Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jan 11, 2009 17:12:35 GMT -8
Name: (full name please)Birth: Lysander Cross, Now: Lysander Rousseau
Age: (if your character is a vampire, please put the age they appear to be and about how old they actually are)18, but is really in his mid-50's
Status: (Human, Possible Future Werewolf or Vampire)Vampire
Family: Both parents are decreased.
Appearance: Let's start from the top. Lysander's hair is a mousy brown. It is short, but long enough for anyone to know that it is wavy. His hairline goes into a blunt widow's peak on the middle of his forehead. Several inches down his forehead are his eyebrows: long and somewhat thick. Below his eyebrows is his ocher, deep-set eyes, if he had drank that day of course. Staring into his eyes for a long period of time resulted in being faintly hypnotized by the shear depth of them. His nose is slightly crooked in the middle to the left. It suits him though, he is far from perfect, so why should his face be any different? The tip of his nose is cleft. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a regal look. And now his lips. His upper lip is thin while his lower lip is more thicker, but both are pink. His chin sticks out from his face just slightly making it defined. All these facial features reside on a long, rectangle face.
Lysander's skin is pale and it stretches over his body, keeping his insides together. His upper isn't muscular, but it isn't weak. Lysander's shoulders aren't broad, but slump down forward, not concerned at all that his posture wasn't perfect, he knew that he was far. from perfect. There were muscles under his jacket, big enough to be felt. His legs are lean, but strong and firm, always hidden under straight leg jeans. He is also quite tall, 6'4".
Personality: (two or more paragraphs) Lysander is the strong, silent type. He rarely speaks or draws attention to himself, even when he was human. Though very shy, he is friendly once you get to know him. Caring would also be a word to describe Lysander. When his father died of lung cancer at the age of five, Lysander grew up caring for his mother who, despite being his mother, never felt as though she was good enough.
He trusts far too easily for his own good, and in the past it had gotten him into trouble. Once you get him talking, he goes on non-stop. At times he can come off as being a snob because he is silent, but really isn't. He is very gentle, he never forgets how strong he is.
History: (two or more paragraphs) Lysander Cross was born in NYC in 1952, turned in 1970. He was walking from his friend's apartment one night in late October, pulled into an alley by some unknown vampire. He was left there until he finally "woke up" three days later. He couldn't remember right away what his human life use to be except where he lived. He went home and found his mother doing the dishes. He killed his mother and then realized what he had done. After packing some of his clothes in a backpack and pocketing all the money he could find in his mother's apartment he fled to the Appalachian Mountains.
Over the next several decades, Lysander, disgusted with murdering his own mother, chooses to feed from animals because he sees it as the only way to survive. Sometime in the mid 80's Lysander met another "vegetarian" vampire named Ariel Rousseau in Nebraska. Ariel is over 400 years old and was originally from France. From the Nebraska, he and Ariel roamed across America through the most rural parts, making sure that he didn't come in contact with humans. Along the way, they met others of their kind and learned about the many aspects of vampirism. After a year in Yosemite National Park, they traveled upward towards a little town Lysander had heard of while traveling that was the home of a clan of vampires who had settled and were living comfortably.
Password:BlueMoon
Sample RP: (This can be from another site and a different character.) Lysander looked out the window of the new, lavish house Ariel had splurged on. "Lysander, why don't you help the moving men with the furniture," came the polished, French accented voice of Ariel herself. He turned his head to look at her.
"I'd rather not."
"You are moody, why my love?" She glided over to him, her long, thick, curly, red hair flowing behind. Ariel rested her abnormally cold hand on his shoulder.
"Of all the places you could've settled, you chose Forks-" He gritted his teeth.
"Forks isn't that bad. And besides, I thought settling down would be nice for once instead of running." Lysander shook of her hand.
"Mother, I'm going out." He grabbed his keys and walked outside, leaving her standing at his bedroom window. His fists were clenched in his jean pockets. The fact that Ariel had bought a house didn't anger him, it was the fact that he would be starting high school. Lysander hadn't been to a high school since...since the day he was turned. He could remember still how much he had hated it. As he walked out of his heavily gated front yard, he walked down a few miles into Main Street where the near forest, save for the lone road, gave way to. The smell of blood hit him. After several decades, his resistance was pretty good. He hadn't drunk human blood since...since the day he was turned. Ariel thought that he was strong enough to go to a high school, to resist the blood. That fact gave him courage.
He stared intently at the ground below him. On a rare occasion when a human had crossed his path, they would always stop and stare, especially the woman. The sun was greatly hidden by the overcast clouds up above. He knew it wouldn't be so bad living here.
Special Traits: When Lysander was human, he had always loved the winter, especially in NYC. When ever there was a snow day, he could be found outside making snowmen or snowangels, getting into snowball fights with his mom. So, when he was transformed into a vampire, he developed the ability to generate ice and reduce temperature with his bare hands.
