Post by Elod Springfield on Jun 9, 2009 14:53:35 GMT -8
I hope it's alright that I combined the history and the RP preview 
, since I wrote the history like I would write an RP (writing out a timeline is just so boring and frustrating). It should be plenty long enough for both of them; I spent a lot of effort over it. If I need to write a separate RP preview though, just let me know.
Species: Vampire
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Elod Duane Springfield
Nickname(s): None, just Elod
Gender: Male
Age: 46, turned when he was 23, so still holds that appearance
Occupation: None
Sexuality: Bi, no preference
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Elod’s hair shines like golden wheat fields, only just brushing the top of his shoulders. All his bangs are neatly swept to the right side of his face. His hair is very straight, and is cut so it’s slightly longer at the back than it is at the front. He has hazel brown eyes with a few tawny golden flecks in them, and stands about five foot eleven inches. He has an average/slim build, so he isn’t much for strength.
Being a vampire, he has pretty pale skin, but he was never into looking tanned anyway. Elod likes having long pointed fingernails; but he tends to trim them when they get to around an inch from cuticle to tip. Elod keeps a well-kept, clean looking appearance.
s t y l e
Elod wears a dark red, tight-fitting sleeveless fleece shirt with a short turtleneck on it. His dark grey jeans reach almost to his ankles, and appear a little worn at the bottom of the pant legs. He wears a dark grey pair of sneakers and light grey cotton socks, but cares very little for either. He only wears them to keep away unwanted attention.
On top of these, Elod wears a dark olive trench coat that comes a mere inch or two from scraping along the ground. He likes to keep the collar up so he can hide behind it, to avoid people and the sunlight. The trench coat has dull brass buttons to button it up with, which Elod never uses except in cold weather; he prefers to have the coat flapping about. Elod has a few other changes of this outfit, and avoids wearing anything different.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s): Elod figures since he’s going to live forever, he may as well enjoy himself, so that is his primary ambition. He also has a secret ambition to find someone he can be lifelong friends with.
Fear(s): Being “burned” if he gets into a serious friendship/relationship with someone, being caught by a hunter, witnessing the end of the universe.
Flaws: Is reluctant to get into a serious friendship with anyone for fear of being “burned”, is highly opinionated and would rather be disadvantaged than sacrifice a personal belief, finds it easy to dwell on his errors and ignore his good qualities.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Elod is initially cautious when getting into a conversation, mainly due to his fear of being left if he gets into a close friendship. Once he’s been around a person for an hour or so though, he warms up and becomes very chatty. This tends to repeat every time he meets with someone, regardless of whether they’ve talked before; it just takes him a little while to get into “the zone”. Once he’s warmed up a bit, Elod is also fairly friendly and smiles a lot. If something triggers him into dwelling on his mistakes, Elod gets quite depressive until he can pull himself out of it, which is usually anywhere from a few hours to a day or two, but it has been known to last for almost a month on rare occasion.
After his first few initial shocks, Elod has enjoyed preying on humans, particularly human females. Elod has little interest in drinking animal blood, and feels it takes all the fun out of it. His favorite target locations are bars and clubs, where drunken idiots make for an easy meal. Elod also frequents these locations in the intention of finding a few one night stands to occupy his time. He tries to swap which areas he visits so not to call the attention of hunters to his presence.
h i s t o r y/R P p r e v i e w
The blaring bar music rang through Elod's ears as he served drinks. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered him; he had worked here for over a year now after all, but he couldn't help but feel particularly irritable today. He had just been told at the beginning of the evening that he was getting laid off. It wasn't difficult for Elod to understand why; people had been coming out less and less with all the talk of vampires and werewolves about, and the increasing number of killings. If he had the choice, Elod knew he wouldn't be out here either, but he needed the money; it was a matter of necessity. If he believed in a deity, Elod would've been blaming him for all this right about now; oh how convenient that would be, but he couldn't ignore this reality.
