underground world. And then into darkness where he awoke the next morning sick to his stomach and heavy with remorse. Awaiting the call from the elders. Awaiting his doom.
After reading the letter and reliving the past twenty-four hours via his memories Liam stood up and ducked into his living caverns. He re-dyed his hair from black to a red color and brushes it down so as to be less extravagant. He applied a bit of eye liner and mascara around his eyes giving them a deep grey color and making his face Asian-like. He ditched the dark clothes he wore and instead dressed himself in a loose tunic with slightly ruffled front along the fastening, a tight black vest with pinstripes going down, and skinny black pants tucked into pointed tow, double buckle black boots. He looked himself over in the mirror before grabbing and evening coat and leaving his caverns yet again.
He looked briefly over the directions enclosed with the letter and hurried off to his newfound destination. Upon arrival he was met with a very taught man and a group of other vampyres. he bit his lip anxiously noting that he had forgotten to removed the piercings from the night before. he frowned slightly at the escort group. All this, just for one such as me? I feel honored.[/color] He said in a light tone and allowed himself to be lead into a vehicle and then from the vehicle to a carriage up to a lovely castle.
There he stood before the castle as his escort part re-organized around him. He looked upon the pillars and turrets with dismay and slight apprehension. He knew that this time, he wasn't getting off easy. He sighed and looked to the ground briefly before looking up, squaring his shoulders and leading the group through the doors. When he was met with harsh looks from the group he merely replied,I may be in trouble, but I'll be damned if the likes of any of you are going to lead me anywhere. I'm a trouble maker sure, but I am still an elder myself. Allow me some gratification to lead myself. Not like I'm going to get far if I were to try and escape anyways.[/color]
He let himself in and then with nods from the escort he lead the way to the waiting party.
He slightly started as he came apon them in a hallway. His eyes narrowed as he looked apon a young man standing near Duskarie and Gabriel. A new vampyre with the authority of an elder!? [/color] he hissed under his breath. His escort party tightened around him as his anger started to rise. he looked at the ground and bit his lip to keep his anger under controle. He hated it when new vampyres slipped through loopholes and into the higher ranks. It was one thing he was very passionate about.He soon straightened back up and composed himself before leading the party forward once again.
Lady Duskarie, Lord Gabriel.[b/] He smiled as his eyes flicked to the new vampyre. And this is?[/color] He turned facing the new vampyre. He smiled politely giving a small nod of the head in greeting. he knew when to ho,d his temper and when to show it. however with the elder's ranks being infiltrated recently by younger vampyres, his temper rested on a thin line. This confrontation would be a great test on his patcience.
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