Post by cujo on Jun 14, 2009 10:32:44 GMT -7
My picture isn't exactly right... He's too buff. Sorry, I couldn't find a better one.
†Dareynn-Anthony-Payne†
†Nickname†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Payne, Dareynn Anthony
Nicknames: None
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Age they appear: Sixteen
Race: Vampire (Bitten, not born.)
Orentation: Bi
Health Problems: He's allergic to the sun. (And he's emo; does that count as a health problem...? He's also afriad of heights.)
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Introverted. He hates talking to others; he prefers to be alone. Because of his step-father, he assumes the worst possible about everyone he encounters. He tries to stay away from others, but sometimes...that just doesn't quite work for him. Being a relatively new vampire, he drinks blood whenever he can get it. He hates it when older vampires try to talk to him, or born vampires look down on him because he was human before becoming one of them.
He likes peace and quiet, and can often be found somewhere that has one or the other and isn’t very lighted. He hates night clubs and fangbangers; they drive him insane. The prospect of killing someone (namely, his step-father) intrigues him, but he has never really been brave enough to go through with the act.
He is a fan of southern music (Blues, Jazz, Country, and the like), Jace Everett being one of the singers he can stand to listen to. He always wanted to learn to play guitar when he was younger, but his step-father never let him. Since becoming a vampire, he’s found more entertaining things to do. (Like scaring the snot out of his step-father.)
Likes:
† O Negative
† Shadows
† Being inconspicuous
† His hometown
† Chocolate chip waffles covered with O Negative. (^^
Hates:
† The sun
† People following him around (fangbangers...*shudder*)
† Heights
† His step-father
† Garlic (He thinks it smells disgusting.)
Talents:
† Disappearing
† He's good at fighting with a knife. (Not that he needs one, really...)
† He can play the violin (the vampire that turned him taught him how).
† He can read Tarot pretty well. (He carries a deck with him every once in a while.)
† He can lick his elbow
Habits:
† Running his hand through his hair when he's nervous
† Cussing without actually cussing.
† Keeping his room (or wherever he's staying) clean. (He doesn't like messy areas.)
† Staying out of the sun. (He did this even when he was human.)
† Bouncing his leg when he's bored, frustrated, or anxious.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: He is extremely pale.
Hair Color: Black, styled emo with a silver streak through the bangs. They hang over his right eye.
Eye Color: Sapphire blue.
Build: Scrawny
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: He has a silver loop in his left ear and multiple little slash scars on his torso. The most prominent is the one just above his navel; it is two inches in length.
Choice of Clothing: Black jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. Since he can't really feel temperature differences, this is what he wears year-round. Occasionally he'll wear a black trench coat or something similar, just to scare people.
Wolf Appearance: N/A
Other: Nothing I can think of at the moment.
†History:†
History: Born in southern Louisiana just outside New Orleans in a little town called Madisonville, Dareynn was raised by his mother and his step-father. He knows very little about his real father; he doesn't even know his name. He only knows that his real father died before he was born.
His step-father Valcon never had a soft spot for the child of his lover's first husband. He would go out of his way to make sure Dareynn suffered. At first it was little things, like not being able to go outside and play when he was a toddler, or punishing him when he didn't finish what was on his plate.
When he was six years of age, Dareynn took the pocket knife his step-father valued so highly and was playing with it in the backyard. He tripped over a tree root and the blade was embeded in his stomach, leaving a two-inch scar above his navel.
Ever since that day, his step-father forced Dareynn to cut himself, saying if he was going to play with knives, he was going to play with them "his" ((Valcon's)) way. When Dareynn was sixteen, a vampire, for some reason or another, took pity on Dareynn and changed him.
The first thing Dareynn wanted to do was kill his step-father, but the vampire that changed him wouldn't let him.
Mother/Father: His mother is Sookie; his real father is deceased. His step-father is named Valcon. (And he's a reall jerk.)
Siblings: None.
Offspring: None.
Other: He's never had a significant other, or shared a bed with someone.
†RP example:†
[Dareynn:]
I sat in the back of the bar, uncomfortable around so many people. (Using the term "people" lightly, of course.) I shifted slightly so I was sitting more upright. My leg bounced unconciously; I didn't want to be here. The only reason I was here was to find something (er, someone) to eat (er, drink).
Sure, I've been a vampire for three years, but I still wasn't very good at the whole find-the-meal thing. A blonde woman in her late twenties came over and sat across from me, a seductive smile playing across her lips.
"Hey little boy. Shouldn't you be home?"[/i] she asked. I all ready didn't like her.
'If I had a home to go to,' I thought bitterly. I just stared at her; most fangbangers leave when I didn't respond, but this one must have been stupid or really determined. Probably both.
"Why don't you come with me, sweetheart?" She reached over and grabbbed my hand. I bit back a growl as she pulled me to my feet; I needed the blood. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here at all. Maybe I'd be better off finding a stray cat or something...
Nonetheless, I let her lead me out the door of the crowded, noisy bar. I was relieved to get away from the vile place. She started to hail a taxi or something, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward an alley. I was not going to let this chick get me somewhere I couldn't get out of.
She laughed and said, "Eager boy; can't you just wait--"
I cut her off as we reached the darkest corner by shoving her against the wall. She laughed and entangled her legs with mine. Ugh. I hated how they all assumed I wanted that.
Ignoring her for the most part, I leaned forward, toward her neck. She lifted her chin, making it easier for me to gain access to a vein.
I bit her, teeth sinking into her soft flesh. She moaned, but I ignored it. I concentrated on the flow of blood from her neck; it wasn't O negative, but it was blood. She tangled her hands in my hair then, pulling me closer to her. I growled, startling her into letting go. I pushed her legs away from mine and backed up, my mouth covered in blood.
She looked surprised; I rolled my eyes and walked down the alley, intending to go find somewhere else to be. Stupid fangbangers.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Call me Cujo. (Or Dareynn. Or Edward/Eddie. I respond to 'em all quite well.)
Other Characters: None.
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