Post by Lucien Erik de Moore on Jul 18, 2008 23:19:11 GMT -5
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name;; Sarah!
age;; 15 times 365 times a whole lot of math numbers
experience;; 4
time zone;; EAST COAST BIYATCHES
password;; PASSWORD GONE~
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name;; Lucien Erik de Moore
nicknames;; Erik, Lu. [ call him Luci or Lucy, you die]
age;;Eighteen
date of birth;; May 27 1977
species;; Demon and Vampire
year;; senior
sexual orientation;; Straight
occupation;; student
face claim;; Leonardo DiCaprio
general appearance;; Lucien stands up at six feet tall, with dark skin and light his hair is a light brown, with brown stubble occasionaly around his chin and jaw bone. He is lightly built, but don't let those slender arms and legs fool you. There's hard muscle under this white boy! On his left shoulder, is a large black tattoo in the shape of a demonic looking butterfly. The tips of the bottom wing meets at the 'v' on his lower abdomen, and the devil tail like antenna meets at the curve of his neck under his jaw line. When aroused (happily, which is hardly ever) it will move,showing that the demonic side of him is satisfied. On his right side, is not so plesant. Covered in scars from head to toe, he isn't used to being touched much. Most women would run and would flinch at the sight of his scarred body and partically scarred face.
general personality;; Like his ice blue eyes, they match his personality. Cold, hard, icy. He's partically anti-social. If you don't come up to him and talk to him, you'll never speak to him, because he wont talk to you,unless its urgent or utterly important. He finds comfort by himself in a dark library with a book shoved under his nose, or sitting outsdie in the cold with no one around him. But, if you can get very close to him, you can see there is a part of him that longs to be touched. To be turly loved unlike he never was.To be held, to be kissed, to be touched by someone who didn't fright over his scars, but envied to touch him and them alone. He doesn't really have a nice side. If his voice is calm, and he says nothing rude, he's basically being nice. Just, dont anger him. He'll loose control.
likes;;
- Darkness
- Books
- Spiders
- Women
- Parrying (sword fighting)
- Sitting by himself
- Animals
dislikes;;
- Deaths of innocents
- Screaming
- Women being used by men
- Bees
fears;;
- Floods
quirks;; talks to himself a lot, chews on his nails
secrets;; he did the scars himself
magyck;;
Teleportation- He has the ability to "Flash", as he calls it, to anywhere, in any weather. He vould be in Las Vegas one second, and in Greece in only a breath. He can pinpoint an exact location, only if he has an image in his head of where he is going.
To Sense Ones Feelings- But not in the way you think. Luciens eyes are ice blue for a reason. He can 'see' ones feelings that they leave behind. For example, if one person is enraged, pissed, or any of that, he can see what that person is feeling by colors. Red for fury, pink for desire, blue for sadness, lime green for exictement, and so on. Now this comes in handy. If there is another teleporter, he can follow that trail the person leaves behind. Comes in handy.
And then the unhuman stregnth, speed, sight, and smell- nothing to really to tell there, because it tells itself.
family members;; All Deseased
history;; Lucien was orignally born in Greece, where his mortal mother died when he was a young boy of five. He doesn't remember her much, except that she had a lovely voice. She was the demon blood in him. His father, the vampire breed of him, was killed in a human raid on their sheepherding farm. His father died trying to protect his sons life, hoping for him to live unlike most of his family members have not. He wasn't really given affection from his father, and he was whom who only loved him. Though he didn't show it like a father should, just protecting him the way he had, had proved that Lucien was loved like the thought he wasn't.
After his fathers death, he ran away to Athens, where he was found in the streets clad in only his fathers oversized tunic. Then, he was taken to who knows how many Foster Homes, only to go back to the orphanage, due to his uncontrollable anger and unwillingness to let anyone in his heart.
Now at the age of eighteen, his recent Foster Parents sent him to this school, thinking it a normal boarding school where the children who can not be tamed are sent. But here, he hopes, deep inseide, that he can get over his ways and become a new person. But at the time, that won't happen.
post sample;; With his eyes closed, he softly hummed the lullaby he remembered his mother singing to him. It was the one thing that calmed him when he was either angry or nervous. And he sure as hell was angry. The tattoo on his shoulder writhered at his anger, not pleasant. He took a deep breath, and thought of his favorite place. In the blink of the eye, he was there, surrounded by blinking fire flies, the twinkle of the moonlight, and the soft murmmer of the wind on the trees.
No matter where he goes, this will always be home. Here, he can be happy. Here he is accepted. He squeezed the carm around his neck, the last thing he owned since the raid of his old sheepherding farm back in Greece. It was a family heirloom. Passed down from vampires of his past generations. The blue gem, deeper than his ice blue eyes, hung around his neck in a silver locket, shaped like the head of a wolf. It felt warm to his touch.
After the demon inside finally subdued to a calm state, could he finally relax. He hated it when the demon inside him took over. It was uncontrollable, unstoppable. It could kill with out guilt, without mercy. And he didnt want that at all. He was tired of death and distruction that followed his every foot step. Kissing the locket, he continued to hum the lullaby.