Elod had never been in a wealthy family to begin with, but without any college qualifications, it was near impossible for him to find better work. Elod knew he could've saved money for going to college, but it seemed like an unnecessary waste of money to him. Why should he pay thousands of dollars for, what, a piece of paper that said he was smart? It was enough for Elod that he knew all the necessary practicalities of life; he didn't need a certificate to succeed in this world. Elod's train of though was interrupted by a scraggly haired brunette asking for another drink. By the looks of her, she had already severely overdosed on alcohol, but Elod wasn't about to argue; he wasn't exactly a good example himself. As soon as Tom came on shift in five minutes, he was going to grab a large bottle of whatever he could get his hands on, and drink outside until he couldn't tell where was earth and where was sky.
Elod occupied his remaining time arranging the shelves and cleaning some glasses; the club was unusually empty today. It wasn't long before Tom walked in, patting Elod on the back and taking over the bar. "I heard you got laid off. Really sorry about that," Tom sympathized, smiling from behind his floppy brown hair. "Yeah," Elod shrugged, "I guess I'll live." With no time to waste, Elod whisked a bottle of vodka off of the dusty oak shelves and exited through the back door, it's mildly rusty hinges squeaking lazily as he swung it open. The cool night air and outdoors quiet calmed Elod's nerves a smite; he breathed it in deeply, settling against the cold brick wall by the garbage dumpster to have his hard earned drink.
The hard cork of the bottle made a satisfying pop when Elod's teeth yanked it out of it's position. He easily tilted back his head and downed a few large gulps of the burning liquid. Elod was starting to feel his senses numb already; good, exactly what he needed right now. It was only a matter of minutes before Elod had drained the entire thing, leaning onto the wall behind him as the world started to grow dizzy and dulled. A crooked smile broke across Elod's lips as he relished the familiar feeling. However, his moment was broken by a long blond haired figure walking towards him. He looked a little more like a man than a woman; and the clothes he wore were rich and fancy. What such a person was doing in a place like this, Elod couldn't begin to fathom. In this state, Elod was able to make out little else about him, but the man was clearly confused, at least by Elod's reckoning.
"Entrance is that way," Elod mumbled, barely coherent through the slur of his strung-together words; gesturing with his right hand in approximately the correct direction. The man seemed to take no heed, unfaltered, proceeding to walk up to Elod and lift him back to his feet. "Great," Elod could feel himself thinking, "Just what I need; some person giving me another lecture about getting a life and cutting back on the drinking." "Whatever advice you're going to give me, I'm not interested. I can do whatever the hell I please," Elod scowled, glaring at the stranger with great hostility. Before he even had time to process what happened, a sharp pain shot through Elod's body like molten fire. The shady figure was sinking his teeth into Elod's neck, obviously relishing every moment of his torturous pain. Elod wanted to cry out in agony and fear, but a sense of despair and darkness was overcoming him. One last gasp escaped his dying mouth before he fell into the shadows.
Elod awoke the next morning just after sunrise. He could feel his neck throbbing dully; but the brunt of the pain from last night had now vanished. Elod ran his fingers cautiously across the area where the wound had been; only to find it was gone. Maybe he had dreamt it all up, Elod thought to himself. It was easily possible he was confusing the pain in his neck with the throbbing hangover enduced headache that was now burdening him. It was equally possible he had hallucinated the whole thing; alcohol does strange things to the mind, especially when overdosed, Elod wouldn't have been surprised if it all turned out to be a figment of his imagination. Elod rose slowly to his feet, stepping groggily away from the shade of the building. The newly risen sun stung his skin like burning metal; it felt like he was about to get the worst sun-tan imaginable. Whatever it was, Elod didn't have the energy to reason with it; instead he strolled into a nearby magazine store, pretending to browse the shelves while he avoided the scorching heat of day.
It was while he was falsely examining the reading material on these shelves that Elod felt overcome by a strange hunger; it suddenly felt like he hadn't eaten in days. As he looked up, he felt his instincts focusing on the female shopkeeper, rather than the countless snacks and candies that lined the racks by the checkout counter. "Are you looking for something," she asked kindly, eying Elod expectantly. Elod could feel something boiling over inside him; before he could restrain himself, he found his fangs sunk deep into the human's soft flesh, the salty tang of blood had never tasted so good.
