Post by Takeshi Hiwatari on Mar 3, 2009 22:02:12 GMT -5
General:
Name:
Takeshi Hiwatari
Sexuality:
Straight
Gender:
Male
Class:
Night
Grade:
History Teacher
Age:
345 but was turned at 22
Likes:
-Night
-Blood
-Thunderstorms
-Movies
Dislikes
-Garlic
-Direct Sunlight
-Being Annoyed
-Holy Water
Description
Height:
6’1
Eye Color:
Takeshi’s eyes look different depending on what type of light is hitting them. Most of the time they appear to be a very light shade of brown but sometimes can appear red. They also seem to sparkle on the rare few times he is seen standing in direct sunlight but are dull any other time.
Hair Color:
Takeshi has long lighter brown hair that seems to flow around his face. He used to keep it cut short but after all the years of having to keep it cut he decided to let it grow out. It was then he realized that he liked it longer.
Weight:
175
Other:
Takeshi has an affinity for dark, leather clothing. All his jeans are black, and most of his shirts, though sometimes he is seen wearing red or brown shirts. His favorite article of clothing is a leather button up jacket. On the back of his neck is a tattoo of a Chinese symbol that means hope, something he got when he was human.
Special:
Type:
Vampyre
Powers:
Like most vampyres Takeshi is very appealing to anyone who meets him and can seduce anyone he feels the need to. He can move faster than almost any other species and thinks quicker than any normal person could. Takeshi is also incredibly strong and can lift just about anything that gets in his way. Like all vampyres Takeshi can draw his fangs in and out, though sometimes both can happen involuntarily.
Weapon:
Takeshi’s weapon of choice is his silver bow, he was first given the bow by his father when he was alive and had always kept it in good working condition. The arrows were forged specially for the and are also silver, if he ever uses them he makes sure to get them back.
Password:
Admin Blocked
Personality:
Takeshi is a very close off person and has a hard time trusting people. Mostly due to the reason he was turned into a vampyre. He doesn't get close to people because he doesn't want to hurt them or to get hurt himself. Ever since he became a vampyre he hasn't had any close friends and never stayed in the same place for too long.
Also due to the fact he is a vampyre he hasn't had very many relationships. The relationships he had had weren't long term and never went farther than a few weeks. Even with other vampyres he hasn't been able to find anyone he trusts enough to let in. No matter the fact that he has been looking for a person to love all his life.
History:
Takeshi was born on August 12, 1663, to John and Elanor Hiwatari. He had no siblings but it was because his parents only wanted one child. Takeshi was taken care of when he was little and did almost everything with his dad. His parents were well off but they had enough money to get everything they needed. He went school and when he got older he got a job and had a pretty good life.
On his 22nd birthday he stayed out late partying with his friends and enjoying himself. It was there he met a woman named Elisium, she was the most beautiful woman Takeshi had ever met. They immediately drew to each other and began talking well into the late hours of night. But when Takeshi was planning on going home Elisium attacked him and he didn't remember anything after that.
When he woke Elisium was with him and explained that she had turned him int a vampyre. Takeshi refused to believe it at first but after his thirst for blood grew too strong he knew what he really was. Elisium stayed with him for the first while teaching him how to be a vampyre but once he learned she had no reason to stay. From that day Takeshi swore never to forcefully drink human blood or turn another human into a vampyre. Even if they asked.
He spent all the years of his life just trying to get by and doing everything he could to act like a normal human.
Other?:
n/a
RP Sample
Logan woke up to a lot of shouting and talking downstairs, which wasn't really anything new to him. He always seemed to be woken by the annoying students whenever he had gotten the least amount of sleep that night. At first he attempted to roll over in bed and cover his head with a pillow to stifle out the noise. But the kids were much too loud and the least he could manage was to muffle them out. Groaning he rolled back over in bed and stared up at the ceiling, having memorized the cracks in it from all the time he had done this exact thing. When he felt he had woken up enough he sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He stood up and walked over to his dresser where he dug inside for any clothes he could get his hands on. What he had what he needed he walked into the bathroom leaving the door open as he did. He doubted anyone would walk in anyway; he jumped into the shower and took as little time as could showering off. Once he was done he stepped out and quickly dried himself on then slipped on his clothes. He walked to his bed and sat down pulling on his socks, then reached down and pulled on his shoes where he tied the laces.
Stretching Logan stood up and walked out of his room running his hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes. He was still tired and didn't pay much attention to where he was going; he just knew he needed coffee. When he reached the kitchen he picked up a mug, poured coffee in it, having passed through chattering kids at he did. He ignored whatever they were saying and really wanted to get some peace and quiet. Sipping on his drink he would his way through the mansion staring deeply into his drink. He didn't want to catch anyone's eyes and have to talk to them for an extended period of time.
Finally he was close to the back door and opened it up glad to step out of the house and into the cool morning air. He'd get some peace and quiet out her, or so he had thought. When he looked up, as he was about to take another drink, he froze. Mug hanging off his bottom lip as he stared at the scene in front of him. The back porch had been decked out with violent red and pink hearts and streamers. Kids were standing around a long table filled with pink and red dyed food and drinks. There was the sound of grinding love music coming from a stereo and there was even a few people dancing.
Logan didn't know what exactly to do, or what was going on, his brain wasn't quite putting the pieces together. This was his spot, normally, the place he went to relax and it had been invaded by some of the things he hated most in the world. He would have turned around and gone inside but he was sure it would be just as bad. His room wouldn't be much better and after that there weren't many options so instead he stood there, his arm still poised to take a drink, wondering what he could do to get away from this scene.
He stood up and walked over to his dresser where he dug inside for any clothes he could get his hands on. What he had what he needed he walked into the bathroom leaving the door open as he did. He doubted anyone would walk in anyway; he jumped into the shower and took as little time as could showering off. Once he was done he stepped out and quickly dried himself on then slipped on his clothes. He walked to his bed and sat down pulling on his socks, then reached down and pulled on his shoes where he tied the laces.
Stretching Logan stood up and walked out of his room running his hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes. He was still tired and didn't pay much attention to where he was going; he just knew he needed coffee. When he reached the kitchen he picked up a mug, poured coffee in it, having passed through chattering kids at he did. He ignored whatever they were saying and really wanted to get some peace and quiet. Sipping on his drink he would his way through the mansion staring deeply into his drink. He didn't want to catch anyone's eyes and have to talk to them for an extended period of time.
Finally he was close to the back door and opened it up glad to step out of the house and into the cool morning air. He'd get some peace and quiet out her, or so he had thought. When he looked up, as he was about to take another drink, he froze. Mug hanging off his bottom lip as he stared at the scene in front of him. The back porch had been decked out with violent red and pink hearts and streamers. Kids were standing around a long table filled with pink and red dyed food and drinks. There was the sound of grinding love music coming from a stereo and there was even a few people dancing.
Logan didn't know what exactly to do, or what was going on, his brain wasn't quite putting the pieces together. This was his spot, normally, the place he went to relax and it had been invaded by some of the things he hated most in the world. He would have turned around and gone inside but he was sure it would be just as bad. His room wouldn't be much better and after that there weren't many options so instead he stood there, his arm still poised to take a drink, wondering what he could do to get away from this scene.
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