Post by Fang Crusive on Apr 17, 2012 2:55:19 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Fang Crusive
Race: Vampire
Age:80(looks 18)
Gender:male
Occupation:
Birthplace:London England
Current Location:wondering london
Family Relations: father, mother, and a brother. All dead as far as he knows
Weapon:two katana with blades laced with silver
Other Items Owned:
BACKGROUND
Personality:Fang is a quiet loner type. He would rather be alone then with others. He doesn't really have a temper but if you do get him angry he becomes deadly. He has a very distinct sense of justice and is strong in his beliefs of right and wrong.
Detailed History:Fang was born on the out skirts of London. He lived in a small shack with his family. They couldn't afford much because his father was a drunk and would spend all his money to drink. At night he would come home and beat his mother. His older brother would step but it just caused his brother to move to beating him to. One night when his father came home drunk, like usual. His mother was in bed sick and frail and when there father found no dinner on the table he went to beat her. But Fang tried to stop him and that's when his father turned on him. He beat him like he was some man and not his son. It was then his brother stepped in. Being older he stood up to there father. Fang watched as his brother and father fought beating each other to they were both bruised and bloody. Finally his brother ran out of the house cursing and screaming he come back. As he ran into the woods where he was last seen. Years went by and his mother died from her illness. His brother, well no one knew what had happened to him. And his father. He forced Fang to work and beat him every night till he was killed by an animal attack when he was on his way home drunk. Fang was left alone. He had to go to work at just 14 trying to keep enough money to live on. That's when it happened, On his 17th birthday he was coming home from working late and he was attacked. A animal, almost large and wolf like attacked him. He would have died if it were not for one man. Well if you could call him that. A stranger saved him right as the beast was about to bite him. The man killed the beast with his bear hands and took Fang. The next night he woke up in a cellar and he wasn't human anymore. No he was something different all together. He was a vampire. The man named Larten had saved him. He bite and changed him to keep him from dieing or changing into one of those beast. At first he hated and resented the man for what he had done. But as the years went by and the man taut him how to survive he began to think of him as a father. He stayed with the man for years, he the only family he had. Till one night. They where out hunting. Fang had let down his guard and when he was attacked by a lycan he was completely off guard. The lycan was older and stronger and even with Fangs vampire powers he was helpless agents him. As he was about to be killed Larten stepped in again. But this time he told Fang to run and he took the killing strike. Fang had burned with hatred ever sense. He hated the race for the lose of the only family he had left. After that day he and two special swords made and trained so that the next time he met a lycan in battle he could kill it.
Fears:death, lycans, water, and becoming a monster
Strengths:head strong, expert in the use of swords, level headedness
Weaknesses:He trust to easily which tends to get him into trouble. His anger, if you get him angry enough he can become blinded buy it. He is a little naive. Besides that the usual vampire weaknesses. Sunlight, crosses, garlic, etc...
Likes:hiking, the beautiful night sky, poetry
Dislikes:Lycans,vampires who murder with out a care,
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance:black hair, blue eyes, pale(see avi)
Clothing:He wheres skinny jeans and converse, with a black shirt and cloak. Everything he wheres is black unless he is trying to blend in with the crowed. His face is usually covered by the hood of his cloak.
Build:He is skinny and slightly muscled looking. He looks like he has less muscle then he actually does. Besides he has six pack abs.
Marks/Scars:He has scars on his arms from his fathers beatings
Role play Sample:Fang looked out on the quiet city. His mind burned with the memories of his loss. First he lost his brother, then mother and father. And then lycans took him from him. Those filthy beast took the closest thing to a family he had left. He spit angrily at the ground. He wanted to kill them all. To wrench the life from every little pup. But right now wasn't the time. He hadn't fed in days and he needed it, or else he would be to weak to even come close to killing a lycan. His usually blue eyes were bright red with blood lust. He had to hope no one would be able to see through his fake smile. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and jumped off the building landing lightly on his feet. He could smell human blood in the air. It was sweet and made him want to drool. As he walked towards the smell, he struggled to contain himself. With each step the luscious scent grew closer and closer. He knew if he wasn't careful he would kill tonight.
