Post by Sanyu on Apr 5, 2009 20:33:48 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Teeders
Are you over the age of 13?: yes
Have you read and understood all the rules?: yes
In Character
Name: Sanyu (san-you)
Age: 28 forever though about 500 if you want to split hairs
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Special Power: extra speed
Father: Keiji
Mother: Aoko
Sibling/s: none
Partner: N/A
Appearance:
Sanyu is tall for his type of people. Standing six feet tall he was put off as the giant in his family. His brown hair is occasionally trimmed but is long considering he's a guy. Brown eyes and lean frame, he's fashionable but yet can sit around in cut off jeans and a t-shirt. Skin is blemish and scar free and could be considered a work of art. He puts little effort in keeping it creamy smooth though does use a daily moisturizer - just in case.
He walks pretty straightforward no real swagger unless he's just fed or trying to impress a lady - or ladies. The only product that touches his hair is shampoo and conditioner which he uses everyday since his feedings are usually messy. Most of his shirts have blood stains in them, that he tries to get out. Sanyu wears a wedding band - an in vain attempt to remember his late wife.
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Personality:
Sanyu is flirty at best, charisma is not his best talent but he manages. The only real time anyone can see this man 'loose his mind' is during the hunt and during passionate sex. Where his behavior can be described as animal like. Otherwise Sanyu is just an everyday normal man, except the needing to drink blood thing. He isn't much of a party goer and finds the whole scene a bit boring most times.
He's not easily manipulated but knows when superiors are in his presence. This man doesn't want power but will take it if handed to him. He keeps to himself most of the time rarely saying a word to anyone. The thrill of the hunt is always calling him and because of his speed, playing with his food is what he does best.
Biting them to watch the blood ooze out before drinking ravenously. Biting during sex is something he does quite often as well, though they heal or are already a leech. That blood he doesn't drink and doesn't mind being bitten back - only once though. Otherwise he won't hesitate to rip the woman's or man's head off. He's bisexual and isn't afraid to show it.
Strengths:
stealth
attractiveness
Weaknesses:
women
men
Mental Health: stable most of the time.
Likes:
sex
women
men
the hunt
Dislikes:
lengthy hunts
hunts that end too quickly
Past:
Sanyu grew up in Japan and was a very normal boy. He didn't have special talents and was always the bully's prey in elementary school. At 20 he moved to america to LA. He fell into the party scene for a few years going every night to raves and clubs. At 25 he met a woman and got married, they were both in love.
He was widowed at 27 and fell into a depression that seemed to last a life time. Through his friends he was pushed into a blind date that turned out to be wonderful. They dated and celebrated his 28th birthday together. All seemed going great until one night during an unusual steamy session she bit his neck playfully. Thinking nothing of it he playfully bit back, not noticing she had drawn blood.
After that night he slept for three days, his body changing in his unconscious state. When Sanyu awoke he found his body plagued with a thirst, that forced himself to slaughter three people in a pub. Soon he found himself moving every few weeks to avoid the cops but was eventually caught. Prison almost killed him, he wouldn't eat his dinner and guards kept finding dead prisoners in the laundry room.
When humans finally died out he escaped, killed what few people were left and began his 'afterlife'. He found friends like himself that didn't push their opinions on him. They did however dragged him to parties to try to be more social. Over the last 500 years, he's experimented with pretty much everything but likes the basics just the same. Drugs and alcohol never stayed with him much. Now he goes only to satisfy his thirst and maybe find a good fuck.
Sample Post:
The wind blew pass the mare's body making loose hair dance like slaves to music. A cloud of warm breath escaped Kee's nose as she peered over this cold stretch of land. Today was cold, dark, and cloudy. A perfect day, winter was soon on her way and Kee needed a place to occupy. Taking a deep breath another cloud mixed itself in the freezing air. Tossing her head, the mare's forelock draped delicately over her vision. Limbs moved in a delicate march, today was not a day to run. Sweat would only freeze to her coat making it harder for her body to stay warm. Tossing her head Kee stopped, looked around parted her jaws and emitted a loud shrill scream. Smiling she watched as the few remaining birds flew away to find a more quiet perch. The mare wanted someone to whisk in and take her away to some hell hole to call home. Only a fool would come calling to her wanting to wash her in the light of Glory.
Snorting Kee picked up her march again, she wasn't going to wait. Her mind wanted to explore this place more find places to hide - to ambush. Her form hungered for flesh and blood, the very thing that dark witch had denied her only days before. Sure Kee ate grass and other plants to sustain her equine form but she could barely control her other half. Grunting the mare broke out her walking shoes, something she rarely did. Her thoughts focusing back on that encounter. Saliva wetting her lips as she remembered the taste of his blood, This unknown stallion kept haunting her like a shadow, if only she had flicked her head any which way. Then his leg would have been severed and she could have eaten. Snorting ears folded back as jaws allowed another scream to pass, this time out of frustration. Kee stopped looked around listening - nothing. The air was too cold for her other half to venture out for a hunt. Nothing worth eating here anyway except the few patches grass - this grass. Lips moved along the ground plucking, chewing swallowing - something she did everyday; something she was tired of. If only she could satisfy the demon that drowned within her body. Cud was swallowed and the mare moved forward on her march. She wasn't foolish or crazy enough to trespass on claimed land, just yet. No, she needed to rest build up what strength she had before charging in guns a blaze.
The smell of water passed her nostrils and the more she ventured into the groves the hotter it became. The once cold mist was now dripping from her tresses, soaking them through. A faint shimmer caught her eye, pushing her way through Kee found the water. It's stench was hidden by the tightly packed groves something she hadn't expected. Eyes glared amused at the small shallow pond of cold water, air might be warm but the water was freezing. She could feel it. Snorting this water was undrinkable, millions of insect larvae swam here. Anyone who drank this was desperate, something she wasn't to the point of being yet. She couldn't fathom swimming in something so filthy or could she. Snorting the mare stood pawing at the muck on the shore resisting the primal urge to jump in. An always loosing battle none the less...
