Post by milo on Jan 7, 2011 18:24:12 GMT -8
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★ AGE: 315
★ GENDER: Male
★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Homosexual
★ HEIGHT: 5'9
★ WEIGHT: 130-140
★ JOB: At one time was a Voodoo practioner
★ RACE: Vampire
★ FACTION: None, with his issues he'd cause too much trouble for a faction to have time to deal with.
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Your ★ Beauty,
Appearance,
He tends to keep himself rather nicely dressed, feeling no need to blemish his clothes, so if something happens to them, he burns them. Call his habits strange, but it could be related to the OCD he has so severely.
Generally he wears 3 piece suits, just for the name. He tears some parts off, generally his sport coat is the first thing to go. He finds them annoying and he gets hot rather easily, or he assumes he does. He never was a cold natured person, even when he really was a person. He is hot tempered and assumes that makes him hot natured whether this is truly the case or not.[/ul]
LIKES +
★ The Number 3
★ Tarot cards
★ Being left alone
★ Voodoo
★ New Orleans, LA
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DISLIKES -
★ The Number 3
★ Groups of people
★ His family
★ Others like him
★ Being questioned
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POSITIVE TRAITS +
★ Loyal if given enough time to trust
★ Willing to help sometimes
★ Intellect
★ Sharp dresser
★ Generally a happy vampire if left alone.
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NEGATIVE TRAITS -
★OCD
★ Violent
★ Woman hater
★ Volatile
★ Quick to judge
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
In general, his personality is much comparable to a cat. He is quiet, and stealthy, but to be more specific, he is like that of a Siamese cat. He is regal at times, and feral and cruel at others. He tends to pick one person to stick to, and he will stick by them for anything. He can be beautiful, and he can be dangerous, it just depends on his mood. And, it doesn't take much to set him off.
He also tends not to like water, and has issues with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Everything he does is done in threes, he has been like this since birth, and there is nothing one can do. He thinks, eats, functions really in threes. If someone messes up the pattern is generally when he turns violent and will stop at nothing to right the wrong created when three was obstructed.
He can't stand people being in his space for a long time. He can't just deal with it. He doesn't know how, and he gets violent. He will tell you if he does not like something you did, how you did it, or if he just doesn't like you. He's a jerk, but he could care less what most people thought of him, that attitude is how he has lasted this long, and he doesn't intend to change his part now. .[/ul]
Background ★ Info,
History,
His father was a fishermen, and wasn't at home much. Though when he was the family had a small farm, but only enough to sustain themselves. More or less a bit of live stock, and bought most of their other food, not much for a farm. His parents thought him a mistake because of his seemingly useless disposition. He was a late walker, talker and what would have been fine by other times standards was a burden to his family as it was.
His brother Danzig was an Adonis compared ho himself. He grew up skinny and pale. His hair was stringy, and his eyes were placid against his pasty face. His sister was also a real beauty, he just wasn't. He fell in the ugly side of the gene pool. His eyes were rather sunken in, and he wasn't a pleasure to look at or talk to. His voice was high pitched, and sounded a bit feminine. He wasn't an easy thing to marry off, while the other children were.
One night, he was sent out to chase a loose dog. He went without a fight due to the beating he knew he would endure if he didn't. He met up with a strange blond man as he was walking. The man's name was Nacar, and he turned out to be a vicious murderer, and he soon claimed young Milos.
Milos awoke to find himself in the dark. He paniced, scratched his hands raw clawing at the wood above him. He was finally able to get the wooden box open, and as he did, the box was sent clattering to the floor. He screamed, and he scared everyone in the church where his fuenral was being held. The men looked angry, some women fainted and children cried. He was seized by shirt lapels and he was dragged to the gallows. He was accused of being a witch, and then hung. He was left to hang, and he just stood still, holding breath he didn't need. As those of the town started to move away, he couldn't take it anymore, and he started to sway, and the rope fell. He landed on his face, and he moved on out of Massachusetts, never looking back. Salem only got worse, he found out later, so he left just in time.
He moved lower into the South, and he found the town of New Orleans. He lost himself in the Creole culture, and he didn't know what year it was, he lost his care. He dropped the "s" form his name, and he just became Milo.Voodoo became a large part of his life in the mid 1800's, he came into contact with Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. He picked up the practice faster then he had anything in his life or unlife. He was finally almost daresay normal in the community that mostly consisted of freedmen and Haitian refugees. He felt a pull towards the dark arts, and he loved to show it. He became some what of a showman about his arts, more so then others. He did, though, attend Mass in a Catholic Church, much to the amazement of others, being what he truly was. He was never able to accept any mass, being he wasn't Catholic(Or able to touch holy relics) but he was there, and he did enjoy the services. His respect for the Queen stretched on after her departure from Earth, as many do to her grave even today, he marked himself with 3 Black X's, as others did when asking her for favors on her tomb.
The only person in his eyes who ever accepted him died in 1835. He kept mostly to himself after her death, but he would kill when he needed to. Times changed and wars started to spring up around him, and the rednecks from the area around where he lived started to cause problems. The intigators in the state of South Carolina started it. December of 1860, the world he lived in shifted. He avoided the war for the most part, though most of the men left and his disdain of women was nearly the death of him when he would go for days on end without feeding merely because he couldn't deal with the taste of a woman. He would stray from his comfortable city and look for deserters or a soldier on holiday. He would not eat a woman if he could help it, he never could understand why he hated woman so much, he supposed it went back to the hatred he truly felt for his mother favoring the other children and never having cared about him, or it could have just been the fact he was just that gay; he never was really sure.
His luck changed in late April of 1862. The North under General Butler took over New Orleans and replenished his supply of men to eat. He often laughed at the strict laws put in place and how it affected the haughty Southern Bells of the time, and it got him through the rest of the war and got his food supply back to the norm for him so he was satisfied.
Reconstruction meant nothing to him, he kept to himself so much the times passed just as they always had. He heard of other wars, and disregarded them just as he had all others. He lived in the shadows, and could have cared less what happened to anyone else. The century turned again, and the times stayed the same for him as they always had been. He didn't care for prohibition, he liked his alcohol, but it didn't last long. What's ten or so years when you've lived several life times? He kept out of politics anyhow, but he did enjoy reading the papers when it talked about women's rights. What a joke.
The War Worlds went unnoticed to him, though he had his same issue of lacking in the food department and he started praying on the injured he could get a hold of, and the elderly. Once the wars were over, he changed with the times, changed his clothes to go unnoticed, and he slipped in and out of cities just being alone, and happy being alone.
He killed in 3s the better part of his life, never siring though. He never left one member of a family alive. He didn't believe they deserved to live if they crossed him. His favorite targets were beautiful men, like his brother. Though, since becoming a vampire he grew more attractive, he wasn't anything like his tan, muscular brother, but he killed those like him as spite of sorts, and this, he continues to do, when he feels the need.
★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: Was more or less an accident, when he was wandering one night he lost a fight wtih a larger man, and he was bitten, and in an attempt to escape, he bit his sire hard enough to break the skin.
★Circumstances of Faction Initiation: N/A
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The ★ Puppeteer,
★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU?Rory
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? PM
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? Proboard Ad
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FACE CLAIM
[color=e10e3f]★[/color] [b]WAY,GERARD[/b], [s] Milos Orrin Morrissey Derrall[/s]
The ★ Copyright,
Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥
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