the oh-so charming vampire!

[matt]

001. NAME• Andrew Adams Whitely
002. NICKNAME• Drew, White
003. REAL AGE• 24
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 25
005. BIRTHDATE• Nov 5, 1984
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Philadelphia, PA
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• humans

001. YOUR FACE• Zac Efron
002. HAIR• Dirty blond, hair that comes to his eyes if straightened, but has a wave to the side
003. EYES• Dreamy blue eyes, but nothing too special
004. HIEGHT• 6’ 2’’
005. WEIGHT• 187
006. BODY MODS• none
007. FASHION/STYLE• Wears mostly anything from Hollister or Aero

001. LIKES• Girls, Sex, Weed, Beer, Parties, Joy Riding, Feasting on Assholes,
002. DISLIKES• Emos, being alone, spiders, bad hair days, his dad, the sun
003. FEARS• His secret of being a vampire coming out, being alone, loosing his friends, heights, relationships ending, losing friends
004. STRENGTHS• Picking up girls, smooth talking, lying, getting out of trouble, acting
005. WEAKNESSES• keeping long relationships, getting close with girls, seeing innocent people get hurt, opening up to people, telling about his past
006. ODDITIES• plays with his hair, has a hate for MOST vampires, talks way too fast at times, licks his lips
007. ORIENTATION• straight (bi-curious *SECRET*)
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• if any
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• drew is aa very mellow person. People love to be around him and love his personality. He has a great sense of humor that could light up a room of emo-kids. He always uses the right words, on the right people. He isn’t easy to get over on, and can get hype with people he don’t like. When he gets angry his “ghetto” side comes out and he can become quite threatening. Drew very rarely gets annoyed, and usually keeps calm in tense situations. When bored during the day and when the sun is out, he usually listens to music, mostly rock because he rolls like that! Andrew has had a reputation for breaking girls hearts. He also bonds with people too fast which sets himself up for heartbreaks if they ever leave. He is emotionally attached to all his friends and pulls his hair out if he is alone for long. When it comes to Drew’s family he may get quite defensive since he was close to his mother, sisters, ect before he moved. Because Drew grew up with all girls in his house he has a little famine side to him and worries about his appearance more than your average guy.

001. PARENT ONE• Maria, house wife
002. PARENT TWO• Never knew him
003. SIBLINGS• Becka, Morgan
004. PETS• none, allergic
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Grew up in a very nice neighborhood. However, unfortunately for Drew's parents he didn't adapt well to his environment. When he got old enough to take the bus he started fleeing to outer neighborhoods, and began to get involved in beer, weed, ect. His parents never found out, but always had suspicions. He would cause trouble but never really run-in with the law, which he was thankful for. His good looks started to be seen when entering High School. He would always party with older girls, and most likely hook-up and/or fuck some. It's these events that helped sculpt him into the partying machine he is today.

After graduating High School his parents died and he inherited their million dollar bank account. This persuaded him to neglect his parents' wishes of him going to college and instead he used their money to support himself. He bought a nice, single bedroom apartment which he throw small house parties at. Soon he became known for his partying self, and his good looks.

One cold day, Drew decided to go for a late night stroll after the house party he threw that night ended. Drew ignorantly headed to the nearby park; a park known for it's mysterious legends, and tales that the town believes to be true. Drew was by himself and very wasted. He could barely stand let alone defend himself if something were to happen. When he reached the creek that streamed straight down the parks middle, Ian began to here strange noises. At first he didn't pay mind to the scuffling noises and let it go. Bad mistake. Just before Drew was ready to leave he was knocked down to the muddy ground. A figure with shinnying, blood red eyes leaped on him. Before he could do as little as scream the creature jammed fangs into his jugular, thus turning him to a vampire!

Since turning to a vampire, Drew has made a 360 in his attitude. He still drinks, enjoying the taste and memories it bares, but doesn’t have as many run-ins with the lows, and began to mellow down. He swore he’d never drink blood after being turned, but the temptation grew too big. Peoples’ blood would start to get him hungry, like steak did when he was human. He feasted for the first time upon a nineteen year old. He was strolling through the same park he’d been bitten in, then pounced. He came out of nowhere and began to gnaw at the lady’s neck. The taste of her sweet blood drove him crazy. Just the scent of animal blood sickens him, he’d never try it, and never even thought of it.

Yo', my name is Matt, and I've been the walking dead for 15 years, and I've been grave robbing for 2 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of google and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• no
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
The loud music booms from a house, lights are seen blinking from within it’s red, bricked wall. From inside stumbles a very drunk, uncoordinated teenager. He is wearing nice, dark blue jeans that fit him well and a plain black shirt with Chucks on his feet. He struggles to stay at a vertical base while texting. After sending a text message to his mom, which only wrote walling hom now a clear give away about his sobriety status, he shoves the T-Mobile Sidekick into his pocket and starts on stumbling. He began to shake his head slightly, how could he walk out of that party without a hook up? He has had his mind on that all evening, but he assumed his charm from overseen by his intoxication. With nearly every step he took, he had to stop to regain his balance. It was certainly not looking good for him this night. The new Sophomore from Lincoln was trashed, but he did not mind. He was feeling good. Just like after every party he leaves, he began to sing to himself. “That party last night was awfully crazy.” Forgetting the proper words, he trailed off and just started humming the beat to Asher Roth’s “College” His head started to throb which stopped him from humming, but then the familiar beeping of his phone went off. He stopped in his tracks, knowing he was too hammered to multitask. He reached into his deep pocket and wrestled to get his phone out. He slide it open and saw One New Message From Momski He opened the message and read the warning his mother wrote on how he better not be drunk. His lip curled up into a smile for a moment, for some reason he found that amusing. Without even bothering to reply Matt shoved the phone back into it’s fabricated case, his pocket.

As he turned the corner he was greeted by a nice, cool gust of fresh air. The fumes of salt water made its way up his nostrils, the gust just coming off the ocean’s surface. He breathed a relaxed breath, something he never got to do back in Philly. As he looked up to beach something, someone caught his eye. It was the dark, shadow-like outline of a kid. He squinted his eyes and stuck his head out, hoping to get a better view. That didn’t help at all, the booze really fucked him up today. With the liquid courage in his system, he started on walking to the lone figure. As Matt drew closer and closer the kid became finer, it was someone around his age. Matt was nearly five feet behind the unknown figure who still had no idea of Matt’s presence. Before approaching the kid Matt knew nothing about, he closed his eyes and took in a lungful of the fresh breeze that swept of the sea. Upon first arriving in California Matt was totally apathetic, but it’s turned out to be a little better than what he thought. He could grow use to this very easily. Matt almost wished he could stand here forever and breath in the amazing scent, however, he knew his mother didn’t want him out this late in a place he was unfamiliar with so he worked on speeding up this introducing process, something he’s done mush since leaving from Philly in an attempt to make friends; it’s been working well for him so far and he’s met some pretty cool people.

Matt cleared his throat to hopefully be able to enunciate, knowing he’d probably talk like a retard if he didn’t. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the edge of the Earth canceled out the sound Matt. Just then, the new student began to speak. His voice sound very hoarse, as if he’d been screaming at a Hardcore concert all night. He also has a slight slur to his words thanks to the profusion of beers he’s just consumed. “Hey, hey you!” those were the only words that came out, even though he intended to say much more. He chuckled at himself on the inside knowing he sounded like a real idiot. But he just waited to see what the other kid would say.