Post by malico on Sept 17, 2006 1:41:10 GMT -5
Name: Malico Vice
Age: 32
Actual Age: 1713
Gender: Male
Dream Perference (ie; type of dream):
He'll manipulate dreams to make them scary. He likes it when there's fear in their eyes. He likes challenges more then anything but a person would need to do something amazing in their dream to cetch his eye.
Appearance (1+ paragraph):
Malico stands at an even "6'3" and he's built slender and strong like breaded wire. His hair is blood red and falls just past his shoulders and is layered around his face. He is never seen without his equally red trench coat which he made himself. The trench coat is threaded with black thread and has a hood like a cloak which he wears in the rain. Unless it's hot out he keeps the trench coat closed up, but he does get hot very easilly considering he's from Romania. On the back of his trench coat is Russian writing that reads " Fall down into ashes at the bottom of the well, and I will revive you in a land of wonder." He often wears black steel-toed boots with a red panther insignia on the top of the toes. He often hides knives in his pant pockets and sais under his trench coat.
Personality (1+ paragraph):
Malico always enjoys a good challenge when it comes to battle and hunting. He hardly ever finds someone with that kind of spirit. He is picky when it comes to whom he should turn because he feels he has a name to live up to. He doesn't get along with most other vampires or dreamwalkers and he mostly preferes being alone.
The sound of any wonderfully played instrument can cetch his attention. He is very much into the arts and can often be found at galleries, night clubs, opera houses, and infact he'll wander in the direction of any good sound or smell. Like most guys his weekness is food but if you ask him his opinion on anything be prepared for a let down. Unless it makes his mouth water and his shoulders tingle he'll have something bad to say about it.
History(2+ paragraph):
He's a direct descendant from Calligula and therefore his powers are stronger than most of his same generation. His father taught him to always be honorable when it came to fighting others. He has taken martial arts and has mastered the use of his bare hands, scythe, kama, sai, bo, and tanfa.
As with most DreamWalkers his mother died when he was born and he moved from Romania to America with his father many years after when it was first being colonized. He studied languages and was most often amazed with Russian. In these times as a colonist he had very little to do durring the day and learned to sow. He made his own wardrobe which he still wears to the present date.
At one point he fell for a girl who defended her town from rampaging creatures and hoped she would understand him and feel the same. Although she did understand him she didn't feel the same as him when the time came to turn her and she ultimatley fell into a coma. Ever since then he has sworn to close off his heart and become cold. His deep blue eyes reflected the ice that formed around his heart, and when walking around anywhere today he can feel the fear in everyone who sees his eyes and feels his aura.
Other:
He has a pet Akita that he found injured in a back alley around thanksgiving. He named the dog Reikiniru or Niru for short.
To anyone who tries to befriend him, good luck.
Sample RP:
Malico walks down the snow covered widewalk into town at night. He enjoys walking by himself when no one else is around. Walking past homes with families he can faintly feel the fire going and smell the masterpiece dinners which they have made for him to never taste. He continues walking until he can no longer smell or feel the happy families eating dinner by the fire.
Suddenly, he hears a whimpering in a back alley and as he enters to see what's the matter, the whimpering turn into a growl. A large dog is shadowed by the buildings but Malico can smell it in the air, blood and fear linger. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and strikes it to illuminate the alley. He sees a dumpster to his imediate right with paper hanging out and starts a dumpster fire. Turning his attention back to the dog he can see it much clearer. The dog is an akita around 3 years old. It's dark brown eyes hide behind it's glisening teeth and black and brown fur. In the light the brown glowed as red as the blood coming from it's side. "Aren't you a pathetic sight, how'd you let this happen to yourself huh?"
The dog only continues to growl and whimper. "Come now, do you want any help or not?" Malico says squatting down and holding his hand out. The dog snaps at his hand but misses as Malico pulls away. "You're in so much pain but you still are willing to fight. What a strong spirit for a dog I think I'll keep you."
Malico swiftly grabs the dogs mussle and curls his other arms around the dogs chest. The dog goes wild in fear and stress but is held tight by Malico. He spits on his hand and runs it across the dogs wound, closing it completley. "There you go I bet that feels better." The dog is tired from struggling and blood loss and has no fight left. Malico picks up the poor thing and walks out of the alleyway as the dumpster fire is left to glow. "What a nice thanksgiving present you are, I'll name you Reikiniru, hows that sound?"