Elod's conscious mind chose this time to resurface; screaming at him to stop. His senses reawakened, Elod stumbled back in horror, staring at what he had just done. The woman wasn't dead; he had stopped just in time, but she was severely injured. She groaned, reaching feebly for the nearby phone to dial 911. In a panic, Elod whipped around and ran into the bathroom, locking himself in. Examining himself in the mirror, Elod easily spotted vampire like fangs; they stuck out like sore thumbs among the rest of his teeth. He hadn't dreamt that man up last night; this was really happening to him. Footsteps echoed from outside the bathroom door; likely hunters, they had probably heard the shopkeeper in pain. Elod flicked off the bathroom light switch and waited in complete silence, wanting more than anything for nightfall.
It felt like eons by the time it was once again dark outside. Elod exited the bathroom cautiously, closing the door behind him. The shopkeeper was gone, probably taken to the hospital by now. Elod slunk out the back door, heading toward the club. Maybe if he drowned himself in alcohol again he could forget about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. Inside the club, however, the crowd of human beings proved overwhelming for Elod's new instincts. He had eaten earlier, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't long before Elod found himself outside with the same drunk brunette he'd been serving drinks to last night; now it was her that was serving to him. Tired of fighting against his new self, Elod gave into the blood lust that clouded his judgment, sucking the life out of the girl until her lifeless limp body slumped to the ground; dead, or at least for a while, he didn't care anymore. Now that he was full, Elod realized he had never felt so good, he no longer felt the need for alcohol; he had a new fix now. Salty sweet, crimson, oozing; blood.
Other: Eats buttered toast with coffee every morning, out of habit; he’s being doing it since he was an early teen. Tends to live in other people’s houses that he’s killed, for lack of having his own.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope
, since I wrote the history like I would write an RP (writing out a timeline is just so boring and frustrating). It should be plenty long enough for both of them; I spent a lot of effort over it. If I need to write a separate RP preview though, just let me know.Species: Vampire
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Elod Duane Springfield
Nickname(s): None, just Elod
Gender: Male
Age: 46, turned when he was 23, so still holds that appearance
Occupation: None
Sexuality: Bi, no preference
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Elod’s hair shines like golden wheat fields, only just brushing the top of his shoulders. All his bangs are neatly swept to the right side of his face. His hair is very straight, and is cut so it’s slightly longer at the back than it is at the front. He has hazel brown eyes with a few tawny golden flecks in them, and stands about five foot eleven inches. He has an average/slim build, so he isn’t much for strength.
Being a vampire, he has pretty pale skin, but he was never into looking tanned anyway. Elod likes having long pointed fingernails; but he tends to trim them when they get to around an inch from cuticle to tip. Elod keeps a well-kept, clean looking appearance.
s t y l e
Elod wears a dark red, tight-fitting sleeveless fleece shirt with a short turtleneck on it. His dark grey jeans reach almost to his ankles, and appear a little worn at the bottom of the pant legs. He wears a dark grey pair of sneakers and light grey cotton socks, but cares very little for either. He only wears them to keep away unwanted attention.
On top of these, Elod wears a dark olive trench coat that comes a mere inch or two from scraping along the ground. He likes to keep the collar up so he can hide behind it, to avoid people and the sunlight. The trench coat has dull brass buttons to button it up with, which Elod never uses except in cold weather; he prefers to have the coat flapping about. Elod has a few other changes of this outfit, and avoids wearing anything different.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- Quiet
- Intelligent Company
- Alcohol
- Female Human Prey
- One Night Stands
Dislikes:
- The Vampire That Turned Him
- Mistakes
- Life
- Religion
- Society
Ambition(s): Elod figures since he’s going to live forever, he may as well enjoy himself, so that is his primary ambition. He also has a secret ambition to find someone he can be lifelong friends with.
