Post by justjess on Sept 6, 2011 19:17:40 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Robin.Knight |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Robin Knight, but you can call me Robin. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm two hundred and eleven years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a male. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a vampire, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Outwardly he likes to appear cold and ruthless with a single-minded determination and has a lust for blood, although not just in the vampiric sense. He tries not to lie as Robin hates lying and all that it entails, he would much rather be upfront and honest although will lie if the situation calls for it but usually avoids doing so by twisting his words. Inwardly however Robin is probably one of the nicest people you would ever meet, if you put the murder aside of course. He despises himself for what he has become but can see no way of changing. He loves being in control and doesn’t feel comfortable following others. He cant help but help people, he could no more walk by a person in distress without doing anything than he could dance out in the sun without dying. Unless of course that person is his chosen victim, then he seems able to block out the fact they are human,
Living most of his life in secrecy he now feels odd about being able to be himself, although he doesn’t like humans knowing about vampires, he thinks it make them more vulnerable and doesn‘t usually let people know what he is until he trusts them.
history
[/size][/right]Robin was born to peasants in the start of the 19th century. His mother and father worked on the farm owned by wealthy man who ruled his subjects with a kind but firm manner, he was considered a generous man to work for at the time but was unforgiving to rule breakers and often had them put to death. Robins Father was killed in a farming accident and his Mother went mad with grief and was committed to an asylum. The land owner, Richard, adopted Robin as he had no heir of his own.Robin was provided with every privilege that could possibly be offered to him, and when his guardian died when Robin was 19 years old he inherited everything and became a wealthy person in his own right, however that was never enough for him. Robin longed to make a difference in the world and loved helping people. He built a hospice where people from all over, no matter their race, gender, or social standing, could go to receive treatment free of charge. When Robin turned 23 he “died” after being thrown from his horse and found by a vampire who turned him.
On the night of his rising his creator was so absorbed waiting for his “son” that he didn’t notice the hunter until it was too late and he had been staked. The hunter was also a man of science and wanted a newborn vamp as his latest experiment, after expertly managing to restrain his with silver and taking him back to the lab, Robin managed to trick his captor into releasing him and then drank him dry.
The rest of his years have been spent in a blur of murder and blood.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
“get up” I urged my dark bay stallion forward and pressed my heels into his sides. It was vital that the cure I had just gathered got the hospice as fast as possible. Last night a man had come in with a raging fever and died only a few hours later, this morning I had been awoken to a messenger delivering the news that half of the patients were delirious with the same fever and the ingredients for a cure could not be gotten in time to save them. I had set out there and then knowing I had to do all in my power to ensure as many people as possible survived. The ingredients were easy enough to gather, but it had been half a days ride to get them and now my steed was too tired to complete the return journey at the same speed, but ever the willing servant he kept going, he seemed to sense my urgency and lengthened his stride accordingly, that horse would give his all to me his desire to comply with his rider made him a great mount, and right now I was grateful to him.
“come on my boy, we have to make it”, I spoke soothingly to him, I could feel him faltering but I was only a few miles from home now and there was no way we could stop now. Just the woods to go. I slowed to fast trot so we could navigate the trees in the dim light. Suddenly he reared. I threw my weight forward so he wouldn’t go over backwards and I waited until his feet were firmly back on the ground before looking around to see what had cause such a reaction in my usually calm horse. I couldn’t see anything but the damn horse refused to forward. Hating myself for what I was about to do I snapped a thin branch from a tree and used it as a crop. With a surprised snort he took off at a canter. “Shit” I’d lost my stirrup and was thrown off balance when the horse spooked, I grabbed a handful of mane to steady myself when he bucked and swerved at the same time, resulting in us both falling to the floor. I landed on the hard ground with my horse on top me, and I hit my head hard a rock. Fighting to stay awake hurt so I gave in to the blackness.
I remember thinking that was it. Death. Not at all what I’d imagined but not completely unpleasant. I was almost disappointed when my eyes opened, making me realize I’d just passed out. My horse had managed to get up and had disappeared, hopefully he’d gone home and people would come looking for me when they noticed he was riderless. The rest of the evening was spent drifting in and out of conciseness. When I awoke for the final time I couldn’t help but notice how dark it was. I never heard the laughter until it was too late.
Screaming. Screaming. Agony. The pain was unbearable. The monster was drinking my blood.
Brown eyes. Whispered my name. I was released from the pain.
Sweat covered my body, yet I was freezing cold. “just a dream” I told myself, but it was more than that, it was a memory that I was unable to escape. Groaning inwardly I tried to remember the man that I had once been. Did that part of me cease to exist when I became a monster, or was he still with me somewhere? Did I have to give up on my humanity just because I was no longer human?[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Jessie | 6 years | David Tennant |
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