Post by Rowan Incarti on Aug 29, 2009 14:04:46 GMT -7
NAME: Rowan Incarti
MEANING: Red Ink-hearted.
GOES BY: Ro, Inc
OTHER NICKNAMES: none
GENDER: male
AGE: Approximately 300 years old. Forever 20.
BIRTHDAY: Nov. 2
SPECIES: vampire
RELIGIOUS BELIEFS: areligious
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
STATUS: single
OCCUPATION: hunter
LIVING SITUATION: some turf staked out in the Dark Forest
HAIR: dirty-blond/brown, cut short
EYES: His eyes, like most vampires, are red, though they used to be blue. Normal sized.
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 145?lbs.
USUAL ENSEMBLE: likes to go shirtless but always wears pants that accentuate his hot body.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: he likes going shirtless to showoff his "moonglow" which is like a suntan from the moon. He’s subtly muscled from long hours of training. Pale and ethereally beautiful, Rowan has a sort of “lost-boy” look that makes him the perfect hunter. He doesn’t have any piercings or tatoos, but is wondering if maybe he should get one on his wrist. (A tatoo, not a piercing.) He disarms people with his boyish good looks and his gorgeous smile.
LIKES: blood, hunting, sarcasm, girls, girls fawning over him, books, midnight, showing off his body, scaring tough guys nutsless.
DISLIKES: the sun, the fact that he can't go out in it anymore, people, drinking the blood of animals, his maker, being cursed to live for all eternity, wearing shirts, people on his turf, complication, those who challenge his right to be.
STRENGTHS: physically strong, mentally strong, great at deuling with swords, sharpest blade in arsenal: sarcasm, vampire speed.
WEAKNESSES: his temper clouds his judgement, he cannot go out in the sunlight, he is fiercely territorial, vain, has a hard time letting someone get close to him.
WANTS: blood, a good chase, someone who cares enough to break through his tough-guy appearance.
FEARS: no one will, the horrors of his past, the King of all Vampires.
POWERS: can glamour (put people into a trance so that they obey him), and regenerate
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Rowan used to be very positive about life. He was positive in where he was going to go, and what he wanted to do. Getting changed into a vampire changed all that. Now Rowan sees firstly all the things that could go wrong or betray in a situation. But it’s not that he wants to. It’s just that he can’t help it. Experience has taught him that nothing goes according to plan, so he doesn’t make them anymore. He now lives as a playboy who’ll do as he pleases whenever he pleases. Rarely answering to anybody, he makes snarky comments first and feels bad about it later (maybe, if he likes you). Few know however that he’s actually quite a softy once you get past that hard outer shell. Few have gotten past it to know. After a recently life-threatening perspective change, Rowan is trying to get back to his old self. It’s hard. His cynical habits are taking their sweet time about dying, but he’s trying.
FAMILY:
None still living, but he did have a father, mother, and two younger brothers.
PETS:
None
HISTORY: He’d grown up in simple times. Simple places. With simple people. He didn’t mind his lot in life, and he took the time to find beauty in almost everything around him. The structure of things, the feel of the wind in his hair, the heat in the eyes of the girls he passed as they stared at him. Life was good. Rowan was twenty, looking for a chit to marry, and on top of his world. He was strong, smart, and good at hunting. All the younger boys wanted to be like him. Rowan smiled as he walked into the forest, looking for a rabbit or maybe even deer to bring home to his mother for dinner. His father was too busy working in his smith to have to be burdened with this responsibility, so Rowan had gladly offered to help out. As he made it to the forest’s edge Rowan slipped gladly into the silent creeping that he’d perfected to win him all those hunting prizes. He found the tracks of a large deer, and began to follow them, dreaming hungrily of the meals this animal could provide. He was staring so intently at the trail he followed that he had bounced clean off the man standing in the path and had hit the forest floor before realizing the man was there. Springing to his feet, apologizing profusely, the words died on his lips as he looked up at this stranger in his forest. He was unnaturally pale, and though he appeared thin and sickly, the man hadn’t even flinched or shifted in the slightest when Rowan how bowled into him. He appeared disheveled, as if he’d been traveling for days, or weeks, but that wasn’t what iced over Rowan’s blood. The man’s eyes, if you could call them that, were a deep ruby. The stranger hissed at Rowan, and spoke something in a language he did not know. But he didn’t have to know the language to know that the man was very angry. He kept gesturing at the tracks and back at Rowan and then to the greater forest. Rowan was just beginning to realize that this stranger must also have been tracking his deer and must have just come across it when Rowan walked into him. Just as he came to realize this, the stranger attacked Rowan, leaving no time to react. He pushed futilely at the small man, trying to keep him as far away from himself as he could, but he felt the man bite him on the neck, and then Rowan thought no more as the darkness closed down around him.
YOUR NAME: Aimee/Zeestor/Fiona
AGE: 18 in less than 30 days!
EXPERIENCE: more than a year of RPing
OTHER CHARACTERS: Fiona Mercy
SECRET PASSWORD: there isn't one yet?
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