Post by ghaleon de larke on Jan 17, 2008 21:58:16 GMT -5
Ghaleon de Larke
Behind the character
Alias: Rivveh!
Age: 15
RP experience:
Codeword: -admin edit-
Where did you hear about us?: uhm... A forum? I think it was... Uhm... I have no idea.
RP sample:
"Time to get---" Mrs. Hampton stopped her overly cheerful wake-up call. "Meryl?"
"Don't bother, Mom," a teenager said quietly. She flung open the walk-in closet door. "I'm up."
"Honeyyy..." Mrs. Hampton told her oldest daughter. "Don't worry about it. One life, y'know? You spend too much time worrying about boys. Come get some breakfast."
Meryl Louise Hampton stood up and tugged at the legs of her Pink Floyd pajama bottoms. She had planned to use the time to sulk, but Mrs. Hampton just stood there at the door, that stupid grin on her face.
Meryl wanted to rip that grin off her fucking face.
Reluctantly, she followed her mother down to the table, where the younger sisters sat. Nine-year-old Brooke and twelve-year-old Zie. Well, Zoey, really, but Zie fitted her better.
The seventeen-year-old stared down at the table until a plate of bacon and eggs and a glass of orange juice was placed were she was staring at.
Meryl didn't notice her two sisters staring at her. She was too captivated by her fried egg. She actually managed to eat the egg, though nothing else.
"Stop staring!" the oldest Hampton girl shouted at her sisters. "This has happened before!!" Then she ran upstairs.
"God!" Meryl shrieked. "Stupid egg is making me late! This is why I fucking hate eggs!!"
She ran a brush through her choppy black shoulder-length mane with one hand and applied her eyeliner with the other, stopping only to cry about how little her purple nails were.
It's the absense of something-or-another. That's why people bite their nails.
But Meryl chews and swallows.
Jumping into her lovely walk-in closet and stepping over that matress (where /he/ used to sleep when he had no other place to go), Meryl pulled out a black tee-shirt, simply reading 'Sleep is overrated' and a pair of jeans that were on the baggy side. A gaudy studded belt was threaded through the loops, but it was too big, and, therefore, just for show.
She slipped her feet into the first shoes she found, the blue and red cubed Vans. Not checkered. Cubed. Meaning cooler.
The girl had so many slip-ons it wasn't even funny. She hardly ever wore the Vans, though. Too common. Everyone had Vans.
The closet was full of stuff Meryl didn't use anymore. Old dolls she just recently gave up, her Element skateboard, an aqua green electic guitar.
Everyone skateboards and everyone guitars.
She finally grabbed the final pieces to her ensemble, a black zip-up hooded sweatshirt, thinner than most, and her peach-colored backpack.
The old one, light blue and covered with declarations of love, was tossed in the back of the closet to gather dust.
Running downstairs, Meryl grabbed the car keys before her mother stopped her and made her drive Brooke and Zie to school.
Success.
"Don't bother, Mom," a teenager said quietly. She flung open the walk-in closet door. "I'm up."
"Honeyyy..." Mrs. Hampton told her oldest daughter. "Don't worry about it. One life, y'know? You spend too much time worrying about boys. Come get some breakfast."
Meryl Louise Hampton stood up and tugged at the legs of her Pink Floyd pajama bottoms. She had planned to use the time to sulk, but Mrs. Hampton just stood there at the door, that stupid grin on her face.
Meryl wanted to rip that grin off her fucking face.
Reluctantly, she followed her mother down to the table, where the younger sisters sat. Nine-year-old Brooke and twelve-year-old Zie. Well, Zoey, really, but Zie fitted her better.
The seventeen-year-old stared down at the table until a plate of bacon and eggs and a glass of orange juice was placed were she was staring at.
Meryl didn't notice her two sisters staring at her. She was too captivated by her fried egg. She actually managed to eat the egg, though nothing else.
"Stop staring!" the oldest Hampton girl shouted at her sisters. "This has happened before!!" Then she ran upstairs.
"God!" Meryl shrieked. "Stupid egg is making me late! This is why I fucking hate eggs!!"
She ran a brush through her choppy black shoulder-length mane with one hand and applied her eyeliner with the other, stopping only to cry about how little her purple nails were.
It's the absense of something-or-another. That's why people bite their nails.
But Meryl chews and swallows.
Jumping into her lovely walk-in closet and stepping over that matress (where /he/ used to sleep when he had no other place to go), Meryl pulled out a black tee-shirt, simply reading 'Sleep is overrated' and a pair of jeans that were on the baggy side. A gaudy studded belt was threaded through the loops, but it was too big, and, therefore, just for show.
She slipped her feet into the first shoes she found, the blue and red cubed Vans. Not checkered. Cubed. Meaning cooler.
