Post by Twilight on Nov 22, 2008 23:11:09 GMT -5
Character Name: Brad R. (Robert) Grett
Gender: Male
Age: 20 (200 years presently)
Species: Vampire
Diet: Animals/vegitarian
Physical Description: img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/Swimtotheend9933/Justin%20Chatwin/JustinChatwin12.jpg
He's tall and a bit muscular. He's in shape and usually wears casual clothes.
Personality: Brad is like a big brother to most of his friends. He's slightly protective, as a big brother to his little sister of sorts. He's laid-back, but he think of himself as very strong. He's a true teenager, loving to get into wrestling matches with friends to see who can come out on top. He's goofy at times, but he has a serious side. Though he doesn't like to use it, he can be very serious when the time comes. He doesn't like to see people sad; alwasy trying to make a joke out of something to cheer them up.
Strengths: Strength
Weaknesses: Agility
Powers: Able to show people memories and images by a touch.
History: In the year 1808, Brad Robert Grett was born just outside of London, England. He lived a normal child hood; grew up in a semi-rich household with one little sister and two parents, shared a room with said sister, and the likes. When Brad was 18 he graduated Highschool and went to college. In college, life was rough, but what college is easy? He struggled with many subjects, but managed to pull through one year at least.
It was after his 20th birthday, two months after it, that everything began to change. One of his friends was throwing a huge birthday party for their little brother. It was the brother's sweet 16, so they had to make it big. The party was in a small town outside of London, just a few hours away. Brad had been invited, along with a few of his other friends, so they all decided to go together. On his way to meet his friends at their "get-together" spot, he met her. It was nighttime, not quite a full moon. He was taking a shortcut through one of the less busier streets, when this woman, beautiful, pale-skined woman strolled by. She smiled and waved at him. He politely smiled back, and quickened his pace.
The woman followed. No cars were in sight on the road; darkness stretched out along side them. Brad finally spun around to face the stranger. "What do you want?" he asked. "Darling," she answered, licking her lips. "I want you." She dashed forward, so fast that he couldn't tell where she went, and the next thing he knew, she had her lips to his throat, and a sharp pain originated there. He attempted to push her away, but she didn't even budge. Abruptly, she stopped whatever she was doing, and dropped him, crimson liquid glistening on her perfect lips. She giggled and left him there. Brad blinked his eyes weakly, feeling exhausted and drained, and blacked out where he lay.
Brad blinked his eyes open; it was still nighttime. He moaned and tried to pull himself up, but failed. He rested a moment, then heaved himself onto his belly and began crawling for the nearest tree. A shadow cascaded over him and he looked up, frustrated that something had gotten into his way. It took a while for his eyes to focus, but the shadow turned out to be a man. The man held out his hand, not uttering a sound, and Brad reached up to grab it; glad for any help. The man grabbed Brad's hand and pulled him to his feet. There, he "tucked" Brad under his arm and took off, faster than any human could go. Fire began burning through Brad's body. He thrashed wildly in the man's arms but was not able to free himself.
The man took him to his house. There, the man laid Brad on the couch. Brad thrashed again; agonizing pain coursing through his veins. "Kill me," he begged, wanting nothing but relief from this pain. "Please." the man didn't speak, only sat beside the couch and watched Brad suffer.
Time passed; Brad wasn't sure if it was a few days or a few weeks, but finally the pain ebbed. He opened his eyes and gasped. I'm alive? he thought. Surely he would have not survived through that agony? "Ah, your awake," a voice called from somewhere in the room. Brad turned and saw the man from before. "You look better," the old man commented, standing up and walking to Brad's side. "What happened?" Brad asked. "Your a vampire," the old man answered simply. "So am I." Brad opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted once more by the old man. "Your lucky I've found you; you would've been in trouble if I hadn't." Brad shook his head. "Who are you?" he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position. "I'm George Harrison," he asnwered, and held out his hand. "Brad," he replied, shaking the old man's hand.
