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Coal's Bio.
Name: Coal (His first name was self-selected, and his last name is unknown to him.)
Race: human with unknown specials abilities
Gender: male
Age: 17
Build; scrawny for a male
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: One eyes is an emerald green while the other is an unusual shade of gray.
Family:
Mother: deceased
Father: unknown
Younger Sister Eliane: alive and well
Personality: friendly, optimistic, caring, loyal, funny, occasionally a troublemaker
Hobbies: reading if he can acquire a book, drawing, spending time in nature, spending time with his sister
Abilities: They change based on the roleplay.
Strengths: He is kindhearted, caring, and a hard worker.
Weaknesses: He is clueless to his own abilities and shrugs them off as being unusual coincidences. He sometimes sacrifices his own wellbeing for others.
Bio:
Coal only has vague memories of his early childhood, or perhaps he simply chooses to forget such memories. He remembers the outline of a one room shack with a dirt floor, and some loud obnoxious woman who would call him Saleté (dirt). He remembers being left alone for long periods of time to wonder about when he would eat next or have fresh water. He was alone, most of the time until one day he wasn’t anymore. When he was about eight, there was a new raven-haired baby who was left alone with him. It was then that Coal’s life began to have a purpose. He took it upon himself to name the child and to care for her to the best of his ability. He did well enough that she was able to survive with him for nearly four years. One day, the shack had managed to catch fire somehow and the building and the woman who treated them so harshly were burnt until there was nothing left.
After that, things became blurry again for Coal. Both him and the child he worked so hard to care for were moved from foster home to foster home. Sometimes things were better, and sometimes things were worse, but inevitably, strange events involving mysterious fires always occurred. They happened so often that most people in the town where they lived began to suspect that they were more than fiery accidents. By the time Coal was in his early teens, he realized this too, and noted that there was something quite unusual about his younger sister. Rather than blame her for the cause of the fiery accidents, he always took the blame for them himself. He lied to caseworker after caseworker explaining that he had been playing with a lighter or matches or sometimes that he had set the fires on purpose. For a short time, he had taken his sister and run away to spend some time in a vacant cabin in the woods. That had been one of his fondest memories, but unfortunately that time did not last long. Instead, him and his sister were caught again, only this time they were separated.
(This image does not belong to me. It is a generic reference picture that I found online.)
Race: human with unknown specials abilities
Gender: male
Age: 17
Build; scrawny for a male
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: One eyes is an emerald green while the other is an unusual shade of gray.
Family:
Mother: deceased
Father: unknown
Younger Sister Eliane: alive and well
Personality: friendly, optimistic, caring, loyal, funny, occasionally a troublemaker
Hobbies: reading if he can acquire a book, drawing, spending time in nature, spending time with his sister
Abilities: They change based on the roleplay.
Strengths: He is kindhearted, caring, and a hard worker.
Weaknesses: He is clueless to his own abilities and shrugs them off as being unusual coincidences. He sometimes sacrifices his own wellbeing for others.
Bio:
Coal only has vague memories of his early childhood, or perhaps he simply chooses to forget such memories. He remembers the outline of a one room shack with a dirt floor, and some loud obnoxious woman who would call him Saleté (dirt). He remembers being left alone for long periods of time to wonder about when he would eat next or have fresh water. He was alone, most of the time until one day he wasn’t anymore. When he was about eight, there was a new raven-haired baby who was left alone with him. It was then that Coal’s life began to have a purpose. He took it upon himself to name the child and to care for her to the best of his ability. He did well enough that she was able to survive with him for nearly four years. One day, the shack had managed to catch fire somehow and the building and the woman who treated them so harshly were burnt until there was nothing left.
After that, things became blurry again for Coal. Both him and the child he worked so hard to care for were moved from foster home to foster home. Sometimes things were better, and sometimes things were worse, but inevitably, strange events involving mysterious fires always occurred. They happened so often that most people in the town where they lived began to suspect that they were more than fiery accidents. By the time Coal was in his early teens, he realized this too, and noted that there was something quite unusual about his younger sister. Rather than blame her for the cause of the fiery accidents, he always took the blame for them himself. He lied to caseworker after caseworker explaining that he had been playing with a lighter or matches or sometimes that he had set the fires on purpose. For a short time, he had taken his sister and run away to spend some time in a vacant cabin in the woods. That had been one of his fondest memories, but unfortunately that time did not last long. Instead, him and his sister were caught again, only this time they were separated.
(This image does not belong to me. It is a generic reference picture that I found online.)
Evelyn's Bio.
“Sometimes it is the sound of silence that is the most becoming to the ears.”
