Post by Nihte on Sept 20, 2012 11:35:26 GMT -5
Player Title: Nihte
Full Birth Name:
Nihte Tremorse
Alias/ nickname:
N/A
Race:
Vampire
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Physical Appearance:
Nihte has come into his current existence VERY recently and has a bit of a scruffy look about him. He stands about 6'2 and is very thin, his hair is a very dark brown, almost black and stands on end without any kind of styling strait up, and about two-three inches long. he has one blue, and one green eye, his left fang was chipped when he bounced himself off the roof and never regenerated past the little flaw for some weird unknown reason, though he's had them practically knocked out twice via face plant into concrete, trying to be "awesome and stealthy and...vampire-y."
Nihtes outfit came about out of his own little paranoia about the fact that some werewolf or vampire or whatever might find him tasty for one reason or another. He generally wears a black leather collar that covers his neck in four rows of two inch spikes, and snaps shut in the back with four snaps. he has more two inch spikes all down is forearms and shins and tight leather pants. As for his shirt... usually some random black t-shirt.
His mother hid his helmet, and refuses to let him have a trench coat.
Personality Traits:
Nihte is very hyperactive, bouncy and friendly, though paranoid. He's not very pain intolerant, and while he isn't cocky, likes to pretend he's cool-which he very well knows he isn't. Nihte has a serious curiosity problem as well as a tendency toward stupid ideas and "evil plots" which is more or less a better sounding name for REALLY stupid idea. He's an incredible klutz and tends to have seriously screwed up luck, many of the people or things who so much as know of his existence, are thoroughly surprised he hasn't accidentally killed himself yet. He outs on a much tougher act when his mother or father are in the vicinity.
Weaponry:
not yet...
Extras:
Sewing kit, small back pack full of blood cookies
History Summary:
Nihte was born in a quiet home, his parents had a tendency to stay out of things and be the ones wide eyed, paranoid and huddled in the corner while the world went by. Nihte was doted on and spoiled as much as humanly possible in his growing up in such surroundings as the city in the tiny place they'd found that had managed to be out of the way of most everything. They had no real neighbors and his father had kept things the hell away from the house. Human or not. He was home schooled and kept under the nervous watch of his parents most his entire life and literally saw nothing of the world outside his own back yard. When he turned 17, he decided enough was enough and he wanted to go out and "see the world and all its... world...ness... yea that!" and after threatening to leave and never come back, he was turned loose on the general public, made friends with a bit of a socially awkward vampire who was making an attempt at blending into the world and in the same day/night, tripped and sliced his neck open on a nail sticking out of a board on the ground. Panicking for his new friend, and fearing he would bleed to death on his own, said vampire decided to turn Nihte aaaaand Nihte hasn't seen him since. Now he tries to sort himself out while father is trying to kick him out of the house. Damn good thing his mother is so attached to him. Eventually he knows he will have to find himself a new home though.
Post Example:
Mom, I'm going out!" Nihte called, snatching a small, black backpack off the floor-his lunch for his adventures, wondering if "yesterday" had been a dream. The last thing he'd remembered, he had been with a vampire he met named Seph, and then he'd tripped, there was a whole lot of blood aaaand then he woke up. In his pajamas. Tucked into the little pile of soft cloth and whatnot that passed for a bed. Fucked up dream. whatever. he opened the door, let out a screech and shut it, flailing a bit, his hand on fire. "Ow ow ow OW!" he hissed, ran to the kitchen and dunked into the sink full of and water where his mother had stood doing the dishes, and now looked completely mortified, more likely for the water then his hand for the moment. Well then... that seemed to explain that... he flushed, staring at the bubbles and steam. Had Seph turned him? where was he? why didn't he stick around? you were supposed to stick around if you changed someone ri-wait. Fire. Daylight... Yea... okay, maybe he would come or Nihte could go look for him when the sun went down. For once he was glad this place had no windows. Nihte and his mother stood there for a good ten minutes before his stomach growled and he flinched, afraid to take his hand out of what was left of the water. Could he eat normal food anymore? He hoped he could. Other wise that would suck immensely. He was pretty damn sure he'd go crazy never being able to eat or taste his mothers awesome cooking again. Especially the cookies. That was a damn random thought. "Um... Mom...?"he squeaked after a moment, his gaze still on the bubbles in the sink. "I think I might be a vampire... so... uh... I'm not going out just yet... and I will uhhhh... be in my room I guess..." he closed his eyes, afraid to look at his hand, pulled it out of the water and let it hang at his side, walking quietly up to his room to sit on his bed and stare blankly at the wall of his room while he tried to sort out his memories. He'd woken up that morning, gone through the usual routine of trying to flatten out his hair by combing the ever living hell out of it, gave up and then walked down stairs-nearly tripped, for what passed in his house for breakfast- a glass of milk, a sausage of some kind from whatever his father brought home after work, and a bit of egg. Then back to his room to pack things for his first day of exploring. Nothing really happened all day after that other than learning a few land marks around the city, and getting very very lost. No, wait, that wasn't true he'd walked into a stop sign. And then trying to find his way back, he had run into a kind of creepy guy calling himself Seff or Seph or something. They talked about his head injury, he thought Nihte was funny, He asked for help getting home, Seph knew the way there, and sooo they started in a direction and... he'd tripped. His neck was hurting, there was lots of blood... Nihte flushed. Had Seph blindsighted him or something? No, Seph had been freaking out. Seph was a vampire, right! Nihte blinked. Seph was a vampire, he tripped, hurt himself. Badly this time. So... Seph saved him then? Nihte curled up on the bed and held his head in his hands. So then why wasn't Seph here?! he didn't know anything about being a vampire! His stomach gave another growl and he wasn't sure if he was seriously hungry or going to throw up. He took off the little back pack and dug out the sandwich, and took a bite out of it. It tasted okay. He scarfed the rest of it down and waited quietly for another rumble that didn't come. Was it because he was new enough? Did he still have some little bits of human in him? How long did it take to change completely? Nihte sat on his bed, quietly pondering his situation for another couple of hours before a knock made him jump clear off the bed, smack his head off the roof and then did a face plant into the floor. "Owww..." he groaned. Okay, he definitely had never done that before. His mother burst into his room, looking worried. "Oh geeze now what did you do???" she frowned, looking over him as he lay slightly dazed on the floor, trying to figure out what he'd managed to do to himself this time. He sat up and shook his head. "I'm o...kay cookies!" he jumped to his feet. Somehow they had never seemed so flat out awesome and- he paused. Something about them seemed strange. "Um... did you do something to the cookies Mom?" "Just a new recipe I want to try for your condition sweety, if they help you can take them adventuring." He eyed his mother. She could be a bit of a mad scientist when it came to cookies. Sure there were good cookies... but then there were things like the buzz cookies... eew... Flys did not make good cookies. Poultry made good cookies though... Nihte looked over the cookies, down right drooling, wondering absently if maybe they had blood or something in them. She put down the tray and left him alone in his 5 by 5 room again. He eyed the plate suspiciously for a few minutes before he gave in and took a tiny bite out of one- and suddenly the entire pile was gone, and he felt down right awesome. soft and tasty... he beamed and bounced on the spot, feeling almost squirrely. Ah, but it probably wasn't dark out yet. Oh! help mom with dishes! just made cookies, help mom with dishes! Yes! he could do that. Zipping down the stairs he failed to stop at the landing and collided with the wall. Yea, this was going to take some getting used to. Breathe, calm down, move like a NORMAL person. House wasn't that big stupid. He bounced over to the kitchen, grinning like a mad man. "Hi mom kai help mom? need help mom?" His mother looked him over like he'd lost his mind and laughed. "I think you should try to get used to your situation first dear, we don't need you hurting yourself." she smiled and shoed him off. Okay. Now what? "How long till dark?" he asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet back around the kitchen. "About an hour, your father should be home soon, I don't think you're quite careful enough to keep this a secret sweety." Nihtes face fell and he stood still as a statue. His father. Right. Mom was all knowing, all understanding. She could deal with this little change. To her it was probably just a diet change. His father was going to freak. "Oh." he said quietly. "Um... I think I'm going to lie down... I ate the sandwich... it seemed to be okay... I can still have super with you guys right...?" "I'm fine with that Nihte." she smiled and he nodded to himself. Right. She was fine with it. Father might not be. |