Post by Alexander Corninthian on Mar 11, 2011 12:44:15 GMT -5
General Information:
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s your name?[/glow]
My name is Alexander Corinthian.
[glow=red,2,300]How long have you been around?[/glow]
I am 1070 years old.
[glow=red,2,300]What exactly are you?[/glow]
I’m a vampire.
[glow=red,2,300]So are you a man or a woman?[/glow]
I’m definitely a man.
[glow=red,2,300]How do you swing?[/glow]
I’m straight.
[glow=red,2,300]When should we put the candles on the cake?[/glow]
October 31st
Appearance:
[glow=red,2,300]Are you tall enough for this ride?[/glow]
I’m about 6’6”
[glow=red,2,300]How much do you weigh?[/glow]
I weigh 225 lbs
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you look like?[/glow]
I look like Alexander Skarsgard, of course.
[glow=red,2,300]So, what are you wearing?[/glow]
I I’m quite fond of black leather clothing and motorcycle boots.
[glow=red,2,300]What about the bling?[/glow]
I wear a watch and a simple gold ring.
Background:
[glow=red,2,300]So tell me about yourself.[/glow]
My name is Alexander Corinthian. I lived in a village in Norway in the year 897 B.C. Our village was prosperous. There were many children running around and our ocean voyages were successful. That is until one day, we brought home with us, an illness. The first ones to catch the sickness were the men who went on the last voyage. I had not gone as I had stayed behind for the birth of my child. As the kings son, I was able to act on such whims. My twin brother Eric stayed with me. We separated the sick from the healthy and it looked as though it was working to keep the sickness from spreading. And then the rains came; the rains that would not end. The sickness once again began to spread through the village. The walls of the village washed into the mote. By then, three out of four of the men had died. The ones who were left, and I, worked and worked, trying to rebuild the walls but with the rains, we would get one part fixed and the rains would wash them away again. The gods were angry with us. Then I got sick, and so did our infant son. Kelie tended to us the best that she could but our son died in just three days. One night, our already devastated village was attacked by rivals. I pulled myself out of my sickbed and picked up my sword. Kelie stood beside me, knife in hand. My brother ran off into the night, swinging his sword like a mad man when he saw his beloved fall. I never saw him again...I fought as long as I could until my fever left me weak and I could no longer stand. Kelie fought an attacker to save me and she fell by his sword, onto my body. She saved what was left of my life. When I woke I was away from my burning village, looking into the face of a god.
“You are the only one to survive my friend.” He said with a smile. “But I doubt you will remain so for long.”
“Why do you mock me?” I asked him, still thinking he was a god. “Have I not suffered enough. Smite me now and be done with it.” I told him. To my surprise he laughed.
“I had nothing to do with this. But I did see what they did. You are a lucky man.” He told me.
I couldn’t understand how he could say that I was lucky. My wife and child gone, my village destroyed while I lay helpless. “How can you call me lucky?” I asked him.
“Because little brother, I have come to offer you life. And revenge on those how took your village.” He said with amusement. It seemed like he was enjoying this.
“Are you Loki?” I asked, wanting to know which god he was. For surely a man this handsome must be a god.
The man laughed again, “No, I am not Loki, or any other god.” The man said. “Now, you have a choice to make. You can die of this illness, I can put you out of your misery, or I can save you by giving you immortality and you can get your revenge on those who have ended your line of people.” The man told me.
I was confused but what he said stirred my soul. I was dying, my family was dead and I longed to join them but the thought of revenge on those who had killed my Kelie filled me with joy. “Immortality how? If you are not a god.” I asked him.
“Do not worry about the means, worry about the end. What say you little brother?” the man said. He looked like he was getting impatient for my answer.
“I choose immortality and revenge.” I told him in a low voice. The smile that came across his lips was infectious and I could not help but smile as well.
“This is going to hurt very much.” He said. And before I could say anything else he had sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was intense as my blood began to burn through my veins. I screamed as the pain grew more and more unbearable. I felt myself growing weaker and thought I would surely die when he groaned and pushed me roughly away. That’s the last thing I remember before waking up with the most terrible thirst I have ever felt in my life.
I learned the name of my savior was Eirik, later to be known as Erik Corinthian. He taught me his ways, feeding on animals. We travelled Europe as he build a coven. We grew to be like brothers and came to call ourselves such. The fact that his name is phonetically similar to my twin brothers, helped a lot. In my heart, Erik is my brother and I will kill anyone who tries to harm him. He sometimes says my dark side it a little to prevalent, but he loves me no less.
We recently received a plea from a good friend in Forks Washington, asking us to help protect the mythical community in that area. We agreed to move there to help out.
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you belong to?[/glow]
I ‘m part of the Corinthian Coven.
[glow=red,2,300]Where to you live?[/glow]
I usually live at the Corinthian Compound in Texas but right now I live in Forks, Washington.
[glow=red,2,300]Are you in school?[/glow]
Oh hell no….
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]So, what do you like to eat?[/glow]
Chimpanzee.
[glow=red,2,300]What foods make you hurl?[/glow]
Anything that’s not blood.
[glow=red,2,300]What do you like to do?[/glow]
I enjoy working for my brother, killing bad guys, protecting my family, wood carving, fishing, and dinner parties.
[glow=red,2,300]That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?[/glow]
I tend to seem evil to others, however, deep down I’m not. I have a lot of pain in my heart and I owe everything to my brother so he is the center of my world and my attention. I keep myself guarded and appear menacing to keep people away from me. I lost my wife and son and the pain still stabs at my soul and tortures me. My only reason for living is my brother.
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s so good about you?[/glow]
I am good at what I do. I am loyal to my family. I keep to myself and don't bother anyone. I am able to take out a target swiftly and without remorse if it is what my brother wants. I happen to be a very charming fellow.
[glow=red,2,300]Do you have any flaws?[/glow]
I have a bad temper. If you cross my brother or anyone in his family, I will kill you, without thinking twice. I have a dark side, I enjoy killing those who threaten my family, I won’t let anyone get close to me except my family.
Other:
[glow=red,2,300]What else can you tell me?[/glow]
The Gods took everything from me, except my tears. I can cry but I have tears of blood. I do not like mirrors.
[glow=red,2,300]Can you do anything cool?[/glow]
I can walk through walls and make any part of my body phase through objects.
[glow=red,2,300]Show us your stuff.[/glow]
I already have.
