Post by Brad Doors on Mar 11, 2011 15:53:55 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
”BRAD”
Benedictus Romulus Apollo Doors
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
1667/30
What exactly are you?
Twilight Vampire
So are you a man or a woman?
A man
How do you swing?
Straight
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?
6’2”
How much do you weigh?
190lb
Who do you look like?
Brad Arnold
So, what are you wearing?
Distressed Jeans, form fitting t-shirts, motorcycle boots.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
No.
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
I am a member of the Corinthian Coven.
Where to you live?
Forks, Washington but I’m on the road a lot.
Are you in school?
No
Tell me about your history.:
My name is Benedictus Romulus Apollo Doors, but you can call me Brad. I was born in Rome to parents who were entertainers. They found when I was a baby, that whatever I was feeling, other people around me felt it too. They became very good entertainers because they wanted to keep me happy. They made me laugh a lot so there was a lot of laughter in our family. They learned when I was three that I could sing. And depending on the mood of the song, those listening were somewhat affected by it. It made any performances by us very popular. Our family ended up entertainers for Caesar’s court. This is where I essentially grew up. As I grew to manhood, I fell in love with a senators daughter from afar. I would send her gifts and poetry anonymously, then watch from the shadows as she would squeal with delight. She never knew it was me. That is until one day I heard her talking to one of her ladies in waiting. She confided in her that it didn't matter who her secret admirer was, she would love him, no matter what. I decided I would tell her that very night. It was a time of the Summer festival and it was hot. We had to entertain all day and well into the night for Caesar and his senators. It was quite late when I finally got away. I waited for her to be alone and approached her. I carried with me the scrolls I had written the original poetry on, to prove that they were mine. I had put the first one I gave her to music and I carried my lute. Rather than speak, I sang the words of the poem and I played for her. The look of recognition then delight filled her eyes. “It was you!” she grinned broadly and threw her arms around me. I shared the only kiss I had ever had with a woman with her.
After that, for weeks we would meet secretly. I would play for her, sing to her and we would make love until just before sunrise. I would hurry through my daily duties so that I had time to steal away to meet my love. Every night she would tell me she was ready to tell her father about me. Every night she would promise to buy my status so we could marry. Every night, she would shy away from her father and lose her nerve.
One night after my visit with her and her promises to speak to her father, I reflected on how distant she had grown. She seemed bored and distant. I didn’t know why. That night, guards came to my door. They didn’t say a word. They dragged me from my quarters and put a sack over my head. They put me on a horse, facing backwards with my hands bound. “Just ask her, she will tell you.” I begged. “She was going to speak to her father! She wants to marry me.” I protested as they tied my legs to the boney animal. “What a fool you are. You were just the flavor of the month you fool. She is bored with you, and this is how we get rid of the old plaything to make room for the new. She’s bored with you, and done with you and now it’s time to take out the trash.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Then I heard her laughter. “Good bye my love, it was fun while it lasted, but my father has arranged a marriage to a wealthy senators son. Why would I want to slum around with you?” My heart broke. She had used me, lied to me. She made me feel loved, only to serve her needs then throw me away when she was done with me.
The next thing I knew, the horse was slapped on the ass and it trotted off into the night. I can’t remember how long I was on the horse, but I remember the sun beating down on me then hearing the sounds of night. It was still hot but the sun no longer burned my skin. The relief was not to last long as I fell asleep. When I woke, the sun was beating down on me once more. By the third day, my lips were cracked and bleeding, and I stopped sweating. I began hearing the sounds of running water. I thought I was hallucinating until I smelled the water. The horse I as on lurched forward and tipped me over to the side. The sudden shift in my weight caused it to spook and it ran into the small river bucking and jumping. The kick to my head was excruciating. Suddenly the ropes broke and I tumbled into the water. My hands were tied and I could not right myself, I was drowning. I must have passed out because the next think I knew, I was in a tent with several men standing around talking about my fate. “He’s dying father. What if he doesn’t want to die.” I heard one of them say, as if I had a choice in the matter. “What if he doesn’t want to be cursed?” The biggest man I had ever seen asked in a gentle voice. I was suddenly afraid. I was so weak I couldn’t move.
“Do you feel that?” The one who I swore looked like the paintings of the gladiator Spartacus, my hero, said to everyone in general. “Fear.” He walked over to me and looked down at me. “He’s an empath, father you can’t let him die. You can’t let an empath die.” He reached down and laid his hand on my cheek. “You want to live, don’t you?” My eyes widened at his image. He was beautiful. All of them were. But he was…”Spartacus?” I rasped. “Yes, it is I.” he looked at the others. “He knows me.” He said with a smile. “Father, it would make me happy to have a brother who is a kinsman, please? If he agrees?” he asked the giant man. I could not understand why he called the giant man, ‘Father’ because they looked to be about the same age.
“Do you wish to live, and be my little brother;” My hero, my god, asked me. “to be a part of our family?” I nodded. “Please, I don’t want to die.”
The large man nodded at my hero. “I cannot deny you anything that would make you happy, Krixus, you have been unhappy for so long. And you are right; it would be such a waste to let an empath die. I’ll do it.” Later that night, the men came to me. They held me down as the giant man knelt by my side. “I’m sorry, but this will hurt, very much, we will keep you as comfortable as possible.” He took one last look around at the other men, then he bit me, several times, in several places and each bite felt like it set me on fire. 3 days later I woke to an animal being put in my face, it was a wild cat. I did something I never thought I would ever do. I fed on the animals blood. A second then a third were placed before me and I fed on them as well. I came to find out that I was a vampire and that I had a new family. It was good to have them. My heart was broken and I had no desire to return to Rome. From that moment on, my life was dedicated to my family. I had no desire to socialize with anyone outside the family circle. I performed for them and only them, bringing them joy. The centuries past quickly for me and soon it was the year 2000. Father threw a ball to bring in the new millennium and I preformed some songs that I wrote for the occasion. But Father did not tell me that he had invited a record producer to the party. He gave me a sly grin from across the room when the man approached me. The next thing I knew, I was in a recording studio with a vampire band, then we were on tour. I quickly gained popularity and became famous, despite the fact that we never played daytime gigs. Right now, I’m visiting my father in Forks Washington, getting ready to go back on the road. I’m thinking of hiring one of the local mythicals as an assistant while I’m on the road. I have the money to now, so hey, why not. I guess I’ll just have to see how things go.
So, what do you like to eat?
Mountian Lion
What foods make you hurl?
Anything thats not blood.
What do you like to do?
Write songs and poetry, Sing, play guitar and drums.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I guess you can call me sensitive, I think that comes with being an empath/impath, this can also cause me to be moody. I can come across as shy or even rude to women. I was burned so bad by a woman I though loved me, I refuse to let it happen again.
So, what’s so good about you?
Im a famous singer, I'm a nice guy, I have never had human blood and I don't think I ever will.
Do you have any flaws?
I'm quiet and distant, I don't allow myself to get into relationships with women, I have a hot temper.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
I'm a famous singer.
Can you do anything cool?
I am and impath and and empath. I can feel others feelings and send feelings out to others.
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