LYSANDROS, icarus p. Aug 22, 2013 4:42:36 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 4:42:36 GMT
WHO ARE YOU?
My full name is Icarus Phobos Lysandros.
I used to be known by my last name, Lysandros, and later the diminutive, Lysander. It's been a while since I was called either.
WHEN WERE YOU BORN? HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I was born the eleventh of April, 794 years ago.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
In my lifetime, I've held a variety of jobs. The jobs I held as a land owner, blacksmith, and merchant were the most interesting. Living nearly eight centuries has allowed me to build up a large sum of currency, which I now live on.
WHAT ARE YOU?
I was born a vampire - I'm pureblood.
WHAT ELEMENT WERE YOU GIFTED WITH?
WHO DO YOU RESEMBLE?
HOW TALL ARE YOU?
Six foot two
HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
I'd say about 185 pounds.
DESCRIBE YOUR HAIR FOR US!
My hair is kept fairly short and is almost never combed through, leaving it rather messy at times. It's a russet brown color with an occasional strand of grey - but don't talk about it.
AND YOUR EYES.
My eyes are a pale blue color with flecks of golden brown at the pupils. I'd say they're pretty thin, if not narrow, compared to an average human's eyes. Like most vampires, my eyes change color when I feed. They turn a deep blood red, sometimes nearly black.
HAVE ANY SCARS? HOW DID YOU GET THEM?
Living as long as I have, the way I have, it would be rare to not have at least a few scars. Well, my body is littered with them. While most have more or less healed over, some where to lethal to heal completely. I'd say my most interesting mark is the jagged scar across my hairline from the day my head was slammed against a rock. Not the most pleasant experience, as you can imagine. I also have quite a few scars from when I got in a fight with a werewolf decades ago, the most prominent being a set of four claw marks across my back. There's a thicker scar in my lower abdomen that could pass as a birthmark due to how it healed over. It's basically just a depression in the skin with rough edges, resulting from a knife wound. Also not a pleasant experience. My scars are more or less hidden from sight, with the exception of the scar on my head that is only partially covered by my hair. The rest are only visible when I'm not fully clothed which, believe it or not, isn't often.
ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT YOURSELF?
Other than my scars, there's nothing particularly interesting.
WHAT'S YOUR STYLE?
I tend to dress how I like and according to the occasion. Sometimes I dress for comfort and function, other days I'll dress just to look good. Generally you'll see me wearing simple trousers with a vest, and a cloak on cold, wet days.
WHAT ARE YOUR BEST QUALITIES?
I've got more than enough determination and I find it easy to stay focused. My confidence is probably one of my best traits. I'm also independent, I don't need help from anyone. Generally I'm serious and don't play around.
WHAT ARE YOUR WORST QUALITIES?
People say I'm headstrong and have to get my way. My confidence comes with extreme arrogance;
WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
Being alone, drinking, watching people, night, winter, my element, birds, bats, people who don't judge quickly (so basically, people that aren't me)
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Unnecessary crowds, loud and noisy people, disrespect, bright sunlight, werewolves, waiting, not getting my way, the past, being told what to do
EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF SOMETHING. WHAT'S YOUR FEAR?
Even if the family I have left think I'm insufferable and can't stand to be near me, I can't stand the thought of losing them too. I'm also terrified of the thought of dying alone; I need someone to be there when I go.
WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH? GOALS?
I hope to one day reconcile with my children. It's nearly impossible, but I would do anything to have Leda back.
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER?
I haven't been truly interested in romance lately. However, I am only interested in people who can stand up for themselves. Someone who'll fight back, argue with you in a healthy way. They need to have an interesting personality, a nice laugh, and be able to make me smile. Oh, and they need to be attractive. I won't say what gender I'm interested in, because at the moment I could care less. I've only ever been with women, but I'm not averse to trying new things.
WHAT CAN'T YOU STAND IN A PARTNER?
I can't stand boring personalities and a partner who agrees with everything you say. I can't see myself with a pushover. I also can't see myself with a human, ever - they're too damn fragile and live too short of a life.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
You could say I've been shaped by my past. I like to think that I retained most of my personality, that I was always this way. Believing that is better than believing I changed enough that my children hate me, after all. Most of the time I do things without thinking; my impulsive instincts leading me to cause trouble. I'm not a very honest person unless telling the truth benefits me. I don't see a need to help people unless it helps me. Most everything I do is in my own interests, I don't think about other people unless I need to. I have a lot of regrets, but I tend not to show it. People think I'm an emotionless bastard, and that's how I like it. I'd rather people see me as the asshole I am rather than the emotional mess hiding inside. I don't know what else to say without going over what I've already said, so that's about it.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MOTHER.
Daphne Halkyone-Lysandros, deceased
Thesus Lysandros, deceased
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
My twin sister, Eris.
WHAT ABOUT PETS?
I don't have any.
ANY IMPORTANT PEOPLE I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
My children, a son named Evander and a daughter named Araidne.
Then there's my dead wife, Leda.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
I remember everything. Every single moment of my life is permanently burned in my mind. I can't forget anything, it's always there. Maybe I'm cursed to always remember what happened and what I caused, or maybe I just can't forget. I'd like to think I only remember because of what I am - a vampire, that is. Truly cursed to live until the end of time, unless bad fate gets to me first.
