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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 1:58 pm
Table of Contents
If possible can critiques be pm'd just in case they're like, really bad *lol*
1. You are here.
2. Learn about me.
3. A character design.
4. General Information
5. A look into the past. (Part one, the Coven)
6. Transitions (Part two, You shall be saved)
7. The Present (Part three, No inbetween)
8. Personal notes for me (Names and Places)
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:27 pm
This is me.
You can call me Kor.
I'm married to Yousei Akki.
I have a daughter, she's fourteen
*shock and horror* soon to be fifteen.
My hobbies are writing and CGI (non-proffessional)
I'm old enough to be the mother of a teenager...
I live in Upstate New York, but I'm originally from Detroit Michigan.
I've been roleplaying online for over ten years...
I tend to be a bit proud and yet self conscious at the same time.
I can be a bit emotional at times, but aren't we all?
I like to help, it makes me feel good to make other's feel good.
I love good art, good stories and good music....and especially good friends.
I am a Final Fantasy freak, but only for FVII. The other's I haven't had the opportunity to play or just didn't interest me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:47 pm
I wanted something out of the ordinary and while I'm not set to have this character if he doesn't fit into the SSoS, I hope at least I get a few strange looks and perhaps entertain you ^^
Lazarius by the end of the story and just prior to his entry into SSoS will have turned fourteen. His life has been difficult and frightening. If not only for the end of times, for the lifestyle that his mother has chosen to live out those last days. He was raised in a coven of 'Vampires' until he was twelve. While not truly vampires they did follow the ideals of vampirism. The drinking of human and animal blood, having their teeth modified so the canines would be longer and more threatening looking. Living a mostly nocturnal existence and dark midnight rituals to their Lord.
Events would take Lazarius from this place and into the home of his grandfather, determined to save the boy from the hellish upbringing that he's suffered through. Religeous fanatics of a different order, they believed that "The Rapture" was upon them and in time, if their faith proven true in this time of tribulations, they would be taken unto paridise. Lazarius was to be their ticket to heaven in their minds, who better to save and bring into the light then a true child of Satan?
This story takes place in the backwater hollows of West Virginia.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:55 pm
General Information
Name: Lazarius Xanders (Alexanders on Birthcertificate)
Age: 14
Gender: Male
D.O.B: 8/16/07
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Pale blue, nearly white.
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance:
Lazarius seems a bit malnourished, his limbs willowy and long. His pale face gaunt and a bit of darkness beneath his eyes from recent events. He looks like a boy who hasn't eaten or slept well in a while. His clothing is of a quality found in the cheapest bin in a second hand store. His hair lays in straight stringy strands around his face, barely reaching below the level of his chin and parted in the center, framing his haunting pale eyes.
Talents: Thinking of pyrotechnics, but he doesn't realise it yet as well as a perchance for the dark arts.
Flaws: He thinks he's a flippin' vampire *lol* Very proud and head strong. He has little trust for anyone at the moment, but this is a flaw that he may overcome. He is selfish and self centered, with very little sympathy for others. To him, no one can compare to what he has survived and no one, could ever understand. It doesn't matter, he's above it all anyway.
Personality: He hasn't always been quiet, but right now he's been through a lot and it will take him a while to come out of the shell he's thrown up to guard him. He is not hateful by nature but he does believe himself to be more then a mere human.... but again he believes that humans are more then just cattle as some in vampiric clans do. He is a watcher and a listener, having learned that it is best to know the situation you are in, rather then opening up yourself to potential danger.
The war, plague, both have had their effects upon him. But it is more through the actions of his elders then any personal experience with the aliens themselves. He was protected when their was an attack and has yet to see one of these creatures for himself. The coming of the Elves and the knowledge of other mystical races has further cemented the idea in his mind that he is indeed a vampire, regardless of how many times he's been told that there was no such thing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:56 pm
Bobbi Xanders never did well with being told what to do by her elders. She would do her best to fight against authority whenever it would rear it's ugly head in her face. Her father, Robert Alexanders, the man that she was named afterr and the reason she'd changed her last name, was the cruel fist of control that kept her at bay. Robert was a Pastor in a Pentacostal church, deep down one of the many hollows found in the hills of West Virginia. Fire and brimstone raged from his lips during sermons. Both within the church and within his home. Her life was always under harsh scrutiny and beatings were a common place for those whose parents believed that sparing the rod spoiled the child. Bobbi didn't have any little brother's or sister's to worry about during the confusion and mayhem that the begining of the Earthian wars caused. Even in that quiet little god fearing town. To many it was the end of the world, to Bobbi it was her chance to escape.