Name: Evelyn Elizabeth Sherwood
Race: vampire
Gender: female
Apparent Age: 23
Actual Age: 223
Height:5’4"
Weight: 111 lbs
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: navy blue
Blood Type: N/A
Birthplace: a rural town in England
Work Experience: teacher/artist/musician
Hobbies: reading, playing the violin, playing the piano, painting, shopping
Background:
Evelyn can come off as reserved and calm to those who first meet her, especially to those who are naive humans. Often times, she can be found at a quiet park painting, or at the water’s edge of some beach or lake under the moonlight. Her petit and frail stature along with her delicate bell-like voice even leaves most of her own kind to be deceived. Much like the ocean, Evelyn’s personality can shift from soothing and tranquil to the most turbulent and deadly wave one could come across. What side of Evelyn will you meet? It simply depends on when and where the two paths cross.
OOC:
-For once, I decided not to spill my character’s history guts all over the page. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, or even more fun, find out through roleplay.
-Credit for the picture goes to the original artist. This is a reference picture and not my actual character.
Seth's Profile
“The only sound worth listening to is silence…”
“Humans truly are like cattle….”
“Leave me to my studies….”
Name: Seth Bourque (The name he has chosen to go by for most centuries)
Race: vampire
Gender: male
Relationship status: In some roleplays he is married in other his wife had died, it just depends on the story line
Apparent Age: 29
Actual Age: Unknown….very old
Height:5’9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: midnight blue
Blood Type: N/A
Special Markings: a large scar on his chest and a small place above his ear
Birthplace: no place that exists on a current map
Description of Home: He has a few places around the globe but prefers to spend most of his time in France.
Educational Background: He seeks education from multiple sources, reading books and learning from other vampires. His favorite subjects of choice are modern science, alchemy, and the dark arts.
Work Experience: He keeps to himself and works only when needed. He is considered an aristocrat among his kind.
Strengths: He is intelligent and agile in a fight.
Weaknesses: He does not know how to relate to people well. He can come off as awkward and cold.
Fears: dying a painful death
Hobbies: reading, crafting and fighting with swords, conducting experiments, sitting alone in his study
Favorite food: He prefers blood from miserly or wicked men as it makes the hunt more exciting. Occasional the blood of an upper-class female is also satisfying.
Abilities:
-blood magic
-vampire strength
-vampire speed
-cryokinesis
Background:
Seth is a character that is shrouded in mystery. Little is known about his past, and he tries to keep it that way. He spends most of his time training, reading, and working on his abilities. He prefers to stay in his study and rarely leaves the house unless necessary. He can tolerate other members of his kind, but if they disgust him he is not against fighting or even killing them off. He despises hunters and most humans, particular humans in modern times. He finds them to be wasteful and ungrateful for their existence. Seth is horrible at understanding and using modern technology. While he is very intelligent, he rarely interacts with items such as televisions, cellphones, or computers. Even things such as a microwave and seem daunting. Anything else you may want to know about this character can be found out through role play.
OOC:
-Credit for the picture goes to the original artist. This is a reference picture and not my exact character.
“Humans truly are like cattle….”
“Leave me to my studies….”
Name: Seth Bourque (The name he has chosen to go by for most centuries)
Race: vampire
Gender: male
Relationship status: In some roleplays he is married in other his wife had died, it just depends on the story line
Apparent Age: 29
Actual Age: Unknown….very old
Height:5’9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: midnight blue
Blood Type: N/A
Special Markings: a large scar on his chest and a small place above his ear
Birthplace: no place that exists on a current map
Description of Home: He has a few places around the globe but prefers to spend most of his time in France.
Educational Background: He seeks education from multiple sources, reading books and learning from other vampires. His favorite subjects of choice are modern science, alchemy, and the dark arts.
Work Experience: He keeps to himself and works only when needed. He is considered an aristocrat among his kind.
Strengths: He is intelligent and agile in a fight.
Weaknesses: He does not know how to relate to people well. He can come off as awkward and cold.
Fears: dying a painful death
Hobbies: reading, crafting and fighting with swords, conducting experiments, sitting alone in his study
Favorite food: He prefers blood from miserly or wicked men as it makes the hunt more exciting. Occasional the blood of an upper-class female is also satisfying.
Abilities:
-blood magic
-vampire strength
-vampire speed
-cryokinesis
Background:
Seth is a character that is shrouded in mystery. Little is known about his past, and he tries to keep it that way. He spends most of his time training, reading, and working on his abilities. He prefers to stay in his study and rarely leaves the house unless necessary. He can tolerate other members of his kind, but if they disgust him he is not against fighting or even killing them off. He despises hunters and most humans, particular humans in modern times. He finds them to be wasteful and ungrateful for their existence. Seth is horrible at understanding and using modern technology. While he is very intelligent, he rarely interacts with items such as televisions, cellphones, or computers. Even things such as a microwave and seem daunting. Anything else you may want to know about this character can be found out through role play.
OOC:
-Credit for the picture goes to the original artist. This is a reference picture and not my exact character.
Sayuri's Bio.
Name: Nakamura Sayuri
Apparent Age: 16
Actual Age: unknown
Race: vampire
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 99 lbs
Hair Color: black during the day and white at night
Eye Color: She is too weak to control her eye color, and thus, her eyes are always red.
