Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
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Topic: Can You Keep a Secret? [[Zion]] (Read 177 times)
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Can You Keep a Secret? [[Zion]] « Thread Started on Jun 9, 2008, 2:56pm »
Out of Character- Name: Hannah Age: 15 Gender: Female Location:...psh. Like I'd tell you. =P Misc: Can I tell you a secret? I'm actually blind in my left eye.
In Character- Name: Zion Alexander Koslov Nicknames: Zion. Age: 815 Gender: Masculine Status: Vampire Personality: I can be described in three words. Violent, Disgusted, and Afraid.
VIOLENT: I am very violent, very prone to throw things in a fit of rage, or snap your neck. I’m just naturally that way, and I was that when I was human as well. Quite frankly I don't care for the rules set, and am a badass who decides to defy others.
DISGUSTED: I am disgusted with the human race, and the Andaire coven for their seeming pity for this filth. But there is a flip side to me. I am also disgusted with what I am. The inhumanly handsome creature that I became so long ago. I despise both the human race and the vampire race. I have made myself an outcast, and seek a way to end either the vampire race...or the human race. The latter seems easier.
AFRAID: There is a side of me that we haven't explored, though we have in part. I do indeed despise the part of me that thirsts for blood, but is there a place for lost souls? If I were to die...would there be some decent afterlife for me? So I am afraid to die, but hates to live.
People tell me I’m very confusing, and quite colorful in my language choices.
Appearance: Of course there is the cliché' pallid skin, the skin that is frigid to the touch. I do have fangs, but they are slight, and look more like pronounced canine teeth that some humans have. A thick mop of dirty copper colored hair covers my scalp, and my eyes are a flat black color, covered in part with light brown contacts. I stand close to 6’4, and enjoy the height immensely. My face is square, but handsome, with a long faded scar that travels from the corner of my left eye to the base of my left ear. The scar is not quite so pronounced as it was in my early days.
History: I was born on December 9, 1171 to a farmer’s young wife, who died in my birthing. I never knew her. My father was content to raise me, with the help of one of our neighbors, Ms.Isabelle. Ms. Isabelle was a widower who had lost her husband to a type of disease, and had no children of her own. Isabelle was happy to raise me, and I was happy to have her. Most of my memories of my young life are forgotten, and many more would have been if I hadn’t known Isabelle. She was such a sweet woman, and I used to call her momma when dad wasn’t around. I grew up pretty well. Learned my manners at age five, and helped my father out in the fields when I was seven. Isabelle wanted father to send me off to a far away school, claimed I had so much potential but he wouldn’t hear of it. Said I would grow up like a farmer’s kid should, working hard. By the time I was thirteen I was fairly tall. I was taller than Papa, I was taller than Isabelle, and I was taller than most the kids in my school house.
I loved school, I loved academics. I wanted to be a teacher by the time I was fifteen. I loved math and numbers, being able to figure out most things. The only problem was I had trouble reading words a lot. I worked harder on my school, and lost interest in the only profession as a farmer I had ever known. Father wasn’t happy. He was getting on his years, and I was supposed to take over our farm at some time. I had always wished he had gotten remarried so this responsibility wouldn’t be placed on me. Isabelle was coming around less and less, and I soon found out that Father had banned her from our house. Told her she was filling my head with useless nonsense. And soon, he wouldn’t let me go to school either. It was a miserable time then. Being locked up in the house, and working the fields only.
Then when I was nineteen, the years got rough. Father died in the spring of my nineteenth year, and Isabelle died when I turned twenty from the same disease that had stolen her husband. I didn’t know until three months after she’d been buried. I decided that the farmhouse was not the place for me. So, after paying my respects to them and selling the farm I moved away. I moved to the city of Annweiler, and got a job at one of the inns. It was not the exact job I had dreamed of, but at least I was out of the farm. Life passed by quite nicely for about two years. It was within that time I met perhaps the love of my lifetime, and her name was Ekatrina. She was a fiery spirit, and beautiful. I wanted to marry her. However a week before I was to propose a new woman came to town.
She was hauntingly beautiful, and oddly pale to be living in our town. She mainly came to the inn at night when I was working. She used to just watch me. It creeped me out, and she never said anything to me. Her dark eyes would follow me when I would do my chores or whatever. I never learned her name, nor did I care to. I mentioned in passing about her to Charlie, a close friend, and it seemed he had fallen in love with her. I didn’t not speak to him again, because hours after this he disappeared. Supposedly he had ridden off in a hurry, but his horse was still in the barn. That’s when I got suspicious.
The night when I was to propose to Ekatrina finally came. It was the night before her birthday…specially chosen. I had been pacing outside the house trying to find something to say when she came. She had been gliding up the street, her simple white dress flaring in the moonlight. I never saw Ekatrina that night. I was carried away by the woman, whom now I knew was some sort of demon from hell. She carried me far from Annweiler, out into the forest. It was like I weight five pounds and were a newborn child instead of the 6’4 man that I was. The night was so dark, under the trees light that I did not know what was happening. Her iron, cold grip kept me from running when we stopped. I had been taught never to fear a woman, but in this moment I was terrified.
But she smiled, and inclined her lips to my throat. There was a soft sound, a whisper of what sounded like a ‘Sorry’, and I felt her teeth in my neck. It was a terrible feeling, being drained of blood. One I won’t soon forget. Pain like sharp daggers pierce every part of your being, and you feel weak and cold. I felt Death’s cold fingers prying at my face, my arms, and my jacket. For days I waited in pure agony for it to end, and watched her cold longing and sorrow. Sometimes I screamed for mercy, and others I cried out for my father. It was a long three days, and I didn’t understand why this demon would not just finish me. I did not see why I was chosen. Why God had forsaken me.
When I finally opened my eyes on the fourth day I found that I was alone, with a scar trailing down my face. It seemed she had bitten me more than once, and torn my flesh for pleasure or something. Apparently my creator had found waiting not much to her liking, and that I was too far gone into transformation to finish off. That or she had gone to eat again. Either way I was on my own. It would stay that way for many, many years. I roamed the countryside of Germany for 100 years, taking what I wanted, living in shamed bloodlust, uncaring as to who I took. Women, Children, Men, the old. It was all the same. Until I managed to get to America. It had taken many weeks, of hiding on boats…or swimming, whatever I had to do. I lived there for the rest of my time as a vampire, fighting in the colonist’s Revolutionary war. I was always in discomfort in the sun, it always almost blinded me. I watched cities being built and cities fall. I grew less and less thirsty, as war had trained me to ignore it. I grew more reclused from human society.
I despised myself and them for what I was. They, being so tempting with their warmth, and myself for wanting to take that from them. I resorted to half hunting, testing limits…killing animals in a way of substitute. I finally managed to make it to a city called Eugene. Why someone would give a city an actual name, I’m not quite sure. It is the year 2008, and I am here. Silent, Violent, and Detested. Fear me. Hobbies: I enjoy writing, and have kept a journal of my trips since the early 1900s. It is my place of solitude, where I can vent angrily on the page.
I like the sound of the piano. It holds great interest for me.
Misc: Nope..
Role Play Sample: Aries? Come on…after that super long history? I don’t think I could manage just an example? Do you need it?
Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
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He likes the piano? Maybe he should check out my Mercedes Solei. IDK? lol just curious
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