Vancha March

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Vancha March

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“Vancha, more animal then human isn't he? Nah. Just crazy.”[/center]



NAME:[/color] Vancha March

APPARENT AGE:[/color] late 20's to 30's

REAL AGE:[/color] around 300 to 400 lost count after a wile.

GENDER:[/color] Male

SEXUALITY:[/color] Homo-, Bisexual (hardly looks or partners tho)

RACE:[/color] Vampire

SIDE:[/color] With the vampires

CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color] Canon

i'm creeping my way out
so you can see me

HAIR:[/color] Green, a light shade, rarely dyes it otherwise but sometimes different color

EYES:[/color] bright cheery, brown

HEIGHT:[/color] about… 5'7

BUILD:[/color] athletic

DISTINGUISHED BY:[/color] AHe wears animal skins made only by his own hand, has throwing stars, made from varies materials of rock.

PREFERRED PLAYBY:[/color] Which actor/ess will you use? Completely optional, only if you're using a celebrity picture. No pictures or anime is fine too.

FULL DESCRIPTION:[/color] Vancha wears animal hides and rarely, if ever wears the modern garments of today. That being said he smells like that he wears, animals, he smells like a wolf because he lives like one.
HIs hair is a dark green color, why? Because he can, he doesn't wish to dye it again, it was annoying enough getting it one color, besides he doesn't seem bothered by it.

i'm crawling my way
round a thousand cities

PERSONALITY:[/color]
Vancha lives as much like the wolves as any actual wolf. Dressing in the skins of animals, he is one to laugh at sometimes, and maybe run from, he hasn't bathed often enough but mostly smells of wolf. He drinks strictly, Milk, Water, blood and sometimes ale.

He is a wild guy, respectful however does not seem to show that respect, since he is a prince. The prince n standby in case something horrible happened at the castle. He's content and happy living like an animal. Laughter is something fun to do for him, he can't stop himself from spitting, a nasty habit he just does. Doesn't seem to mind where he does it as long as he does. Hygiene isn't high on his list of concerns.

GOALS:[/color] To remain alive, live the way he has been living, stay clear of the vampaneze, specially his brother. Continue his diet of blood milk water and occasional ale, and have fun wile doing it.

FEARS:[/color]
-Having to live in ordinary human society
-the bloodstone being captured
-the vampaneze lord (a fear most vamps have but wont admit to)


LIKES:[/color]
-animals
-spitting
-hunting
-fighting hand to hand
-new people
-honor

DISLIKES:[/color]
-vampaneze
-guns
-weapons of any kind
-hunters
-being threatened
-loosing his throwing stars, harder then it looks to make!

you all stop and stare
i don't need your pity

TITLE:[/color] Vampire Prince

JOB:[/color] Being a vampire prince.

DATE OF CHANGE:[/color] doesnt remember, changed twice though. (look at history for more)

ABILITIES:[/color] He is not a cirque performer, he is great in hand to hand combat. It is the only way to fight he thinks, the only weapon used is his throwing stars.

i'm living my life in this hell

COMMON KNOWLEDGE:[/color]
He is the vampire prince on standby, basically, he takes over if something happens to all the others in the castle.

SECRETS:[/color]Where he is found, often moves with little word. That he was a half vampaneze but then blooded to be a vampire by Paris Skyle.

HABITS:[/color]
-he spits almost whenever he feels like it
-very aware of his surroundings

STRENGTHS:[/color]FIghting in close quarter and hand to hand combat, against those with and without weapons he prefers a good man to man fight with fists only.

WEAKNESSES:[/color]Stoping spitting in the wrong places, fitting in with modern day society, though he prefers woodsy areas instead.

now i'm crawling away
cause the stress has killed me

PARENTS:[/color] N/A

SIBLINGS:[/color] Gennan HArst

RELATIONSHIPS:[/color] none

HISTORY:[/color]
Vancha was born a long long time ago, he was blooded to be a vampaneze but then did not want that life, he found Paris Skyle who did a dangerous thing, he blooded the boy again. Vancha and Paris were at risk of death, because Vampanze blood does not mix well together, but it worked, Vancha became a half vampire and became PAris's student.

He became a prince equally long ago, and now he contently roams the woods looking for fun and running into vampires on the way. He doesn't see his brother and hopes not to because he knows both would have to fight for their own sides, agains each other.

Vancha lives traditionally, he is one of the most, intuned vampires to his ancestors because not only doesn't' he wear shoes but wears animal hides! So if a strange man in hides is spotted by the woods, you know who that probably is!

i feel like i fell
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 -7, +10, -132?

RP SAMPLE: [/color]
Vancha walked along the path, he was somewhere, he didn't know where anymore, it didn't matter! It took most of the fun out of the exploration. He remembered the trail… glanced around alittle taking in a few good breaths to smell what was around. He was hungry and he had to hunt for his food if he wanted to eat. As did the wolves, as did he!

the vampire walked onward staying on the trail, squirrels scurried up trees as he passed, they knew he was not something to watch and sit idly around. He wasn't' going to eat squirrels, tiny and barely any flesh on them to cook, but he smelled like the ancestors he hops to make proud. Wolves, there weren't many packs in these parts, he hoped if he continued on his way he'd make it back near the vampire mountain. He liked to be within reasonable range, so be easy to find for vampires- NOT for vampaneze, anti was just easier. But nothing was easy for him. He traveled miles, gaining much ground during the day as well as night.

It was rather annoying though, he had been trying to gain immunity from the sun and still he burned! He remembered that one time he burned so bad he couldn't walk for a few days. He chuckled slightly, this si what Mr. Tiny did eh? Desmond Tiny, cursed them all because he could. He brushed past some bushes and saw ahead of him a tiny camp filled with fat human tourists, what a weird lot but there were soma good ones in the mix. HE decided he was a bit peckish for blood and went off to find one who had gone astray.

He located a human peeing in the bushes, he waited promptly for the human to be done, then when he turned around he used his fames knock out breath, and then pierced small oles in the man's arm and drank the blood. After that he healed up the wound and went on his way, off to wherever he was to be!
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