Post by krixus Corinthian on Mar 11, 2011 13:45:58 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
KrixusSpartacus Corinthian
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
I’m 1,701 years old but I look about 25
What exactly are you?
I am a Twilight Vampire
So are you a man or a woman?
I think Helen would say I am all man.
How do you swing?
I’m straight and I only have eyes for Helen.
When should we put the candles on the cake?
I don’t eat cake
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
I am 6’4” tall.
How much do you weigh?
I weigh 225lbs
Who do you look like?
I look like Andy Whitfield
So, what are you wearing?
I wear jeans, button down shirts, a dark brown leather jacket and hiking boots.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
I have a strip of cloth I carry with me everywhere I go, I will never tell what it is or why I carry it.
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
I belong to the Corinthian Coven
Where to you live?
Forks, Washington
Are you in school?
Oh, please…
Tell me about your history.:
I was born a Thracian, in a small village far to the east of Rome, but still a territory belonging to the empire. My people had entered into an agreement with Rome to help us defeat our enemies who kept coming over the border to attack us. At an early age I went to the games in Rome where I saw the most beautiful woman in existence. I was not supposed to see her face as she hid it behind a veil, but a twist of fate cause the wind to blow the veil away from her face the moment I looked at her. That woman is Helen of Troy. I knew that a person of my lineage and rank would never have a chance with the daughter of a god. She was in my dreams at night. I knew I needed to try to live a happy life so when my father arranged a marriage for me, I agreed. I fell in love with her even if it wasn’t the deep haunting love I had for Helen but I did love her with all my heart.
My people were to go to war with our enemies and Rome sent us men to help fight with the agreement that we would kill their enemies first. I was the leader of our army. We laid out a plan, knowing they were going to go after the village where our women, children and elderly men were waiting for us to return. We fought the battle the legionnaires wanted us to fight and we were victorious. But when it was time to fight our enemies who were quickly encroaching on our village the Roman army was turned back toward Rome. I balked at this and turned the Thracians back toward our home to go protect our families. The Roman captain tried to stop us and a beat him senseless and took our men back home.
The gesture was all for naught. As we got back home, we saw that our homes had been burned and our families had been killed. To add insult to injury, the legionnaires came and took us into slavery. I was thrown into the gladiator pits, like many of my men.
I wanted to die. I didn't care what the Romans wanted, even though they forced me into training. I took many beatings as a result. That is until the day I was thrown into the battle arena with a veteran gladiator. The idea was for me to die, while he was victorious. I stood in the arena, my head down. The veteran hit me and pulled my head up. “Show some respect for Helen of Troy!” he commanded. I looked up and saw her. I knew it was her. My heart leapt. Suddenly I had a purpose, a reason to live. That reason was to show Helen what a great warrior was and hopefully win my freedom, and catch her eye. The battle began and I fought ferociously with nothing but a breech cloth and a knife. My armored companion, with his broadsword and shield went down in a matter of seconds. I killed them all then stood there with the blood of the enemy dripping off of me. I looked up to see if I had pleased her but she merely turned and walked away. That was ok, I would do better next time and one day win her. Over the next few years the crowds shouted my name, “Spartacus!” as I entered the arena. She wasn’t always there, but I fought to retain my title as the Champion of Rome so that I was always billed at the most prestigious of venues. At one particular even, I and my fellow gladiators were placed on display for our benefactors to inspect. That was the first time she touched me. Her delicate fingers trailed across my chest and I felt as though I would faint. And then she was gone.
I fought in many games and always with fierce determination to attract her attention but alas, it was never to be. The household who owned me had many enemies. There came a night when 20 men entered my cell and carried me out into the night. I fought them savagely with my bare hands. I killed them all but not before being wounded. I made it back to the household and told them what had happened. I was ordered to my cell. By morning, my wound was infected and I was feverish. The physician said that the only thing to do was cut off my arm to save my life. My owner laughed and ordered me to be thrown in the pit with the other fallen gladiators. I lay there all the day, in pain, determined not to die. Determined to see the beautiful face of Helen once again. When night came, a man jumped into the pit and pulled me out. He carried me away out into the wilderness.
The man had beauty beyond compare and I wondered why he had carried off a dying man. He carried me to his campsite outside the city walls. That’s when I met his brother. They offered to save my life and immortality. Of course I did not want to die so I agreed. They were vampires and three days later I was a vampire as well. Much to my distress, I was not allowed to return to the arena and impress Helen. I had to travel with my new father, for he adopted me into his coven, for it was not safe for me to be around people, not for months. While travelling my thoughts turned to the wonders of the world, seen though new eyes and experienced with new senses. But my heart always returned to Rome and my beloved Helen. I never married again for my heart was Helens and always would be.
One day I returned to Rome and inquired about the lovely Helen and I was told that she was gone. Whether dead or ascended to her father, the god Zeus, no one knew for certain. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I buried myself in my duties to my father and my coven. My only solace was the keep my mind and my body busy at all times.
That is until by chance, I was out shopping and I saw a woman who I swore was Helen. I had only seen her face one time but the image was burned into my memory. I followed her. It was her. By the grace of the gods, there was my Helen standing before me. She didn't know me, and I didn't expect her to. It didn't matter because we had an instant connection. She returned to my home with me and our status as mates was sealed. One thousand, six hundred seventy two years from the time I last saw her, she became mine. The gods smiled.
So, what do you like to eat?
cougar blood
What foods make you hurl?
human blood
What do you like to do?
I enjoy writing poetry, playing the guitar, drawing and painting and driving fast cars. I enjoy entering into amateur racing with my modified Dodge Viper.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I am happy, beyond anything you can imagine. I am a hard worker and I am fiercely loyal to my family, my coven. I have recently found the love of my life that I have loved for nearly 1700 years. Its not often that you will not see a smile on my face for I am a happy man.
So, what’s so good about you?
If being Spartacus is not enough, I am kind hearted, strong and loyal to my family.
Do you have any flaws?
I have a bad temper, I like to show off and I drive way to fast.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
I am Spartacus…(I had to) I have combat skills the go well beyond most others because of the fact that I was the greatest gladiator who ever lived.
Can you do anything cool?
I am a master of disguise. I can control the color of my skin and eyes and the color, length and style of my hair.
Show us your stuff
exempt
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