Birth Name: Fang Crusive
Race: Vampire
Age:80(looks 18)
Gender:male
Occupation:
Birthplace:London England
Current Location:wondering london
Family Relations: father, mother, and a brother. All dead as far as he knows
Weapon:two katana with blades laced with silver
Other Items Owned:
BACKGROUND
Personality:Fang is a quiet loner type. He would rather be alone then with others. He doesn't really have a temper but if you do get him angry he becomes deadly. He has a very distinct sense of justice and is strong in his beliefs of right and wrong.
Detailed History:Fang was born on the out skirts of London. He lived in a small shack with his family. They couldn't afford much because his father was a drunk and would spend all his money to drink. At night he would come home and beat his mother. His older brother would step but it just caused his brother to move to beating him to. One night when his father came home drunk, like usual. His mother was in bed sick and frail and when there father found no dinner on the table he went to beat her. But Fang tried to stop him and that's when his father turned on him. He beat him like he was some man and not his son. It was then his brother stepped in. Being older he stood up to there father. Fang watched as his brother and father fought beating each other to they were both bruised and bloody. Finally his brother ran out of the house cursing and screaming he come back. As he ran into the woods where he was last seen. Years went by and his mother died from her illness. His brother, well no one knew what had happened to him. And his father. He forced Fang to work and beat him every night till he was killed by an animal attack when he was on his way home drunk. Fang was left alone. He had to go to work at just 14 trying to keep enough money to live on. That's when it happened, On his 17th birthday he was coming home from working late and he was attacked. A animal, almost large and wolf like attacked him. He would have died if it were not for one man. Well if you could call him that. A stranger saved him right as the beast was about to bite him. The man killed the beast with his bear hands and took Fang. The next night he woke up in a cellar and he wasn't human anymore. No he was something different all together. He was a vampire. The man named Larten had saved him. He bite and changed him to keep him from dieing or changing into one of those beast. At first he hated and resented the man for what he had done. But as the years went by and the man taut him how to survive he began to think of him as a father. He stayed with the man for years, he the only family he had. Till one night. They where out hunting. Fang had let down his guard and when he was attacked by a lycan he was completely off guard. The lycan was older and stronger and even with Fangs vampire powers he was helpless agents him. As he was about to be killed Larten stepped in again. But this time he told Fang to run and he took the killing strike. Fang had burned with hatred ever sense. He hated the race for the lose of the only family he had left. After that day he and two special swords made and trained so that the next time he met a lycan in battle he could kill it.
Fears:death, lycans, water, and becoming a monster
Strengths:head strong, expert in the use of swords, level headedness
Weaknesses:He trust to easily which tends to get him into trouble. His anger, if you get him angry enough he can become blinded buy it. He is a little naive. Besides that the usual vampire weaknesses. Sunlight, crosses, garlic, etc...
Likes:hiking, the beautiful night sky, poetry
Dislikes:Lycans,vampires who murder with out a care,
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance:black hair, blue eyes, pale(see avi)
Clothing:He wheres skinny jeans and converse, with a black shirt and cloak. Everything he wheres is black unless he is trying to blend in with the crowed. His face is usually covered by the hood of his cloak.
Build:He is skinny and slightly muscled looking. He looks like he has less muscle then he actually does. Besides he has six pack abs.
Marks/Scars:He has scars on his arms from his fathers beatings
Role play Sample:Fang looked out on the quiet city. His mind burned with the memories of his loss. First he lost his brother, then mother and father. And then lycans took him from him. Those filthy beast took the closest thing to a family he had left. He spit angrily at the ground. He wanted to kill them all. To wrench the life from every little pup. But right now wasn't the time. He hadn't fed in days and he needed it, or else he would be to weak to even come close to killing a lycan. His usually blue eyes were bright red with blood lust. He had to hope no one would be able to see through his fake smile. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and jumped off the building landing lightly on his feet. He could smell human blood in the air. It was sweet and made him want to drool. As he walked towards the smell, he struggled to contain himself. With each step the luscious scent grew closer and closer. He knew if he wasn't careful he would kill tonight.
