Post by Gale Mellark on Oct 10, 2010 19:57:31 GMT -5
Name: Gale Mellark
Age: 275
Age Turned: 23
Gender: Male
Occupation: He's currently a traveling merchant, but he grew up a baker's son. He still has the lingering desire to open his own bakery.
Residence: Nowhere official. Spends most of his time in Cados and Issilt.
Physical Description:
He was already different from the norm before the change. With brown almond eyes and olive skin, he stood out amongst the natives of the land. After the incident, he noted the physical changes that occurred after. It's much easier to seduce your prey when you're easy on the eyes, no?
His face was angled with sharp edges, his lips full and soft under a strong nose. Back in a more peaceful time, when he wasn't contemplating his next kill, his hair matched his cheerful demeanor. It once had a chestnut pallor with a hint of red, but as time passed, it changed to black. His eyes, too, were lighter before time withered away at him. After the change, his eyes were slowly corrupted by the same black that overcame his lovely hair.
Gale was tall, standing nearly 6'' tall, and was beautifully muscular. He was nearly free of imperfections, except for the crescent moon scar at the bottom of his wrist. He wished he could carve a scar or two in his eternally young body. It would've made him feel more human, but he knew that was a fleeting hope. He'd have to be alive to feel anything at all.
Garment:
He kept it simple with a loose white tunic, nicely fitted brown pants, and brown traveler's boots.
Weapon:
He depends on his strength mostly, but does carry a dagger at his belt. It's simple, only about the length of his forearm.
Demeanor:
Generally reserved, he says only enough necessary. He has that sort of...dark, mysterious bad-boy vibe to him. No wonder he never has to go hungry.
Story of their Change:
Gale was once a sensitive young lad. Swept up in the winds of love, he was blinded to the rest of the world.
"We'll elope," he said, gripping her hands tightly. "We'll leave everyone behind. I love you," he whispered.
He couldn't remember much of what she looked like. Maybe this was some part of the infection process. To forget what your attacker looks like so you won't hunt them down. All he could remember was that floaty feeling he felt whenever he touched her cold skin.
"Gale, you don't mean that," she said. The distress in her voice was evident, but he ignored it. She was just nervous. Eloping isn't an easy thing to agree to.
"Of course I do. I want to be with you forever."
"Forever...is a really long time."
He remembered saying something, then there she was a blur. Everything went black.
Then he was awake, with a bandage around his wrist. "Forever..." he whispered.
Picture:
Age: 275
Age Turned: 23
Gender: Male
Occupation: He's currently a traveling merchant, but he grew up a baker's son. He still has the lingering desire to open his own bakery.
Residence: Nowhere official. Spends most of his time in Cados and Issilt.
Physical Description:
He was already different from the norm before the change. With brown almond eyes and olive skin, he stood out amongst the natives of the land. After the incident, he noted the physical changes that occurred after. It's much easier to seduce your prey when you're easy on the eyes, no?
His face was angled with sharp edges, his lips full and soft under a strong nose. Back in a more peaceful time, when he wasn't contemplating his next kill, his hair matched his cheerful demeanor. It once had a chestnut pallor with a hint of red, but as time passed, it changed to black. His eyes, too, were lighter before time withered away at him. After the change, his eyes were slowly corrupted by the same black that overcame his lovely hair.
Gale was tall, standing nearly 6'' tall, and was beautifully muscular. He was nearly free of imperfections, except for the crescent moon scar at the bottom of his wrist. He wished he could carve a scar or two in his eternally young body. It would've made him feel more human, but he knew that was a fleeting hope. He'd have to be alive to feel anything at all.
Garment:
He kept it simple with a loose white tunic, nicely fitted brown pants, and brown traveler's boots.
Weapon:
He depends on his strength mostly, but does carry a dagger at his belt. It's simple, only about the length of his forearm.
Demeanor:
Generally reserved, he says only enough necessary. He has that sort of...dark, mysterious bad-boy vibe to him. No wonder he never has to go hungry.
Story of their Change:
Gale was once a sensitive young lad. Swept up in the winds of love, he was blinded to the rest of the world.
"We'll elope," he said, gripping her hands tightly. "We'll leave everyone behind. I love you," he whispered.
He couldn't remember much of what she looked like. Maybe this was some part of the infection process. To forget what your attacker looks like so you won't hunt them down. All he could remember was that floaty feeling he felt whenever he touched her cold skin.
"Gale, you don't mean that," she said. The distress in her voice was evident, but he ignored it. She was just nervous. Eloping isn't an easy thing to agree to.
"Of course I do. I want to be with you forever."
"Forever...is a really long time."
He remembered saying something, then there she was a blur. Everything went black.
Then he was awake, with a bandage around his wrist. "Forever..." he whispered.
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