Post by Rosier Moore on Sept 26, 2012 20:08:13 GMT -5
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*Name: Rosier Moore
*Age: 23
*Gender: Male
*Race: Vampire
Location: Traveler
Guild: N/A
*Class(es): Assassin
*Appearance: A red haired male with black eyes, with a red center. Often has a laid-back appearance, but he keeps himself looking clean and tidy. Rosier is rather tall, a bit more than 6"2. He enjoys wearing classy outfits, and especially loves his outfit that rather resembles a bartender uniform. On his neck is a tattoo, a line of black with thorns sticking out. He has a rather rough, jagged scar running on his back, from his shoulder to his lower back.
*About: Rosier has no care for life, for the most part. He takes what he wants, kills whom he wants, and doesn't give two shits. Though he hardly covers his tracks, which makes him move quite a lot. Has a few soft spots in his heart, and does abide by a code he has created, but if he feels it better for him he will disregard the code. His killing is either for fun, or to feed. If he helps you out, expect that he wants payment. Rosier is a defined fellow, who surprisingly seems to have a personality outside of his cold killer self. For instance, he likes birds, and fine cuisine. Clothing is a passion of his. He finds in fun to toy with emotions, playing with them constantly. One of his favourite pastimes is sitting down for tea.
*Weaknesses/Fears: He finds it difficult to use weapons, or magic. Unaware that he is supposed to see better, his eyesight is not the greatest, he can make out defined shapes. It is just blurry. He is afraid of vampires, as odd as that is. And in general, he has average strength.
Weapons/Magic: He uses his strength and teeth to kill. No magic.
History: He was born human. In a distant land, loved by two average parents. They lived on a farm, providing crops to the nearby towns. It was a lovely life, Rosier would help out as much as a five year old could. It wasn't much, but it was helpful. His parents were unaware their son could not see properly. He could see shapes, but he could not do some things. Read and write. Tell the difference between two close shades of the same colours.
Sadly, bad people raided the village closest to them, and took the farm with it. But not without a fight. Rosier hid under his bed, the house in flames, as he heard his parents fighting outside. But soon the fighting drew indoors, and he could see his father fighting off the men. A quick stab and his father was gone. Rosier screamed out and jumped out from under the bed, to see a man sucking the blood out of his fathers wrist. A vampire. Frozen with fear Rosier only stood and watched in horror as the men laughed.
He tried to run, but got a slice to his back. Another scream and he fell. The vampires loomed over him, and one took a bite out of his wrist. Another yell. It was too much for the young boy. After hearing someone call his name, he blacked out.
He awoke in the nearby village. The part that was liveable, at least. All bandaged up, in pain. A man walked in, one that his father used to trade food to. A healer, he had called himself. The healer told the five year old as gently as he could that his parents were in a better place, and that his home wasn't there anymore. The boy could hardly believe it- he was so young, after all.
The man, not wanting the boy to come to harm in the town, hid Rosier's bite mark. The healer knew that he would either die, stay human, or become one of them.
Rosier healed better than a normal boy the next few weeks. The cut on his back was ridden with pain, and was now only starting to close up. The bite mark was closed, but a scar was there. He kept it hidden with long sleeves and arm braces.
He could not stay in the town, though. No one could afford it, even if they wanted to help. No one really did. They knew he had been bitten. They were scared of him, and looked down at him. Treated him horribly.
Despite that, the healer felt especially bad, and tried to keep care of the boy anyways. Rosier agreed. At first. But then came a night when Rosier woke up, shivering with sweat. He gripped the sheets so tightly. He was so thirsty. He had a horrible headache. He found himself at the healers bed. He was sleeping, neck turned towards Rosier. He went in. Stopped. He was one of them.
But why go after the only man that liked him in this town? He backed away slowly, before heading out the door. Into another household. One filled with hate for the boy. And he had a feast.
He was gone once he fed. He couldn't bare facing the town. His only friend, the healer. He went from cabin to cabin, homes he found in the woods with a lot of distance, as a wandering lonely child. And he was. But after a few nights, he would have to feed. Soon he got good enough to stay in the woods during the nights and stalk his prey.
By the time he was twelve he wished to begin living like real people again. Not in the forests. He was becoming a beast. So he used the coins he had gathered over the years to buy a run down hut of a house inside towns, and cities. Moving from time to time. Killing and feasting. Stealing from the dead that lay before him. But whenever he ran into another vampire, he would run, or avoid them. He was scared to death of them.
Up until his age now he stayed in that country. Moving from place to place. Stealing from the dead- both their possessions and their blood. But he never covered his tracks while killing; people were starting to recognize his face as familiar. First thing he could he left. On a boat, sailing to wherever they could take him. He promised himself that he would stay in each place as long as possible; and not to get caught. Ever.
It just so happens that boat led right to Avaleur. A place in which Rosier would soon realize, he was the least of their problems. In fact, hardly a problem at all to them.
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