Personality: As a human, she was sweet and kindhearted, although the centuries in isolation have probably changed her.
Current Health Status: Her transformation to become a vampire was not a smooth one and caused her to be much weaker in some respects than her sire had hoped. Although she has strong physical strength, it only lasts briefly, and she becomes fatigued and needs to rest. Also, no matter how much blood she drinks, she is always thirsty.
Sire: Lord Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Family:
brother- Kenji
sister- Cora
Current Residence:
The basement of an abandoned manor
Special Abilities:
the power to resist the orders given by her sire
severe telekinesis
vampire strength and awareness (although she doesn’t realize it yet)
(She has the potential to develop more abilities if someone is willing to teach her.)
Background:
Death Leads to New Life:
She was lying in the dark late at night, staring at the low flickering flame of a candle and waiting for the last few moments of her life to fade. Earth-colored eyes strained to stay open and focus on what she assumed would be the last sight she would ever see of her beloved home. It was barely a shack and only held two rooms, but there were so many memories she had here, so many that she had taken for granted in her short sixteen years of life. Singing songs with her mother and listening to her father tell stories were all things she would miss, although soon she could join her parents as they had passed three months earlier. The girl’s stomach ached, and sweat beaded down her forehead as she drew in ragged breaths. These symptoms were nothing new to her as she had been sick for months now. “Kenj….” she tried to call out her elder brother’s name, but she couldn’t even finish it in its entirety before she broke off in a coughing fit. Her body was so weak that she couldn’t even raise her hand to wipe the blood away that dribbled from her mouth. It pained her to be alone, wondering why her twin sister and older brother would abandon her at such a trying hour. Maybe the pain of losing her was too much for them to endure. She was determined at least to wait for one of her siblings to return so she could say… well, some parting words to them.
Soon, the girl could receive her wish partly, as she could hear her brother talking lowly to a deep-throated man outside their home. It was not a voice she had heard before, but she tried to use her remaining energy to listen to their conversation. Perhaps someone was coming to prepare for her wake if she was even to have one. Her brother was one of the best warriors in the village, and her sister had married into a wealthy family, but she had never been anything special. Her sickly and thin appearance had always kept her from finding a suitor, and she didn’t consider her bizarre and unspeakable talents valuable. If anything, her odd behavior chased everyone away. “You must seal the deal tonight, boy,” the man snapped at Kenji, the young girl’s brother. She couldn’t imagine who would talk to Kenji with such disrespect, but she could do little about it now. Her vision seemed to blur, and she lost consciousness for a moment. When the girl awoke, the man who had been outside was kneeling near her bed of straw. “Drink, child!” he snapped, but she could hardly part her lips. Her heart was slowing, and soon, her eyes slipped shut.
New Life Can be Disappointing:
It felt like centuries before the girl woke from a deep sleep, although she had expected to be reunited in a glorious place with her parents, not trapped in some muddy old cellar. The girl opened her eyes, surprised at how she could see and hear everything in her surroundings. A few droplets of water dripping from the ceiling echoed in her ears, and the sight of every insect and bug that polluted the place could be seen. She didn’t have time to enjoy these strange new traits before a deep pain ripped through her stomach and burned her throat. She gasped and tried to curl in on herself before harsh hands grabbed her wrist. “Drink this,” a cold and low voice told her before a bottle was thrust into her grasp. She blinked and looked at it cautiously. “What is…” she started before the voice cut her off. “Drink!” the voice snapped one more time in irritation before she was forced to press the bottle to her lips and drink the thick liquid.
Life went on like this for months, and she was quick to learn not to question the man who brought her what she knew to be blood. It frightened her that she craved it, but no questions about what she had become were to be asked. A few times, she attempted to ask about the fate of her brother and sister, but she was only told that they were like her as well and that she would see them soon enough. That was the first night she was allowed to leave her new dungeon-like room. The pains in her throat and stomach never left her, so it was a struggle for her to walk along the cobblestone streets. “You see that man over there,” the cruel voice snapped. “You will drain him of blood and kill him quickly,” he ordered. The girl’s eyes widened, and she gasped in horror at his request. “I will not!” she protested quickly. The man repeated his order repeatedly, but she continued refusing until she finally took off running. The man caught her and became furious that his orders had no power over her.
Disappointment to Others Can Seal the Tortured Fate of Some:
After the man discovered that the girl did not have to obey him and that she could hardly control herself, he decided to lock her away to live in a secluded cell. The first few days were the hardest, as she screamed and cried to be let free. Eventually, falling dormant or laying on the dirt ground seemed to be her most straightforward way to gain some relief. Every two weeks, someone would bring her a bottle that contained thick liquid, although they would never speak to her. There was a time or two that she caught a glimpse of possibly her brother, but he never stopped to look or talk with her—years passed before they turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries. The girl had lost track of time after the first few months and had no idea it was now the twenty-first century. She hardly noticed a difference in anything, at least until a significant amount of time passed without anyone bringing her blood.
