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Description
Im gonna move the app when I get done drawing his new thing.

General

Name: Drake
Gender: Male
Age: 234 (18)
Orientation: ???
Rank: Lord

Appearance

Key features: Dark shaggy hair; thin limbs; yellow eyes; heavy bags undereye; Raoul killed his hoodie- He had a temporary'Sons of Anarchy' hoodie until he can find a better one.
Build: Although Drake is very thin, you can tell he's very lean under his pale skin. He is very fast, and he would rather run at his incredibly fast pace than ride a bike, take a car, ect.
Hair: Very dark brown, and it often appears clean and smooth.
Eye: Yellow. Though in the sunlight they appear almost green, so not too many people think twice about his eyes.
Height: 5"5
Weight: 156
Voice: His voice is normally pitched, although it does tend to be on the "squeaky" side. His tone is often described as "creepy" or "dark"

Personality
Cold, Manipulative, Dark, Sarcastic, Prankster/Joker, Reckless, Awkward

Cold- One of Drake's biggest attributes is his ability to make anyone feel the freezing sting of his attitude. He's not one you'd find going out, being social, and making friends (not like most Vampires do that in the first place.). If any human/vampire/loup/exorcist/shifter tries to get friendly with him, they'd better have some very fast legs, because he does not tolerate any sort of friendliness or kindness, ever. He's not known to have any friends because of this, and quite frankly prefers it to stay that way.

Manipulative- Though Drake can be cold to any potential friends, if he sees an opportunity for a meal, he will take it without a second's delay. He is often caught flirting with girls, (who find him attractive, for a reason he cannot place. :I ) and leading them somewhere dark, and emerging 15 minutes later, alone. He seems to have a talent fucking with people's minds. Perhaps it's his insane yellow eyes, or perhaps it's the intoxicating aura he gives off.

Dark- Drake doesn't usually smile (unless it's him being a creepy asshole) and hates happiness in general. It might be because he hasn't truly been happy, ever, no matter how much he says blood makes him so joyful. His face is usually ridden with anger or forbidding, making him appear older than he is, and more dangerous. He is devoid from any positive emotion, mainly because his creepy and violent thoughts leave him angry.

Sarcastic- He often thinks down on any species from his own, and will try and make them feel stupid with his sarcasm and boredom. And since he is a teenager, being sarcastic comes along with young age and never getting the chance to mature.

Prankster/Joker-Pending...

Reckless- Drake's a kid at heart, a kid with extreme anger issues, but a kid nontheless. He will often assume things and go after people with fists up, ready to fight. This is what causes him to get into fights all the time, often resulting in him getting seriously hurt, or the other person getting seriously hurt. He doesn't think things through, usually acting on emotion alone. He really doesn't think of the consequenses of his actions, so he does what he pleases.

Awkward- Despite being the perfect picture of a cocky asshole, when he finds himself in uncomfortable situations, he will instantly drop all anger, all recklessness, and become very uncomfortable-looking. He has no idea how to please people, he has no idea how to make anyone happy, and it's caused quite a few relationship issues. He is also hopeless when it comes to voicing how he feels. His mind is very complicated and complex when he isn't raging, but even so, he has a hard time telling anyone how he feels, instead stuttering or looking away or saying something that's completely irrelevant or wrong. When it comes to boyfriends/girlfriends, he is very quiet and embarassed and trips over his words a lot, hoping to make them happy but not quite working out the correct way to say it. If he sees someone who he's had history with, he'll often ignore them or act like an asshole- a total 360 from last time.
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History

Pending...

Relationships

Danial
"Ugh... What can I say? When we first met, he came off as strange and judgemental, and never showing how he felt, which honestly irritated me. But after we started talking, we hoped the roofs and went to Wal-Mart to get him a hoodie as cool as mine. But that's sorta when I started having feelings. They were really wierd... I thought, maybe, I'm confusing this for friendship, but I wasn't. I love him, more then anything. The first time we kissed really wasn't romantic at all, but it almost felt perfect... And now we're living together, which is great, but his blood slave comes in sometimes and 'inturupts' things..." *suddenly realizes how mushy he just sounded* "Er, yeah. Danial's great."