Age: (if your character is a vampire, please put the age they appear to be and about how old they actually are)18, but is really in his mid-50's
Status: (Human, Possible Future Werewolf or Vampire)Vampire
Family: Both parents are decreased.
Appearance: Let's start from the top. Lysander's hair is a mousy brown. It is short, but long enough for anyone to know that it is wavy. His hairline goes into a blunt widow's peak on the middle of his forehead. Several inches down his forehead are his eyebrows: long and somewhat thick. Below his eyebrows is his ocher, deep-set eyes, if he had drank that day of course. Staring into his eyes for a long period of time resulted in being faintly hypnotized by the shear depth of them. His nose is slightly crooked in the middle to the left. It suits him though, he is far from perfect, so why should his face be any different? The tip of his nose is cleft. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a regal look. And now his lips. His upper lip is thin while his lower lip is more thicker, but both are pink. His chin sticks out from his face just slightly making it defined. All these facial features reside on a long, rectangle face.
Lysander's skin is pale and it stretches over his body, keeping his insides together. His upper isn't muscular, but it isn't weak. Lysander's shoulders aren't broad, but slump down forward, not concerned at all that his posture wasn't perfect, he knew that he was far. from perfect. There were muscles under his jacket, big enough to be felt. His legs are lean, but strong and firm, always hidden under straight leg jeans. He is also quite tall, 6'4".
Personality: (two or more paragraphs) Lysander is the strong, silent type. He rarely speaks or draws attention to himself, even when he was human. Though very shy, he is friendly once you get to know him. Caring would also be a word to describe Lysander. When his father died of lung cancer at the age of five, Lysander grew up caring for his mother who, despite being his mother, never felt as though she was good enough.
He trusts far too easily for his own good, and in the past it had gotten him into trouble. Once you get him talking, he goes on non-stop. At times he can come off as being a snob because he is silent, but really isn't. He is very gentle, he never forgets how strong he is.
History: (two or more paragraphs) Lysander Cross was born in NYC in 1952, turned in 1970. He was walking from his friend's apartment one night in late October, pulled into an alley by some unknown vampire. He was left there until he finally "woke up" three days later. He couldn't remember right away what his human life use to be except where he lived. He went home and found his mother doing the dishes. He killed his mother and then realized what he had done. After packing some of his clothes in a backpack and pocketing all the money he could find in his mother's apartment he fled to the Appalachian Mountains.
Over the next several decades, Lysander, disgusted with murdering his own mother, chooses to feed from animals because he sees it as the only way to survive. Sometime in the mid 80's Lysander met another "vegetarian" vampire named Ariel Rousseau in Nebraska. Ariel is over 400 years old and was originally from France. From the Nebraska, he and Ariel roamed across America through the most rural parts, making sure that he didn't come in contact with humans. Along the way, they met others of their kind and learned about the many aspects of vampirism. After a year in Yosemite National Park, they traveled upward towards a little town Lysander had heard of while traveling that was the home of a clan of vampires who had settled and were living comfortably.
Password:BlueMoon
Sample RP: (This can be from another site and a different character.) Lysander looked out the window of the new, lavish house Ariel had splurged on. "Lysander, why don't you help the moving men with the furniture," came the polished, French accented voice of Ariel herself. He turned his head to look at her.
"I'd rather not."
"You are moody, why my love?" She glided over to him, her long, thick, curly, red hair flowing behind. Ariel rested her abnormally cold hand on his shoulder.
"Of all the places you could've settled, you chose Forks-" He gritted his teeth.
"Forks isn't that bad. And besides, I thought settling down would be nice for once instead of running." Lysander shook of her hand.
"Mother, I'm going out." He grabbed his keys and walked outside, leaving her standing at his bedroom window. His fists were clenched in his jean pockets. The fact that Ariel had bought a house didn't anger him, it was the fact that he would be starting high school. Lysander hadn't been to a high school since...since the day he was turned. He could remember still how much he had hated it. As he walked out of his heavily gated front yard, he walked down a few miles into Main Street where the near forest, save for the lone road, gave way to. The smell of blood hit him. After several decades, his resistance was pretty good. He hadn't drunk human blood since...since the day he was turned. Ariel thought that he was strong enough to go to a high school, to resist the blood. That fact gave him courage.
He stared intently at the ground below him. On a rare occasion when a human had crossed his path, they would always stop and stare, especially the woman. The sun was greatly hidden by the overcast clouds up above. He knew it wouldn't be so bad living here.
Special Traits: When Lysander was human, he had always loved the winter, especially in NYC. When ever there was a snow day, he could be found outside making snowmen or snowangels, getting into snowball fights with his mom. So, when he was transformed into a vampire, he developed the ability to generate ice and reduce temperature with his bare hands.
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