Fear(s): Being “burned” if he gets into a serious friendship/relationship with someone, being caught by a hunter, witnessing the end of the universe.
Flaws: Is reluctant to get into a serious friendship with anyone for fear of being “burned”, is highly opinionated and would rather be disadvantaged than sacrifice a personal belief, finds it easy to dwell on his errors and ignore his good qualities.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Elod is initially cautious when getting into a conversation, mainly due to his fear of being left if he gets into a close friendship. Once he’s been around a person for an hour or so though, he warms up and becomes very chatty. This tends to repeat every time he meets with someone, regardless of whether they’ve talked before; it just takes him a little while to get into “the zone”. Once he’s warmed up a bit, Elod is also fairly friendly and smiles a lot. If something triggers him into dwelling on his mistakes, Elod gets quite depressive until he can pull himself out of it, which is usually anywhere from a few hours to a day or two, but it has been known to last for almost a month on rare occasion.
After his first few initial shocks, Elod has enjoyed preying on humans, particularly human females. Elod has little interest in drinking animal blood, and feels it takes all the fun out of it. His favorite target locations are bars and clubs, where drunken idiots make for an easy meal. Elod also frequents these locations in the intention of finding a few one night stands to occupy his time. He tries to swap which areas he visits so not to call the attention of hunters to his presence.
h i s t o r y/R P p r e v i e w
The blaring bar music rang through Elod's ears as he served drinks. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered him; he had worked here for over a year now after all, but he couldn't help but feel particularly irritable today. He had just been told at the beginning of the evening that he was getting laid off. It wasn't difficult for Elod to understand why; people had been coming out less and less with all the talk of vampires and werewolves about, and the increasing number of killings. If he had the choice, Elod knew he wouldn't be out here either, but he needed the money; it was a matter of necessity. If he believed in a deity, Elod would've been blaming him for all this right about now; oh how convenient that would be, but he couldn't ignore this reality.
Elod had never been in a wealthy family to begin with, but without any college qualifications, it was near impossible for him to find better work. Elod knew he could've saved money for going to college, but it seemed like an unnecessary waste of money to him. Why should he pay thousands of dollars for, what, a piece of paper that said he was smart? It was enough for Elod that he knew all the necessary practicalities of life; he didn't need a certificate to succeed in this world. Elod's train of though was interrupted by a scraggly haired brunette asking for another drink. By the looks of her, she had already severely overdosed on alcohol, but Elod wasn't about to argue; he wasn't exactly a good example himself. As soon as Tom came on shift in five minutes, he was going to grab a large bottle of whatever he could get his hands on, and drink outside until he couldn't tell where was earth and where was sky.
Elod occupied his remaining time arranging the shelves and cleaning some glasses; the club was unusually empty today. It wasn't long before Tom walked in, patting Elod on the back and taking over the bar. "I heard you got laid off. Really sorry about that," Tom sympathized, smiling from behind his floppy brown hair. "Yeah," Elod shrugged, "I guess I'll live." With no time to waste, Elod whisked a bottle of vodka off of the dusty oak shelves and exited through the back door, it's mildly rusty hinges squeaking lazily as he swung it open. The cool night air and outdoors quiet calmed Elod's nerves a smite; he breathed it in deeply, settling against the cold brick wall by the garbage dumpster to have his hard earned drink.
The hard cork of the bottle made a satisfying pop when Elod's teeth yanked it out of it's position. He easily tilted back his head and downed a few large gulps of the burning liquid. Elod was starting to feel his senses numb already; good, exactly what he needed right now. It was only a matter of minutes before Elod had drained the entire thing, leaning onto the wall behind him as the world started to grow dizzy and dulled. A crooked smile broke across Elod's lips as he relished the familiar feeling. However, his moment was broken by a long blond haired figure walking towards him. He looked a little more like a man than a woman; and the clothes he wore were rich and fancy. What such a person was doing in a place like this, Elod couldn't begin to fathom. In this state, Elod was able to make out little else about him, but the man was clearly confused, at least by Elod's reckoning.
