Post by William Ocrhed on Mar 4, 2006 13:05:29 GMT -5
Name: William Ocrhed
Place of Origin: France
Age: 258
Personality: William is a hateful, arrogant man, which has never regret the decision of living his life as a vampire. Proud, snobbish and yet strong and smart, a dangerous opponent, his anger quick to awaken and if he seeks revenge, the desire will burn for ages. Though he is quite a disgusting personality, he has never found it hard to charm any being that might be useful. Tricky as few. Still, He gives the image of a young, kind man, most people actually finds a friend in him. If he finds them interesting.
Appearance: William is a tall and slender man. Not much of a muscular one, yet stronger than he appears. His hair is light and long, reaching his shoulders. His face is long and thin, pale. And the eyes; a strange floating hazel, the color of which he overtook from his master.
He is a snob when it comes to clothing, always neatly dressed in the best suits and coats.
History:
William Ochred was born in France, 1748.
Not rich, neither poor, the family was average in every way. Hard workers all of them, except this boy, who was always sneaky and tricky, and always got away from work.
The real story in his life starts when he was 22, outside a pub in France. Whit really low spirits, he had gotten drunk after hours in front of the bar.
The cause was his career as a lawyer, which had seemed to be blooming, until a major fiasco during court, which immediately led to his dismissal. He himself, the young and growing lawyer, had gotten involved in robbery and murder. Not directly, he never left any clues to be caught, he was not that stupid. It was the ones who had been proven guilty for the crime who, surely enough, tried to drag him down whit them. He was never brought down for that. But this was of course weakening people's faith, it was the rumors who finally got him. Oh, what damage old widows and housemothers can do. He lost his job, his money and his girlfriend.
Terribly drunk, he stumbled around at the cold docks, singing and shouting loudly. It echoed from the walls and many boats. This would've been quite harmless too, if not a very special being had heard him.
Ekan found him that night. William glared the man before him whit watery, crossing eyes. He was tall, white-haired and his eyes was fairly uncommon.
The very inside looked as if made of floating liquid, a shifting hazel which gloved strangely. The color made him slightly jealous, his blue ones paled in comprehension.
The man stepped closer, William could not get hold of his face, drunk as he was. But he did hear the words the man spoke when he was suddendly grabbed hold of, hands clenching around his throat. He gasped and choughed, trying to break free. The stranger held strength beyond that of an human. "Stupid whelp, stop resisting! Listen to me, as I am offering you immortal life." William did stop. The man must have been mad.
"No sickness, only life. You can earn as much as you want, and if you stay whit me, your power will grow beyond your wildest dreams. What do you say?"
William thougth the man before him mad, but there was something about him that made him believe. He accepted, and Ekan turned him, the night slowly passed by while William screamed from the pain which follows when the mortal body dies. Then the teaching begun. Ekan had been desperate for company that night, otherwise he would have found someone much better, much wiser, than William.
Yet luck, unfair as it may seem to some, was on his side. For he did consider himself lucky.
Ekan was old, and teached him very well. Many years passed, and William became stronger, as his maker had promised.
And as it had to be, Ekan soon tired of William. He left him after 200 years had passed, in England. 200 years. It might be long for a human, or a younger vampire, but for Ecan, it was not.
William screamed, he cursed and he spat, but his maker left and was nowhere to be found. The only thing left in William of his sire was his teaching, and the color of his eyes.
And William soon tired of being alone, just as his master had. The dark nights, cold and lonesome, drove him just as desperat.
He would not, on the other hand, do the same mistake as his maker. He would pick the most beautiful companion of any vampire. He sat in an english bar every night, scanning the minds of every costumer, hoping to finde the picture of a true beauty for him to have. And one night, he found what he had been looking for so long. He took control of the man at once, led him home to his own house and had him bring out his daugther.
So he sired her, against her will, and brougth her away from her old life. And was, once again, left behind. She stayed just long enough to learn, then fled. None could stand William Ochred for long.
His rage is still great, and his lust for revenge endless. Finally, he has found clues of her, and he's closing up.