And so, Brad was a vampire. George and Brad parted ways after a while. Brad was reported dead, and visits his own grave once in a while.
Family: Emily Grett (Mother) - passed away
Ryan Grett (Father) - passed away
Caitlyn Grett (Beloved and dearly missed little sister) - passed away
Role Playing Example:
[glow=red,2,300]Brad crouched on the wet ground, his eyes set on the target in front of him. Leaves concealed his presence, thick overgrowing bushes growing about all around him. He was so focused on what he was doing that the only sound he could hear was the even thrumming of the deer's heart in front of him and the chewing sound it was making as it grazed on the dewed grass of the early dawn. His sharp eyes caught a movement in the bushes across from him. A black bear, fair in size, stumbled out of the bushes and straight towards the deer. The doe immediately flashed away, straight past the bush where Brad was concealed. He smiled with pure delight. He could have gotten the doe easily, but this bear was going to be more fun.
The bear roared in frustration when the doe dissapeared and lumbered forward. Brad finally jumped out of his hiding place and stood casually right in front of the bear. It reared up on it's hind legs and roared with surprise. The animal raised it's massive paw and it came down, claws first, onto Brad's chest. His shirt was shredded to peices, but what lay underneath hadn't even been scathed. An awful shreiking noise filled the air as the bear's claws scraped against his stone-hard chest. "Now why did you have to go and do that?" Brad asked as the bear roared again from the noise. "That was my favorite shirt."
Brad smiled widely, the grin transforming itself into a snarl. He launched himself forward and latched onto the bear's neck. The bear growled and attempted to claw Brad off again, but the attempt was in vain. The bear fell backwards and flailed helplessly with it's paws as Brad sucked the life out of the massive animal.
Brad stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt not totally satisfied, but good enough. His golden eyes turned down at his tattered shirt and he let out a small grimace. "It was one of a kind," he sighed. "Got it fifty years ago..." He sighed again and took a step forward, out of this forest he was in.[/glow]
Gender: Male
Age: 20 (200 years presently)
Species: Vampire
Diet: Animals/vegitarian
Physical Description: img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/Swimtotheend9933/Justin%20Chatwin/JustinChatwin12.jpg
He's tall and a bit muscular. He's in shape and usually wears casual clothes.
Personality: Brad is like a big brother to most of his friends. He's slightly protective, as a big brother to his little sister of sorts. He's laid-back, but he think of himself as very strong. He's a true teenager, loving to get into wrestling matches with friends to see who can come out on top. He's goofy at times, but he has a serious side. Though he doesn't like to use it, he can be very serious when the time comes. He doesn't like to see people sad; alwasy trying to make a joke out of something to cheer them up.
Strengths: Strength
Weaknesses: Agility
Powers: Able to show people memories and images by a touch.
History: In the year 1808, Brad Robert Grett was born just outside of London, England. He lived a normal child hood; grew up in a semi-rich household with one little sister and two parents, shared a room with said sister, and the likes. When Brad was 18 he graduated Highschool and went to college. In college, life was rough, but what college is easy? He struggled with many subjects, but managed to pull through one year at least.
It was after his 20th birthday, two months after it, that everything began to change. One of his friends was throwing a huge birthday party for their little brother. It was the brother's sweet 16, so they had to make it big. The party was in a small town outside of London, just a few hours away. Brad had been invited, along with a few of his other friends, so they all decided to go together. On his way to meet his friends at their "get-together" spot, he met her. It was nighttime, not quite a full moon. He was taking a shortcut through one of the less busier streets, when this woman, beautiful, pale-skined woman strolled by. She smiled and waved at him. He politely smiled back, and quickened his pace.
