Post by adrian on Aug 1, 2011 3:55:26 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Adrian Erebus Nix |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Adrian Erebus Nix, but you can call me Adrian, or pretty much any demon or devil name. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm one thousand and sixty-five 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]Adrian is a selfish, vain and arrogant Vampire. It is painfully obvious that he has a God Complex like no other. What makes things worse is that he is quite powerful and his power has only grown over the centuries. Adrian is way over-confidant and he isn't afraid to kill. In fact, he loves to kill. He believes anything other than male Vampires are way beneath him. Hell, even male Vamps are beneath him, in his eye, but he tolerates them a bit more. Doesn't hold as much disdain. Adrian hates everyone, unless they are older than him or of higher status. Only then does he give them a begrudging respect. Adrian thinks women are a bother, but he wouldn't dare sleep with a man. To him it is disgusting and vile.How does he feel about Vampires coming out of the shadows? He loves it. Finally he can feed freely without wondering what human may have seen him. Finally he can walk out in the night and get the worship he deserves! Well, in his eyes anyways. And of course, he's gotten more followers, more people to kill, feed from or turn, depending on his mood.
Ahhh.... this is the life.
history
[/size][/right]I was born in the year 946 AD, and no, that is not an error of typing. My age ios 1,065 years, although I only appear to be in my early twenties. In the early years before Shakespeare, gun-powder, and the printing press with moveable type, the world was nothing like it is now. I grew up in what is now called London, England. I had four sisters, Elizabeth, Mary, Victoria and Katherine, and two brothers, Robert and Thomas. My name was William after my late father Sir William Smith. In our family there was also my mother, Anne and my aunt Margeret on my father's side. We were a wealthy family, but not even wealth protects you from the Vampires. I was only twenty when I was bit, on my way home from the river. And since then, nothing has been the same.The first hundred or so years of my existence were troublesome. I took no interest in the eleventh century, despite knowing it would be my world for thousands upon thousands of years yet. Indeed, I didn't care much at all for my world until the fourteenth century. By then, I had been wed over fifteen times and had more children than I could possibly count. Children were a bother and women were nuisance. But of course, they were only human. And they were women. What else could you expect? Often I had killed my wives out of anger or annoyance, but what did it matter? They meant nothing to me. Mere play things, that's all they were to me. Something to amuse myself in this lonely existence.
Late at night, in the fourteenth century, I met a young man by the name of William Shakespeare, after one of his shows in Stratford-Upon-Avon. He was an annoying, trivial human, but he could prove useful to me, so I turned him into my kind. It didn't take long for me to tire of his company, however, So I killed him on his birthday, twenty years later. Harsh? Yes. Did I care? No.
People already thought me odd for not coming outside during the day, and for liking to bathe (in those times, bathing was not a common habit) So I had to move, to avoid suspicion. No point in a senseless and trivial battle. Travelling around the world, I was called Ahriman, Erebus, Abaddon. Hades, Azazel, Lucifer, Satan, Kalona, Cerberus, you name it. All around the world I was known as a Demon by the sixteenth century. Everywhere, I was evil, everywhere I was all powerful.
By the eighteenth century I had moved back to London, and had over four hundred wives, thousands of children and hundreds of humans turned into Vampires. I was on my way to a better world, a world where all men were vampires, all women were humans and slaves and where I was God!
Because that's what I was. A God. I was all powerful and nothing could stop me. No one would dare!
And then the nineteenth, twentieth and twenty-first century came around, and with it, changes I was not prepared for. My perfect world, attacked by war, Influenza, plagues. Music, life, changing. I also found that I enjoyed some changes, such as the bass guitar. If I had such a thing growing up... and Facebook. Computers. Death metal. Black metal. Dark music made by lost soulds. Crying out to Satan, to God.
To me. And did I help them? Why, of course. What kind of a God would I be if I ignored the cries of my people? Oh yeah. I'd be me. Adrian Erebus Nix. The one and only God.
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role play sample |
Luna swallowed slightly, neither one of them moving forward. She felt a little silly, just staring into his eyes, but her stomach was so full of butterflies, and a bright pink blush had appeared on her cheeks, the colour deepening every few seconds. Oh God.. what should she do? What should she do? She was so nervous and scared, yet happy and she wanted him to know that she wanted him, no one else, just him.
So she did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him.
It had shocked even herself at first, especially seeing as how it was her first, but soon she had put her hands on his shoulders, leaning into him a bit as she softly pressed her lips to his, eyes fluttering closed, the pink blush on her cheeks increasing. After almost a minute, she pulled back, lacing her fingers through his once more, brilliant blue eyes shy, unable to look at him.
"I..I'm sorry.." She said softly, still blushing, "I'm... not quite sure what came over me, but I'm glad for it, whatever it was."
Lunaira giggled and squeezed his hand, still unable to look at him. After a couple minutes or so of silence, she looked up at him, not quite able to meet his eyes. "That was my first kiss, too." She whispered, before squeezing his hand once more, "Shall we go in?" She asked, biting the corner of her lips shyly, still kind of quiet. It wasn't quite like her, to be a soft and quiet girl, but that was okay. It just made her seem all the more sweeter.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] LUNANYX |ALMOST TWO YEARS | ANDY SIXX |
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