Post by xXPeterxX on Dec 21, 2006 13:23:38 GMT -5
Name: Rasputin
Age: Too old. (I'd say in between 300-600, but nobody knows for sure.)
Appears: Mid twenties to early thirties, can look his age at times though when he is tired or angry.
Race: Vampire.
Gender: Male. (I'd like to see any decent person who'd name their daughter Rasputin.)
Side: Kamenwati's side I suppose, but he was here long before she was.
Part in the War: Head vampire, duh.
Appearance:
Eyes:
His eyes are the deepest red that red can be. They reflect all the tragedy that was, and all that is to come. His mind is always ticking with evil plots and twisted schemes that are sure to bring the human race to their knees and bow before him as their king. There is no mistaking the evil look that always intensifies his gaze and creates the longing that pounds in his unbeating black heart of misery. (Wow I feel rather evil today.)
Hair:
Rasputin's hair is as black as his heart, reaching to the base of his neck. It has thinned out over the years but there is still no gray hairs to show for his age. It is always slicked back as though he had used too much gel that it almost gave it a plastic sort of look. Hard to be evil if you don't look the part I suppose.
Face:
This vampire's face is thin and rigid, his cheek bones high and demanding. His pale skin is as white as paper, as is the rest of his kind, and always an evil smirk or a disapproving scowl rests upon his molded face. His nose and chin are sharp, but his skin looks soft as a baby's behind. His teeth, of course, are long and sharp just as all others beside him. Just below his chin and running along the left side of his neck, three long and thin gashes are seen as the result of a battle misplaced in the mound of history lost among the war of tyrants.
Body:
He is tall and thin and slinks around as silent as night itself. His posture is always sharp and straight, military enhanced to say loud and clear to everyone he passes that he rules, so obey or die. He wheres black to show the plainness and the evils of the world, and a cape that skims the ground just barely behind him. His bat form is fierce as the real thing itself. He is deadly as deadly comes so watch out for the one at the head who commands all the rest.
Voice:
Strict and ruling, it's smooth like his skin and fierce like his gaze. He gets angry fast, and I can assure you that you don't want that. He is clever and always has an angry retort to shout back. His tongue is sharp and his wits are keen. His accent is among those of the British.
History: His history is lost among the stories of battles and wars. No one is sure of his age and no one is sure of his past. All I can tell you is that he has a son that nobody knows about, and a past darker then you could ever imagine.
Family: He has a son no one knows about, but other then that, the rest of his family has fallen off the charts, or in other words, vanished.
RPG example:
Jason grunted a soft 'No problem' when she thanked him. When she asked him how his cuts on his muzzle and tongue were he shrugged. "Fine. Not really a big deal. They'll heal in time as your's will." his rough voice sounded.
He could sense something, a sort of tension in the air. He took a closer look at Roxy whom was staring at her paws. He could see guilt in her eyes. He was taken back. His eyes widened slightly when he saw it. He'd never known someone to feel sorry for him or worry about him. He thought she had just asked out of being polite. But now he could see.
She felt guilty about them. She thought it was her fault. In some way it was but he didn't blame her. And he didn't want her to blame herself either. "I don't blame you, you know." he said. "It's just something that happens."
Like Roxy, he didn't dwell on the past. But unlike Roxy, he didn't like to look to far at the future either. He didn't even think much about what would happen the next day. As far as he was concerned, he would live his life and just go along with it. He preferred to think about the present if anything. But a thought suddenly struck his mind.
What would happen when Roxy's paw was healed?
Normally, he could care less about where or what he or the other dog in which he had helped did after that. He would be on his way and both dogs would continue their lives as though Jason never existed. But that wasn't the case here. He felt that somehow, someway, he and Roxy wouldn't see the last of each other when she was healed. He didn't know why he knew, he just felt it, like the stars were reaching down and telling him themselves that it wouldn't be the end when they parted.
Jason didn't know how to react to that. He didn't trust anyone. He didn't make friends with anyone. But Roxy was the first to gain even just a little bit of his trust. Perhaps that was making a difference on what would happen in the future. He didn't know whether they would be forced together by another need for help or to be friends.
All of it confused Jason and he desperately wanted to forget it all. Whatever would happen, it didn't matter to him. Whatever happened would happen but it was in the future. Right now, they should just focus on the present. Jason's jaw set stubbornly as he pushed the thoughts to the back of his head and waited once more for Roxy's reply.
