Post by Thorn on Mar 8, 2011 15:31:36 GMT -5
Playby:Thomas Dekkar
Name: Thorn Greymane
Age: 18/462
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: True Vampire
Physical Description: Thorn is a little bit short with a very slender build. He has hazel eyes with flecks of gold and blue sprinkled throughout his stunning irises. His hair is shaggy and ranges from brown at the roots to blonde at the tips. He is pale and thin with dark half-circles under his eyes.
Attitude: He used to be a spoiled rebellions young aristocrat but centuries of being chained to a wall in a cold dark, damp hole has humbled him exceedingly. He is gentle and introverted and does not feel worthy of making eye contact with anyone. He spooks easily and is terrified of rats.[/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: n/a
Father: Thiam Greymane/Deceased
Mother: Lorna Greymane/Deceased
Siblings: Liam/Deceased Greymane
Abilities: Basic vampire abilities
History: Thorn was the rebellions offspring of an Irish aristocrat, named Thiam Greymane. He was thoroughly spoiled and coddled by his mother. He demanded the finest clothing, the fastest horses and original, handcrafted swords. If he did not get what he wanted, he would throw terrible fits until his parents relented and gave him what he wanted. His father wanted to take strap to him, but his mother would wail and cry if he threatened her precious little prince of degeneracy. For his 18th birthday, he demanded that he be given the finest horse in the land. Of course his father had to get it for him. Since the owner would not sell it, Thiam Greymane hired men to steal the magnificent horse and alter its mark to appear as if it was part of his stables. On the morning of Thorns birthday, Thorn woke up to find his wish had been granted. He immediately had the horse saddled and rode out away from the safety of the solid stone stronghold and into the harvest heavy fields to try him out. Unfortunately the rightful owner of the horse was not a happy man. He loved that horse more than he could have ever loved a child of his loins. He sent men to take his horse back, and in revenge for the devious act of horsenapping the only thing he loved, he kidnapped Thorn in retaliation. He demanded a ransom of half of all Thiam Greymanes holdings or he would kill Thorn. The father decided it was a good way to take the thorn out of his side and refused to pay. He sent a message back to the owner of the horse that said for him to keep the little pain in the ass. Rascus the Red was not an ordinary man. He was a vampire. Rather than kill Thorn, he decided to keep him as a pet. He turned him into a vampire and planned to use him for his amusement. When Thorn proved to be a handful, he chained him in a pit in his dungeon with iron chains mixed with just enough silver to keep him too weak to break free. For 444 years he has kept him chained up in some sort of pit in each house they have lived in. Rascus likes to throw parties and show him off. He feeds him just enough to keep him alive. All for the love of a horse.
RP Sample:
Thorn pulled at the cold iron chains as he tried to move further into the corner of the pit he was chained up in. He knew it was inevitable for the gawking party goers to stop and stare at his wretched appearance as his maker informed them of what happens to horse thieves where he comes from. He was clad in only an old pair of torn jeans someone threw into the pit some years ago. Some of them would look on him with piteous horror while others laughed and threw things at him. His cruel and sociopathic maker would make him tell everyone how pathetic he was and how sorry he was for ever having touched the property of Rascus the Red. Then he made him tell them how his father betrayed him and chose his substantial property over the fruit of his loins, the horse thief. He swore to god every single night that he would never touch another man’s property or ask for anything from anyone ever again, if he could just win his freedom. Tonight, he turned his back on the curious guests as they filed into the room, one by one and gazed down at him. He refused to look at them or to speak. His maker didn’t like his rebellious behavior. He heard the man land in the pit next to him and felt him grab his shaggy hair. His head was violently jerked around to face the gawkers and lookers on. Once again he was forced to humble himself and admit to the crime he committed so many centuries ago, even if it was his father who stole the horse. When he finished his little speech, he was released. The footsteps of the now quiet guests dwindled little by little as they left. Thorn felt the bloody tears well up in his eyes as the sound of feet shuffling ceased. He collapsed on the floor and let the tears fall. An almost undetectable sound came from above and he looked up to see one party guest was still standing there looking at him. He merely turned over so the man could no longer see his face. He released a shuddering sigh in utter defeat..
Species Code:Find it fangtasia.
Rules Code:Find it fried chicken.[/size]
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