She waited and waited, but soon, the pains became unbearable, and she started to cry until her mild crimson tears turned into violent sobs. Soon, her hair fanned out as if caught in a windstorm, and her eyes began to glow red as a blue aura surrounded her. The one wall that had held her captive in her cell for so many years started buckling and soon cracked in half before crumbling. The girl rose to her feet for the first time in a long while and stepped out to find the rack where blood was kept. Lucky for her, the bottles she found held the blood of people who were still living since she decided to drink all five that she could find. After she engorged herself, she wiped her lips and went to curl up back on the floor of the cell. That was all she had known for years, and the thought of leaving from that spot frightened her. Many questions still needed answers, but perhaps only more time would need to pass before she received responses to them.
Apparent Age: 16
Actual Age: unknown
Race: vampire
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 99 lbs
Hair Color: black during the day and white at night
Eye Color: She is too weak to control her eye color, and thus, her eyes are always red.
Personality: As a human, she was sweet and kindhearted, although the centuries in isolation have probably changed her.
Current Health Status: Her transformation to become a vampire was not a smooth one and caused her to be much weaker in some respects than her sire had hoped. Although she has strong physical strength, it only lasts briefly, and she becomes fatigued and needs to rest. Also, no matter how much blood she drinks, she is always thirsty.
Sire: Lord Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Family:
brother- Kenji
sister- Cora
Current Residence:
The basement of an abandoned manor
Special Abilities:
the power to resist the orders given by her sire
severe telekinesis
vampire strength and awareness (although she doesn’t realize it yet)
(She has the potential to develop more abilities if someone is willing to teach her.)
Background:
Death Leads to New Life:
She was lying in the dark late at night, staring at the low flickering flame of a candle and waiting for the last few moments of her life to fade. Earth-colored eyes strained to stay open and focus on what she assumed would be the last sight she would ever see of her beloved home. It was barely a shack and only held two rooms, but there were so many memories she had here, so many that she had taken for granted in her short sixteen years of life. Singing songs with her mother and listening to her father tell stories were all things she would miss, although soon she could join her parents as they had passed three months earlier. The girl’s stomach ached, and sweat beaded down her forehead as she drew in ragged breaths. These symptoms were nothing new to her as she had been sick for months now. “Kenj….” she tried to call out her elder brother’s name, but she couldn’t even finish it in its entirety before she broke off in a coughing fit. Her body was so weak that she couldn’t even raise her hand to wipe the blood away that dribbled from her mouth. It pained her to be alone, wondering why her twin sister and older brother would abandon her at such a trying hour. Maybe the pain of losing her was too much for them to endure. She was determined at least to wait for one of her siblings to return so she could say… well, some parting words to them.
Soon, the girl could receive her wish partly, as she could hear her brother talking lowly to a deep-throated man outside their home. It was not a voice she had heard before, but she tried to use her remaining energy to listen to their conversation. Perhaps someone was coming to prepare for her wake if she was even to have one. Her brother was one of the best warriors in the village, and her sister had married into a wealthy family, but she had never been anything special. Her sickly and thin appearance had always kept her from finding a suitor, and she didn’t consider her bizarre and unspeakable talents valuable. If anything, her odd behavior chased everyone away. “You must seal the deal tonight, boy,” the man snapped at Kenji, the young girl’s brother. She couldn’t imagine who would talk to Kenji with such disrespect, but she could do little about it now. Her vision seemed to blur, and she lost consciousness for a moment. When the girl awoke, the man who had been outside was kneeling near her bed of straw. “Drink, child!” he snapped, but she could hardly part her lips. Her heart was slowing, and soon, her eyes slipped shut.
New Life Can be Disappointing:
It felt like centuries before the girl woke from a deep sleep, although she had expected to be reunited in a glorious place with her parents, not trapped in some muddy old cellar. The girl opened her eyes, surprised at how she could see and hear everything in her surroundings. A few droplets of water dripping from the ceiling echoed in her ears, and the sight of every insect and bug that polluted the place could be seen. She didn’t have time to enjoy these strange new traits before a deep pain ripped through her stomach and burned her throat. She gasped and tried to curl in on herself before harsh hands grabbed her wrist. “Drink this,” a cold and low voice told her before a bottle was thrust into her grasp. She blinked and looked at it cautiously. “What is…” she started before the voice cut her off. “Drink!” the voice snapped one more time in irritation before she was forced to press the bottle to her lips and drink the thick liquid.
Life went on like this for months, and she was quick to learn not to question the man who brought her what she knew to be blood. It frightened her that she craved it, but no questions about what she had become were to be asked. A few times, she attempted to ask about the fate of her brother and sister, but she was only told that they were like her as well and that she would see them soon enough. That was the first night she was allowed to leave her new dungeon-like room. The pains in her throat and stomach never left her, so it was a struggle for her to walk along the cobblestone streets. “You see that man over there,” the cruel voice snapped. “You will drain him of blood and kill him quickly,” he ordered. The girl’s eyes widened, and she gasped in horror at his request. “I will not!” she protested quickly. The man repeated his order repeatedly, but she continued refusing until she finally took off running. The man caught her and became furious that his orders had no power over her.
