This Little ‘Household’ Of Wonderful People!

[RhysTheFirebird]

Here is my little ‘household’ of characters. SOme I have RP’d with, some I have used in my personal stories, and some I have yet to use at all. . .
I will create a list of each character name, in order of posting.
(This will be a lot of eventual copy/pasting. . . But- not quite there yet-)

Character List

Justin Loyd

Here is the template I normally fill out when creat8ing a new character (though most times for an RP i use a much ore simplified one)

TEMPLATE

First Name:
Middle Name:
Last Name:

Gender/Pronouns:
Sexual Orientation:

Age:
Birthday:

Looks:
Description}
Hair}
Eyes}
Skin}
Height}
Body Type}

Clothing Style)
Every Day}
Sunday Best}
Formal}

Bloodlines (If fantasy/supernatural):

Personality:

Likes)
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Dislikes)
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Fears:
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History:

Conditions:
Mental)
Physical)

Other:

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

First Name: Justin
Middle Name: Loyd
Last Name: Nightsong

Gender/Pronouns: Male (He/Him)
Sexual Orientation: Bi, more towards guys

Age: 444 (Looks 25)
Birthday: July 5th, 1579

Looks:
Description)
Hair} Burned Bronze
Eyes} Dark Chocolate Brown
Skin} Gold Dusted Pale White
Height} 5'10
Body Type}

Clothing Style)
Every Day} Black Jeans, combat boots and an old band shirt, usually of darker colors with a black leather jacket.
Sunday Best: Pfft, who needs a Sunday Best? Its the same thing as his everyday
Formal: Same as his everyday, but he could clean up in a nice suit. Usually black or Navy blue.

Race(s)(Percentages) [supernatural]: Born human, but was turned into a vampire when he was 25
Bloodlines: N/A

Personality: Justin used to be a really bright and outwards facing person before he was turned. He loved to tell jokes and attended social parties. He was a bright light, even amongst darkness, always laughing and bringing joy to those who needed it. He loved being around friends and family, never once was he seen alone.
After he was turned though, things changed. He always preferred to be alone, he always seemed angry and in a darker mood. He never told many jokes anymore and he seemed lost in his own memories. The traumatic experience of his turning affected Justin deeply, scarring him permanently and leaving behind wounds that would never heal. He stopped making frinds and going to parites and the light inside him seemed to die. In any given moment, Justin seemed to exude doom. He would lay out things point blank and not even try to cheer anyone up. He tended to avoid other with traumatic experiences as well, never going near people who might be able to sympathize with him. He claimed up, and only opens for a very few select people.

Likes)
-- Parties (not the social kind. More like clubs).
-- Loud music, the kind that drowns out any sound or thought.
-- His best friend, Charlie. He brings out the best in Justin and makes him feel alive again.
Dislikes)
-- People who try to get him to talk about himself.
-- Seeing people with happy, suçasse full families.
-- Carbonated drinks.
Fears)
-- Being forgotten.
-- Being alone for eternity.
-- Loosing those he cares and holds close to his heart.

History: Justin was born the year 1579 and turned into a vampire in the year 1604 and has battled the pain and trauma of the circumstances in which he was turned.
Betrayed by his family, Justin runs off to be a sailor. He sails from Scotland to the new land on a ship long forgotten and never recorded. He was there at the settlement on Rhode Island, and then there throughout American history. When the first town, Jamestown, vanished so suddenly, he was one of the soul survivors. But not as a human. The town was raided by vampires, and he was one of the unlucky few to be turned. He spent the following years roaming about America and then traveling back to Scottland and then to England in the year 1734.
Justin met Charlie Bane in the year 1796, and over the course of sixty-six years, they become best friends. They grew close and did many things together (like fight the forces of evil supernaturals)
In the year of 1862, he met Alastor, another vampire who had gone rouge on the Vampire society and set his eyes on Justin. Alastor makes Justin fall hard, and then turns on him. Justin suffers abuse at the hands of his lover, controlled and never let out. Blood consumption was monitored closely, and it takes seventy six years (1939) for Justin to break away from Alastor, and when he does, Justin leave the states and goes to see the remains of his hometown, Cumbrae island, and see how it has fared in the years since he has been gone.
After that, Justin travels the world, never settling into one place for longer than five years. He occasionally sees Charlie, but can't bare to be with his best friend, not wanting to talk about what had happened to him And knowing he wouldn’t be able to lie if asked.
In Modern Day, Justin prefers to live out his days going from club to club, drink to drink and dance to dance to drown out his own problems. But they always seem to be coming back to him, no matter how fast he runs.