(Not my best but it's good enough.)
[/color]Age: Too old. (I'd say in between 300-600, but nobody knows for sure.)
Appears: Mid twenties to early thirties, can look his age at times though when he is tired or angry.
Race: Vampire.
Gender: Male. (I'd like to see any decent person who'd name their daughter Rasputin.)
Side: Kamenwati's side I suppose, but he was here long before she was.
Part in the War: Head vampire, duh.
Appearance:
Eyes:
His eyes are the deepest red that red can be. They reflect all the tragedy that was, and all that is to come. His mind is always ticking with evil plots and twisted schemes that are sure to bring the human race to their knees and bow before him as their king. There is no mistaking the evil look that always intensifies his gaze and creates the longing that pounds in his unbeating black heart of misery. (Wow I feel rather evil today.)
Hair:
Rasputin's hair is as black as his heart, reaching to the base of his neck. It has thinned out over the years but there is still no gray hairs to show for his age. It is always slicked back as though he had used too much gel that it almost gave it a plastic sort of look. Hard to be evil if you don't look the part I suppose.
Face:
This vampire's face is thin and rigid, his cheek bones high and demanding. His pale skin is as white as paper, as is the rest of his kind, and always an evil smirk or a disapproving scowl rests upon his molded face. His nose and chin are sharp, but his skin looks soft as a baby's behind. His teeth, of course, are long and sharp just as all others beside him. Just below his chin and running along the left side of his neck, three long and thin gashes are seen as the result of a battle misplaced in the mound of history lost among the war of tyrants.
Body:
He is tall and thin and slinks around as silent as night itself. His posture is always sharp and straight, military enhanced to say loud and clear to everyone he passes that he rules, so obey or die. He wheres black to show the plainness and the evils of the world, and a cape that skims the ground just barely behind him. His bat form is fierce as the real thing itself. He is deadly as deadly comes so watch out for the one at the head who commands all the rest.
Voice:
Strict and ruling, it's smooth like his skin and fierce like his gaze. He gets angry fast, and I can assure you that you don't want that. He is clever and always has an angry retort to shout back. His tongue is sharp and his wits are keen. His accent is among those of the British.
History: His history is lost among the stories of battles and wars. No one is sure of his age and no one is sure of his past. All I can tell you is that he has a son that nobody knows about, and a past darker then you could ever imagine.
Family: He has a son no one knows about, but other then that, the rest of his family has fallen off the charts, or in other words, vanished.
RPG example:
Jason grunted a soft 'No problem' when she thanked him. When she asked him how his cuts on his muzzle and tongue were he shrugged. "Fine. Not really a big deal. They'll heal in time as your's will." his rough voice sounded.
He could sense something, a sort of tension in the air. He took a closer look at Roxy whom was staring at her paws. He could see guilt in her eyes. He was taken back. His eyes widened slightly when he saw it. He'd never known someone to feel sorry for him or worry about him. He thought she had just asked out of being polite. But now he could see.
She felt guilty about them. She thought it was her fault. In some way it was but he didn't blame her. And he didn't want her to blame herself either. "I don't blame you, you know." he said. "It's just something that happens."
Like Roxy, he didn't dwell on the past. But unlike Roxy, he didn't like to look to far at the future either. He didn't even think much about what would happen the next day. As far as he was concerned, he would live his life and just go along with it. He preferred to think about the present if anything. But a thought suddenly struck his mind.
What would happen when Roxy's paw was healed?
Normally, he could care less about where or what he or the other dog in which he had helped did after that. He would be on his way and both dogs would continue their lives as though Jason never existed. But that wasn't the case here. He felt that somehow, someway, he and Roxy wouldn't see the last of each other when she was healed. He didn't know why he knew, he just felt it, like the stars were reaching down and telling him themselves that it wouldn't be the end when they parted.
Jason didn't know how to react to that. He didn't trust anyone. He didn't make friends with anyone. But Roxy was the first to gain even just a little bit of his trust. Perhaps that was making a difference on what would happen in the future. He didn't know whether they would be forced together by another need for help or to be friends.
All of it confused Jason and he desperately wanted to forget it all. Whatever would happen, it didn't matter to him. Whatever happened would happen but it was in the future. Right now, they should just focus on the present. Jason's jaw set stubbornly as he pushed the thoughts to the back of his head and waited once more for Roxy's reply.
(Not my best but it's good enough.)
