Liam Erebus

[liam]

001. NAME• Liam Erebus
002. NICKNAME• N/A
003. REAL AGE• 625
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 18
005. BIRTHDATE• November 18, 1384
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• England
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Humans as mush as possible, when not available Liam robs blood banks. Only rarely will he drink animal blood.

001. YOUR FACE• Chris Dakota
002. HAIR• Liam is one to go above and beyond the extreme as far as hair styling goes. On occasion he'll go for the japanese look with light colored hair with a few streaks of black running through the bangs. His hair wiould be cut to frame his face and make him look very asian. On other occasions he'll go for the scene look and have his bangs cut to frame his face or fall evenly over his eyes while the back is left long and spiked in all directions or leaning towards one side. Occasionally he'll add white tips to his black hair but mostly his hair stays jet, raven, black all around while in scene style.
003. EYES• Liam's eyes are usually hard to tell what color they are because he's constantly changing the makeup around them. So lets just go with his eyes are clear colored and they change color depending on what color and fashion makeup he has on on any given day.
004. HIEGHT• 6ft
005. WEIGHT• 120Lb's
006. BODY MODS• his true feature is his hair, however he also has snake bite piercings on his lower lip.
007. FASHION/STYLE•
Liam is most commonly defined as a Scene kid. He loves the wild hair and the amazing clothes but, he also likes the classy look of the past. He mixes and matches past and present to get his amazing look.

For the most part he sticks to greys, blacks, blues and whites as his color palat for his clothes but every now an again he'll wear a sickeningly colorful outfit just to show that he can. He's one to wear skinny pants and loose tops and to style his hair to the extreme and not really to wear many accessories. he loves wearing layers and on some days he'll have up to 10 layers of clothes.

He also often has outrageousely perfect eye makeup on to give his eyes some color, otherwise they would be a clear-ish color. He hates regular shoes and often is seen wearing pointed toe boots or dress shoues with some sort of decorative designe etched in.

001. LIKES•
- The forest at night
- Storms at night
- Old castles
- New style clothes with a slight hint of the past era
- Being a loner yet still haveing company
- Being an individual and steering away from stereo types
- Ribbons, the black or white one only though, though not black and white together
- Autumn
002. DISLIKES•
- Cheerleaders
- Sunlight
- Uniforms of any kind
- Baggy clothes of any kind
- Spring
- Humidity
- Being stereo typed
003. FEARS•
- The sun
- Water
- Priests
- Vampyre Hunters
- Cats
004. STRENGTHS•
- Speed
- Agility
- Pin Point accuracy with knives
- Instincts are slightly enhanced
- Has a smile that gets him what he wants
005. WEAKNESSES•
- Can't swim
- Has a habit of making people angry
- Is too quiet, you'll rarely hear him speak
- For the most part un-educated but not illiterate
- Is Lazy
- Also if there is a ton of blood shed around him he has a hard time controlling himself, if said blood splatters on him. He looses all self controle and goes of a feeding spree.
006. ODDITIES•
- Is slightly feminin
- Doesn't get humor
- Sometimes acts child-ish
- Has a soft spot for children, as in he'll protect them to his death
- Loves cameras but his picture never shows up in them
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual, though he favors guys he'll just as willingly date a lady if she catches his fancy.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Children are the futer of all races. If they are hurt or killed then all will cease to exist. Protect the children at all costs or the future will cease to exist and all that we have worked for will perish into a black abyss.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•

Liam is an old vampyre that has seen it all and done it all. He's a rule breaker and an indeviualist. he hates conforming to the norm and has a great problem with authority. He's the vampyre that would go around biting humans in a public place if the elders older than him let him get out of hand.

However on the other side he's a loner. He doesn't have any family seeing as he was the last of his family to be born and then he was turned into a vampyre. He spends most of his daytime hours hiding out in abandonded castles or underground in the tunnels and cavers where all others don't dare to enter. He likes it down where it's dark and slightly damp and he has made many of these caverns his home.

Durning the night hours he rises above ground and hangs with people his age in appearance and actually his age. He's a fun guy to be around but he's also a hassel because he's always trying to break the rules and sometimes gets carried away if hunting for his next victem. When he's not clowning around he's socializing with others of his kind and he's actually well behaved. he has a mild temperment and can get long with most anyone yet he's more the type to get aquainted, hang around for a buit, then wander off by himself.

However he has a real soft spot for children. If there's a child turned vamp he'll care for it untill he finds it a caretaker. If there is a child in danger he'll protect it no matter what the consequesnces.

001. PARENT ONE• N/A
002. PARENT TWO• N/A
003. SIBLINGS•N/A
004. PETS• N/A
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

EDITED!!! (cuz like the other history was total craphappiness)

Liam comes from a lowly peasant family from the 1300's. His father worked with metals and wood carving and working creating furnature and weapons for the more nobel families but never getting paid as well as he should. His mother stayed home and cared for the children. There were two other boys and a girl. The girl died by the gae of two and the boys, who were twins, tied shortly after Liam was born from a run away cart.