My early life wasn't anything special. I was the oldest of two, my only sibling being my twin sister Eris. My parents, also pureblood vampires, raised us to drink the blood of humans. They taught us drinking animal blood was for the poor, desperate vampires who couldn't afford to use what we called blood whores, the humans who enter blood brothels to be fed on by vampires. I stopped calling them that, probably only because my sister hated the term.
Our parents were not good people. My father was abusive to my mother, my sister, and I. He treated us like garbage; we were replaceable to him and he made sure we knew it. My mother just...took it. She never fought back, never protected us. She rarely spoke and always did whatever my father asked of her. I think that's why I hate people who do whatever you say, pushovers - I can't stand the thought of someone ending up like my mother. A zombie. My father told me she had an "accident" when I was eleven. Needless to say, she never came home, and I told my sister she left us. I'm not sure why I never told the truth. Even then I was a liar.
I don't know why I didn't run away after that. I suppose, as a child, everyone wants someone to depend on and look after them. Despite the terrible treatment and abuse my sister and I got, I couldn't leave. I had nowhere to go and no way to live. The following eight years were the worst of my life. My father blamed his wife's "accident" on me and me alone; he loathed my existence. Surprisingly, he was kinder to my twin sister. To this day, I still don't know why. I left as soon as I felt comfortable with the thought of living on my own. I tried to get my sister to come with, to leave that hell of a home, but she refused.
Some fifty years later, Eris found me and told me of our father's death. He'd pissed off some vampire family and had been killed ruthlessly. She was terribly upset about his death, despite all that he'd done. It was then I realized that either she'd forgotten about our childhood or simply chose to ignore it.
Eris stayed with me in Cyris, where we found work and tried getting out lives back on track. By then, I'd already been working for years as a blacksmith, my first few away from home spent as an apprentice of a reputable smith. I was nearly an expert in the trade and became known as one of the best in the village. For a good century, I made my living by making and selling my work. Generally I made weapons, but eventually I began to make more delicate things, such as jewelry and decorations. Eventually Eris and I parted ways, but we always stayed close. She would often visit me, as I had too much work to leave.
I was almost three centuries old when I met the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her name was Leda. She was a pureblood vampire with flowing brunette hair and the most interesting warm honey-brown eyes. It wasn't love at first sight, but I knew I had to get to know her. Long story short, we ended up getting married ten years later. We moved to Kleibos, where I spent my days buying and selling land and making a fortune doing so. Years of saving money allowed me to spoil my wife; I was able to buy a plot of land and have our own villa built just outside the village, overlooking the fields filled with my wife's favorite flower. We were married for nearly a century before we decided to have our first child, a girl named Ariadne. Five years after her, my son Evander was born. We lived in bliss for years.
I think I started to get bored. After the children were born, I started drinking more and gambling in the town. I blew huge sums of money this way, but thankfully we had enough to spare. I'd often get into fights and threaten people for seemingly no reason.
One thing I don't remember is why. Why had the werewolf gotten so upset? What had I done?
I remember the worst day of my life in flashes of emotion.
Love. I sit beside my wife in front of the fireplace. My children are upstairs.
Shock. The door shatters into pieces, revealing a pissed-off werewolf.
Horror. The werewolf picks up my unsuspecting wife proceeds to rip her apart.
Anguish. The blood, her blood, registers in my mind. It's everywhere. She's everywhere.
Fury. I jump to attack the werewolf. We fight. He loses, but leaves scars that never heal.
Despair. I try to put her back together. Please, please be okay. She's not okay.
Agony. My children run down the stairs, Araidne screaming in horror. No, no, leave, don't look at this, she'll be okay, she's okay, she's okay.
I cleaned up the room best I could, but faint blood stains still remain on all surfaces. I hate that room. It only brings memories of everything I did wrong. For days I barely spoke. I tried to get better, to be stronger, for my children. A smile here and there, even a laugh. They weren't as devastated as I was. They'd lost their mother, but I had lost my reason to live. It sounds depressing, and it is. I suppose I've since gotten over that way of thought - I'm still here, aren't I?
My children started to believe I was alright after a couple weeks. I wasn't. Three months after that day, I left. I just left them there, alone, with no reason as to why I had left. I needed time alone, time to truly mourn. I tried to return home after a couple years, but they wouldn't have it. They hated me, with good reason. My son looked upset that I had returned, but I think he was happy I'd returned. Ariadne, on the other hand, screamed and yelled at me to go. I understood.
The past three or so centuries have been...alright. I don't really thinking about it anymore. The only thing I think about regularly is my children and how I wish they would forgive me. Most of the time I just coast around, mostly between Kleibos and Cyris. I have houses in both, as I left the villa to my children. I don't know if they still live there. I run into them from time to time, but they won't really speak to me. But that's alright; I don't think I'm should be forgiven.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
WHAT TIME ZONE ARE YOU IN?
EST (gmt -5)
HOW EXPERIENCED ARE YOU?
About eight years.
HAVE ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?
Raina Pallas & Vanya Argall
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
I made the site!