Kimblee Adler

[kimblee]

001. NAME• Kimblee Adler
002. NICKNAME• Kim, #14258
003. REAL AGE• 707
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 21
005. BIRTHDATE• November 14 1302
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Stoke-on-Trent, England
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Any thing that has blood, will take blood from blood banks

001. YOUR FACE• Hayden Christensen
002. HAIR• Short and shaggy medium brown color to a dark brown sometimes spiked
003. EYES• dark brown with a hint of green
004. HIEGHT• 6 foot 4 inches
005. WEIGHT• 185lb
006. BODY MODS• Bar code tattoo on the back of his neck, small needle scars on his arms, stabbing scar on his back. Scares in his hair from testing.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Wears tank tops, mostly with a straight jacket over it with loose jeans. The straps of the straight jacket have been cut. Occasionally wears tight fitting pants or leather. Doesn’t like to wear shoes but if he has to he'll wear sneakers.

001. LIKES•
Knives...the really bug ones like butcher knives.
Pasta
Blood
Cute nurses
The sound of people screaming
Voodoo dolls
Running around like a mad man
Explosions
002. DISLIKES•
Loud noises
People yelling at him
Straight jackets.....even though he wears one...
Guns....they are to quick
Girly girls.....Like OMG there’s like a spider on the wall...like eww someone kill it...
Doctors
Cats
003. FEARS•
Thunder
Sunlight
Fire
Mice
Those weirdo Vimpire hunters
004. STRENGTHS•
Can tune out anyone and anything.....except thunder and other loud noises
Speed
Can escape from any straight jacket
Can make people laugh by the way he acts sometimes.
Has a lot of stamina
005. WEAKNESSES•
Fruit
Short attention span...<.<......O.o.....>.>
Cute nurses
Bugs
Hot guys
006. ODDITIES•
Has been in almost every insane asylum in the world
Carries around a voodoo doll he made himself of himself
Spazzes often
Likes to lick things
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Respect the Coconuts or they will eat your babies.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Kimblee on a good day is the person in the crowd that acts weird and will make you laugh. On the bad days he will kill what ever gets in his way. Most of his life he has lived in a psychiatric hospital. Kimblee hears voices almost all the time that only he can hear. His attention span is short he may be looking at someone else but he is still listening to you. He doesn’t like doctors and says they are plotting to take him to a room and eat him, so any attempted to get him in a hospital while he is awake is almost impossible...but if you bribe him with fruit he will go. Kimblee can sit in silence for hours on end, and not be noticed by anyone, unless he spazzes and falls over. On occasion he will act like an animal but only for a few moments.

Blood will drive Kimblee crazy and if it’s a bad day the smell of blood can cause him to go on a rampage, and after this has happened he doesn’t remember much. He can be a good friend after you get to know him. If you strike his fancy he will fallow you like a lost puppy until you notice and/or acknowledge him.

001. PARENT ONE• Gregory Adler, farmer (dead)
002. PARENT TWO• Unknown
003. SIBLINGS• N/A
004. PETS• N/A
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

As a child his family ignored him most of the time and after he reached the age of 13 he was disowned and thrown out of the house. He lived in the woods mostly and survived on whatever he could find. As he grew he slowly moved back into society at the age of 16, and lived with a family who cared for him and let him sleep in the barn with the animals. He got a job as a bartender at a local tavern when he was 21. One night he was seduced by a woman and wound up bitten and a vampire. For the first few ears he was confused as to what happened and almost died because he had walked out into the daylight. He finally met an elderly vampire who helped him understand what he had become and help Kimblee with his abilities and to control his blood lust.

Throughout the years he has been edmitted into psycho wards and hospitals throughout the world mostly in the western region of the world. Some he lived well and was treated and cared for with little problems and few casualties. But others he was treated like an animal, and was tested on by the doctors trying to figure out what was wrong with him. In those hospitals lots of people dies by his hands. The need for human blood caused him to kill most of his inmate in the hospitals and he was then put in isolation. He finally made a friend with a nurse that would bring him blood so he wouldn't starve to death. He has escaped out of the many hospitals and wards he has been in. Now he looks for new psycho wards just so he can see if he can escape them. To him it’s a challenge.

Yo', my name is Kennith, and I've been the walking dead for 18 years, and I've been grave robbing for a few months years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of My friend and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Nothing that comes to mind.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

[NOT THIS CHARACTER]
Arvid sighed as he walked over to Mattiga laying on the bed. "Why did you leave the hospital?" He asked knowing he wouldn't get an answer back from the unconscious boy. He loosened the laces on the boy's shoes and pulled them off setting them on the floor next to the bed. "You are burning up boy. You should have stayed in the hospital. They know what they are doing. But..they have no since of decor..." He smiled. 'Why do I always talk the most when people can't really hear me?'

Arvid pulled out the moose skin pouch out of his pocket and sat it down on the night table next to the be, next to the light which he turned on. He walked into the bathroom and got a wash cloth and soaked it in cold water and brung it to Mattiga and sat it on his forehead.

He grabbed the gaus bandage and ripped it open with ease. Arvid took the pouch and opened it and got the vile of reddish-black liquid gel. He sat it on the table and walked into the bathroom again and got a small cup. He ran the hot water till it was almost scolding hot. He filled the cup up and grabbed another wash cloth then walked back into the bed room.

He dipped the wash cloth he had in hand into the cup and dabbed it around the hole in Mattiga's chest to wash away the new blood that had splattered from it. 'Oh...this isn't good...The little bit of flesh that is around the hole is dead and its also a bit infected. Along with the little bit of poison that is still lingering in there.' Arvid looked at Mattiga with sad eyes. "I hope you don't feel this, and if you do, Don't freak out."

Arvid reached into his other pocket and pulled out a large pocket knife and opened it with a loud click. The blade was made out of black stainless steel and etched into it was a wolf running through snow. He pinched a piece of dead skin and pulled it tight then cut it close to the living skin. He cut all the dead skin off of the hole then washed it with the hot water again.

After he cleaned the hole with the water he opened the vile of liquid gel. A pungent smell slowly filled the room. Arvid poured a little bit on his finger and then rubbed it around and in the wound. He watched for any sign of consciousnesses from Mattiga. As the gel sat on Mattiga's skin it started to thicken and made like a large scab.

"That should help allot. Now for you to rest." Arvid pulled out some gaws and bandage tape and re-bandaged Mattiga's chest. He looked at Mattiga's bottom lip and saw the blood, he wiped it away with his finger. He sniffed it then licked it off. He growled in his throat as the beast festered. He calmed himself then sat on the floor by the bed. Arvid stared at the floor then slowly fell into a light sleep.