Bobbi ran away and lived on the streets of Pittsburgh during the warring and plague... Barely scraping an existence for herself, she'd began to prostitute herself for as little as a scrape of food. Filthy, unclean and nearly starving to death is how they found her. Her slight form plucked from an alleyway in the dark of night, believing that she was going to her death she'd fainted... only to find when awakened that she'd rose to a new life. A coven of Vampires had taken her into their fold and it didn't take much to seduce the young woman into the lifestyle that in essence saved her life. And for so little in return, she was fed... she was loved. So little... Just a bit of her blood was all that they asked for, a bit of her blood to offer her saviors immortality in return for all they had done. How could she refuse, this small price for bit of food in her belly, companionship... and a sense of safety in their numbers. Even if there were less then two dozen of them, Vampires and their donors both, it was so much more comforting then living in this world alone.
Less then a year later, Bobbi had a little boy, a baby with dark hair like her own and eyes so pale and blue, it was like nothing that she'd ever seen before. Not knowing who the father of her son was didn't matter much to her. They were his fathers, He was his Father, the dark Lord that watched over them all....kept them safe and led them to the seeming safety of Bobbi's old home.
They didn't live up the same hollow, they didn't even live within 20 miles of where she'd grown up but the hills of West Virginia were still her home. They found old abandoned shacks to live in, these were in plentitude. Over the years that Lazarius grew up in this strange community, improvements were made, hidden away in the back woods... Hiding themselves in the coal mines and deep woods whenever the aliens threatened to attack or there was even a hint that something foul would come upon them. They may have been under the influence of too much blood mixed in wine, and all the other 'necessities' mixed into them, but they weren't stupid. The elders of the coven saw to their safety, protecting them when need be and dying for them when necessary. Lazarius was a child of the coven, affection lavished upon him. Perhaps too much warmth, fuzzy smiles and clinging hugs from his mother and the other's that were his family. They taught him along with the other children that came into this new world. To read, to write... and especially how to survive. If only their lessons had been enough to protect them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:59 pm
The scent of a campfire? Laughter and music drew him out of his dreams... pale eyes slowly creeping open while a slender hand lifted to rub at his itchy nose. There was something going on, a party maybe? They had a lot of parties, here... every night was a party, or so it seemed to Lazarius. And then he remembered, his eyes growing wide he jumped from his bed, dark hair all a mess on top of his head as he'd start to dash around the room in excitement. He'd never had such a hard time getting dressed. He was so excited. Today he was going to become a vampire. Until now he'd just been under their care and protection. Occassionally making offerings of his life force to the elders. So potent it was, they had said, that only a p***k of the finger and a drop need be taken... anything more would be just far too much for any of them. He didn't know that they didn't want to hurt his feelings, that he was just too young to give that which they needed. He was their pride, the child that was claimed by every man in the coven as his own... though there were secret whispers that the boy heard, whispers that he was special, that he was indeed the son of the Dark Lord that watched over them.
None of that mattered now, his life was good, filled with love and support. Sure, it was scary that it was the end of the world but it was also the return of the fairy folk as his mother called him. The elves and what not, all species of man and what used to be myth joining to make a stand to fight for their right to live. Goddesses were waking, more and more was learned by him each day by the elders of the coven. One day maybe, he would go to help them, one day maybe all vampires will be accepted and the truth be known to abolish the lies and fears of their kind.
Jerking up his jeans, tattered as they were, at least they were clean. Lazarius went rip-roaring out of his room and into the house that he shared with his clan. He was going to become one of them today, truly one of them. He'd grown to the age of acceptance and now was the time for all the tests were passed. He'd shown remarkable intellect, or so they said, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He was about to become like those he'd loved all of his life.
His mother nabbed him by the upper arm, stopping him from rushing into the elders chambers all pellmell like that. Her hands, smoothing down his wild wispy hair, the young man bouncing on the balls of his toes, bursting with anticipation...
"I'm fine maaaaww, just lemme goooooo!... I'm gonna be late!"
Panicked a bit at the thought, his eyes a bit wild as he'd look up at his mother who was draping a cloak over his shoulders, smiling to show her own impressive fangs, though more for her amusement then other then to show off her dental workings.
"Calm yerself boy. Time ain't somethin' you need t'worry yerself 'bout no more...."
She was looking at him strangely, his brows raising as she looked as if she'd fall into a fit of tears. He went to say something but her finger pressed to his lips to silence him, she leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'm proud of ya boy, so very proud."
And then, he was being moved forward, towards the door that would lead him to his destiny. Whatever that may be.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:03 pm
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