Post by Reno on Oct 28, 2009 20:43:11 GMT -6
Name: Reno.
Age: 4999
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Hails From: Castle Faratu
Weapons: silver dagger and his own two fists.
Abilities: Incredible strength. Climb up walls and jump long distances with the ability to drift through the air. Enhances senses and speed. Telepathy only currently.
Companions:None.
Occupation: Street Performer and Assassin.
Appearance: Tall, dark and buff. Or the first one is true. Reno is a tall vampire, but as pale as any of them. His skin never sees the sunlight which is for good purpose, he does not usually feel like bursting into flames after all. He stands at 6’3 and is a bit lanky, if not toned as any vampire is. He always wears black pants and a white shirt with an overcoat that is black fabric as well. His hair is vibrant red , short everywhere and always in a messy style. He has a long ponytail in the back that’s usually tied down. His eyes are normally black until the bloodlust comes, and they grow vibrant red to warn others and himself.
Personality: Reno. A Vampire with no soul but all the charm of a prince. He’s Cocky, ignorant and an all around smartass. Everything he does is for humor or money. Life is a big joke to him, after all he is immortal and doesn’t have to worry about all that much, not like his food source ever runs out. Whether it be juggling for laughter or killing for money, it never really matters to him and is emotionally the same. Everything is a game. Everything. He does not feel anything but the enjoyment of whatever it is he does, and does not feel for anyone or thing other them himself.
His one motto is that one can never rely on others, and he sticks to it. His jokes and humor make sure no one gets close, and if ever he was threatened with such a thing he knows just the right way to push them away. Reno always enjoys out smarting and out tricking others, whether it be with his magic tricks or with their life. After all, everyone is expendable right? Unless they make him laugh or intrigue him, (even then it depends on the price), they were expendable. He hated people. He hated others. They were all so serious all the time, way too serious for his liking, didn’t’ anyone know how to have fun anymore?
History:
His human life was filled with remorse and since before he could remember he had always been alone. Reno never knew what happened to his parents, but he also did not try hard to really find out. Who cared anyways, the past was the past. As a young boy he was placed with a young family, a poor family that could barely afford to feed him. So they didn’t. Well as little as they could do. He stayed there until he was strong enough to be sold, at which point he became a slave and a dishwasher and was tortured daily. One day he had enough, he had always enjoyed making people laugh, so he made a plan one day to break out with one of his only friends.
The friend ratted him out, of course. He was caught and was told he had stolen coin, which really his friend had done. Bitterness dwelled in him while he was carried off to live as the guilty party. Jail was not something he enjoyed, and the first chance he got he broke a guards neck and escaped. He ran off into the streets. After all, it was safest. His mother and father abandoned him. His fosters sold him. His owners despised him. His friend betrayed him. Best be alone.
He was a nobody. A street rat with nothing to lose and everything to gain. A juggler and a magician that stood post in the wee hours of the night attempting to entertain for money..or food.. or shelter.. actually, anything. One night he was standing and juggling six balls with no one around except a man that was standing there. Creepy and staring at him with blood red eyes and a dark demeanor. ”Eitha pass tha’ coin or git outta my way” the juggler screamed at him with a smug look. The stranger whispered something to him that seemed to go right in his ear, yet the stranger was meters away. Something about him giving Reno something more. Something better.
Before Reno could even blink he was knocked out and taken to what reminded him of a dungeon. No sunlight. No windows. Nothing. That was when it all began, the torture of becoming what this stranger wanted as a pet. A vampire he told him. Reno was under direct orders, and at first he thought is was a cool concept, but soon got weary of the rules. Weary of being told what to do. When his change took place, it only took him a few moons cycles to realize this was not what he wanted. He learned how to feed, he learned how to climb, he learned how to fight. Reno became stronger and as he became stronger his need to escape was growing as well.
A fire was set ablaze in the dungeon, and Reno escaped while the vampires body was left to turn to ash. The first thing he did on his way out was kill a street performer, stole his equipment and disappeared. Living only at night and without any shelter. He was different, he was changed, but so long as he walked around and could blink his own eyes he would always be alone. It was what he had to do, because it was what he always had. People and others always screwed you over, and trust was a fools gold. So why waste life? He was the only important thing to himself, so why not enjoy it. Life is so repetitive, especially when an emotionless and broke vampire. One can only assume to know what Reno is doing now . . . actually, quite literally probably on a street corner.