When Liam was born his mother was very protective of him and kept him close. Reasonable because he was a sickly child. However when he turned two, his mother passed of an unknown disease and his father was left to take Liam to the shop with him during the daylight hours.

Around Liams third birthday His father sent him down across town to get some food for lunch. While away Liam's father was killed by an ancient vampyre even for those times. Apon returning Liam couldn't find his father. Only a man dressed in dark yet noble robes who took Liam to his estate to live.

Liam grew up there with the man, whose name was Draconis. He lived as a noble servant yet in the estate he was trated as a son. Here he was cared for and helped when he fell ill, which seemed to happen often. Rarely did he venture out from the estate because he had no strenght to do so. However that didn't mean he was taken lightly when he did. With being indoors often he lerned to read and to argue whue often. He developed a temper and a biased opinion on how noble people should act.

At age 17 he feel gravely ill and was on his deathbed when his Master came in. Liam's was too ill to take notice he only felt the sharp pain and agony thereafter when his Master bit him. He stayed in agony for three days as his body was transformed. Once he was re-born his Master banished him from the estate and told him to never return.

Liam ran for his life and learned quickly the ways of the vampyres as he found himself at the elder's mercy quite often. With his new freedom of the outside world he becam quite the troublemaker. Never causing too much trouble for the vampyre community, just enough to keep them on their toes. The one thing he never outgrew with age though is his thirst for blood. He can't resist it if there is a slaughter near him and especially can't resist attacking if blood happens to fall upon his face.

Yo', my name is AIDEN, and I've been the walking dead for 17 years, and I've been grave robbing for 3-5 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of hollow-art and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Lifes short? Really? Hmm.....interesting....
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

NOT FROM THIS CHARACTER
Germany, the place to go to relax, go to a pub, drink a tankard of good beer, sing jovially, and best of all, just be loud. This land is filled with cities, some with a pub on every street corner, some more sophisticated. This land also has a tragic past still remembered by those who are born here.

In a town located on the edge of a great forest a celebration is to take place within a few weeks. The great harvest moon is rising then and many people are ready to celebrate. The crops are all doing well and the farmers are all getting their best ready for the grand feast. People scurry about the town and the forest tree line getting the decorations built, getting buildings cleaned for the arriving guests.

The day before the festival is to begin everyone lend a hand in putting up the last of the decorations, getting food ready to serve tomorrow, making the town square look extravagant and everyone is laying out their festival clothes. Everything is getting set and the travelers that come every year are already packing into the hotels and motels by the hundreds. There is worry that there won't be enough room and what to do with the ones who haven't a place to stay. A few offer their homes with their many rooms up seeing as they can be put to good use, while other worry about the travelers being thieves.

The day of the festival opens on a high note with a magnificent sunrise and a burst of music from the dance hall. Great smells erupted slowly from the kitchens of every house around the city and carts were loaded and brought to the center of the city. People began emerging from building all in a merry mood. A few struggling travelers were escorted to homes and given places to rest, while other travelers emerged from rooms and joined in the merriment.


A traveler coming from Canada to experience a festival he'd only heard stories about emerged from a small three bedroom house on the edge of town. He wore loose black jeans, white converse shoes, a white t-shirt and a black hooded jacket left unzipped but with the hood up. His hair was straightened and his bangs were flipped out of his grey blue eyes. He looked around and joined a trail of people walking to the dance halls.

He wandered into the building and watched as people danced and then he quickly hid behind a group as he heard the polka start up. He really had had some bad time learning that dance and had no intention of dancing it now. Just his luck a guy walked over and grabbed all the guys in his group and shoved them into the middle circle. "Polka isn't my thing" he said as he looked at the girl across from him and bit his lip to keep from shuddering.

A few hours and a dozen polka dances later he managed to escape the dance hall and ran for cover. The day was almost over but the festival was just getting started as everyone prepared for the moon to rise.

He joined a group of people near the forest sitting around a fire. An elderly man was telling stories of ancient times and unspeakable creatures. Mattiga listened intently, he always loved the old stories of Vampires and Werewolves, but this guy was saying they still existed and that everyone should be on alert with the moon this big and full. Mattiga chuckled and got up walking to another small group going into the forest. Not long after entering he found himself alone. he crept back to the edge of the forest and sat on a fallen log just a few yards away from the forest but close enough to the town to watch the festival unfolding as the night grew darker and the moon rose higher in the sky.

"Werewolves. In this century, wonder what they'd look like. Vampires would still be irresistible, werewolves......perhaps...rugged and alluring. Perhaps a dangerous aura about them?" he wondered aloud to himself. He looked up at the sky, it was still quite a bit before the moon would be fully in the sky. He wondered if there would be any surprises. Then again the people of this village had planned a day too soon. The full moon wasn't officially until tomorrow night. He laughed. "Good thing this is a three day festival." He said as he slid off the log onto the ground laying there watching the moon rise.