The girl had so many slip-ons it wasn't even funny. She hardly ever wore the Vans, though. Too common. Everyone had Vans.
The closet was full of stuff Meryl didn't use anymore. Old dolls she just recently gave up, her Element skateboard, an aqua green electic guitar.
Everyone skateboards and everyone guitars.
She finally grabbed the final pieces to her ensemble, a black zip-up hooded sweatshirt, thinner than most, and her peach-colored backpack.
The old one, light blue and covered with declarations of love, was tossed in the back of the closet to gather dust.
Running downstairs, Meryl grabbed the car keys before her mother stopped her and made her drive Brooke and Zie to school.
Success.
The basics
Character Full name: Astor "Ghaleon" Thomas de Larke
Age: 168, appears 25.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual.
Human or vampire: Vampire
School & sport or club (if human): None
Grade (if human): None
Digging deeper
Personality: Ghaleon's... rather irritating, actually. If you were to slap him with a cliche, he'd be the "strong, silent guy". Y'know. He never says anything at all, almost. Very few people get him to talk much at all, but when they do... he still very rarely says anything. But whatever. Some people like that.
Ghaleon likes being in love. Like, he likes it so much that sometimes he'll fake it sometimes until it's real. Usually, the fake feelings will become real. Or something.
His main love in life, though, is music. He's loved it since childhood, and is very into modern stuff now. Metal, rock, industrial, EBM, noize, anything dark, really. Ghaleon was in a band for a while, back in the 80's. Nothing really happened with that, though. They broke up in 1989 and he hasn't heard from the other members since.
Ghaleon's love for music is only rivaled by his mild obsession for video games. He currently owns a PS1, PS2, Gamecube, Nintendo DS, Sega Genesis, PSP, and an Xbox. Yeah. He pretty much plays video games all the time, when he's not listening to or playing music.
Don't get this man angry. Swear to God he'll kill you. Especially if you're human.
Likes:
x blood
x black clothes
x goth kids
x most music
x lemons
x laser lights
x gothic architecture
x spelling razor blade "razorblade"
x singing
x plantation houses
x Latin
x video games
Dislikes:
x preppy kids
x breakfast foods
x white
x pink
x yellow
x llamas
x sweet foods
x cats
x religion
x daytime
Fears:
x dying
x having a human falling in love with him
x finding his sister and David again
x slugs (that's one of those "don't ask" things...)
x fire
Flaws:
x has a hard time saying no to people
x usually just says whatever comes to mind
x falls in love pretty easily
x wears sunglasses almost all the time
x can be a whore when he wants to be
It's all in the past
Personal history:
Ghaleon, or Astor, as he was known as at the time, was born in 1840 to a very wealthy family in Richmond, Virginia. He was the eldest of three, the other two being his younger sisters, Emily and Rachel.
When he was eighteen, Astor married a girl named Mary Hammond. He had known her his entire life, really, but never showed much romantic interest in her. It was more of an arranged thing. His family wanted some of her family's money, actually. Shortly after, Astor and Mary had their first and only child, Victor.
Seven years later, all hell broke loose.
At one point, Astor de Larke had everything. Now, he had almost nothing. His mother and Emily died of sickness and his father had been killed by northern soldiers. Victor had also died of sickness, and Mary killed herself over the loss of her son.
Astor had been in the army the entire time. He eventually deserted and went back home, to find Rachel running the entire plantation by herself. Most of the slaves were gone at this point, off fighting or gone to the north.
After the war, Astor and Rachel decided to travel somewhere else, to get away from the memories. They settled in Louisiana, where they met a man called David. And, to make a long story short, David was a vampire. He kind of lived with the two siblings for a while, before growing bored. Once he did, he felt the need to turn Astor and Rachel.
For about fifty years, Astor, Rachel, and David traveled together until David got bored and left. Rachel, who was in love with him, ran after.
Nothing of any importance happened to Astor until 1999, when he discovered the joys of video games. He had absolutely nothing to do, so he invested in a Playstation. An acquaintance found out about this, and then felt the need to unload his entire collection on Astor, who ended up playing all of them in a month. He enjoyed one game the most, to the point of obsession. That would be Lunar: Silver Star Story. He fell hard for the main villain, Ghaleon. Not like as in in love or whatever he just... liked him, to the point that Astor changed his name to Ghaleon.
And yeah. Not much else to say.
Parents:
Abigail de Larke -- Deceased
Gabriel de Larke-- Deceased
Siblings:
Emily de Larke-- Deceased
Rachel de Larke-- Deceased
Kids:
Victor de Larke-- Deceased
Wife:
Mary (Hammond) de Larke-- Deceased
When I look in the mirror
Hair: Black, shoulder length
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 149
PB: Jyrki 69
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