And this time, he does not wish the girl for company...
Place of Origin: France
Age: 258
Personality: William is a hateful, arrogant man, which has never regret the decision of living his life as a vampire. Proud, snobbish and yet strong and smart, a dangerous opponent, his anger quick to awaken and if he seeks revenge, the desire will burn for ages. Though he is quite a disgusting personality, he has never found it hard to charm any being that might be useful. Tricky as few. Still, He gives the image of a young, kind man, most people actually finds a friend in him. If he finds them interesting.
Appearance: William is a tall and slender man. Not much of a muscular one, yet stronger than he appears. His hair is light and long, reaching his shoulders. His face is long and thin, pale. And the eyes; a strange floating hazel, the color of which he overtook from his master.
He is a snob when it comes to clothing, always neatly dressed in the best suits and coats.
History:
William Ochred was born in France, 1748.
Not rich, neither poor, the family was average in every way. Hard workers all of them, except this boy, who was always sneaky and tricky, and always got away from work.
The real story in his life starts when he was 22, outside a pub in France. Whit really low spirits, he had gotten drunk after hours in front of the bar.
The cause was his career as a lawyer, which had seemed to be blooming, until a major fiasco during court, which immediately led to his dismissal. He himself, the young and growing lawyer, had gotten involved in robbery and murder. Not directly, he never left any clues to be caught, he was not that stupid. It was the ones who had been proven guilty for the crime who, surely enough, tried to drag him down whit them. He was never brought down for that. But this was of course weakening people's faith, it was the rumors who finally got him. Oh, what damage old widows and housemothers can do. He lost his job, his money and his girlfriend.
Terribly drunk, he stumbled around at the cold docks, singing and shouting loudly. It echoed from the walls and many boats. This would've been quite harmless too, if not a very special being had heard him.
Ekan found him that night. William glared the man before him whit watery, crossing eyes. He was tall, white-haired and his eyes was fairly uncommon.
The very inside looked as if made of floating liquid, a shifting hazel which gloved strangely. The color made him slightly jealous, his blue ones paled in comprehension.
The man stepped closer, William could not get hold of his face, drunk as he was. But he did hear the words the man spoke when he was suddendly grabbed hold of, hands clenching around his throat. He gasped and choughed, trying to break free. The stranger held strength beyond that of an human. "Stupid whelp, stop resisting! Listen to me, as I am offering you immortal life." William did stop. The man must have been mad.
"No sickness, only life. You can earn as much as you want, and if you stay whit me, your power will grow beyond your wildest dreams. What do you say?"
William thougth the man before him mad, but there was something about him that made him believe. He accepted, and Ekan turned him, the night slowly passed by while William screamed from the pain which follows when the mortal body dies. Then the teaching begun. Ekan had been desperate for company that night, otherwise he would have found someone much better, much wiser, than William.
Yet luck, unfair as it may seem to some, was on his side. For he did consider himself lucky.
Ekan was old, and teached him very well. Many years passed, and William became stronger, as his maker had promised.
And as it had to be, Ekan soon tired of William. He left him after 200 years had passed, in England. 200 years. It might be long for a human, or a younger vampire, but for Ecan, it was not.
William screamed, he cursed and he spat, but his maker left and was nowhere to be found. The only thing left in William of his sire was his teaching, and the color of his eyes.
And William soon tired of being alone, just as his master had. The dark nights, cold and lonesome, drove him just as desperat.
He would not, on the other hand, do the same mistake as his maker. He would pick the most beautiful companion of any vampire. He sat in an english bar every night, scanning the minds of every costumer, hoping to finde the picture of a true beauty for him to have. And one night, he found what he had been looking for so long. He took control of the man at once, led him home to his own house and had him bring out his daugther.
So he sired her, against her will, and brougth her away from her old life. And was, once again, left behind. She stayed just long enough to learn, then fled. None could stand William Ochred for long.
His rage is still great, and his lust for revenge endless. Finally, he has found clues of her, and he's closing up.
And this time, he does not wish the girl for company...
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