Age: 4999
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Hails From: Castle Faratu
Weapons: silver dagger and his own two fists.
Abilities: Incredible strength. Climb up walls and jump long distances with the ability to drift through the air. Enhances senses and speed. Telepathy only currently.
Companions:None.
Occupation: Street Performer and Assassin.
Appearance: Tall, dark and buff. Or the first one is true. Reno is a tall vampire, but as pale as any of them. His skin never sees the sunlight which is for good purpose, he does not usually feel like bursting into flames after all. He stands at 6’3 and is a bit lanky, if not toned as any vampire is. He always wears black pants and a white shirt with an overcoat that is black fabric as well. His hair is vibrant red , short everywhere and always in a messy style. He has a long ponytail in the back that’s usually tied down. His eyes are normally black until the bloodlust comes, and they grow vibrant red to warn others and himself.
Personality: Reno. A Vampire with no soul but all the charm of a prince. He’s Cocky, ignorant and an all around smartass. Everything he does is for humor or money. Life is a big joke to him, after all he is immortal and doesn’t have to worry about all that much, not like his food source ever runs out. Whether it be juggling for laughter or killing for money, it never really matters to him and is emotionally the same. Everything is a game. Everything. He does not feel anything but the enjoyment of whatever it is he does, and does not feel for anyone or thing other them himself.
His one motto is that one can never rely on others, and he sticks to it. His jokes and humor make sure no one gets close, and if ever he was threatened with such a thing he knows just the right way to push them away. Reno always enjoys out smarting and out tricking others, whether it be with his magic tricks or with their life. After all, everyone is expendable right? Unless they make him laugh or intrigue him, (even then it depends on the price), they were expendable. He hated people. He hated others. They were all so serious all the time, way too serious for his liking, didn’t’ anyone know how to have fun anymore?
History:
His human life was filled with remorse and since before he could remember he had always been alone. Reno never knew what happened to his parents, but he also did not try hard to really find out. Who cared anyways, the past was the past. As a young boy he was placed with a young family, a poor family that could barely afford to feed him. So they didn’t. Well as little as they could do. He stayed there until he was strong enough to be sold, at which point he became a slave and a dishwasher and was tortured daily. One day he had enough, he had always enjoyed making people laugh, so he made a plan one day to break out with one of his only friends.
The friend ratted him out, of course. He was caught and was told he had stolen coin, which really his friend had done. Bitterness dwelled in him while he was carried off to live as the guilty party. Jail was not something he enjoyed, and the first chance he got he broke a guards neck and escaped. He ran off into the streets. After all, it was safest. His mother and father abandoned him. His fosters sold him. His owners despised him. His friend betrayed him. Best be alone.
He was a nobody. A street rat with nothing to lose and everything to gain. A juggler and a magician that stood post in the wee hours of the night attempting to entertain for money..or food.. or shelter.. actually, anything. One night he was standing and juggling six balls with no one around except a man that was standing there. Creepy and staring at him with blood red eyes and a dark demeanor. ”Eitha pass tha’ coin or git outta my way” the juggler screamed at him with a smug look. The stranger whispered something to him that seemed to go right in his ear, yet the stranger was meters away. Something about him giving Reno something more. Something better.
Before Reno could even blink he was knocked out and taken to what reminded him of a dungeon. No sunlight. No windows. Nothing. That was when it all began, the torture of becoming what this stranger wanted as a pet. A vampire he told him. Reno was under direct orders, and at first he thought is was a cool concept, but soon got weary of the rules. Weary of being told what to do. When his change took place, it only took him a few moons cycles to realize this was not what he wanted. He learned how to feed, he learned how to climb, he learned how to fight. Reno became stronger and as he became stronger his need to escape was growing as well.
A fire was set ablaze in the dungeon, and Reno escaped while the vampires body was left to turn to ash. The first thing he did on his way out was kill a street performer, stole his equipment and disappeared. Living only at night and without any shelter. He was different, he was changed, but so long as he walked around and could blink his own eyes he would always be alone. It was what he had to do, because it was what he always had. People and others always screwed you over, and trust was a fools gold. So why waste life? He was the only important thing to himself, so why not enjoy it. Life is so repetitive, especially when an emotionless and broke vampire. One can only assume to know what Reno is doing now . . . actually, quite literally probably on a street corner.
