Post by Lord Valik on Jan 25, 2011 21:20:10 GMT -5
Playby:Criss Angel
Name: Lave Sabin
Age: 217/17
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
Species: Twilight Vampire
Physical Description: Lave stands at six foot four inches with a thin build but toned. He generally wears all leathers but sometimes may be caught in a pair of black or blue jeans and a t-shirt. He loves to wear black boots that tie up to almost his knees. His hair hangs nearly to his shoulders. Sometimes it is black and sometimes it is streaked with red that matched his red eyes. He loves his jewelry as well. The more the merrier. His skin is so pale that the black of his clothing and hair make it stand out even more.
Attitude: Lave's attitude is always at peak condition. He is sarcastic and blunt that he seems almost never ending with his insults. On the other hand though he can be quite calm and thoughtful when he wishes to be. He plays with many emotions and all of them are full blown. When he is down he really is very down. When he is happy he is very happy. When he wants something he goes for it with everything he has. Stubborn, ruthless, corrupted, and ill tempered at times. While when he is on the money he is as high as a kite and very pleasant. [/size]
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Father: Primo Sabin/66 Deceased
Mother: Viviana Sabin/56 Deceased
Siblings: None
Abilities: Lave's abilities lay in the weather. Sunny and bright he can change it to gray and stormy clouds before it downpours. He can cause a fog where you can't even see the hand in front of your face. Tornadoes are his mastery. He enjoys using them to demolish areas. But with it he needs a whole lot of focus and concentration. But he cannot cause a hurricane just yet. He enjoys the rain though and the fog. Those two are his most used since he is normally somewhere near water. It will wipe him out for a day when he used the tornado though.
History: Lave's existence has been a problem since his birth. He was a problem child. Always in and out of the house and his father was a pain to his existence. He would beat the boy more times than not in his drunken rages when his father and mother were around. He was left alone more times than not. His existence has been a thing of what once could have been a bright charming young man but no, that wasn't to happen.
He was a thief in the night to just get some food into his belly. He had become quite the professional at it as well. He enjoyed it very much because he got away with it. He loved that he could get into a place and take whatever he wanted. He was so quiet and wasn't silence golden? He knew just the right moment and pickpocketing was another forte of his. His small hand could reach into a pocket quite easily and pull out the coins without a sound.
He though had chosen the wrong home one night though not knowing that someone had been following him. He stuck the knife into the door jam and jiggled it just enough that the door started to swing open. He grabbed the door and went inside only to find himself standing face to face with a man. He went to turn and run but the man grabbed him so hard he thought his arms would break. But instead the man bit him or he thought it was a bite. The pain more than anything he had ever felt came and he was dropped inside of the living room like a bag of potatoes and left there in that same spot when he passed out until the owners came.
He was making such agonizing screams that the people that came home thought he was dying. They gagged him and threw him in a room hoping he would die and be quiet. When that didn't happen and he got the gag off they took him into the woods far from the house where he screamed and laid there moving only in his agony. When the pain finally seized he realized he was starving and got himself onto his two feet and began to make his walk. He went home to pack his clothing and burned down the house. There was nothing anymore in Italy for him.
He made his way to America and began enjoying his life. But as he aged he found out that he could control the weather as he sat on a bunch of big rocks drawing a picture of his homelands. He began to feel homesick and instead of crying the rain fell down heavily but once the feeling had passed it went away. He began to practice on making it rain until he mastered that. Next he'd try something else and then fog came to mind and he practiced that as well.
RP Sample:
Lave walked this endless road continuously until he found Forks. He had heard much talking of different places and had decided to take a chance and see the sights. Most looked down their noses at him and he didn't care. He was here and there wasn't anything anybody could do about it. He sat down on a bus bench and pulled out his pad.
He looked across the street and began to move his pencil along the paper as he sat there. He began to draw what he saw. He drew of the man and woman holding hands. He drew of the store with the elderly man standing in the window. "I am so bored." He murmured softly to himself. Could things get any more boring? He began to stretch out on the bench and look up at the night sky.
"Maybe these people would be less boring with rain..." But he wasn't about to do it just yet. No, he was just going to lay here awhile and think of what he could do to get these beings a moving. What to do? He could do many things but was just plain down at the moment. He needed motivation. Something to pull him out into the enjoyment.
He slowly brought his feet off of the bus bench and sat up before he stood up. He began to walk carrying his pad and whistling as he focused for a minute on bringing the rain. Oh, how refreshing. The women squeaked and began to run. The men scattered into the nearest store and still the rain kept pounding hard. Lave continued his walk down the street as if it were the brightest of days. "Not so very boring now."
He began to sing softly. "Rain rain, go away. Come back another day. Little Lave wants to come out and play." He chuckled to himself even as the rain slid down his face from his black hair. Oh, how nice this was and he enjoyed every minute of it until it suddenly ceased. He saw drenched children, men, and women all over the place looking none to happy yet Lave was ecstatic.
Species Code:Carlisle
Rules Code:Fried Chicken[/size]
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