username: Alaric_Voranth
name: Alaric Christoph Mikhail Voranth
nickname: Al, Chris, or Mike
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
personality: Calm, cool, and collected. He almost never loses his head when threatened. He's kind and caring, even though he doesn't look it. He kind of has a slight drinking problem. And when he kills... it is only done out of survival, not for sport.
history:
It was a cold, rainy night. Everywhere you looked, sin and distruction was going on. Little did everybody know that there was more to see than what was on the surface. Alaric knew what was under the surface, and didn't want to go back. On the other hand, He missed in indulging in the sins like sinking his teeth in the flesh of a human or inflicting pain upon unwarry travelers. As Alaric walked, his black lether trenchcoat flapped in the chilling wind. His footsteps making long eerie echos upon the ground mixed with the flapping, giving an omnious air about him. He came to a set of dubble-doors and thought,'The local pub. The watering hole where fools and criminal alike come to relax.' As he entered, the bartender noticed him and set a glass out filled with vodka and had set the bottle next to it. "I'll drink this out side." Alaric told the barkeep. The barkeep just nodded and turned away as Alaric headded to the doors. "Ahhh... nothing like crisp, wet air and vodka to get rid of the stress." He said to himself. As he started to cross the street, a vehicle swerved across the road and upon the sidewalk, almost hitting him and crashing into the parks' brick wall. With tremendous Speed and strength, Alaric pulled the driver out of the flaming wreckage and had him sit up against the wall. A large pool of blood had formed quickly by the drivers' side. Alaric knew he wasn't going to make it, so he gave the driver a belt of vodka. The driver tryed to tell him something, but Alaric told him to save his breath. So, with the last fleeting moments, the driver handed Alaric a letter as his breathing and pulse stopped simultaniously. Over the next couple of days, Alaric contemplated on opening the letter. He finally thought 'to hell with this', and openned it. It was a winning ticket to a contest he never even heard of! He shrugged it off as he got ready to head for the pier to catch the boat so he could clame the prize that the man left with him.
weapons: Teeth, Claws, 9mm. Barretta, and a Katana.
race: Lycanthrope
apperence:
side: Undead(?)
((Sorry I'm a little late. Can I still join?))
LOL I'm listening to Metal xD
