[OoC] Fanged Brethren ~Under Construction~ [Closed]

[ninjamaos]

[Keylaleigh]

Can't wait to see the powers!

And one question: Will there be a limit on how many characters one can play? Because I personally love playing at least two at one time.

[Sly]

[Icewing]

It just came to me that I should probably be posting on this thread instead of just stalking it, considering I'm co-owner and all, yada yada yada XD

Sly- I'd be perfectly fine with you joining ^^ I just want to confirm it with Jammy once more. But, yeah, I think you're allowed to join ^^


Oh, and, just as a side note, I posted my character on the first page. Gay interior decorators for the win! XD

[ninjamaos]

[Keylaleigh]

Well, it's mostly because I saw a TON of male characters (one being my own) and felt like there should be at least one female. But I will wait until I am allowed to make her.

Yes, she is already being planned.

[Sly]

Yaaaayyyy!! Thank you for including me in this! I luffles you guys.~ And despite the abudance of males and vampires, I've another for you. I'm just better at writing males....I dunno why.

Username: Sly
Character Name: Trevor Cornell
Race: Vampire
Age: 146 (Looks ~20 years old.)
Faction: Fanged Brethren
Appearance: Trevor is an odd-looking, but not unattractive man. His full lips are almost always turned up in a dazed expression, that can usually be mistaken for a smile of sorts. He is lithe and fairly tall, but not scrawny, by any means. As a human, he had been slightly tan, it's safe to say that he is less-so now. He has steely-gray hair which he always wears tousled in no particular style, as if he's just rolled out of bed. (It's debatable whether or not this is his natural hair color, but he won't tell anyone one way or the other.) Afflicted with heterochromia, his left eye is a light-brown, almost amber, color while his right is blue-gray. However, his eyes are oftentimes covered by one of several ridiculous-looking pairs of sunglasses, so no one really notices them much. As if his appearance wasn't already odd enough, Trevor's style is constantly changing from day-to-day; he could be wearing a suit and tie one day, and a pair of cut-offs paired with a sweater-vest the next. (XD) He does usually opt for layers, though and rarely, if ever, wears a matching outfit. He also happens to be big on accessories.
Personality: In case you hadn't already noticed by the above description, Trevor is kind of an odd-ball. He usually walks about, perfectly unconcerned with the rest of the world (save for the times that he's convinced said world is plotting against him.) He mutters rather a lot (to himself, inanimate objects, animals, and Lord only knows what else.) When he's not being suspicious, he looks and acts rather dozy, and honestly, a bit high. (XD) He appears to be nothing more than a common “nutter,” but there's nothing common about him. When he's paying enough attention to the surrounding world to actually know what's going on, he's really very intelligent; in fact, he'll randomly burst out with a witty remark or bit of trivia when others are least expecting it, effectively keeping those who know him on their respective toes. Generally, Trevor is odd, but calm and unconcerned; however, he has a streak of loyalty that he just can't ignore and a very strong will to survive. Whoever is unfortunate enough to test either of these qualities (in any way) probably won't live to regret their decision. Trevor will kill if he must (for food, or in defense of himself or his friends) as for food though, he much prefers to suck on the willing (no pun intended.)
Specialty: *I'll obviously be waiting to fill this bit in. ^^; *
Biography: Trevor was born just outside of London, England in the year 1865. He grew up fairly poor, and ostracized from most of his peers due in large part to his rather...unique...personality. His parent's had thought about locking him away in an asylum of some kind, but in the end his mother just couldn't bring herself to do it. So, the family hid Trevor away in their house and were basically shunned and ignored by the rest of English society of the day. Trevor's father died suddenly when he was a boy of no more than 10. Stricken, it was then that Trevor learned how to ignore the world fully and sink into his own thoughts. Trevor lived happily enough (or as happily as could be expected) in the home with his mother and younger sister for several years. That is, until the outbreak of the fifth cholera epidemic in 1885 took his remaining family, and nearly his own life, away from him in just two days. Left alone in the world, and on the verge of death, Trevor begged in vain, to no one in particular, for his life to be spared. As he lay in his bed, dehydrated, filthy, and delirious however, it seemed that no one had heard him; at least no one who could or would be willing to help him escape his plight. With this despairing knowledge, Trevor faded from this world, only to awake sometime later in a strange house, with a strange woman; confused and very, very...thirsty. Now, Trevor just sort of wanders from place-to-place, never staying anywhere in particular for too long. It is only by happy accident that he has recently (like within the past year) found himself in-cahoots with the Fanged Brethren.
Least Favorite Food: Virgins. ( ;P) And, for some reason, tomatoes. (xD)
Biggest Pet Peeve: Trevor doesn't like his ramblings or inner conversations to be disturbed. He gets quite cross when his psychosis is interupted. (XD)
Personality Quirks: Come on, what “quirks” doesn't this man have? He has so many tawdry quirks he could be a tawdry quirk shop. *Shot. * Seriously though, Trevor is a walking “quirk.” Take any part of his personality or appearance and pick it apart as you please; it's what he's there for (well that, and to amuse me.) My favorite thing about him though, is that he loves tea, and subsequently wears a tea-strainer on a chain around his neck...filled with tea leaves.

Well, there's Trevor for you. I'm sorry for the length of this profile though, really. If you want I'll edit it to make it shorter/better; it's late, and I got a bit carried away. *Meep. *

[Malverne]

So, we've got an Englishman, a Scot, a German, and a Frenchman. Cool.

[Sly]

[Keylaleigh]

GOODNESS, now we REALLY need a girl. Too much testosterone in this roleplay.

[Malverne]

If vampires are frozen, and y'know, no heartbeats, can they REALLY have hormones?

[Sly]

I'm sorry for adding to the non-existant testosterone!! *Flails.*

[Malverne]

I sort of thought of a possibly hilarious NPC...a crazy old cat lady who lives in the building, and is quite scared of vampires, but can't identify them by sight because she thinks they all look like Dracula. So she just shoots a shotgun at whoever knocks on/stands in front of/passes by her front door.

Can I continue thinking her up? Pleeeeeeease? And she'd be an NPC, so anyone could use her. I can just hear it.

"You get away from Mr. Tubbles you filthy vampire!" *blam*

[Keylaleigh]

Soo... when are we gonna start this thing up?

[Malverne]

Hello? Ice? Jammy? Anybody?