Post by William B. McCoy on Aug 30, 2013 20:18:13 GMT 1
Personal Information
Your name: Zombi
Your age: 26
Contact info: via forum PM
Character Information:
Full Name: William Blake McCoy
Nickname: Billy Bones
Species: Vampire
Powers: Pyrokinesis, and an ability to "fortune tell" by the use of either tarot cards or runes (his predictions, while accurate, are usually only general/basic ie- something bad will happen soon), usual vampire abilities.
Family:
- Father: William Joseph McCoy (deceased)
- Mother: Abagail Winifred McCoy (deceased)
- Siblings: none
Age: 311
Birthday: October 16, 1702
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual
Status: Single
Occupation: Used bookstore owner
Other:
A pretty color: purple
Appearance:
Eyes: blue
Hair: short dark. If it is a bit longer (usually keeps it short) tends to spike it up in the front
Body: athletic
Other: has a black burned mark on the palm of his hand.
Personality: fairly reserved, not too out going, but when he gets talking he turns out to be rather charismatic. Not easily trusting of others. Prefers to spend his nights in, with his noes in a book or playing his violin. Easily annoyed, but not quick to full anger. Not the type of person that can be walked on, very strong personality in that regard. Very loyal to his friends, almost to a fault. Not afraid to be ruthless if need be, but is attempting to turn away from that side of things. Very good listener. Comes off rather blunt in most conversations, and falls a bit on the humorless/judgmental side of things.
Likes: reading, collecting old things (especially books), classical music, violin
Dislikes: children, immature people, modern music, most modern gadgets.
Strengths: playing violin, good listener, cautious, charismatic
Weaknesses: patience, a bit of a worrier, smokes (even though it does not affect him), has a hard time giving up old habits, not very outgoing
Fears: death, but is warming up to the idea.
Weapon of choice: his words, but if it gets down to physical- he prefers either hand to hand or swords and "classical" weapons.
History: Born during a particularly brutal winter in a small village in England. His Mother passed away a day after he was born due to complications with his birth. His Father was very cold towards him and often blamed William for her death. He affectionately referred to William as boy. He took care of him though, even though he didn't truly love him and at the age of 16 William ran away. He signed up on a pirate ship, the Posideon's Whore, and it was his home for the next 11 years. The crew themselves were all eventually turned when a vampire pirate took them over and William served his last 7 years of the 11 as their first mate. It was when they took over that he acquired his nickname of Billy Bones. During his travels with them he made friends with a werewolf (he was the one who burned Billy), and the two still stay in limited contact to this day. They made port in New Orleans and he fell in love with the place and found a new coven and began to settle down. He stayed there for a while, but decided to see what the rest of North America had to offer. Briefly he traveled with a traveling rail-car circus, but was not much for the limelight, nor the people that traveled in such circles but he did make friends with a French Vampire named Guinevere. In more recent years he has settled down for what he has determined to be "for good" or at least as long as he's able. He has also found religion and is attempting to atone for his sins.
Sample post:
Billy picked up the leather bound book and ran his fingers over the peeling gold leaf that fell in the indented letters on the cover, Paradise Lost. While this particular copy was by no means an original, it was incredibly old. Carefully, he opened it, the familiar old book aroma seemed to comfort him. He ran his fingers over the old words, not even needing to actually read them, he had a good portion of the book memorized already. It was amazing what you could accomplish with boredom and a few hundred years.
Books were one of the few things that he really still felt a connection too. Most mortals would have given anything to be immortal, but Billy knew the truth now. Nothing was meant to last forever. Immortality was more a curse than anything else. He set the book back down at his desk and leaned back in the leather chair while running his cold fingers over the black spot on his hand. God how things could have been so different. What sort of life could I have been living if not for this curse. His mind floated back to his younger days, the familiar creak of an old ship, the smell of men who hadn't bathed in months mingled with rum and gun powder, the cool ocean breeze blowing through your hair. It was the little things he missed.
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