Post by schmuzz on Jun 26, 2015 23:03:34 GMT -6
Name: Bean Neverwinter
Race: Vampire
Weapons: Dual-wielded Daggers
Age: 224
Gender: M
Kingdom: Xamoa's kingdom
Description: Bean is a tall, chipper fellow standing at 6 feet 7 inches, making him stand out in most crowds. He's lean and pale, his short blonde hair covering his thin forehead. His body is frail and bony, his skin easily pierced by a wayward dagger or arrow-yet his agile movements and thin physique make such an attack hard to land. His visage is long and thin, cheekbones standing out prominently along his jaw. Bean usually wears dark clothing, a long overcoat most of the time, accompanied by tight-fitting black leggings. He also wears a red emblem in the shape of a sun around his throat, complimenting his blood-red irises. Tall, dark, and handsome.
Personality: Bean acts in a way that almost betrays the evil boiling inside his very soul. He will read an orphan a bedtime story, or feed a fawn some seed. Yet, these actions usually come with a cost. Perhaps the seed was poisoned, so Bean could sell its hide, or maybe the orphan looked succulent and delicious. Bean can't ever pass up the chance of a good meal, making him vulnerable in combat as he feasts upon a foe, and can at times be too helpful, forgetting the task at hand just to help a passerby, or assist those in need, for his good or (rarely) theirs. Either way, while Bean could be counted on to act in a friendly manner, waving to the neighbors or singing jovially in a bar, only those close to him know the hatred burning within.
History: Once upon a time, there was a small cottage past the shops and just around the bend from the inn. This dwelling was home to the Neverwinter family, a group of three: A loving husband, a caring wife, and an adorable child. They were happy with their lives, the father a stone mason, the mother an alchemist. Since both of them had full-time careers, they had to leave their child unattended most days. On one of these days, the child was visited by a mysterious stranger, who attacked the child. The man lunged for the child's neck, and began draining his blood. Yet, the man was too late, as the father walked in just as this crime of nature happened before him. The father took his chisel and plunged it into the vampire's back, wounding him, which lead the vampire to flee. As the child was examined, he was discovered perfectly okay, minus a paling of the skin and a small bite mark on his neck. The parents were relived to find their child well, and decided to sleep the whole night off.
Minus the child.
The child couldn't sleep, for he had no need to. He only had the urge...the urge to feed.
The next morning, the father woke to his son serving him a meal in bed, a cut of fine meat on a small, round plate. It was garnished with parsley, and seasoned with various spices. The father began to eat the meal, finding it quite succulent and chewy. The father asked his son where he bought, nor, found such a delicious cut of meat. The son simply smiled.
"I got it from mother, father. She always was the thicker one."
A week later, both parents had gone missing, leaving Bean Neverwinter in care with his uncle and aunt. Until they went missing as well. He was then put up for adoption, for he had no other living relatives: Yet his caretaker soon vanished as well. Bean was never found, after the orphanage, leaving him missing for many years, wandering, waiting...until the fight began. He couldn't pass up a chance for free food now, could he?
Race: Vampire
Weapons: Dual-wielded Daggers
Age: 224
Gender: M
Kingdom: Xamoa's kingdom
Description: Bean is a tall, chipper fellow standing at 6 feet 7 inches, making him stand out in most crowds. He's lean and pale, his short blonde hair covering his thin forehead. His body is frail and bony, his skin easily pierced by a wayward dagger or arrow-yet his agile movements and thin physique make such an attack hard to land. His visage is long and thin, cheekbones standing out prominently along his jaw. Bean usually wears dark clothing, a long overcoat most of the time, accompanied by tight-fitting black leggings. He also wears a red emblem in the shape of a sun around his throat, complimenting his blood-red irises. Tall, dark, and handsome.
Personality: Bean acts in a way that almost betrays the evil boiling inside his very soul. He will read an orphan a bedtime story, or feed a fawn some seed. Yet, these actions usually come with a cost. Perhaps the seed was poisoned, so Bean could sell its hide, or maybe the orphan looked succulent and delicious. Bean can't ever pass up the chance of a good meal, making him vulnerable in combat as he feasts upon a foe, and can at times be too helpful, forgetting the task at hand just to help a passerby, or assist those in need, for his good or (rarely) theirs. Either way, while Bean could be counted on to act in a friendly manner, waving to the neighbors or singing jovially in a bar, only those close to him know the hatred burning within.
History: Once upon a time, there was a small cottage past the shops and just around the bend from the inn. This dwelling was home to the Neverwinter family, a group of three: A loving husband, a caring wife, and an adorable child. They were happy with their lives, the father a stone mason, the mother an alchemist. Since both of them had full-time careers, they had to leave their child unattended most days. On one of these days, the child was visited by a mysterious stranger, who attacked the child. The man lunged for the child's neck, and began draining his blood. Yet, the man was too late, as the father walked in just as this crime of nature happened before him. The father took his chisel and plunged it into the vampire's back, wounding him, which lead the vampire to flee. As the child was examined, he was discovered perfectly okay, minus a paling of the skin and a small bite mark on his neck. The parents were relived to find their child well, and decided to sleep the whole night off.
Minus the child.
The child couldn't sleep, for he had no need to. He only had the urge...the urge to feed.
The next morning, the father woke to his son serving him a meal in bed, a cut of fine meat on a small, round plate. It was garnished with parsley, and seasoned with various spices. The father began to eat the meal, finding it quite succulent and chewy. The father asked his son where he bought, nor, found such a delicious cut of meat. The son simply smiled.
"I got it from mother, father. She always was the thicker one."
A week later, both parents had gone missing, leaving Bean Neverwinter in care with his uncle and aunt. Until they went missing as well. He was then put up for adoption, for he had no other living relatives: Yet his caretaker soon vanished as well. Bean was never found, after the orphanage, leaving him missing for many years, wandering, waiting...until the fight began. He couldn't pass up a chance for free food now, could he?
