Post by Joseph Black on Jan 6, 2008 10:43:04 GMT 10
Name:
Joseph Black
Age:
Appears to be 20, but has been around for many, many years.
Gender:
male
Allegiance:
drifter
Race:
Vampire
Class:
assassin
Weapons of Choice:
long, pointed stiletto knife, and his own shining fangs.
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Appearance:
Joseph has the eyes of crystal, and the heart of iron.
His eyes are perhaps the brightest part of his appearance, they shine even brighter than a cold nights star. The blue illuminates his black iris, and only adds to the look of a black pin floating in a blue ocean. His hair accents these stunning eyes, black, and to Josephs preference, shaggy, with a long bang covering his left eye. Thanks to his Vampiric appearence, he has pale skin to offset this black hair.
Joseph prefers to dress in all black, but never poorly. His taste in clothing is always top of the line, and fashionable in all senses.
Personality:
Joseph is one of those people you just love to hate. Hes the one you cant get off your mind, hes the one your always slipping back to ponder. This is perhaps because of his eery glares and searching eyes, he prefers to look, rather than speak, which can be creepy and downright weird to some people. Joseph has always been quite, and this scares people sometimes. The silences he creates, and his icy glare never fail to create an intimidating impression. Joseph never used to be so quite, but years in an remote prison cell seems to take a toll on a person. Now he only speaks when he has to, and prefers to speak through his eyes. Joseph is smart, quick, and is forever two steps ahead of every situation. Unfortunately he has no sense of humor. Don't EVER try and crack a joke around him, all you will get is a blank stare and an insulted glare.
Role-Play Sample:
Joseph moved through the bar quickly, his eyes taking in the soft, dim glow of the tavern. He liked this bar, it was more homely, and the wooden floor looked comforting and accented the decor of the place. Yes, he appreciated that.
Moving to a stool, he carefully sat down, the few silver chains from his outfit jingling softly.
A bartender, one that looked as if he hadnt showered in weeks, came to wards Joseph, happy to see a new costumer. No, Joseph explained, he didn't want a drink.
Turning away from the bartender, he smirked, oh, he wanted a drink, but of a different kind.
His eyes positively glowing, Joseph scanned the small tavern for a victim, a helpless blood capsule for his waiting lips, a struggling damsel for him to capture.
His eyes finally stopped their feverish scan, and he smiled.
He'd just found his damsel.
a storm is coming
Joseph Black
Age:
Appears to be 20, but has been around for many, many years.
Gender:
male
Allegiance:
drifter
Race:
Vampire
Class:
assassin
Weapons of Choice:
long, pointed stiletto knife, and his own shining fangs.
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Appearance:
Joseph has the eyes of crystal, and the heart of iron.
His eyes are perhaps the brightest part of his appearance, they shine even brighter than a cold nights star. The blue illuminates his black iris, and only adds to the look of a black pin floating in a blue ocean. His hair accents these stunning eyes, black, and to Josephs preference, shaggy, with a long bang covering his left eye. Thanks to his Vampiric appearence, he has pale skin to offset this black hair.
Joseph prefers to dress in all black, but never poorly. His taste in clothing is always top of the line, and fashionable in all senses.
Personality:
Joseph is one of those people you just love to hate. Hes the one you cant get off your mind, hes the one your always slipping back to ponder. This is perhaps because of his eery glares and searching eyes, he prefers to look, rather than speak, which can be creepy and downright weird to some people. Joseph has always been quite, and this scares people sometimes. The silences he creates, and his icy glare never fail to create an intimidating impression. Joseph never used to be so quite, but years in an remote prison cell seems to take a toll on a person. Now he only speaks when he has to, and prefers to speak through his eyes. Joseph is smart, quick, and is forever two steps ahead of every situation. Unfortunately he has no sense of humor. Don't EVER try and crack a joke around him, all you will get is a blank stare and an insulted glare.
Role-Play Sample:
Joseph moved through the bar quickly, his eyes taking in the soft, dim glow of the tavern. He liked this bar, it was more homely, and the wooden floor looked comforting and accented the decor of the place. Yes, he appreciated that.
Moving to a stool, he carefully sat down, the few silver chains from his outfit jingling softly.
A bartender, one that looked as if he hadnt showered in weeks, came to wards Joseph, happy to see a new costumer. No, Joseph explained, he didn't want a drink.
Turning away from the bartender, he smirked, oh, he wanted a drink, but of a different kind.
His eyes positively glowing, Joseph scanned the small tavern for a victim, a helpless blood capsule for his waiting lips, a struggling damsel for him to capture.
His eyes finally stopped their feverish scan, and he smiled.
He'd just found his damsel.
a storm is coming
