Post by Killian Jones on Feb 18, 2009 1:48:58 GMT -5
[/font], About you *
Alias: Braeden.
Age: 19.
Experience: 3 years.
Other characters: None.
How can we contact you? Email: brae.cole@gmail.com
.Killian Jones.
, The character *[/size][/center]
Canon or non canon? Non canon.
Character full name: Killian Jones.
Age: Human: 23 years. Vampire: 108. Actual age: 131 years.
Nickname(s): Killy.
Alliance: Vampire.
Sexual preference: Straight.
Likes: Snowboarding, running, red, girls, young male blood, hot showers, rock music, samurai movies, cats, snow, cathedrals, reading, writing, walking aimlessly around London.
Dislikes: Little kids, green, grading homework, falling, traffic, pictures, mirrors.
Strengths: Sight, reflexes, muscle strength.
Weaknesses: Sunlight allergy, sharp objects.
General personality: Killy prefers to be alone. Usually stuck as the outcast, Killian spends much of his time running long distances to shake off the day, or going north to the slopes to snowboard. It’s the look of Gothicism that puts everyone out of place with him, not wanting to talk to him or acknowledge his presence. And that was the way he liked it best. He really doesn’t think he’s all that funny, but his grin never seemed to fade. His easy smile is infectious, giving everyone else cause to do so, until they find out the malice and sharp tongue behind his teeth that express how quick his wit can be; there are times when he is too blunt for pleasure. He has no social disorders or erratic mood swings of any sort. Even though he doesn’t really have friends, moreover acquaintances, he’ll go sit in a coffee shop just to be in the atmosphere. It also seems to be the best place to catch his breakfast.
, Appearance *
[/size][/center]Face claim: Jared Leto.
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Hair color: Black.
Eye color: Blue.
Height: Five feet, nine inches.
General appearance: Killian is tall and slim with a flat torso and softly chiseled abs. His legs are strong and muscular, being a runner and avid snowboarder. He keeps his arms toned and sturdy to balance out his athletic physique. His hair is long, but not quite shoulder length, and is kept straight. It is dyed black, sometimes with red tips if he feels ambitious. Haunting and beautiful, his soft blue eyes pierce everything they stare at. They have a round shape, complimenting the rest of his facial features. They appear as a true blue, reflecting the color of the waters he lives on. He can make someone feel uncomfortable with his tendency to not blink for long periods of time. His nose looks to have been broken at least once, which it had in a snowboarding accident. His lips are perfectly pink and smooth, not cracked or peeling. Depending on the day, he likes to keep his jaw clean shaven and smooth. But if he just isn’t up to it, or he feels like looking dashing, he lets the hair grow into a wonderful scruff. He has no piercings or anything else to hide.
, History *
[/size][/center]Parents: His parents were Everett and Clara.
Siblings: Killian had two younger brothers: Ehren and Mika.
Children: None. Vampires do not reproduce.
History: Killian was born in Edmunton, Alberta, Canada. Even though it was a rather large city, his family had no trouble settling in. Killian grew up on the tenth floor of a dumpy apartment complex, located in a renovated building that had been abandoned some time before. He always said it was like living in a tin can, but his mother, Clara, did a fine job fixing it up and making it look like home.
When Killian was about seven-years-old, his mother gave birth to twins. One was born with a mental retardation and the other was perfectly healthy. The doctors had no idea how it happened, but Ehren was lucky. Since this occurrence, Killian helped his mother around the house when he could so that she could focus on caring for the twins, and eventually just Mika. The doctors said that he would have the mental capacity of a ten-year-old for the rest of his life. It was a sad truth that his parents had to accept. He is his mother’s pride and joy, even now that he is eleven.
Throughout middle school and high school, he kept good grades and stayed active in a few sports here and there. He joined the basketball team and snowboarding league in high school, leading them into two Regional Championships and three Province Championships respectively. He didn’t have many friends outside his teammates, and even fewer girlfriends. Killian didn’t look all that scary, just someone not to be reckoned with. Only two girls entered and left his private life, finding both of them too demanding on his time. High school was also the time he found out he was color blind to green and red.
He had grown since this discovery, graduated college with a good-for-nothing teaching degree under his belt and two cents in his pocket. Killian moved to New York to find new peace with his disquieted soul. It was only two years before that he was bitten and turned by a college mate of his. He swore afterward to only kill what he needed and purchase blood from the hospital as a personal favor. He wasn’t ashamed of himself, he just hated having to kill for the satisfaction of his thirst. In New York, there were hundreds of thousands of people…one or two homeless would go unnoticed, surely. It was here when he met his next love, but it came to a tragic end. Being a vampire herself, she was caught on the job, and killed instantly by her coworkers that swore to protect her secret.
This event turned Killian cold and uncaring for the world. Broken hearted, he left for London in search of something new, some 50 years after her death. What he didn’t expect was that London was no different than New York, housing many more creatures than what he could have imagined. He was careful to keep to himself and to also not be bothered by whatever species were there. Killian recognized his own kind and slowly learned how to recognize the others. There was no escape from the things he stumbled upon.
Roleplay sample: This is from a different RPG where he had schizophrenia.
He could see the sunlight peaking over the horizon. The sun was rising slowly, bringing light to the world. Killian sat on the roof of his house chewing the ring on the left side of his lip. His white t-shirt hugged his slim body in the chilly morning of March. He could see his breath. The hair on his arms and legs were perfectly flat against his body, no goose bumps in sight. He loved these simple moments. The sunrise made him feel better about his life. It was also the one time that his brain was quiet. He never had a hallucination while on his roof. All was calm and still around him, not a noise broke the silence. He waited for the sun to rise completely before rising to his feet and walking to the side of the house where his ladder stood, waiting for him. Killian stepped down and hopped back through the window to his bedroom. He dressed in a tight pair of jeans and kept the white shirt he had on. He brushed his hair forward and swept it off to the left. He stuffed his keys in his pocket and went through the living room and out the front door.
He drove to school and went to his first class, skipping the cafeteria where his “friends” would be. He sat in his seat and pulled out his notebook, ignoring other kids that began to filter in. What are you doing? the voice said. He stopped mid-sentence. You’re pathetic. It took this to make Killian realize he forgot to take his pill. Why do you write about such nonsense. You don’t even belong here. No one wants you here. “Shut up,” he muttered under his breath. Killian began chewing his nails, a habit he had hoped to break. “Killy?” He looked up at his teacher. She smiled softly. “Here’s the week’s work you wanted.” She set a folder on his desk and patted his arm, wincing at the chill she felt go down her spine. He nodded and smiled meekly, turning back to his notebook.
On the page was a series of scribbles and bad words that making him sigh. He hated this; a curse in his brain. He was going to shoot himself one day. That would solve everything, he knew. You’re such an idiot. His pen began to tap on his notebook while he chewed his fingernails. Go on then; do it. Cause a scene. Everyone knows you for what you are. You’re a moron. “Shut up!” he said louder, slamming his fist on his desk. The few students that were in there stared. His cheeks turned bright pink. This day was going to be harder than he thought.
Other: His vice for choice of feeding is young males, preferably between the ages of 15 and 20.
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