Disappointment to Others Can Seal the Tortured Fate of Some:
After the man discovered that the girl did not have to obey him and that she could hardly control herself, he decided to lock her away to live in a secluded cell. The first few days were the hardest, as she screamed and cried to be let free. Eventually, falling dormant or laying on the dirt ground seemed to be her most straightforward way to gain some relief. Every two weeks, someone would bring her a bottle that contained thick liquid, although they would never speak to her. There was a time or two that she caught a glimpse of possibly her brother, but he never stopped to look or talk with her—years passed before they turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries. The girl had lost track of time after the first few months and had no idea it was now the twenty-first century. She hardly noticed a difference in anything, at least until a significant amount of time passed without anyone bringing her blood.
She waited and waited, but soon, the pains became unbearable, and she started to cry until her mild crimson tears turned into violent sobs. Soon, her hair fanned out as if caught in a windstorm, and her eyes began to glow red as a blue aura surrounded her. The one wall that had held her captive in her cell for so many years started buckling and soon cracked in half before crumbling. The girl rose to her feet for the first time in a long while and stepped out to find the rack where blood was kept. Lucky for her, the bottles she found held the blood of people who were still living since she decided to drink all five that she could find. After she engorged herself, she wiped her lips and went to curl up back on the floor of the cell. That was all she had known for years, and the thought of leaving from that spot frightened her. Many questions still needed answers, but perhaps only more time would need to pass before she received responses to them.
Todd's Bio.
Name: Todd Paul DeCarte
Age: 23
Race: human
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth Date: January 17
Hair Color: sandy blonde
Eye Color: a strange, almost gray color
Nationality: French/English
Family:
Olivia DeCarte (Mother)
Zachery DeCarte (Father)
Work Experience: He works for a local detective agency after completing college and a few undisclosed training courses. Occasionally, he will take on a few independent cases on his own if he finds them interesting or unusual.
Strengths: He has a great sense of humor and is very generous and light-hearted.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at dealing with death or other difficult situations, tries too hard to please people, and tends to be superstitious.
Hobbies: investigating paranormal or supernatural activity even though it secretly scares him, sword fighting, playing his guitar in his friend's band, listening to rock music, reading, spending time on the computer, or spending time at the coffee shop
Favorite Food: pizza or spaghetti
Current relationships: None; his last one ended badly. (/Whois Almeha)
Background Info: (Yeah, I know it's a lot like always.)
A luxurious and upscale apartment, a high-paying job, an inheritance that would last him a lifetime, and all the friends he could ask for are all that most people see when spending time with Todd. Of course, as is with the story of any soul living on earth, there is always more to the tale than what meets the eye.
Lesson 1: Acts of Kindness Can Change a Person's Fate-
Todd was a little thing at this time, perhaps no older than seven or eight. His chocolate-colored hair still hung in his face, and his dark eyes were wide with excitement as he ran up a long driveway leading to an estate so large and lavish that most humans would have only seen such a place in their wildest dreams. A piece of paper was clutched tightly in the boy's hands as his crisp white uniform shirt became more and more wrinkled the faster he ran. When he reached the large front double doors that rested under a small covered porch, he opened them quickly and slid on the marble floor as soon as he entered the grand entryway. "Mother! Mother!" he called enthusiastically as he looked around for the woman. He hoped to find her in her study, but when he reached the room's entrance, he found it empty. "Mom!" he called again, taking off into another wing of the house.
Before he could reach the kitchen, a tall man stepped into the hallway, glaring at the boy with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is the matter with you, boy? I am trying to work!" the man snapped at him, his enraged tone deceiving his professional-looking business attire. "Your mother and I do not have time for you!" he added coldly.
Todd looked at the man with almost fearful eyes, the smile quickly fading from his face. "I…I am sorry, sir," he stuttered. "I...I got my report card. I wanted to show Mom. She… said that if I did well, I could take guitar lessons. I … I wanted her to see so…" he tried to tell him before the man snatched the paper out of his hands.
The man's eyes scanned the report card, noting all A's except one B+ in science. The man's eyes still looked angered. "You are a disgrace as my son! You will never get into law school with these kinds of grades. You need to be perfect! You can forget about the guitar lessons, if anything we are getting you a tutor. You need to learn to represent the family name. I knew we should have sent you to a boarding school this year! Now get out of my sight!" he yelled, tearing up the report card and letting the pieces fall to the floor.
Todd stood in disbelief, his eyes instantly watering and dropping to the floor. "I… I…. Mabel thinks I am smart," he protested quietly.
His father grabbed him by his shirt and slapped him in the face. "Mabel is a fool. Do you know why she is our maid? It's because she is stupid and can't do anything else!" he snapped before leaving him.