"Entrance is that way," Elod mumbled, barely coherent through the slur of his strung-together words; gesturing with his right hand in approximately the correct direction. The man seemed to take no heed, unfaltered, proceeding to walk up to Elod and lift him back to his feet. "Great," Elod could feel himself thinking, "Just what I need; some person giving me another lecture about getting a life and cutting back on the drinking." "Whatever advice you're going to give me, I'm not interested. I can do whatever the hell I please," Elod scowled, glaring at the stranger with great hostility. Before he even had time to process what happened, a sharp pain shot through Elod's body like molten fire. The shady figure was sinking his teeth into Elod's neck, obviously relishing every moment of his torturous pain. Elod wanted to cry out in agony and fear, but a sense of despair and darkness was overcoming him. One last gasp escaped his dying mouth before he fell into the shadows.
Elod awoke the next morning just after sunrise. He could feel his neck throbbing dully; but the brunt of the pain from last night had now vanished. Elod ran his fingers cautiously across the area where the wound had been; only to find it was gone. Maybe he had dreamt it all up, Elod thought to himself. It was easily possible he was confusing the pain in his neck with the throbbing hangover enduced headache that was now burdening him. It was equally possible he had hallucinated the whole thing; alcohol does strange things to the mind, especially when overdosed, Elod wouldn't have been surprised if it all turned out to be a figment of his imagination. Elod rose slowly to his feet, stepping groggily away from the shade of the building. The newly risen sun stung his skin like burning metal; it felt like he was about to get the worst sun-tan imaginable. Whatever it was, Elod didn't have the energy to reason with it; instead he strolled into a nearby magazine store, pretending to browse the shelves while he avoided the scorching heat of day.
It was while he was falsely examining the reading material on these shelves that Elod felt overcome by a strange hunger; it suddenly felt like he hadn't eaten in days. As he looked up, he felt his instincts focusing on the female shopkeeper, rather than the countless snacks and candies that lined the racks by the checkout counter. "Are you looking for something," she asked kindly, eying Elod expectantly. Elod could feel something boiling over inside him; before he could restrain himself, he found his fangs sunk deep into the human's soft flesh, the salty tang of blood had never tasted so good.
Elod's conscious mind chose this time to resurface; screaming at him to stop. His senses reawakened, Elod stumbled back in horror, staring at what he had just done. The woman wasn't dead; he had stopped just in time, but she was severely injured. She groaned, reaching feebly for the nearby phone to dial 911. In a panic, Elod whipped around and ran into the bathroom, locking himself in. Examining himself in the mirror, Elod easily spotted vampire like fangs; they stuck out like sore thumbs among the rest of his teeth. He hadn't dreamt that man up last night; this was really happening to him. Footsteps echoed from outside the bathroom door; likely hunters, they had probably heard the shopkeeper in pain. Elod flicked off the bathroom light switch and waited in complete silence, wanting more than anything for nightfall.
It felt like eons by the time it was once again dark outside. Elod exited the bathroom cautiously, closing the door behind him. The shopkeeper was gone, probably taken to the hospital by now. Elod slunk out the back door, heading toward the club. Maybe if he drowned himself in alcohol again he could forget about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. Inside the club, however, the crowd of human beings proved overwhelming for Elod's new instincts. He had eaten earlier, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't long before Elod found himself outside with the same drunk brunette he'd been serving drinks to last night; now it was her that was serving to him. Tired of fighting against his new self, Elod gave into the blood lust that clouded his judgment, sucking the life out of the girl until her lifeless limp body slumped to the ground; dead, or at least for a while, he didn't care anymore. Now that he was full, Elod realized he had never felt so good, he no longer felt the need for alcohol; he had a new fix now. Salty sweet, crimson, oozing; blood.
Other: Eats buttered toast with coffee every morning, out of habit; he’s being doing it since he was an early teen. Tends to live in other people’s houses that he’s killed, for lack of having his own.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope
