Post by The Asian on Dec 1, 2006 19:40:07 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Yashamaru To Allies (The Asian to others)
Age:
700 years
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Mister but would make a good coven assassin
Power(s):
1. The power to appear suddenly upon any creature, other vampires, creatures with acute senses, without their knowledge. 2. The Power to read others thoughts and fears, he hears the voices of the mind all around and if in big crowds it can be distracting and sanity breaking.
Coven:
Covenless but if need be would side with Lilith of the Guerra , when they win and peace breaks out, he would leave without a care.
Weapon(s):
None, he needs or cares for no weapon to aid his natural vampire skills.
Appearence:
He has an abundance of back length hair, its cut and "styled" around his face, thicker with his fringe giving the "hooded" appearance. He wears ice blue eye shadows made from tears, white ash and woad. Black kohl lines the eyes just below the lid so that you can see it obviously. His nose is roman and arched, suggesting he has obvious caucasian blood. He stands around 180cm (also suggesting white Infusion) His skin is a white gold pale almost ghostly in dark light, eyes dark and almost black. Empty as it seems but full of dead life. He tends to wear long sleeved japanese robes, black but with one white stripe down the sides and along the hem. His lips are neither thin or thick, and his eyesbrows carved perfectly at an angle, giving him the exotic asian appearance.
Personality:
He is a cold killer. Silent as the grave that should have taken him. It may appear he does not enjoy the life as a vampire, but when seen on the prowl there seems to be no humanity in him. He leaves his victims just alive, cold and alone. Just as he feels. He makes a point of just staring at his enemy (if faced with anything above easy prey) His cool arrogance scaring them beforehand. Rarely does he have any other expression on his face than empty and when he does, its a small smirk. Of course he is capable of fear, it has happened. But he usually keeps those hidden deep within his ever clocking mind. He spends most of his time thinking of how he can kill and how he can leave them hanging on.
Past History:
He was born into low class Japanese society and dumped as a baby in the wilderness (for reasons unsure to him but the chances were it was because his father was caucasian) He was found by a humble village, none could really look after him on their own so they all helped each other and he became the village child rather than a set mother and father. He was taught to fight like a samurai with sword and all but he lacked the want to use weapons. He was always quiet, a child of few words. When he grew up nothing really changed other than he was no longer a boy, but a man. A lot of the villagers kept away from him, he was odd to them and he had no friends just aquaintances and some that respected and feared him as a warrior and an enemy.
There is no real reason to his nature, only that he chooses to not speak but can quite easily talk with his eyes alone. Although his face is non-expressive, the dark eyes hold the key to his thoughts. On a night ride in the forests, it happened. A figure had fallen onto him from the tree. A caucasian woman of rare beauty (to a man of japan) and because he had not lain with any woman he for some reason had to urge to lay with her. Uncaring of what she was, for at the time vampires were a tale to keep children in their beds. He slept with that girl, near the end either he did not care or he did not know, that she had bitten him and was draining him to the point of near death. He began to go cold and his strength weakened.
For the first time the emotion of fear and unknown shon of his features. That night he does not remember to well, the pain he went through would not be remembered in his mind. He awoke in a cave the next night and as usual went back to his village in a strange daze. When he arrived though they knew exactly what happened. This girl seemed to be the resident vampire and the village knew she would find him one day. It was not that they didnt care but he was scary enough they didnt trust him. They exiled him. He knew it was to happen some time. He took it without a care, as usual. His journey took him places one of his kind would never see.
Taking his new form in easy stride, he still remains to have no care for live, their pain nor even his own. He never drinks his victims dry, he finds the last drops revolting and instead will stand and watch them fit in pure curiosity and intrest. Some would say thats malicious, cold, sadistic and entirely twisted but to him it is his life. He wishes to be dead but it too proud to simply be killed. So his lifeless life lives on and following his wandering footsteps... to Nullius. Perhaps to give him purpose for his existance and why she chose to keep him alive and not drain him.
Interests:
Meditating and listening to the thoughts of others, only when theres a few in the room anymore than 3, all their thoughts become like a crowds chatter. He has a fascination with children's or virgin's blood, beliving it is purer. He loves the colour violet/purple and anything in its form (Amethyst, Viola, Pleione Star, etc) and the rare purple/black rose.
RP sample:
Silvery moon hung nigh, shadowed trees blew gracefully within the forests. A childlike melody broke the eerie silence, a girls humming voice. The song carried onto vampiric ears. A black figure slipped through dark foilage, fingers caressing the leaves and rocks it passed until he came to the girl. Her humming hushed, toughts running her mind, unheard by others but clear to the one watching.
I should not be here... no... vampires, huh! folklore to keep us in... hmm... Christine will bite her tongue, I am no coward, this forest is not scary. I am fine. Nothing is scary. The night is dark but that is all. her form was taunt and only a little scared., her black locks, curled numerously around her finger. A lamb to slaughter.
Yashamaru stepped through the leaves and stood silently infront of her. Cowards heart did not run in his bones. Peircing gaze held hers, clouds parting, giving the moon is freedom to watch what was to happen. The girl jumped suddenly, gasping. Oh no, what is he? What am I to do? Run Genova! Run! He does not look safe! her thoughts spoke but her body did not listen, like the deer that froze before the lights. Tiny tears traced down her cheeks, staining her beautiful face to her quivering lips. The asian took a step forward, reducing her to grovel at his feet. "Please, who are you? Wh-what are you?" her worse fears came forward, secretly she believed in the night creatures but never thought to face one.
Her whimpering continued, sadness filling the trees, the closer he got, the faster those drops fell and the louder her cries came. Slender hand cupped her chin, leaning down to his knees. Thumbs caressed the tears, his voice whispered and forced, as if it was hard to use it.
"Nothing can save you" a sudden shiver attacked her body, stomach churned no, no, no, no, no, no. no. why? His hands found her neck, fingers stroking the delicate vein, dark eyes never leaving hers. "Say..." understanding caught up with her, blue eyes lowered, the river flowed harder. Her voice choked, near retching, but she spoke
"N-nothing c-can..." she shrieked quietly "... s-sa-save... m-m-me" Nothing did. Fangs sunk into silky flesh of the 15 year old girl. her lifeforce drained almost gone, the body cold and numb. Tear stains but none ran anymore. Voice was nearly gone but she managed a deathly gasp
"why?" the void of death took her only moments after. The vampire had watched her agaonising death. The answer to her question... she will never know.
Optional Information:
Owns a grey tabby cat named Hide, it is purely companion animal and has been with him since it was a young. He doesnt feed it but has been known to abnormally nurture the creature.
COMPLETE
I have been working on this profile for a week or so now, Im sorry its taking so long, I promise it will be complete soon. I intend to make sure nothing is out and his character is set
YAY FINALLY!!