Todd didn't dare move until his father was gone, but he carefully picked up the scraps of paper, holding his other hand to his cheek. "I…will try harder next time," he whispered, although no one was around to hear him. He decided to make his way to his room, at least until the slender hand of a woman stopped him.
"Aren't you going to have your afternoon snack? I made chocolate chip cookies for you," the woman told him sweetly. She knelt before him, looking at him with worried eyes. "Aww, sweetie, what is it? Did you have a bad day at school?" she asked, placing one hand on the print that was left on the boy's face.
The boy looked at her with watery eyes and wrapped his arms around where her maid apron hung around her waist. "I'm so stupid!" he cried. "I'll never be good at anything!" he told her.
The woman wrapped her arms around him and scooped the child up in her arms. "Oh darling, you are far from stupid. You must remember; it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, dear. You are special. God puts everyone here for a reason, you know. You need to be proud of yourself. What is it you have there?" she asked, taking the paper from his hands.
Lesson 2: Fate Can Be Cruel-
It was evening, and Todd was outside of the family's estate. He approached the front door and fished for his keys. "Damn things, I am always losing them," he muttered. As always, he didn't expect his parents to be home; they never were. It hardly mattered to him as he preferred it and was used to their absence. When he stepped through the door, he felt around for the light switch before turning it on to illuminate the entryway. Of course, as soon as he turned on the light, he regretted it. The marble floor was covered in the glass remains of what once had been priceless sculptures. Todd's heart stopped beating instantaneously as his eyes widened with panic. He ran into the study, one of the many rooms off the main entrance. That room, too, was in shambles; papers littered the floor, and the central computer was missing from its proper place on his father's desk. "Sh*t!" he cursed, his eyes darting around. Something had indeed happened here. He went for the small safe behind a fake row of books on one of the shelves. His digits worked quickly to punch in the code as his trembling hands took out his father's revolver and the box of bullets that went with it. The weapon felt extra heavy in his unsteady hand as he started to load the bullets in quickly. After loading the six shots, he dropped the box but didn't bother to pause and retrieve it. Instead, he hurried out of the room and towards the winding staircase, although he feared what would await him at the top.
As he walked, he kept his steps light so he wouldn't make too much noise. When he reached the top of the stairs, he nearly dropped the gun from the sight that awaited him. "Mabel," he gasped at the sight of his maid, who had also acted as his nanny and cared for him until that day. The woman lay there with a knife near her hand, her usually bright blue eyes frozen in a state of horror. Blood soaked their white carpet, although it was hard to see any injuries aside from two knife wounds along the woman's arms and wrists. "Mabel!" he yelled a bit too loudly as he hurried to kneel beside her. He reached to place a hand on the woman's neck, but he could not feel a pulse. A knot tied in Todd's stomach as he looked helplessly at the body of his second mother. What on earth had happened here tonight? He had little time to mourn the woman's death as he wondered if the woman's fifteen-year-old daughter Kelsey was still present. The teen also worked for his family as a maid when she wasn't attending a public high school.
Todd forced himself to stand, although his face held a sallow tone. He forced himself to move down the hallway until he heard a high-pitched scream. His eyes widened, and he took off down the hall to the upstairs library. While his instincts told him to retreat, he entered the room anyway. "Leave her alone!" he screamed, not caring that he was in the line of sight of the assailant. The room was dark, and it was difficult for Todd to see anything other than the silhouette of the maid's young daughter, Kelsey, and a thin male with straggly hair. To his surprise, the assailant did not have a gun. Instead, he was holding a dagger that glinted in the moonlight that showed through the window.
"And if I don't, what will you do about it, boy?" he asked. "Are you about to risk your human life for a stupid servant girl?" the man asked coldly.
Todd's hand was trembling, but he cocked the gun and placed a hand on the trigger. "I will shoot you if you don't leave her be," he warned him, although his words were as shaky as his entire body.
The voice of the thin man laughed. "You are going to shoot me; I would like to see you try," the man remarked as if it didn't matter one way or the other.
The anger inside Todd flared, but he still kept his composure. "Give her to me, and I will show you where all the money is in this house. Please, leave her be," he begged.
The man laughed again. "You think that I want money?" he asked, placing the knife against Kelsey's throat harder to draw a little blood. The girl screamed and, without much warning, kicked her foot back to hit her captor in the jewels. He loosened his grip to suck in a breath, and the girl was able to spin to the side away from him. Todd squeezed the trigger on the gun once and then three more times from the adrenalin that rushed through him, each of the bullets biting into the assailant's flesh and knocking him to the ground. The man didn't even try to escape, nor did he scream out in agony.
Lesson 3: One's Fate Should Never be Controlled
A year or two ago, Todd had started to prepare to attend college. He could remember the week before he left, almost as if it was yesterday. He stood in the long hallway of the estate, his father not that far from him. The man had a deep scowl on his face, his hands behind his back. Todd's face mirrored that of his father's, which was a rare sight to see. "I am leaving! I am sick of this place! I am leaving so I don't have to see your face anymore! I'm not a child! I don't care what you say!" he snapped in a harsher voice than any tone most had heard him use.
