Post by Havok on Apr 16, 2013 15:58:25 GMT -5
Presenting Havok
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Havok
Date of Birth / Age: 1266
Nicknames: Bloodsucker
Position: Gluttony (Vampire)
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Appearance: Havok stands around 5'11" and weighs about 135 pounds of muscle. He is lithe, slender and pale. Gray eyes sit above a perfectly placed nose, framed by dark lashes. Slightly pink lips set below the nose, often hiding the hint of a canine. Havok's hair is white from the roots to the ends, naturally. When angry, his eyes turn red. Havok can usually be seen in dress shoes, shirts, and pants; gray in color. He just prefers them, but sometimes he can be seen in blue jeans, black combat boots, and an button up white t-shirt. He isn't truly picky with his wardrobe. Havok often carries around a silver colored gun, his favored weapon.
Face Claim: Zero Kiryu
CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Strengths
- Blood: He feeds on this to keep himself strong, and it can heal wounds that most medicines and surgeries cannot.
- Fear: He bathes in it, and it often makes him more confident.
Weaknesses
- Women: He cannot stand a woman being mistreated or being hurt, and often just has to defend them no matter the cost.
- Sunlight: It weakens his healing capabilities, luckily, he has adapted to it over the centuries and doesn't have trouble staying out in it.
- Beheading: Basically, it kills him.
- Silver: For some reason he is highly allergic to it. If it touches him he will immediately burn, and if it enters his bloodstream in high amounts it will kill him.
- Temper: His temper often gets the best of him, and he will attack without second thoughts. It is his worst flaw.
- OCD: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He has the urge to make everything perfect, even if it is barely out of place. He cleans a lot, and therefore this may stop him in battle if it irks him enough.
Personality : Havok is a very quiet individual and prefers to avoid social situations. He is anti-social, of course, and has a major temper problem. He is very violent when approached, trying to run those off that try and make conversation with him. He has a dry, morbid sense of humor and doesn't mind showing it. Despite this dark part of him, if befriended he is nice and polite, and only gives a few smart remarks. Havok can be a bit of an ass, and doesn't care to change himself. He is ignorant of others' feelings, and extremely arrogant.
OVERALL BACKGROUND
Father: Calhen
Mother: Marina
Siblings: None
Overall History: Born to two humans, he had a neat childhood. It wasn't overly boring or exciting. Havok's father had a good job and they were fed well, but Havok wasn't happy. Around his eighteenth birthday, he decided to run off. He left his home where his mother and father lived, never telling them. It was then his life went completely off track. Havok got into drugs and was strung out, and ended up in a dirty alleyway, surely dead to the world when a vampire found him. Havok was bitten and fed the blood, which began his transformation. When he awakened, he was thirsty and could hardly focus on anything but the sweet scent of blood. He didn't realize blood was what he needed, and so he began stumbling along the streets, searching for something to quench the undying thirst. Finally, he came upon a young couple walking home, and killed them, drinking their blood. His transformation complete, he continued on, walking along to find another victim.
Havok now resides in a one bedroom one bathroom apartment, happily alone.
Role-Play Sample
The night was dark, and Havok was extremely thirsty. Of course the city would be absolutely empty by the time the sun went down, and the male ventured out with a hole in his stomach. A soft, impatient sigh escaped his lips as he let his grayish orbs wander, searching for any potential prey. He wore a business suit, gray in color and crisply ironed, leaving no trace of any wrinkles.. that he could see. Havok was about to give up, when he noticed her. She was walking alone, in her mid 20's, a pretty blue dress and silver colored heels. He assumed they were stilettos, but fashion didn't really concern him anymore. Havok, being as thirsty as he was and wanting to quench his thirst quickly, began to follow her down the street. It was easy, so simple that he almost laughed as his hand clasped over her mouth, and the male drug her into the darkness of the alley nearest for a well deserved feast.
ALL ABOUT YOU
Nickname: Roxy
Age: 19
How did you find us: Blaze