Raoul
"I don't have much to say about him. He's a big ol' clumsy Loup who needs to stay away from the bar. Regardless, me, him and Danial did take down a Leech Lord, but before that, he ruined my hoodie... Needless to say, the next time I see him, I hope he has something that's special to him, so I can rip it up and slash it in half right in front of him."

Alaire
"Heh... Alaire... He's such a fucking bastard... Dumbass ran into me when we first met, then got all offended when I told him to watch it. And now, he picks a fight every time we meet, being his stupid cocky self... Oh, heh, and he got his ass beat by me. He ran off, and I let him squirm like the worm he is. I do, however, have a little respect, VERY little... He used a pretty clever move on me, and I was NOT expecting it..."

Clara
"I don't know why she's always around. IT always seems she's sticking her nose into things she shouldn't, staring at me or Danial, or just being plain annoying. I could care less for her. She's Danial's blood slave, and I'm usually pretty sympathetic towards them, but she's an exception. You have no idea how angry she makes me... Even more so now that I know she's the one Scott's picking me over. I could rip her throat out without a thought."

Scott
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy my mind gets when I'm around him... All I feel is guilt, shame, despair, and longing at the same time. I do... Love him, but I don't think he loves me. He told me he did, but I don't think he does, still. I came to him, and walked away twice... And yet he still feels how he does. And so do I... Regardless, he'll thank me later, when it hurts a lot less, for breaking it off. It's better for both of us. He has Clara, I have Danial. That's how it is. I don't... I don't even know anymore... Every time I think about him I get this hollow feeling in my chest... I guess that's just how it's gonna be."

Feu
"Ah, this guy... He's pretty confusing. Here is yet another dumbass who bumps into me, and expects to just walk away. He didn't seem scared, and he lashed out at me, which was pretty funny, but I couldn't help admiring him for his bravery, for spitting death right in the face. I was a little pissed off, but in the end, we both walked away... All in one piece, and with a new friend."

Fun facts

-No sexual activity (HE THINKS LOVE IS STUPID.)

-He is barefoot. Always.

-His fangs are rather short, so they are often not visible.

Drake- shuffles feet, avoids eye contact, rubs face, bites lip, bites inside of cheek(often resulting in bleeding), becomes quiet and distant- when he feels uncomfortable.

Drake's eye twitches when he's angry.

RP EXAMPLE:

Someone was standing atop a building, crouched, like an animal ready to attack. The person had on a dark gray hoodie that read 'Bride of the Embalmer'. His pants were all tattered, looking as if a car had just dragged his lower half over gravel and rocks. His black hair hung limply from his pale skin that almost glowed in the moonlight, making him appear a ghost.

But that's not what he was, no, he was something far more dangerous than a ghost. He was a vampire. The word sounded sweet in the young boys mind, like honey... Or blood. His yellow eyes scanned the sidewalk below, waiting for a victim. The only way he could tell if someone was there was the yellow street lamp illuminating the sidewalk, flickering eerily. He would occasionally glance behind him to make sure no Loups or hostile vampires caught him off guard. One ear to the streets, the other to the dark roof behind him, he waited.

It didn't take long for some stupid human to come along alone, looking so very weak. The girl had long fiery hair, and a mean look on her face. The more she struggles, the more fun she'll be. He thought to himself, snickering softly.

He made his way down the fire escape quickly, making sure not to place his sometimes clumsy feet in any rusty place, so the human would not hear him. He landed with a quiet thump, almost loosing his balance from the 10 foot drop. He snarled at the hunk of metal that stuck out sharply from the brick building and crouched again, this time moving forward, in a sort of sideways motion, one hand behind him, the other in front, like he was holding a sword. The gravel underfoot made it very difficult to move silently and quickly, and he made his way down the alley with extreme caution.

What had seemed like a long time getting from the top of the building to below had apparently not been as long as he had thought, because the girl was still within the yellow light that poured from the tall street lamp. He snickered and put a foot in front of him, clumsily, excitedly, and the gravel shifted.

He froze as the girl turned her head and let out a growl. His mind reeled with fear. Humans didn't usually growl, did they?