The woman followed. No cars were in sight on the road; darkness stretched out along side them. Brad finally spun around to face the stranger. "What do you want?" he asked. "Darling," she answered, licking her lips. "I want you." She dashed forward, so fast that he couldn't tell where she went, and the next thing he knew, she had her lips to his throat, and a sharp pain originated there. He attempted to push her away, but she didn't even budge. Abruptly, she stopped whatever she was doing, and dropped him, crimson liquid glistening on her perfect lips. She giggled and left him there. Brad blinked his eyes weakly, feeling exhausted and drained, and blacked out where he lay.
Brad blinked his eyes open; it was still nighttime. He moaned and tried to pull himself up, but failed. He rested a moment, then heaved himself onto his belly and began crawling for the nearest tree. A shadow cascaded over him and he looked up, frustrated that something had gotten into his way. It took a while for his eyes to focus, but the shadow turned out to be a man. The man held out his hand, not uttering a sound, and Brad reached up to grab it; glad for any help. The man grabbed Brad's hand and pulled him to his feet. There, he "tucked" Brad under his arm and took off, faster than any human could go. Fire began burning through Brad's body. He thrashed wildly in the man's arms but was not able to free himself.
The man took him to his house. There, the man laid Brad on the couch. Brad thrashed again; agonizing pain coursing through his veins. "Kill me," he begged, wanting nothing but relief from this pain. "Please." the man didn't speak, only sat beside the couch and watched Brad suffer.
Time passed; Brad wasn't sure if it was a few days or a few weeks, but finally the pain ebbed. He opened his eyes and gasped. I'm alive? he thought. Surely he would have not survived through that agony? "Ah, your awake," a voice called from somewhere in the room. Brad turned and saw the man from before. "You look better," the old man commented, standing up and walking to Brad's side. "What happened?" Brad asked. "Your a vampire," the old man answered simply. "So am I." Brad opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted once more by the old man. "Your lucky I've found you; you would've been in trouble if I hadn't." Brad shook his head. "Who are you?" he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position. "I'm George Harrison," he asnwered, and held out his hand. "Brad," he replied, shaking the old man's hand.
And so, Brad was a vampire. George and Brad parted ways after a while. Brad was reported dead, and visits his own grave once in a while.
Family: Emily Grett (Mother) - passed away
Ryan Grett (Father) - passed away
Caitlyn Grett (Beloved and dearly missed little sister) - passed away
Role Playing Example:
[glow=red,2,300]Brad crouched on the wet ground, his eyes set on the target in front of him. Leaves concealed his presence, thick overgrowing bushes growing about all around him. He was so focused on what he was doing that the only sound he could hear was the even thrumming of the deer's heart in front of him and the chewing sound it was making as it grazed on the dewed grass of the early dawn. His sharp eyes caught a movement in the bushes across from him. A black bear, fair in size, stumbled out of the bushes and straight towards the deer. The doe immediately flashed away, straight past the bush where Brad was concealed. He smiled with pure delight. He could have gotten the doe easily, but this bear was going to be more fun.
The bear roared in frustration when the doe dissapeared and lumbered forward. Brad finally jumped out of his hiding place and stood casually right in front of the bear. It reared up on it's hind legs and roared with surprise. The animal raised it's massive paw and it came down, claws first, onto Brad's chest. His shirt was shredded to peices, but what lay underneath hadn't even been scathed. An awful shreiking noise filled the air as the bear's claws scraped against his stone-hard chest. "Now why did you have to go and do that?" Brad asked as the bear roared again from the noise. "That was my favorite shirt."
Brad smiled widely, the grin transforming itself into a snarl. He launched himself forward and latched onto the bear's neck. The bear growled and attempted to claw Brad off again, but the attempt was in vain. The bear fell backwards and flailed helplessly with it's paws as Brad sucked the life out of the massive animal.
Brad stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt not totally satisfied, but good enough. His golden eyes turned down at his tattered shirt and he let out a small grimace. "It was one of a kind," he sighed. "Got it fifty years ago..." He sighed again and took a step forward, out of this forest he was in.[/glow]
