Post by xephion on Mar 19, 2011 16:50:38 GMT -5
Character Name: Alexander Angelis
Age: 4,000 years old
History (just a paragraph about your character): Alexander was an Athenian Navel commander who had just returned home from being at war for several years. Once he returned home. That night when he actually showed himself to his wife he suddenly found himself feeling extremely ill and was put into bed. Later that night his wife woke him with medicine though when he finally managed to open his eyes to see her she stabbed him through the heart with his own sword, and as he lay dying there he watched his brother walk into the room and embrace his wife and then both of them laughed while he slowly died though their laughter was short lived.
Alexander or Xander as he prefers to be called made a deal with the bitch devil as he calls Artemis for his one act of vengeance in exchange for eternal servitude. He got his revenge alright and the image of their hanging corpses are still fresh in his mind.
Physical Description:
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 200lbs.
Eye color: storm cloud Grey
Hair color: Black mixed with several single blond strands.
Breed: Dark hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long):
Xander sighed in obvious irritation as he closed his laptop once he was done talking to an informant of his that told him when a group of Inkblots were on the move. Sometimes being stationed in Arizona wasn't too bad. Because of the heat there was rarely any cause for Daimon activity, but for some reason the last week or so several groups of Daimons had been showing up out of the blue. He had yet to figure out what it was that they were looking for, but he was sure as hell going to figure it out.
Taking his cell phone from its place on his nightstand he flipped the device open and dialed one of three numbers that he had on his phone. The dialing continued on for a minute before he heard Ash's voice mail. Rolling his eyes he waited for the message tone. "Hey Ash. I've got a problem down here in daimon free central." he said as he looked at one of his nails to see if they needed to be trimmed. "From what my informant is telling there more and more daimons are showing up around here. I was just wondering if you could use your oh so good information network to tell me what or who it is these fuckers are looking for."
Xander hit the end button after that message and placed his phone back on his nightstand before he walked into his closet to get his gear on and get ready for the the ass kicking that those soul sucking S.O.B's were going to receiving tonight. Courtesy of Xander's steel toed combat boots.
Age: 4,000 years old
History (just a paragraph about your character): Alexander was an Athenian Navel commander who had just returned home from being at war for several years. Once he returned home. That night when he actually showed himself to his wife he suddenly found himself feeling extremely ill and was put into bed. Later that night his wife woke him with medicine though when he finally managed to open his eyes to see her she stabbed him through the heart with his own sword, and as he lay dying there he watched his brother walk into the room and embrace his wife and then both of them laughed while he slowly died though their laughter was short lived.
Alexander or Xander as he prefers to be called made a deal with the bitch devil as he calls Artemis for his one act of vengeance in exchange for eternal servitude. He got his revenge alright and the image of their hanging corpses are still fresh in his mind.
Physical Description:
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 200lbs.
Eye color: storm cloud Grey
Hair color: Black mixed with several single blond strands.
Breed: Dark hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long):
Xander sighed in obvious irritation as he closed his laptop once he was done talking to an informant of his that told him when a group of Inkblots were on the move. Sometimes being stationed in Arizona wasn't too bad. Because of the heat there was rarely any cause for Daimon activity, but for some reason the last week or so several groups of Daimons had been showing up out of the blue. He had yet to figure out what it was that they were looking for, but he was sure as hell going to figure it out.
Taking his cell phone from its place on his nightstand he flipped the device open and dialed one of three numbers that he had on his phone. The dialing continued on for a minute before he heard Ash's voice mail. Rolling his eyes he waited for the message tone. "Hey Ash. I've got a problem down here in daimon free central." he said as he looked at one of his nails to see if they needed to be trimmed. "From what my informant is telling there more and more daimons are showing up around here. I was just wondering if you could use your oh so good information network to tell me what or who it is these fuckers are looking for."
Xander hit the end button after that message and placed his phone back on his nightstand before he walked into his closet to get his gear on and get ready for the the ass kicking that those soul sucking S.O.B's were going to receiving tonight. Courtesy of Xander's steel toed combat boots.