Description
Im gonna move the app when I get done drawing his new thing.

General

Name: Drake
Gender: Male
Age: 234 (18)
Orientation: ???
Rank: Lord

Appearance

Key features: Dark shaggy hair; thin limbs; yellow eyes; heavy bags undereye; Raoul killed his hoodie- He had a temporary'Sons of Anarchy' hoodie until he can find a better one.
Build: Although Drake is very thin, you can tell he's very lean under his pale skin. He is very fast, and he would rather run at his incredibly fast pace than ride a bike, take a car, ect.
Hair: Very dark brown, and it often appears clean and smooth.
Eye: Yellow. Though in the sunlight they appear almost green, so not too many people think twice about his eyes.
Height: 5"5
Weight: 156
Voice: His voice is normally pitched, although it does tend to be on the "squeaky" side. His tone is often described as "creepy" or "dark"

Personality
Cold, Manipulative, Dark, Sarcastic, Prankster/Joker, Reckless, Awkward

Cold- One of Drake's biggest attributes is his ability to make anyone feel the freezing sting of his attitude. He's not one you'd find going out, being social, and making friends (not like most Vampires do that in the first place.). If any human/vampire/loup/exorcist/shifter tries to get friendly with him, they'd better have some very fast legs, because he does not tolerate any sort of friendliness or kindness, ever. He's not known to have any friends because of this, and quite frankly prefers it to stay that way.

Manipulative- Though Drake can be cold to any potential friends, if he sees an opportunity for a meal, he will take it without a second's delay. He is often caught flirting with girls, (who find him attractive, for a reason he cannot place. :I ) and leading them somewhere dark, and emerging 15 minutes later, alone. He seems to have a talent fucking with people's minds. Perhaps it's his insane yellow eyes, or perhaps it's the intoxicating aura he gives off.

Dark- Drake doesn't usually smile (unless it's him being a creepy asshole) and hates happiness in general. It might be because he hasn't truly been happy, ever, no matter how much he says blood makes him so joyful. His face is usually ridden with anger or forbidding, making him appear older than he is, and more dangerous. He is devoid from any positive emotion, mainly because his creepy and violent thoughts leave him angry.

Sarcastic- He often thinks down on any species from his own, and will try and make them feel stupid with his sarcasm and boredom. And since he is a teenager, being sarcastic comes along with young age and never getting the chance to mature.

Prankster/Joker-Pending...

Reckless- Drake's a kid at heart, a kid with extreme anger issues, but a kid nontheless. He will often assume things and go after people with fists up, ready to fight. This is what causes him to get into fights all the time, often resulting in him getting seriously hurt, or the other person getting seriously hurt. He doesn't think things through, usually acting on emotion alone. He really doesn't think of the consequenses of his actions, so he does what he pleases.

Awkward- Despite being the perfect picture of a cocky asshole, when he finds himself in uncomfortable situations, he will instantly drop all anger, all recklessness, and become very uncomfortable-looking. He has no idea how to please people, he has no idea how to make anyone happy, and it's caused quite a few relationship issues. He is also hopeless when it comes to voicing how he feels. His mind is very complicated and complex when he isn't raging, but even so, he has a hard time telling anyone how he feels, instead stuttering or looking away or saying something that's completely irrelevant or wrong. When it comes to boyfriends/girlfriends, he is very quiet and embarassed and trips over his words a lot, hoping to make them happy but not quite working out the correct way to say it. If he sees someone who he's had history with, he'll often ignore them or act like an asshole- a total 360 from last time.
>

History

Pending...

Relationships

Danial
"Ugh... What can I say? When we first met, he came off as strange and judgemental, and never showing how he felt, which honestly irritated me. But after we started talking, we hoped the roofs and went to Wal-Mart to get him a hoodie as cool as mine. But that's sorta when I started having feelings. They were really wierd... I thought, maybe, I'm confusing this for friendship, but I wasn't. I love him, more then anything. The first time we kissed really wasn't romantic at all, but it almost felt perfect... And now we're living together, which is great, but his blood slave comes in sometimes and 'inturupts' things..." *suddenly realizes how mushy he just sounded* "Er, yeah. Danial's great."

