Post by kurda on Apr 13, 2011 19:00:17 GMT -4
[/color][/font]Kurda Smahlt
“Kurda smahlt can you not just trust your instincts?"[/center]
NAME:[/color] Kurda Smahlt
APPARENT AGE:[/color] early twenties, early thirties
REAL AGE:[/color] 120 earth years
GENDER:[/color] male
SEXUALITY:[/color] Heterosexual
RACE:[/color] Vampire
SIDE:[/color] Democracy, and what he stands for
CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color] Canon
i'm creeping my way out
so you can see me
so you can see me
HAIR:[/color] short bright blond
EYES:[/color] a bright blue/color]
HEIGHT: average
BUILD:[/color] slim
DISTINGUISHED BY:[/color] his smile and reputation
PREFERRED PLAYBY:[/color] Shane Weilinga.
FULL DESCRIPTION:[/color] Kurda favor blue suits as suppose to what others wear, which tend to be casual clothes to be ruined shortly at games and such. He has bright blond hair and bright eyes, and a nice smile, however he isn't that strong compared to the other vampires, not strong at all..
i'm crawling my way
round a thousand cities
round a thousand cities
PERSONALITY:[/color]
Kurda is a nice guy often trying to be playful, he likes to joke around a lot as well. His hobby is making maps of the tunnels, he enjoys it much to how he can't talk to others about map making, because they bore of it quickly, he enjoys drawing them. NAvigation is something he is good at.
His stand on the vampaneze is a peculiar one, he believes that we should all mae cuts but some day reunite with the strayed broheren. Something not everyone is too happy about, Kurda is a soon to be prince, and he is caring. He tends to hide from questions and is brave enough to go to the vampaneze and speak with them, brave or foolish? You decide.
GOALS:[/color] to become prince, to live long enough to become prince, to reunite the vampaneze and vampires, to destroy the blood stone, to remain undetected.
FEARS:[/color] being caught with his plans, the vampaneze lord rising before his plans have a chance to work, death via stakes, dieting in general
LIKES:[/color] To make maps, to speak with the vampaneze, bathe, talk about maps, and saving people.
DISLIKES:[/color] death, big brawls, things only for the sake of 'honor' and 'tradition'. to be asked the same questions again and again, death, the myth of the vampaneze lord.
you all stop and stare
i don't need your pity
i don't need your pity
TITLE:[/color] Soon to be prince.
JOB:[/color] none.
DATE OF CHANGE:[/color] 120 years ago
ABILITIES:[/color] none, uses his brain a bit moor then most, other then that no he isn't a cirque performer
i'm living my life in this hell
COMMON KNOWLEDGE:[/color]
He's going to be a prince soon, he's consorting with the vampaneze and he's a map maker
SECRETS:[/color]his plans
HABITS:[/color]
smiles often when comfortable
STRENGTHS:[/color]Navigation, objective reasoning, talking
WEAKNESSES:[/color]morals, guilt
now i'm crawling away
cause the stress has killed me
cause the stress has killed me
PARENTS:[/color] dead
SIBLINGS:[/color] none.
RELATIONSHIPS:[/color] none
HISTORY:[/color]
Kurda was sired not that long ago. His youth makes it hard for generals to respect him but enough generals believe he will be fit to be a prince to win the votes. He was very tight just barely making it by the skin of his teeth.
His love of maps come from when he was younger he loved to explore his surroundings and instead of remember for the moment, he liked to draw them, though no one really cared. Just like now, who cared if he had drawn a map of his house? He was born in a time of peace and quiet, it seemed and lived an ordinary life going to school, and everything ordinary children would do until he was an adult and living on his own. Kurda discovered a vampire feeding on a human, and there were only a few options, kurda agreed after much discussion to be turned, and thus he died in society.
i feel like i fell
from a ten-story building
from a ten-story building
NAME/NICKNAME:[/color] Goldie
AGE:[/color] 14
EXPERIENCE:[/color] around 4-5 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:[/color] none
TIME ZONE:[/color] same as the c-box
RP SAMPLE: [/color]Kurda walked through the halls that weren't really halls so much as caverns and tunnels in the vampire mountain. He adjusted his tie in thought walking his feet tapped against the cold stone flooring. He sighed lightly he touched the scar on his cheek, remembering how he got it. He had spent many nights attempting to convince himself it was the right thing to do, it was but apart of him only responded with the word, Traitor.
He prayed to the gods that's not what he was, and hoped they would all understand in time what was to happen, was for the best. If only it were that simple! Most of the vamps here didn't care, too suborn to admit where they erred and just too slow to grasp the idea of peace, it was hard to know for certain what would happen. He probably wouldn't be around to see it, he chuckled softly, even if he succeeds, he'll die. The vampaneze hate traitors just like the vampires, he'll never see the fruits of his labor.
HOpefully though, when he goes to paradise he will smile, but until that day, if ever he had work to do. He shook his head so many thoughts, he walked continuing until he reached one tunnel, he glanced around and sniffed the air. They had moved. Good. He walked back out and down another hall. So many halls!
He rubbed his stomach slightly, he'd find food later. For now, Kurda had to finish making a map, he retired to his quarters for another hour. working on a new map of the tunnels he had just walked through, another day, another moment he wonders if what he was doing would help.
It would, it had to. [/blockquote]
