Post by Eli Wellington on Aug 3, 2009 22:25:17 GMT -6
Elijah Wellington
vitals
nick names = Eli
gender = male
age = 1703
race = Vampire
homeworld = Nox
areas of skill = speed, trickery
preferred profession = fabulousness!
starting location = Nox[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = black, combination of spiky mohawked and emo swiperoo
eyes = blue
distinguishing features = nothing distiguishing save for his tendancy to sport all black in various flamboyant ways[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = pre-drawn blood, were-creatures, breaking a nail
strengths = trickery, agility
weaknesses = shiny things, sexing up anything with legs
describe full personality = Eli likes to have fun, and often that fun comes in the form of entertainment before dinner. To put it simply, his kills are generally not quick. Mischevious and a little spoiled, he loves toying with people and putting himself at the center of attention. And if he finds you particularly yummy looking, you might be in for an even more exciting death than you previously thought...[/ul]
so the story begins...
Eli used to be the son of an influential man. He thinks. It was so long ago, that day an even older vampire came out of the night, sweeping him off his feet and stealing his mortality in the process. He always did have a weakness for pretty people...
At any rate, he was pretty sure he used to be rich, so he's been pretty sure he should stay that way. Since his birth as a vampire, he's been chilling for hundreds of years on Nox with his fellow creatures of the night. He's been known to capture werecreatures simply to play with for awhile. At other times, he's the one giving the other vampires fashion advice. The vampires really had lost their flair in recent years...[/size][/ul]
Eli sighed in boredom as he leafed through a book, petting a fluffy white rabbit that was resting in his lap. Eli was pretty sure he had read this book before. Like, fifty times. "Are we really out of new stuff?" he wondered out loud to no one in particular. "Gods, it's like our creativity has dried up too!"
He leaned back in his chair, scanning the mansion's library with his eyes. Yup. He was pretty sure he'd read every single one of those books multiple times. "That's so weird," he mumbled to the rabbit as he scratched it's head. "I don't even remember liking reading."
That was that. He decided there that he was going to try to find something new to do. He was not ready for immortality to suck just yet. But first...
He tossed the old book over his shoulder and proceeded to sink his fangs into the bunny rabbit's pure white coat, staining it a lovely scarlet colour that eventually ran down his pale chin.
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the real you
age = 22
how did you find us? = my site!
any last words? = "I'M GONNA GIVE YOU MAH LOOOVE"[/size][/ul][/font]