Raoul
"I don't have much to say about him. He's a big ol' clumsy Loup who needs to stay away from the bar. Regardless, me, him and Danial did take down a Leech Lord, but before that, he ruined my hoodie... Needless to say, the next time I see him, I hope he has something that's special to him, so I can rip it up and slash it in half right in front of him."

Alaire
"Heh... Alaire... He's such a fucking bastard... Dumbass ran into me when we first met, then got all offended when I told him to watch it. And now, he picks a fight every time we meet, being his stupid cocky self... Oh, heh, and he got his ass beat by me. He ran off, and I let him squirm like the worm he is. I do, however, have a little respect, VERY little... He used a pretty clever move on me, and I was NOT expecting it..."

Clara
"I don't know why she's always around. IT always seems she's sticking her nose into things she shouldn't, staring at me or Danial, or just being plain annoying. I could care less for her. She's Danial's blood slave, and I'm usually pretty sympathetic towards them, but she's an exception. You have no idea how angry she makes me... Even more so now that I know she's the one Scott's picking me over. I could rip her throat out without a thought."

Scott
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy my mind gets when I'm around him... All I feel is guilt, shame, despair, and longing at the same time. I do... Love him, but I don't think he loves me. He told me he did, but I don't think he does, still. I came to him, and walked away twice... And yet he still feels how he does. And so do I... Regardless, he'll thank me later, when it hurts a lot less, for breaking it off. It's better for both of us. He has Clara, I have Danial. That's how it is. I don't... I don't even know anymore... Every time I think about him I get this hollow feeling in my chest... I guess that's just how it's gonna be."

Feu
"Ah, this guy... He's pretty confusing. Here is yet another dumbass who bumps into me, and expects to just walk away. He didn't seem scared, and he lashed out at me, which was pretty funny, but I couldn't help admiring him for his bravery, for spitting death right in the face. I was a little pissed off, but in the end, we both walked away... All in one piece, and with a new friend."

Fun facts

-No sexual activity (HE THINKS LOVE IS STUPID.)

-He is barefoot. Always.

-His fangs are rather short, so they are often not visible.

Drake- shuffles feet, avoids eye contact, rubs face, bites lip, bites inside of cheek(often resulting in bleeding), becomes quiet and distant- when he feels uncomfortable.

Drake's eye twitches when he's angry.

RP EXAMPLE:

Someone was standing atop a building, crouched, like an animal ready to attack. The person had on a dark gray hoodie that read 'Bride of the Embalmer'. His pants were all tattered, looking as if a car had just dragged his lower half over gravel and rocks. His black hair hung limply from his pale skin that almost glowed in the moonlight, making him appear a ghost.

But that's not what he was, no, he was something far more dangerous than a ghost. He was a vampire. The word sounded sweet in the young boys mind, like honey... Or blood. His yellow eyes scanned the sidewalk below, waiting for a victim. The only way he could tell if someone was there was the yellow street lamp illuminating the sidewalk, flickering eerily. He would occasionally glance behind him to make sure no Loups or hostile vampires caught him off guard. One ear to the streets, the other to the dark roof behind him, he waited.

It didn't take long for some stupid human to come along alone, looking so very weak. The girl had long fiery hair, and a mean look on her face. The more she struggles, the more fun she'll be. He thought to himself, snickering softly.

He made his way down the fire escape quickly, making sure not to place his sometimes clumsy feet in any rusty place, so the human would not hear him. He landed with a quiet thump, almost loosing his balance from the 10 foot drop. He snarled at the hunk of metal that stuck out sharply from the brick building and crouched again, this time moving forward, in a sort of sideways motion, one hand behind him, the other in front, like he was holding a sword. The gravel underfoot made it very difficult to move silently and quickly, and he made his way down the alley with extreme caution.

What had seemed like a long time getting from the top of the building to below had apparently not been as long as he had thought, because the girl was still within the yellow light that poured from the tall street lamp. He snickered and put a foot in front of him, clumsily, excitedly, and the gravel shifted.

He froze as the girl turned her head and let out a growl. His mind reeled with fear. Humans didn't usually growl, did they?