Conditions:
Mental) Heavy PTSD and trauma
Physical) N/A

Other: N/A

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

[Name: Azaryahu "Azra"
Age: 24
Sex/Gender: Male (He/Him)
Physical Description:
Hair ) Azra's hair is a striking shade of onyx black, absorbing light and exuding an almost ethereal quality. The sides are cut close, accentuating his sharp, angular features, while the top is left longer, around three inches in length. This longer hair often falls into his face in unruly strands, framing his intense gaze and lending him a brooding, enigmatic appearance.
Eyes) His eyes are a profound emerald green, their depths seemingly endless and capable of piercing through to one's very soul. These eyes possess a faint luminescence, creating an eerie effect of glowing in the dark and enhancing his mysterious allure.
Skin) Azra's skin is a rich tan, evidence of countless hours spent under the sun. His body serves as a canvas for intricate tattoos, each bearing its own story and significance. These tattoos span his chest, back, and arms, featuring designs that range from ancient symbols to complex patterns, weaving a vivid tapestry of his past and inner world.

Back Tat

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Chest Tat

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Left Arm Tat

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Right Arm Tat

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Right Rib Tat

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Left Rib Tat

Family crest
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Body Type) Azra possesses a lithe physique, characterized by sinewy, well-defined muscles. Despite the slight visibility of his ribs due to periods of scarcity, he maintains a healthy and robust appearance overall.
Height) Approximately 5'6"
Weight) 165lbs
Backstory: Azra grew up with a tale that had been passed down through his family for generations, a legacy whispered by his grandmother. It was a tale brimming with cunning pirates, restless spirits, and haunted ships. As a young boy, this narrative instilled in him a mixture of fear and awe, igniting a deep-seated desire to become a sailor. However, when he reached the age of enlistment, his dreams were shattered as the navy turned him down.
The disappointment of that rejection left an indelible mark on Azra's spirit. Even now, as he stares blankly ahead, he is haunted by the memory of that crushing day. His eyes, empty and unfocused, reflect the depth of his longing to once again witness the wonders of the open sea.
At the age of eighteen, driven by an unwavering resolve, Azra took destiny into his own hands. He assembled a motley crew—his steadfast best friend and a ragtag group of neighborhood boys, each yearning for adventure. With every coin he had painstakingly saved, he purchased a small vessel, transforming it into their home and their means to carve out a new life. They embarked on a journey from port to port, their presence soon becoming a whispered warning among seafarers.
Under Azra's daring leadership, his crew earned the title of the Dread Knots. Their reputation as ruthless marauders spread like wildfire, instilling fear in the hearts of those who sailed the same waters. As time passed, Azra's ambitions grew, his courage swelling to match the audacity of his dreams. He set his sights on an elusive prize—the Shadow, a ghost ship veiled in layers of myth and legend.
For nearly two relentless years, Azra and his crew scoured the oceans, driven by tales and half-whispered clues. When they finally encountered the Shadow, the moment was surreal. The seas were unnaturally still, and the ship lay adrift, abandoned and silent. It was a scene that defied the anticipation of a climactic battle.
Azra shakes his head, his sightless eyes closing as the memories flood back. He can still hear the blood-curdling screams of his crew, the gurgled sounds of them being dragged to a watery grave, and the searing agony in his eyes as his vision was cruelly snatched away. The grip on the rope in his hands tightens, the tactile task of tying knots grounding him in a semblance of normalcy. Though the ship no longer requires his labor, the routine is his lifeline, a means to stave off the creeping madness.