Gaian Name
Trilkethean
Name
Alcatran
Age
The vampire appears to be about the age of 17. In truth, he is closer to the age of 400, but even Alcatran is unsure of his true age. He lost track a long time ago.
Gender
Alcatran is male.
Race
He is a Vampire.
Appearance
Alcatran is about 6'2" and weighs 178 lbs. He is tall and lean in appearance, and as graceful as he can be. The orbs that light his face are always a bright emerald green that hides his emotions, but with the narrowing and widening of his eyes some can be predicted. His hair is a dark brown that is highlighted by a whitish blonde. It is shaggy and falls into his eyes a lot. He is muscular, and it shows under the slightly baggy clothing that he wears. Alcatran often wears dark clothing, which isn't very surprising as he prefers night to day.
Personality
Alcatran is a goof at times, and more serious at others. He loves to pull pranks on others, but at the same time will appologize and make sure to not prank them again. He only does that once, and he hasn't messed up yet. One of his favorite past times is staring up at the night sky and trying to figure out which star is which. Since he's not too old, he knows that he can still enjoy the peaceful times that have been awarded him.
He's also very adventurous and loves to wander around. He never stays in one place long and always has stories to tell. Alcatran loves to be around anyone who will respond to his actions. One of his biggest fears is an unresponsive audience, so he attempts his best to amuse others. If angered, he will hesitate before he uses his fists. He had to get used to being around people who would antagonize him, so he learned quickly how to hide his true feelings.
One of his favorite times of day is dusk, when he just has to be careful how long he waits before emerging into day. He loves the colors that are involved in the changing times and still hasn't grown bored from the amusing past time. Anytime he gets a chance, he will go out and relax, or he'll walk toward the sun till it hurts and then he'll recline somewhat haughtily and continue to watch.
History
Alcatran came from a wealthy family, and he was given two choices. He could stay and become a priest, or he could leave by himself and never come back. He vowed to leave and return to conquer the castle one day, but he never imagined it would have turned out as it had. Once he had become a vampire, he took the time to kill every one of the people in the castle who had caused him to be sent away. His stepfather was the first to go, the next was his birth mother. He felt no pity for any of them, as they had shown him none before. He now roams around trying to find somewhere he can stay that no one will bother him at.
Picture
I don't have one...sorry!
Example Post
This is actually something that I wrote awhile ago, but I edited it to suit Alcatran. No, he doesn't swear that much, I was just angry when I wrote it.
Hard eyes narrowed with anger as the young man glared at his stepfather. He was furious that the man had given him two choices. “Join the clergy, or leave.” His father hadn’t been a priest, he had been a nobleman. His deceased father would never forgive him for choosing that lifestyle. He wouldn’t stay, he hadn’t planned on it. He wanted to get out, and it had been only the fear for his mother that caused him to continue to remain.
“You know it’s for your own good. You really should choose the clergy,” his stepfather had said almost as if he was trying to console a horse to take a drink of poison.
“I don’t care if it’s for the good of the d*** kingdom. I won’t be some sissy priest in a d*** church. Forget you, forget your suggestion. If you hadn’t tricked my mother into marriage, I never would have had to be here in the first place,” he had snarled in return. He was taller and more muscular than his stepfather, and had no doubts about who the victor would be in a physical fight. He knew better than to try though, and his breathing quickened with anger as he thought about the reason. Lavant, his stepfather had more bodyguards than he needed, but that didn’t bother anyone. It bothered Regent though, mainly because Lavant used his mother’s money to buy them, to pay them, to harbor them.
“I am Alcatran, son of Garlon, and I will not even attempt to let you tell me what to do,” he had continued, his voice still full of fury and anger. Grief had almost overwhelmed him, but he knew that his mother no longer cared.
Alcatran sighed in the darkness of the night, he still had his own chambers, but soon that would be gone. His mother was expecting a child within the month, and Lavant wanted him gone, only to make sure the baby wouldn’t have to deal with ‘an upstart who was too big for his britches’. He felt himself shudder with anger at the phrase his mother had used so coldly. Regent was disgusted with his mother, and with the man who was in the place of his father. Mentally, he continued snarling, but he shook himself to clear his mind of those thoughts. He had to get out, and there wasn’t anything he could do for his mother, there wasn’t anything he could do for himself except leave.
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