Age: 32
Actual Age: 1713
Gender: Male
Dream Perference (ie; type of dream):
He'll manipulate dreams to make them scary. He likes it when there's fear in their eyes. He likes challenges more then anything but a person would need to do something amazing in their dream to cetch his eye.
Appearance (1+ paragraph):
Malico stands at an even "6'3" and he's built slender and strong like breaded wire. His hair is blood red and falls just past his shoulders and is layered around his face. He is never seen without his equally red trench coat which he made himself. The trench coat is threaded with black thread and has a hood like a cloak which he wears in the rain. Unless it's hot out he keeps the trench coat closed up, but he does get hot very easilly considering he's from Romania. On the back of his trench coat is Russian writing that reads " Fall down into ashes at the bottom of the well, and I will revive you in a land of wonder." He often wears black steel-toed boots with a red panther insignia on the top of the toes. He often hides knives in his pant pockets and sais under his trench coat.
Personality (1+ paragraph):
Malico always enjoys a good challenge when it comes to battle and hunting. He hardly ever finds someone with that kind of spirit. He is picky when it comes to whom he should turn because he feels he has a name to live up to. He doesn't get along with most other vampires or dreamwalkers and he mostly preferes being alone.
The sound of any wonderfully played instrument can cetch his attention. He is very much into the arts and can often be found at galleries, night clubs, opera houses, and infact he'll wander in the direction of any good sound or smell. Like most guys his weekness is food but if you ask him his opinion on anything be prepared for a let down. Unless it makes his mouth water and his shoulders tingle he'll have something bad to say about it.
History(2+ paragraph):
He's a direct descendant from Calligula and therefore his powers are stronger than most of his same generation. His father taught him to always be honorable when it came to fighting others. He has taken martial arts and has mastered the use of his bare hands, scythe, kama, sai, bo, and tanfa.
As with most DreamWalkers his mother died when he was born and he moved from Romania to America with his father many years after when it was first being colonized. He studied languages and was most often amazed with Russian. In these times as a colonist he had very little to do durring the day and learned to sow. He made his own wardrobe which he still wears to the present date.
At one point he fell for a girl who defended her town from rampaging creatures and hoped she would understand him and feel the same. Although she did understand him she didn't feel the same as him when the time came to turn her and she ultimatley fell into a coma. Ever since then he has sworn to close off his heart and become cold. His deep blue eyes reflected the ice that formed around his heart, and when walking around anywhere today he can feel the fear in everyone who sees his eyes and feels his aura.
Other:
He has a pet Akita that he found injured in a back alley around thanksgiving. He named the dog Reikiniru or Niru for short.
To anyone who tries to befriend him, good luck.
Sample RP:
Malico walks down the snow covered widewalk into town at night. He enjoys walking by himself when no one else is around. Walking past homes with families he can faintly feel the fire going and smell the masterpiece dinners which they have made for him to never taste. He continues walking until he can no longer smell or feel the happy families eating dinner by the fire.
Suddenly, he hears a whimpering in a back alley and as he enters to see what's the matter, the whimpering turn into a growl. A large dog is shadowed by the buildings but Malico can smell it in the air, blood and fear linger. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and strikes it to illuminate the alley. He sees a dumpster to his imediate right with paper hanging out and starts a dumpster fire. Turning his attention back to the dog he can see it much clearer. The dog is an akita around 3 years old. It's dark brown eyes hide behind it's glisening teeth and black and brown fur. In the light the brown glowed as red as the blood coming from it's side. "Aren't you a pathetic sight, how'd you let this happen to yourself huh?"
The dog only continues to growl and whimper. "Come now, do you want any help or not?" Malico says squatting down and holding his hand out. The dog snaps at his hand but misses as Malico pulls away. "You're in so much pain but you still are willing to fight. What a strong spirit for a dog I think I'll keep you."
Malico swiftly grabs the dogs mussle and curls his other arms around the dogs chest. The dog goes wild in fear and stress but is held tight by Malico. He spits on his hand and runs it across the dogs wound, closing it completley. "There you go I bet that feels better." The dog is tired from struggling and blood loss and has no fight left. Malico picks up the poor thing and walks out of the alleyway as the dumpster fire is left to glow. "What a nice thanksgiving present you are, I'll name you Reikiniru, hows that sound?"
