Post by Ryan Potter on Sept 23, 2010 16:41:33 GMT -5
RyanTimothyPotter
“Sarcastic, arrogant, and sexist”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: Ryan Timothy Potter
NICKNAME: Ryan, Harry, Pot
AGE: 80
YEAR: 2006
SPECIES: Vampire
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight as a board
OCCUPATION: On the road
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Ryan Renoylds
SKIN: Caucasian
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 6’ 1”
BODY TYPE:
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES:
- Women
- Blood
- Himself
- Hunting humans
- Darkness
- Beer
- Wine
- Sex
DISLIKES:
- Hunters
- Stakes
- Machetes
- Whiney assholes
- Being bored
- People who snort when they laugh
- The Dracula stereotype
- Being made to think about his father
STRENGTHS:
- His abilities/powers
- His charm
- His looks
- His experience
- A screw it attitude
WEAKNESSES:
- Anger issues
- The topic of his father
- His need for blood
- A lack of self control
- Women
FEARS:
- Being beheaded
- Having to settle down
- Being bored
- Being left alone
- Not having any beer
POWERS & ABILITIES: Heals, feasts on blood, super fast, super strong, can make ordinary humans into vampires
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY:
HISTORY: Ryan has never been a good guy, not even when he was human. He was always a sexist pig and a smartass. His father wanted him to make something out of his life, tried to beat the lazy out of him even. Ryan’s mother was timid and stayed out of her husband’s way, no matter what he did, including the beatings. It didn’t work. All the stress at home just drove him to the bar more and more frequently. By the time he was twenty, he’d earned himself a reputation as the town hellion. People were starting to talk and by that I mean about the well being of his soul.
In a last ditch effort to “save him” Ryan’s father attempted to beat him nearly to death. Fortunately for Ryan, he was twenty, strong, and able to defend himself. Not so fortunately for his father, that was the day Ryan first murdered someone. All that pent up rage he’d been fanning for years burst into an inferno as black as rage itself. He stood there, over his father’s lifeless body, blood all over his hands and cracked. Then Ryan did what he always does; he went to the bar.
He was an emotional mess and even the bartender almost kicked him out, but Ryan had always been good business and he certainly looked like he needed more than a few drinks. Indeed, he drank more than a few, glaring at every passerby. No one would get near him, that is, no one save a lone woman. She was an outsider to town and, much to his surprise, approached him fearlessly.
Already drunk, Ryan let her lead him out of the bar, expecting to get some nice sex out of it. When she led him right back to his father’s body and told him she’d seen the whole thing, he was pretty angry at first, and confused, and panicked. His mind told him she was going to tell on him and, in his drunken stupor, he reached to strangle her. Of course, she just dodged, smiled the creepiest smile he’d ever seen, and pounced him.
He’d never felt anything like it, those fangs ripping into his neck. It turned out that she was a vampire and his earlier rage had sparked her interest. He thought he was going to die. But just as he could feel himself fading away, this woman, this vampire called over her mate. This guy was an older man, looked older to say the least. At first, he wasn’t going to do it, but when the woman begged him for a new toy, he gave in and changed Ryan.
He’s been a vampire ever since, unable to get drunk, strong, and agile. It’s been a good time so far. He feels that he’s risen above humanity, practically to a god-like level, but he’s very mindful of his elders. The woman who first took an interest is long dead, but his sire has been around for ages. In Ryan’s most humble opinion, the old coot is just hanging around waiting for an opportunity to punish him for screwing up or give him a warning here and there. But he likes this guy a hell of a lot better than his real father, a hell of a lot. He likes being a vampire too. Oh hell does he like it.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Brie
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Danielle Maiker
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLEPLAYING: Ten years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Top Sites
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
You know how it is. You’re sitting there, enjoying a Cherry Dr. Pepper next to the lifeless body of last night’s victim. She’s lying there, looking just so hot, but so boring and you just wonder to yourself if maybe ya shouldn’t of killed her. I mean sure, her blood was tasty and her struggles had been such icing on the cake. But now, now there was no more icing and no more cake. You already had your cake and you ate it too. Now you had to go find another totally different cake to do it all over again with tonight. Ah, the life of a vampire was so hard.
Ryan chuckled to himself, rising and grabbing his keys in on fluid motion. He’d already wiped the place clean of any evidence that he’d been there: prints, clothes, semen samples…well maybe not all of those (He wasn’t about to go fishing up inside a dead body after all. That was just gross). There was no need for any hunters or half bit cops to discover what he’d done here and connect it to him. Wouldn’t want that now, would we?
He grinned, turning the doorknob and swiftly exiting his motel room. Hookers did have their uses, but he always felt so…dirty afterwards. There was no way those meals were clean. Still, they were fun. It was like eating junk food. Maybe he’d go for something a little classier tonight, instead of ordering the usual Chinese, Spanish, or Mexican take out. This city was like his McDonalds. But he was already planning on moving on today. They were starting to call him a second Jack the Ripper. He didn’t have a problem with women whoring themselves out, really. In fact they were providing him with a very useful service and plenty to eat.
“You’re growing fat and slow on that junk,” a voice called out from behind him. He turned to see his sire behind him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. No seriously, the guy even had the teeth to match, all nice and pointy. “Well, if it isn’t the prodigal father himself. What do you want pops?” That shit-faced grin of his, a sure way to piss off his sire further than he likely already was. The older vampire sneered a grin back.
“You’re getting sloppy Ryan. If you don’t quit showing your balls in public, I’m gonna to have to chop them off.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You know, just once I’d wish you’d talk in some old, ancient vampire wisdomy vampire.” His face became falsely serious. “Dear, dear Ryan, the council says I must take your head if I can no longer control you. These extravagant affairs of yours shall earn us all a steak through the heart.” His sire was about to respond, but Ryan quickly cut him off. “It’s weird man, seriously weird. Just be a normal vampire like in the movies for Christ’s sake.” The look on his sire’s face was priceless. He had to fight to keep back the laughter. After all, this man could and would beat the crap out of him.
“Ryan, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough. Humans aren’t just trash you can throw away when you’re done eating. They’re not like pigs. They don’t squeal and run with their curly little tails between their legs. Humans fight back and if a hunter finds you, I am not putting my neck out there where the machetes are.”
Ryan took a sip of his soda, blue eyes regarding the other vampire for a brief moment before his simply shrugged and continued down the stairs. “You’re on your own Ryan,” echoed behind him. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, heading out and straight past the desk and out towards the parking garage. His car was waiting there for him, as shiny and beautiful looking as ever. He took another sip of Dr. Pepper and put the key in and turned the lock before everything went black.
