Post by Edward on Jul 12, 2007 1:40:42 GMT -5
Name: Alastor Magnus
Age: 268
Gender: Male
Type: Vampire
Appearence: Alastor has sparkling white gold hair that seems almost unnatural, even for his kind. His eyes are not amber like the Cullens, but neither are they crimson like those who hunt mostly/only humans. They are an odd mixture of a lighter red mixed with amber flecks unless he is thirsty. He is slender and slim, and yet muscular at the same time. He loves to wear older fashioned clothing, especially 1800 French clothing. He always seems to have a smile and a ready handshake, if one is willing to touch him at all.
Eye color: His eyes are an odd mixture of a lighter red with golden-amber flecks. Black when thirsty.
Personality: He is fun loving and laid back for the most part, though he loves a good hunt. His definition of hunt depends on his mood, as he feeds on both humans and animals. He tends to become morose and withdraw though, if anyone asks about his past. Looking terribly lonely, he'll stay that way for weeks until he finally overcomes the depressive mood and once again socializes. He finds humans fascinating, even though his opinion of them will fluxuate from day to day. A good friend or a formitable enemy for life depending on how you play your cards.
History:
He remembers only some of his past as a human. Knowing that he was in Irland well before the 1800s, he tries to research the past to piece together his own history, patchwork that it is.
Once being turned at the age of 25, his ages regressed, making him look no older than 20 at most. After being changed, and left on his own--it seemed his sire thought it funny to infect any poor sod who looked like they were having a hard time of it. No sooner had he finished watching the agony of the change than he was off again, leaving Alastor on his own.
Back then his name was not Alastor, but he will not say what his original name was. Sometime in the 1800s someone else bestowed his current name on him and he's kept it since. Very secretive still about his past, he refuses to tell anyone just why he's so bitter. Most do not even know the detail about his sire leaving.
Wandering across the countries for years, he finally grew tired of Great Britain and traveled to the continent. France became his favourite haunt, though he had to leave because of a group of vampire hunters.
Retreating to the USA, he's lived on the North American Continent since, bouncing from Mexico to Canada, and back to the USA. Currently he's heard of a curiosity in Forks, through word of mouth and has gone to investigate.
Other: He is not an evil vampire, but neither is he a peaceful one feeding only from animals. Rather, he is neutral, and a loner to boot. Never has he been able to find his place among a clan. He hopes that Forks might hold the answer, though he suspects his fluxuation between humans and animals will make it difficult for him even there.
((I plan on creating an account for him after this has been accepted by Bella))
Age: 268
Gender: Male
Type: Vampire
Appearence: Alastor has sparkling white gold hair that seems almost unnatural, even for his kind. His eyes are not amber like the Cullens, but neither are they crimson like those who hunt mostly/only humans. They are an odd mixture of a lighter red mixed with amber flecks unless he is thirsty. He is slender and slim, and yet muscular at the same time. He loves to wear older fashioned clothing, especially 1800 French clothing. He always seems to have a smile and a ready handshake, if one is willing to touch him at all.
Eye color: His eyes are an odd mixture of a lighter red with golden-amber flecks. Black when thirsty.
Personality: He is fun loving and laid back for the most part, though he loves a good hunt. His definition of hunt depends on his mood, as he feeds on both humans and animals. He tends to become morose and withdraw though, if anyone asks about his past. Looking terribly lonely, he'll stay that way for weeks until he finally overcomes the depressive mood and once again socializes. He finds humans fascinating, even though his opinion of them will fluxuate from day to day. A good friend or a formitable enemy for life depending on how you play your cards.
History:
He remembers only some of his past as a human. Knowing that he was in Irland well before the 1800s, he tries to research the past to piece together his own history, patchwork that it is.
Once being turned at the age of 25, his ages regressed, making him look no older than 20 at most. After being changed, and left on his own--it seemed his sire thought it funny to infect any poor sod who looked like they were having a hard time of it. No sooner had he finished watching the agony of the change than he was off again, leaving Alastor on his own.
Back then his name was not Alastor, but he will not say what his original name was. Sometime in the 1800s someone else bestowed his current name on him and he's kept it since. Very secretive still about his past, he refuses to tell anyone just why he's so bitter. Most do not even know the detail about his sire leaving.
Wandering across the countries for years, he finally grew tired of Great Britain and traveled to the continent. France became his favourite haunt, though he had to leave because of a group of vampire hunters.
Retreating to the USA, he's lived on the North American Continent since, bouncing from Mexico to Canada, and back to the USA. Currently he's heard of a curiosity in Forks, through word of mouth and has gone to investigate.
Other: He is not an evil vampire, but neither is he a peaceful one feeding only from animals. Rather, he is neutral, and a loner to boot. Never has he been able to find his place among a clan. He hopes that Forks might hold the answer, though he suspects his fluxuation between humans and animals will make it difficult for him even there.
((I plan on creating an account for him after this has been accepted by Bella))
