Post by Stefan Joangrogri on Apr 24, 2010 7:19:51 GMT -8
Species:Hunter
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Stefan Joangrogri
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Occupation: Teacher/Instructor
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
s t y l e
He wears jeans and black t-shirts. He likes to go shirtless sometimes too though. He like the way guys wear their hair now, how it can be messy and no one cares. It makes it easier on them. He doesn't like to wear shorts, not even in summer. He usually just wears no shirt and jeans. He wears shirts during classes, though. It would be odd if he didn't.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s):To keep his students alive.
Fear(s):Being killed by a vampire. Or being alone forever.
Flaws: His eyebrows and his inability to get a girl.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Stefan has a very unique personality, yet somehow it is not very uncommon. Itis a combination of a lot of known people. He doesn't like gore, but has a feeling to protect. He gets attached to people easily. He has determination. He has a very loving heart and excepts people, except for vampires. Maybe werewolves if they aren't murderous. He often has a random tendency, and urgency, to kill. But not humans, just vampires.
He has a sigil on his forearm. It pumps and signals when a vampire is near. He has yet to find someone else who has one, but he searches often when he travels. He dosn't like to show it off, because it makes the kids in his classes rowdy. They get interested and then everything is chaos. He just keeps it a secret. He is also a good secret keeper.
h i s t o r y
Stefan had a normal life, unlike his students. He father was an engineer and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. He had two older brothers and a little sister. They grew up to be engineers and a stay-at-home mom. He had to get away from the cookie-cutter lifestyle somehow.
One day he decided to run away. He was seventeen. He left and found a man who was on the street, not as hobo but as a teacher. He was gathering studetns for his class. He was intersted in him, so he decided to go to this class. When he did go, it was amazing. It was a class for killing vampires. He had always thought they were fake. His father never believed in such stories, so his kids didn't either.
On the way to a class one day when he was nineteen he was struck by a man. A vampire. He bit him, but luckily Stefan knew how to fight back. He killed him, but was extremely wounded. He limped on to his master's, but fell to the ground a few blocks away. He awoke in a doctor's house. The doctor said that he had been bitten badly, but was still human. But there was a strange mark on his arm that kept lighting up. When Stefan looked at it, it was pumping up and down and lighting up like lights on Christmas. He left the house a few days later and told his master about it. He had nothing to say about it except it was called a sigil.
After his mentor died a few years after that, being the eldest in his class, he took over and has been teaching ever since. He has had many students graduate and are still alive today. So far only a fourth of his students hae been killed, that he knows of. That's pretty damn good for his standards.
Other: He was originally born in Iraq, but moved as a child to Canada. They then moved to America when he was about to turn ten.
R P p r e v i e w
Stefan took a deep breath. His arm was pulsating and he could hardly keep from running in that direction. He turned his head around the corner by his studio and there it was. Tall and blonde and leggy. She was gorgeous, but he knew he'd have to kill her. e tried not to make much noise as he paced forward. The girl turned from the dumpster and stared at him. Her brow furrowed. "Hello, may I help you?" She was trying to play nice. He knew what was in that dumpster. He'd seen her dump the body in there. He shook his head. "Only by dying," He said, pulling out his knife. He ran to her as her eyes widened and he mouth spread open, her fangs exposed. He plunged the dagger into her heart and she burst into flames. The knife fell to the ground as the ashes blew away in the wind and the smoke drifted to the sky. He picked up the knife. He sighed and put it back into his sheath. What a story he could tell the kids when they asked why he was late. Ayre would sure get a kick out of it.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who?
Ayre Tristansi
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Stefan Joangrogri
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Occupation: Teacher/Instructor
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
s t y l e
He wears jeans and black t-shirts. He likes to go shirtless sometimes too though. He like the way guys wear their hair now, how it can be messy and no one cares. It makes it easier on them. He doesn't like to wear shorts, not even in summer. He usually just wears no shirt and jeans. He wears shirts during classes, though. It would be odd if he didn't.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- Music
- Sports
- Women(but not in a perverted way...)
- Teaching
- Acting
Dislikes:
- Vampires
- Pop songs
- Fighting
- Chocolate
- Gore
Ambition(s):To keep his students alive.
Fear(s):Being killed by a vampire. Or being alone forever.
Flaws: His eyebrows and his inability to get a girl.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Stefan has a very unique personality, yet somehow it is not very uncommon. Itis a combination of a lot of known people. He doesn't like gore, but has a feeling to protect. He gets attached to people easily. He has determination. He has a very loving heart and excepts people, except for vampires. Maybe werewolves if they aren't murderous. He often has a random tendency, and urgency, to kill. But not humans, just vampires.
He has a sigil on his forearm. It pumps and signals when a vampire is near. He has yet to find someone else who has one, but he searches often when he travels. He dosn't like to show it off, because it makes the kids in his classes rowdy. They get interested and then everything is chaos. He just keeps it a secret. He is also a good secret keeper.
h i s t o r y
Stefan had a normal life, unlike his students. He father was an engineer and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. He had two older brothers and a little sister. They grew up to be engineers and a stay-at-home mom. He had to get away from the cookie-cutter lifestyle somehow.
One day he decided to run away. He was seventeen. He left and found a man who was on the street, not as hobo but as a teacher. He was gathering studetns for his class. He was intersted in him, so he decided to go to this class. When he did go, it was amazing. It was a class for killing vampires. He had always thought they were fake. His father never believed in such stories, so his kids didn't either.
On the way to a class one day when he was nineteen he was struck by a man. A vampire. He bit him, but luckily Stefan knew how to fight back. He killed him, but was extremely wounded. He limped on to his master's, but fell to the ground a few blocks away. He awoke in a doctor's house. The doctor said that he had been bitten badly, but was still human. But there was a strange mark on his arm that kept lighting up. When Stefan looked at it, it was pumping up and down and lighting up like lights on Christmas. He left the house a few days later and told his master about it. He had nothing to say about it except it was called a sigil.
After his mentor died a few years after that, being the eldest in his class, he took over and has been teaching ever since. He has had many students graduate and are still alive today. So far only a fourth of his students hae been killed, that he knows of. That's pretty damn good for his standards.
Other: He was originally born in Iraq, but moved as a child to Canada. They then moved to America when he was about to turn ten.
R P p r e v i e w
Stefan took a deep breath. His arm was pulsating and he could hardly keep from running in that direction. He turned his head around the corner by his studio and there it was. Tall and blonde and leggy. She was gorgeous, but he knew he'd have to kill her. e tried not to make much noise as he paced forward. The girl turned from the dumpster and stared at him. Her brow furrowed. "Hello, may I help you?" She was trying to play nice. He knew what was in that dumpster. He'd seen her dump the body in there. He shook his head. "Only by dying," He said, pulling out his knife. He ran to her as her eyes widened and he mouth spread open, her fangs exposed. He plunged the dagger into her heart and she burst into flames. The knife fell to the ground as the ashes blew away in the wind and the smoke drifted to the sky. He picked up the knife. He sighed and put it back into his sheath. What a story he could tell the kids when they asked why he was late. Ayre would sure get a kick out of it.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who?
Ayre Tristansi