Post by Elek on Aug 2, 2010 17:40:07 GMT -5
General Information:
So, what’s your name?
My name is Michah Jeanluc Chevalier
How long have you been around?
I’m 198 but I look 25
What exactly are you?
I’m a True Vampire.
So are you a man or a woman?
Male
How do you swing?
Straight
When should we put the candles on the cake?
April 30, 1812
Appearance:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
6’3”
How much do you weigh?
200lbs
Who do you look like?
Rick Malambri
So, what are you wearing?
I wear button down shirts, jeans and boots
What about the bling?
I don’t like jewelry
Background:
So tell me about yourself.
I was born in Louisiana. I have lived there my whole life. I lived there for more than my short human life. I was a French settler near New Orleans where I had built a large cotton plantation with my own two hands. I was married to a comely woman and we had three lovely children, a boy and two girls. They were all under the age of five, toddlers as best. I never thought my life could go from being brilliantly prosperous and happy to being what it is now. In 1830 my youngest child caught the typhoid fever. She succumbed to it and died. Not long after that, my other two children caught it and they died too, on the same night. My poor wife was beside herself. We never caught the sickness, I don’t know why but we didn't, I guess we were just lucky, if you could call us that. She fell into a depression that I just couldn’t help her pull out of. She was like a ghost in our home and even moved out of my bed and into the nursery. I would hear her in there singing the lullaby she used to sing to the children. In 1831, on a cold dark and stormy night, I am ashamed to say, I got drunk and took my beautiful wife by force. It is something I will never forgive myself for, not if I live a million years.
But it must have been fate because she became with child and it seemed to help her, she was almost happy again. She even moved back to my bed. When the baby came, she was so protective of it. She wouldn’t let anyone near it. I understood. I felt protective of him as well. In 1836, Jean Luc was 3 years old, we were about to celebrate his 4th birthday. All he wanted for his birthday was a wooden train engine so I went out into the woods to find a fine piece of wood to carve him his toy. When I returned to my home I was met with a scene of horror. My wife and child had been torn to pieces by some sort of wild animal. At least that’s what I thought at the time, I later found out that it was no animal. It was my turn to fall into self pity. I was in a dark and lonely place.
That’s when he came. He was a dark and mysterious man. His name was Godric. He offered me money for a place to stay in the day time. My plantation had fallen into disrepair and many of my slaves had run off, I just let them go. I needed money and the man was paying well, so I agreed. He slept in the day time and was very adamant about not being disturbed. He even boarded up his window to keep the light out, I supposed at the time so he could sleep better. There came the night when I decided I just couldn’t live like that anymore and I got drunk and put a pistol to my head.
Just before I pulled the trigger, I saw Godric in the doorway. I pulled the trigger and realized my gun was pointed at the ceiling and Godric had my hand in his. I had no idea how he could have moved that fast. He sat down and we talked. We talked for hours. He became my friend. We talked this way every night as I slowly came out of my depression. He told me he had an allergy to the sun so his nights were his days. I altered my sleeping habits so that I could spend time with my new best friend. We began going out in the evenings as soon as we woke up. We frequented drinking establishments and brought women home. He always sent them home and retired to his bed before the sun came up. After a time, I began to question some of his eccentricities. He never ate, he turned down the give of a silver cigarette box as if he feared it, he never got ill, and he would disappear from the house for hours without telling me where he went. I began to watch him and noticed other things about him that didn't quite sit well with me.
One night I woke with a powerful fever. To my distress, the physician informed me that I had typhoid fever and that I would most likely die. Godric was distraught. He cared for me well but I continued to get sicker. Finally one night I felt as though I would die and he asked me if I wanted to live. I did. I did want to live. And I told him such. The next thing I knew he had lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me outside and into the woods where he had dug a grave. I thought he was going to bury me alive, but then he sat down, cradling me like a child. He had tears on his face but…it was blood. I thought I must be hallucinating. Then he bit me. He sank his teeth into my neck and drank my blood. I thought I must be dreaming because it felt so good I thought I would weep for joy. He lifted me up and jumped down in the grave with me where he laid me down and laid down with me. He bit into his wrist, causing his blood to flow freely. He put his wrist to my mouth and told me to drink or die. I drank.
I must have passed out because when I woke, I was buried under the rich Louisiana soil. I nearly panicked but I felt an arm tighten around me and the soil began to move. It was Godric, my friend. He dug us out of the grave he had buried us in. I felt a bond with him as though he were my father, my brother and my son, all at one time. I felt strong, healthy, better than I ever had. He explained to me that he was a vampire and that he had turned me into one as well. Oddly, I was ok with that. The idea of never dying was fantastic. He left me at the plantation while I got cleaned up and he brought me my first meal. My first meal nearly ended in disaster as once I bit into the young slave girl, I couldn’t stop. If it wasn’t for Godric, I would have killed her.
It took me some time but he taught me control and everything I needed to know to survive as a vampire. He taught me to be discreet and keep from drawing attention to myself. He later told me that it was another vampire who had broke into my home and killed my wife and son and he had followed him in and killed him. He knew that my poor soul would be in misery so he had returned to see my through my troubling time. He never knew we would end up such good friends. I was happy that Godric had avenged my family.
I stayed with him for 150 years before he was placed in charge of the vampires in the Houston area. He became aware of another species of vampire in the area. A higher form. He was curious, so he had me watching them. When they suddenly disappeared, Godric asked me to find them, so I did. They moved to Fork Washington. And now it is my job to watch them, I don’t know why but it’s what Godric wants and since he is my maker, I can deny him nothing. The problem is, I have recently become distracted by one of the other vampires. A woman. These vampires are so beautiful to the eye and the females are even more incredible. I have been watching her from some time now. I think…Godric is going to be angry…I think I’m in love…
Who do you belong to?
I belong to Godric.
Where to you live?
Forks Washington.
Are you in school?
I do not go to school.
Personality:
So, what do you like to eat?
Human blood.
What foods make you hurl?
Anything else.
What do you like to do?
Carve, play piano, listen to music.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I am a Southern gentleman. I have been though a lot in my life. But Godric made it all better. My short human life was nothing in the grand scheme of things. This has allowed me to see the good things in life. To find joy where there is none.
So, what’s so good about you?
I am kind and generous. I am kind to my food. I never kill a human.
Do you have any flaws?
I have a bit of a temper, I’m in love with a vampire of another species, I am easily distracted.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
Not at this time.
Can you do anything cool?
I can fly, like many other vampires.
Show us your stuff
I will only show my queen my ‘stuff’
