Post by Siyamak Adish on Sept 7, 2007 23:05:54 GMT -5
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Full Name: Siyamak Adish
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[/u] SiyFull Name: Siyamak Adish
Nickname:
Age: 215 (looks 24)
Background: (Irish, German, etc.) British,
Status: (Human, Vampire, etc.) Vampire (See history for details.. he’s a weird one.)
Appearance: (Description/pic) Because of his unusual death and transformation (again, take a peek at history), his hair has become dull and de-saturated. It looks silver, more or less, brushes his shoulders, splits ends and ragged. His skin is always deathly pale, his eyes always cat-like and yellow. Fangs are always shown, but they’re smaller than the average vamps. He’s also very short… 5’2ft and weights about 126 lb.
As for his clothing, they’re dirty, ragged and smell like garbage. He hasn’t worn anything besides these cloths for a very very long time. They consist of ragged white canvas pants, a dull, blood/sweat/grease stained gray shirt and a long, dull gray duster (trench coat) made from wool. His boots are, or were, brown leather but have worn down and are tattered with wholes.
Personality: (Minimal 4 sentences) Quiet, shy, cold. He’s the guy who likes to brood in the corner and tell people to go somewhere else. I suppose you could call him emo as he still grieves over his lost love. He’s easily insulted and enraged when people insult his dead love or bring up the touchy subject of what killed his love.
History: (Minimal 1 paragraph)
Siyamak was born 191 years ago in the slums of London. He was fortune enough that his parents were not sleazes constantly begging for money, but rather the religious people who believed strongly in caring and faith. For this, they got lost of help from the local Church. As his name hints, his parents were not native of Britain but rather Iraq. They moved to Britain when they were found and rescued by a missionary team from the local church they now visit. Back to Siy..
Unable to obtain an education (that’s right, he cannot read or write), Siyamak became a choirs boy and moved up in jobs given by the church. At the age of 26, he was finally appointed as one of the priests of the church. But not too long after, something terrible happened. By accident, one of the alter boys had brought in a book he found in the streets. This book was a tome of dark magics. Curious, Siyamak attempted to read it… and failed miserably as he released a demon. Because they were in a church, the life of the demon was short, but with its last remaining moments, it cursed Siyamak to become a Vampire. The curse only got half way off as the demon died before it could finish. Siyamak is not quiet a Vampire, but because of this, his health is constantly at risk. See weakness for more details.
Banished from the church and feared by the people he once called family and friends, Siyamak fled across the cannal and into France. There he wandered for one hundred years, dealing with his weaknesses and forcing himself to consume blood from local farm animals.
At the age of 130, Siyamak met a young woman named Annabelle Masion. She found him feeding off a cow in the barn. Surprisingly, she was not frightened, but rather intrigued by Siyamak’s actions. The two talked and Siyamak explained his story. Feeling pity for him, she allowed him to stay in the barn and she gave him animals to feed from. Years passed and the two developed a relationship beyond friendship. But it was the night that Siyamak had the guts to ask her for her hand in marriage that bad luck struck again and this time by something worse.
The local village nearby had been having problems with attacks… absolutely horrific and violent attacks. People believed that it had to do with an necklace that had been brought in during the yearly carnival. A necklace with an amethyst gem at the end. Believing it cursed, they attempted to hide in Annabelle’s barn and burn the barn down. Luckily Siyamak had moved into Annabelle’s house by that point but they both noticed the flames arise. The arsinets had left by the time the duo came out to view the damage.. and ran into an extremely powerful demon . Arch Demon Chronos. Annabelle was dead in a matter of seconds. Siyamak just barily got away, but he swore to find the demon and kill him in revenge for Annabelle. Siyamak has now been traveling all over Europe in search of the demon. The upper hand he has on Chronos is that he managed to get the necklace he was looking for. Along his travels, he gained his only current friend: Septarus. Septarus is a Black Heart and a traitor to the demon world. He and Siyamak seem opposites in personality, but the reality is they’re more like brothers to each other. The duo are now in Italy by rumor that Chronos has started another rampage of gore in the local villages.
**Added: Weaknesses –
Unlike other vampires, Siyamak doesn’t have the brute strength and stamina that could help him in a fight, He’s very weak hand to hand. Heck, his fangs have trouble enough as it is trying to break skin they’re that small. Most of the time he needs a sharp tool to cut the skin rather than just biting. But like vampires, he’s weak to sunlight, weak to silver, weak to holy relics, weak to a wooden stake through the heart. Unlike Vampires.. he still has a soul.
***Special ability: While Siyamak cannot fight, he does have one little ability that Septarus taught him ~ Necromancy. He’s not very good at it. No, he cannot control other vamps, just an unused corpse like a skeleton and he can only control at the most three at a time. But to do this, he needs something to concentrate on, in this case, he sings. While he sings and controls his puppets, he must remain immobile and his focus on the corpse and the targets he is fighting. He must rely on Septarus to keep attackers off of him.
Residence: (Where you live) Nomad but currently in an unused tomb in the local cemetery.
Role playing example post:
A yawn escaped the cursed man as he reclined on the cold stone lid of the coffin. What little light of the moon reached its chilled white rays into the sticky darkness of the tomb. A rat scrambled by with a squeak and the wind played itself through the trees outside.
Closing his yellow, predatory orbs, Siyamak ran a pale, bony hand through his silvery hair and moaned. He was hungry but had to wait on his companion to return. If he stalked out now for a bite, he wasn’t sure if he’d return to his hiding spot intact. Demons, vampires and other dangers constantly lurked outside his safe keep. It made him feel weak and venerable. At this thought, he curled up into a tight ball and slowly sang himself a lullaby.
His song did not last long as he heard more than just the creaking of the wind running through the trees. Startled, he sat up, amber eyes focusing into the dark. It was then he saw that he accidenly raised the corpse of a rat.. it was still now, as he had stopped singing. He grumbled and put his hand to his head; how could he be so stupid to let go like that? He needed more practice. Now if only Septarus would get back..[/center]