The man's old eyes were narrowed into slits as his rage surfaced. "You ungrateful bastard! As I have always told you, you are worthless to me! You are going to disgrace this family further if you leave here! Criminal justice is a field for poor blue-collar children who have no other option but to attend community college! You could go to Yale, Princeton, or Harvard, and yet you choose to follow that low-life slut of a friend to some half-rate school? If you leave this house now, don't bother ever coming back!"
Todd looked at his father with hopeless eyes before turning away. "You will never understand, will you? Goodbye, Father; I do not need you and never have," he told him before leaving the room.
OOC Notes:
Credit for this picture goes to the original artist, which was certainly not me.
Age: 23
Race: human
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth Date: January 17
Hair Color: sandy blonde
Eye Color: a strange, almost gray color
Nationality: French/English
Family:
Olivia DeCarte (Mother)
Zachery DeCarte (Father)
Work Experience: He works for a local detective agency after completing college and a few undisclosed training courses. Occasionally, he will take on a few independent cases on his own if he finds them interesting or unusual.
Strengths: He has a great sense of humor and is very generous and light-hearted.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at dealing with death or other difficult situations, tries too hard to please people, and tends to be superstitious.
Hobbies: investigating paranormal or supernatural activity even though it secretly scares him, sword fighting, playing his guitar in his friend's band, listening to rock music, reading, spending time on the computer, or spending time at the coffee shop
Favorite Food: pizza or spaghetti
Current relationships: None; his last one ended badly. (/Whois Almeha)
Background Info: (Yeah, I know it's a lot like always.)
A luxurious and upscale apartment, a high-paying job, an inheritance that would last him a lifetime, and all the friends he could ask for are all that most people see when spending time with Todd. Of course, as is with the story of any soul living on earth, there is always more to the tale than what meets the eye.
Lesson 1: Acts of Kindness Can Change a Person's Fate-
Todd was a little thing at this time, perhaps no older than seven or eight. His chocolate-colored hair still hung in his face, and his dark eyes were wide with excitement as he ran up a long driveway leading to an estate so large and lavish that most humans would have only seen such a place in their wildest dreams. A piece of paper was clutched tightly in the boy's hands as his crisp white uniform shirt became more and more wrinkled the faster he ran. When he reached the large front double doors that rested under a small covered porch, he opened them quickly and slid on the marble floor as soon as he entered the grand entryway. "Mother! Mother!" he called enthusiastically as he looked around for the woman. He hoped to find her in her study, but when he reached the room's entrance, he found it empty. "Mom!" he called again, taking off into another wing of the house.
Before he could reach the kitchen, a tall man stepped into the hallway, glaring at the boy with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is the matter with you, boy? I am trying to work!" the man snapped at him, his enraged tone deceiving his professional-looking business attire. "Your mother and I do not have time for you!" he added coldly.
Todd looked at the man with almost fearful eyes, the smile quickly fading from his face. "I…I am sorry, sir," he stuttered. "I...I got my report card. I wanted to show Mom. She… said that if I did well, I could take guitar lessons. I … I wanted her to see so…" he tried to tell him before the man snatched the paper out of his hands.
The man's eyes scanned the report card, noting all A's except one B+ in science. The man's eyes still looked angered. "You are a disgrace as my son! You will never get into law school with these kinds of grades. You need to be perfect! You can forget about the guitar lessons, if anything we are getting you a tutor. You need to learn to represent the family name. I knew we should have sent you to a boarding school this year! Now get out of my sight!" he yelled, tearing up the report card and letting the pieces fall to the floor.
Todd stood in disbelief, his eyes instantly watering and dropping to the floor. "I… I…. Mabel thinks I am smart," he protested quietly.
His father grabbed him by his shirt and slapped him in the face. "Mabel is a fool. Do you know why she is our maid? It's because she is stupid and can't do anything else!" he snapped before leaving him.
Todd didn't dare move until his father was gone, but he carefully picked up the scraps of paper, holding his other hand to his cheek. "I…will try harder next time," he whispered, although no one was around to hear him. He decided to make his way to his room, at least until the slender hand of a woman stopped him.
"Aren't you going to have your afternoon snack? I made chocolate chip cookies for you," the woman told him sweetly. She knelt before him, looking at him with worried eyes. "Aww, sweetie, what is it? Did you have a bad day at school?" she asked, placing one hand on the print that was left on the boy's face.
The boy looked at her with watery eyes and wrapped his arms around where her maid apron hung around her waist. "I'm so stupid!" he cried. "I'll never be good at anything!" he told her.
The woman wrapped her arms around him and scooped the child up in her arms. "Oh darling, you are far from stupid. You must remember; it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, dear. You are special. God puts everyone here for a reason, you know. You need to be proud of yourself. What is it you have there?" she asked, taking the paper from his hands.
