Post by frost on Jul 25, 2014 5:53:18 GMT
Name: Frost
Race:Vampire
Description:
The man before you stands 6'3" tall. He is dressed in a pair of black trousers, a black dinner jacket, and pure white button up shirt.
He has a few pieces of jewelry can be seen, which bear markings few recognize. He is of average, athletic build. Lean muscle under expensive clothing. Raven colored hair hangs loosely just below his shoulders. All of which fades into the background as you catch his gaze, brilliant blue orbs studying you, seeming to rip away every single layer of your flesh until your soul is exposed to his gaze.
Background:
Frost was born Stefan, Youngest son to a rich family. He found himself void of responsibility, and seeking adventure. More often than not, adventure was more akin to trouble than the adventure you read about in books. Gambling debts, drunken brawls, fornication and anything else he felt like getting into. It was all too much for his family to deal with, their precious reputation could be tarnished by his actions, and they couldn't have that. Eventually they disowned him, and he found himself in the gutter without a cent to his name.
One fateful night, Frost found himself conversing with a strange woman. He didn't know why she was talking to him, but she was, and he wasn't complaining.. She was paying for the drinks after all. One thing lead to the other.. and a few hours later he was in the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his life, every organ, every cell was dying.... Or undying as the case may be. He had been turned into a vampire.. he didn't know what that meant at first.. all he knew.. was he was thirsty...
His sire said she had a treat for him, and lead him to his first meal.... Ironically.. The home he was to have his first vampiric meal in.. just happened to be the home he had his first human meal in.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 12
Physical attack:5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense:5
Agility: 5
Will: 9
Skills:
Hydromancy - 3
Arcane - 2
Equipment: Knife
Gold: 200
Race:Vampire
Description:
The man before you stands 6'3" tall. He is dressed in a pair of black trousers, a black dinner jacket, and pure white button up shirt.
He has a few pieces of jewelry can be seen, which bear markings few recognize. He is of average, athletic build. Lean muscle under expensive clothing. Raven colored hair hangs loosely just below his shoulders. All of which fades into the background as you catch his gaze, brilliant blue orbs studying you, seeming to rip away every single layer of your flesh until your soul is exposed to his gaze.
Background:
Frost was born Stefan, Youngest son to a rich family. He found himself void of responsibility, and seeking adventure. More often than not, adventure was more akin to trouble than the adventure you read about in books. Gambling debts, drunken brawls, fornication and anything else he felt like getting into. It was all too much for his family to deal with, their precious reputation could be tarnished by his actions, and they couldn't have that. Eventually they disowned him, and he found himself in the gutter without a cent to his name.
One fateful night, Frost found himself conversing with a strange woman. He didn't know why she was talking to him, but she was, and he wasn't complaining.. She was paying for the drinks after all. One thing lead to the other.. and a few hours later he was in the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his life, every organ, every cell was dying.... Or undying as the case may be. He had been turned into a vampire.. he didn't know what that meant at first.. all he knew.. was he was thirsty...
His sire said she had a treat for him, and lead him to his first meal.... Ironically.. The home he was to have his first vampiric meal in.. just happened to be the home he had his first human meal in.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 12
Physical attack:5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense:5
Agility: 5
Will: 9
Skills:
Hydromancy - 3
Arcane - 2
Equipment: Knife
Gold: 200