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Joined: Feb 2008 Gender: Male  Posts: 0 Karma: 0 |  | Frost Walker « Thread Started on Feb 10, 2008, 9:14am » | |
Behind The Mask;; NAME; kittzy or kitten.
AGE; 17.
RP YEARS; 4-5 years, as of a week ago.
FOUND OUT WHERE; I was here before, playing my characters: Frost Walker, Xzeik Iero, ect. There were a few things happening, and I went into depression - but I decided to rejoin because mainly I missed a few of the people here.
About Frost Walker;; NAME; Frost Walker.
AGED; 18 [claimed], 16 [bitten], 120 [actual].
RACE; Vampire.
GENDER; Male.
ALLIANCE; Bad.
ORIENTATION; Straight.
DOB; Oct. 31st.
WORLD; Fuyu.
POWER; Mind Manipulation.
DETAILED APPEARANCE; Standing at exactly 6'1", and weighing in at 161lbs, Frost may or may not have a body worth looking at all that much - it depends on who you are; as if he would give a damn what you ever thought. Going on to the figure of Frost, he has broad shoulders leading to his thin yet muscular arms. He has rather thin wrists, and has nice, smooth, slender hands. His torso isn't bulky, but rather in a term 'flat'. He has strong jawlines, and a 'pretty' small nose that slops almost perfectly. His neck is long, and thin - but not too thin that it sets off balance. A blank, cold or scowling expression is usually worn on his face, but he does seem in better spirits when around his friends.
His skin tone is pale, almost like sheet rock sometimes; his skin is sensitive to the slightest touch. Frost may bruise, easily, but that's only because he gets into more fights in a month than in a whole year. He has no peircings, or tattoos, except a simple peircing on his left ear and not to mention the small tattoo that rests on the back, near his shoulder blade, which is of a elegant celtic cross; the tattoo was something he got the day before he was bitten.
Frost has dirty blonde hair, and one would consider that his hair is almost, from the looks of it, like shredded silk. His hair gently falls over his left eye, comfortably, "kissing his cheek." This is what people would simply call being 'emo'. Frost has almond shaped eyes, the color of violet, which are good since he is very expressive about his emotions. When thirst, or a hunting trip, is demanded his eyes shade to a dark, uninviting, onyx hue.
His attire is always fitting, usually designer clothes; he tends to wear both black and earth-toned t-shirts, unless it is a special occasion of any kind - then he pulls out the tuxedo. He always looks fashionable, like a model out of a magazine, although he thinks differently...
PERSONALITY; Frost is mostly quiet, only speaking if he feels the need to. However he has a sharp tongue, so if you anger him he will push you off the edge. He has the right to hate you automatically, the reasons are because he can. He never gives a clear answer, and usually dodges giving another the correct or clear answer - instead he gives indirect answers. There are few things Frost finds offensive, and it can be rather difficult to embaress him because he'll find some loophole and turn it around.
Frost likes a challenge every now and then, maybe one should say otherwise in a sense Frost gets himself into a tangle of dare, bets, and challenges. He can never seem to say no, unless it is unworthy of his standerds; meaning it depends in what type of mood he is in. It's likely that he will win, either way the bet swings.
When one enters, or rather gains his everlasting trust, he begins to act more of himself - that hidden chapter in that book which you skipped over countless times, or which you didn't know existed. Frost is considered to be 'quite the gentleman' which would be considered a complete and utter lie, because face it who could love something that is like everything else? There would be no chemistry. Besides, as it is Frost is the type of male you shouldn't be confessing love to, it's likely that he'll just deny you - in toher words you chances of getting rejected is high enough as it is.
HISTORY; Our history always begins with either a legend, myth, or maybe a short story to live it out, unless I am mistaken. Frost's history was once a simple myth; the myth that vampires existed. Everyone knows that's not true. Wrong, because it is true. All the myths, except for the one about cheese, is true indeed. There are simple things, and complicated, things in this world we are not capable of comprhending in other words we don't understand why. Why do they exist?
Frost was born on one cold, crisp, Haloween night. Thus taking place outside of any near hospital. His mother, Cat, raised him by herself - for sixteen years - until, finally, someone special had came into her own, lonely, life...
Right now, we're going to fast forward Frost's short-lived life to the night of his 'transformation'; he and his friends had been outside, that Haloween night, drunk and they were minors. It was the perfect prey for those bloodsuckers. They attacked, and only one peircing scream shattered through the night.
If anyone thought that anywhere would be safe with a newborn vampire on the run, they were looking death straight in the mouth. He was more terrified than amazed at what he had become. He out of all things was a coward. However, he was smart to run away from those closest to him. After those three, painful, days, he went on his own unspoken adventure.
It was after he had left the cities, was he founded. A young man by the name of Dean claimed him to be the son of Gabriel. Confused, Frost ignored the persistant young vampire. However, Dean grew on his nerves and so Frost followed him to what most vampires called home within the 'underworld' - though he had been rather reluctant at first. The deep, under ground, tunnels led to the opening entrance to what was beleived to be a castle.
Still, Frost went with what he thought to be Dean's facade. However, when he met Gabriel, something familiar about him clicked. It was the way he moved around, or perhaphs the fact that Gabe - if younger - was a duplicate of himself. When Gabe offered Frost royalty, he refused, and no more was said. The throne ended up being given to Ruben - a friend which Frost had accquainted with during his stay. Nothing else was said about it, and he began his next adventure...
That's the life and story of Frost Walker as far as anyone knows. He only lives for the thrills, as far as I'm concerned.
| ONE SHOT! TWO SHOT! THREE SHOT! FOUR SHOT! All I hear is gun shots! This is where the fun stops! |
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