Lesson 2: Fate Can Be Cruel-
It was evening, and Todd was outside of the family's estate. He approached the front door and fished for his keys. "Damn things, I am always losing them," he muttered. As always, he didn't expect his parents to be home; they never were. It hardly mattered to him as he preferred it and was used to their absence. When he stepped through the door, he felt around for the light switch before turning it on to illuminate the entryway. Of course, as soon as he turned on the light, he regretted it. The marble floor was covered in the glass remains of what once had been priceless sculptures. Todd's heart stopped beating instantaneously as his eyes widened with panic. He ran into the study, one of the many rooms off the main entrance. That room, too, was in shambles; papers littered the floor, and the central computer was missing from its proper place on his father's desk. "Sh*t!" he cursed, his eyes darting around. Something had indeed happened here. He went for the small safe behind a fake row of books on one of the shelves. His digits worked quickly to punch in the code as his trembling hands took out his father's revolver and the box of bullets that went with it. The weapon felt extra heavy in his unsteady hand as he started to load the bullets in quickly. After loading the six shots, he dropped the box but didn't bother to pause and retrieve it. Instead, he hurried out of the room and towards the winding staircase, although he feared what would await him at the top.
As he walked, he kept his steps light so he wouldn't make too much noise. When he reached the top of the stairs, he nearly dropped the gun from the sight that awaited him. "Mabel," he gasped at the sight of his maid, who had also acted as his nanny and cared for him until that day. The woman lay there with a knife near her hand, her usually bright blue eyes frozen in a state of horror. Blood soaked their white carpet, although it was hard to see any injuries aside from two knife wounds along the woman's arms and wrists. "Mabel!" he yelled a bit too loudly as he hurried to kneel beside her. He reached to place a hand on the woman's neck, but he could not feel a pulse. A knot tied in Todd's stomach as he looked helplessly at the body of his second mother. What on earth had happened here tonight? He had little time to mourn the woman's death as he wondered if the woman's fifteen-year-old daughter Kelsey was still present. The teen also worked for his family as a maid when she wasn't attending a public high school.
Todd forced himself to stand, although his face held a sallow tone. He forced himself to move down the hallway until he heard a high-pitched scream. His eyes widened, and he took off down the hall to the upstairs library. While his instincts told him to retreat, he entered the room anyway. "Leave her alone!" he screamed, not caring that he was in the line of sight of the assailant. The room was dark, and it was difficult for Todd to see anything other than the silhouette of the maid's young daughter, Kelsey, and a thin male with straggly hair. To his surprise, the assailant did not have a gun. Instead, he was holding a dagger that glinted in the moonlight that showed through the window.
"And if I don't, what will you do about it, boy?" he asked. "Are you about to risk your human life for a stupid servant girl?" the man asked coldly.
Todd's hand was trembling, but he cocked the gun and placed a hand on the trigger. "I will shoot you if you don't leave her be," he warned him, although his words were as shaky as his entire body.
The voice of the thin man laughed. "You are going to shoot me; I would like to see you try," the man remarked as if it didn't matter one way or the other.
The anger inside Todd flared, but he still kept his composure. "Give her to me, and I will show you where all the money is in this house. Please, leave her be," he begged.
The man laughed again. "You think that I want money?" he asked, placing the knife against Kelsey's throat harder to draw a little blood. The girl screamed and, without much warning, kicked her foot back to hit her captor in the jewels. He loosened his grip to suck in a breath, and the girl was able to spin to the side away from him. Todd squeezed the trigger on the gun once and then three more times from the adrenalin that rushed through him, each of the bullets biting into the assailant's flesh and knocking him to the ground. The man didn't even try to escape, nor did he scream out in agony.
Lesson 3: One's Fate Should Never be Controlled
A year or two ago, Todd had started to prepare to attend college. He could remember the week before he left, almost as if it was yesterday. He stood in the long hallway of the estate, his father not that far from him. The man had a deep scowl on his face, his hands behind his back. Todd's face mirrored that of his father's, which was a rare sight to see. "I am leaving! I am sick of this place! I am leaving so I don't have to see your face anymore! I'm not a child! I don't care what you say!" he snapped in a harsher voice than any tone most had heard him use.
The man's old eyes were narrowed into slits as his rage surfaced. "You ungrateful bastard! As I have always told you, you are worthless to me! You are going to disgrace this family further if you leave here! Criminal justice is a field for poor blue-collar children who have no other option but to attend community college! You could go to Yale, Princeton, or Harvard, and yet you choose to follow that low-life slut of a friend to some half-rate school? If you leave this house now, don't bother ever coming back!"
Todd looked at his father with hopeless eyes before turning away. "You will never understand, will you? Goodbye, Father; I do not need you and never have," he told him before leaving the room.
OOC Notes:
Credit for this picture goes to the original artist, which was certainly not me.