Post by Cyrus Amiri on Mar 11, 2011 14:16:52 GMT -5
Playby:Sean O’Pry
Name: Cyrus Amiri
Age: 356/looks 22
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Species: True Vampire
Physical Description: Cyrus stands at five feet, and ten inches tall. He has dark hazel eyes but in the right lighting, gold can be seen in his eyes. Being a vampire, his skin is pale but still holds evidence of his Middle Eastern heritage. Even in death his past cannot be wiped clean. Cyrus’ clothing depends on the occasion. If he is working he wears a variety of leather-based clothing; the tighter and revealing the clothing, the more tips he receives. If not, Cyrus can be seen in designer clothing. He accepts nothing but the best clothing. Cyrus has a thin built but with slight muscle tone due to his labor as a servant in his human years.
Attitude: Because of what Cyrus went through, time made him a cold and cruel individual. He does not trust easily and will only use people for his own benefit. He has a strong hatred for the new breed of vampire and will kill them given the opportunity. Despite this, Cyrus likes to keep to himself and isn’t the type to open up easily. Outside he may appear as a cold and cruel individual, but inside he is a depressed and lonely individual who wishes for nothing but his maker and companion to come back. He knows this is impossible so now he lives life as a mere shadow…blending in where he needs to. [/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: N/A
Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Abilities: Like all true vampires, Cyrus has super human speed, strength, senses, and the ability to glamour people.
History:
Cyrus was born and lived as a slave for the first twenty-five years of his human life. As far as he knows, Cyrus was bought as a slave at a young age to a rich Persian duke. Cyrus was forced to clean the manor, entertain the duke’s guests at dinner parties, maintain the gardens, and when he was old enough, the duke made use of Cyrus during the night. For twenty-five years Cyrus did not even feel human. He was the duke’s slave…a toy…an object to abuse and use at all hours of the day and night. When Cyrus was twenty-five years of age, he could not take the life of slavery anymore.
He escaped the manor and found a nearby tree in the gardens. Cyrus attempted to hang himself until a mysterious young man and woman came to him. They asked Cyrus if he wanted a new life…an eternal life filled with riches…a life of companionship. Cyrus never even dreamed of a life like this and so, he accepted their offer. That night, the man turned Cyrus, and he was human no more. His maker’s name was Markus and his companion was Anastasia. For centuries the three of them traveled around the world seeing Europe, Asia, the Middle East, and even America. The three of them were like a family and loved each other deeply.
The three of them would glamour rich noblemen and women and before people got suspicious, they would steal from them and travel to their next destination; a flawless tactic that worked for centuries. With his companion’s training, Cyrus was taught to hone his abilities and to master his ability to glamour. He was educated in the ways of the world ranging from mathematics, politics, to knowledge of other supernatural creatures. The trio were happy together, but like all good things, they never last.
The three of them were traveling in Canada and took refugee from the sun in a cave. Before the sunset, two creatures attacked the three. Their eyes were blood red, their skin shined in the sunlight…they were savage creatures. The two creatures attacked the three for no good reason. The battle resulted in the loss of Cyrus’ companions. He barely made it out of the battle alive. Enraged, Cyrus tore the weakened creatures limb from limb and when night fell, he burned all the pieces until there was nothing left of them.
Cyrus spent the next century alone, traveling place to place within America, seeing the changes as time went by. He joined a few nests but none felt like home…no one could give the companionship Markus and Anastasia gave him. After a period of time, he would leave the nests and continue to move place to place. He contemplated meeting the sun but he knew his maker would not want that. Now, Cyrus finds himself in a small town called Forks in Washington. He obtained a job as a dancer at Sinjon’s Place to earn extra cash. Cyrus wonders what this little town has to offer him.
RP Sample:
Rain…
The vampire leaned against the window and watched as the small little droplets of water hit the glass. Cyrus always loved the rain…he felt it washed away the impurities of the world…but the vampire knew better. There was much wrong in this world and he knew it. Ever since his companions died, Cyrus felt the world was empty…pointless. He had no joys left in the world. Cyrus was just a shadow among other beings, blending in; keeping to himself. He did not wish for more companions despite the offers he has had over the decades. His companions saved him from a life of slavery and gave him love…no one could ever compare to them.
The vampire turned to his clock and sighed. His shift would start soon. Cyrus did not care for jobs such as these being he had much saved up, but he had to do something. In a blur, the vampire changed into his favorite pair of leather pants, boots, and vest. Cyrus left his apartment and made his way to Sinjon’s Place. Upon entering, he jumped on his platform, grabbed the iron pole, and moved his body to the music.
His body swayed seductively, teasing the men and women at the club, and allowing them to touch him in exchange for cash. This was degrading work for Cyrus but what else is a vampire to do?
Species Code:Fangtasiahere.
Rules Code:Fried Chickenhere.[/size]
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