Post by ARO QUIRKE on Aug 7, 2009 17:54:21 GMT -6
ARO NARCISSIS QUIRKE
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forgive me, i'm trying to find
my calling, i'm calling at night
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
Aro, I don’t usually give out my full name, however fitting it may be. My full name is Aro Narcissis Quirke. I’m from Irish decent so that’s the reason behind my not so average surname. As for my name, it is a boring story really, Aro was a common name in the UK at the time though somehow it lost it’s popularity over the years. I wonder why really. Since it it such a pretty name, don’t you think. As for my middle name, well my parents were fascinated with myths, funnily enough. Narsissis was a beautiful human who once caught sight of his reflection in a lake and fell in love with himself. It’s a long story really but he ended up trying to kiss his refection but fell into the lake and died. Since he was so beautiful the Goddess Venus didn’t want him to die a normal death but she tried to make him live forever in a plant, Narcissus, heard of it? Very beautiful if I may say so myself. As for nicknames and things alike, don’t you think ‘Aro’ is short enough?
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
Ahh, well I seem to be nineteen, don’t i? Lucky, don’t you think? I remain full of youth for the rest of eternity while the others around me age and die. I was turned when I was nineteen actually, but that was 741 years ago. You would imagine that my age would make me strong amongst my kind, in most cases you would be right but I spent a good 400 of my years educating myself constantly about culture, art, music and the alike.
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
Well, I don’t do anything really. I just be. Oh sure, being a vampire is a full time thing. In all my years of experience I’ve learned how not to leave any traces behind me and also, how to steal without making a sound. Oh sure, it may sound cruel to take things that aren’t my own.. but what do I care? I’m a vampire, they should count themselves lucky if I leave without their blood digesting through me
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
Well I didn’t really know my family really. Medication at the time wasn’t very good, all I knew was that my mother had died of heart failure when I was born, i was lucky to have been born at all actually since everyone thought I would be still born. Anyway, my mother’s profession was a bit of a secret to most people, she was what you would call a lady of the night. Bless her soul, I was her first child funnily enough. Never was she pregnant before me even with contraception being a foreign word to all at the time. I was an illegitimate child and never found out who my father was. Apparently he was of high rank and had many riches, leading a wonderful life. I, however, never got to taste the sweet life he was blessed with.
The orphanage was my home. Snotty bratty children as my company, but I didn’t complain. I was fascinated with arts of all forms rather than playing house with the other children. I was lucky to have lived through the Renaissance Period, it was in my opinion, the most incredible era of all time. The literature of William Shakespeare was shocking but ever so beautiful. The art produced by Leonardo Da Vinci and Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni was out of this world. The great minds of that time were things I aspired to become, a man before my time. When I was just nineteen years old the world was my oyster, but my sweet dream quickly turned sour, when I was nineteen the most devastating medical crisis hit. I had been a witness to the torturous Black Plague.
It was the second most painful thing I had ever gone though, it was so horrible that I wondered the streets, drunk as can be (as there was no available anesthetic and alcohol numbed the pain) and I howled through the night, begging for someone to put me out of my misery. But there was no one in the streets, everyone was at home or in hospital. The world was not a wonderful place to live in anymore. There was one night which I spent wandering the streets which I will never, and can never forget, I remember it as if it were just yesterday how a stranger pulled me into an alley whilst I was half dead. He claimed to have been watching me for a while and told me that although I claimed I wanted to die, I never took my own life. He had been right, I never wanted to die but rather have the pain taken away from me.
That man had offered me something live changing, a second chance really, and he put me out of my misery by infecting me with his venom. I spend days in excruciating pain, but when it wore off I had felt better than I ever felt before. I was a new man, if you could even cal me that. I was a vampire said to be forever damned. Although I didn’t care, and I still don’t care.
Throughout my many many years I went through different phases. At first I was always on a bloodlust, going after young beautiful girls and pursuing them before I feasted upon their blood. Then I got in touch with my natural side and spend a good chunk of my life feeding only upon animal blood. It tasted horrible but kept me alive, mostly. Then I turned to the most suitable way for a vampire to live. I fed when I was hungry and not to excess. And in the rest of my time I spent it by trying to become stronger, faster, smarter.
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
Yes ladies and gentlemen you have guessed it, I have been told that I am as vain as a mirror. Some people may think that I am superficial but I am so obsessed with beauty in all forms I would probably not want to be associated with you unless I think you are a certain degree of good looking. But I am not all that bad, I have some good points, when you get past all the drama that comes with me then you will soon learn that I am pretty nice, as in, I care a lot about my friends and am very loyal to them too. I don’t really enjoy conflict although I am usually the source of an argument. I really do enjoy the simple facial gesture that is a smile, therefore I love to make people smile, it is a strange pleasure of mine. Also, I don’t really like lying all that much. It would be the death of me to lie to someone I ensured my trust in, and vice versa. Really, if you get to know me I will be the cutest thing you have ever seen but if you get on my bad side them you will see how I’m can be hell on legs. I can only take so much so those people who try to get on my nerves had better beware because I am not kind to those that push my buttons. Although I have been living for many years I guess my hormones have stayed the same because truth be told, I am an extremely sexual person. maybe it runs in the family to be a bit sex crazy, my mother was a prostitute after all. There are times when I need to find solace in random things and at that point I would want to be alone. I can be a bit of a loner sometimes because I get flashbacks of my life, through wars, through the plague and watching the people I grew up with continue growing while I remain forever young. Don’t be fooled though, I can be very happy go lucky at times. I am usually very energetic and the life, cough, of the party. Ironic isn’t it? How the undead is the life of the party.. anyways. I enjoy enjoying myself. Obviously I guess but it is true. When you see my smile I will just make you melt, whoever you is referring to that is.
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
Well I could make you cry by playing you a piece of fine music, but that’s not you mean by talents, do you? Ah, you’re interested in how much of a threat I am. Fair enough. Mind Control. It isn’t all that simple. I can reach into your mind and make you see what I want you to see. If I make you feel as if you are getting burnt then you will feel the pain but no actual pain will be inflicted on you. I can make you see a heavenly dream of a horrible nightmare. Some people are immune to this I have heard but I haven’t yet met someone like that.
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
I am most defiantly not the best there is, but I might be the closest thing you find to perfection. I haven’t decided whom I would pledge my allegiance with, whether its with the goodies or the badies, if you know what I mean. Ultimately I don’t like the Resistance, they are weaklings trying to put up a fight they’ve already lost. The fallen angels are strange to me, actually. I think they are really full of themselves, almost as much as the normal angels. Demons, well, they are not to be messed with and that’s all I’ll say. Elementals are kick ass and impress me but I don’t think much of them. Werewolves? Now they are flea bags who should all just die tragically. I have views on the other species but it would bore you, what you need to know is that although they may be dinner, I have a great respect to humans. And I am thinking of getting a servant of my own. Life has been a bit lonely all these years, maybe a partner would be an easy fix to it all.
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
Sadly, I really love the sunrise and sunset but I haven’t seen one of those in centuries. The closest thing I have gotten to seeing a sunrise or set is through art and film. I love all forms of art. Music, Literature, Paintings, Sculpting, Theatre and so on, I think it was really beneficial to my mental health to have taken so many years and dedicated them solely to art. I do really hate wars of you humans. After fighting in my fair share of wars I can safely say that it does no good and is simply a traumatic experience. There are many things that interest me and things that make me tick but they are irrelevant really, those are the only ones I would imagine you caring about.
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
I never stained my body with ink or tampered with it by piercing it. The fact that on my body you will not find a single scar should be distinguishing enough. I don’t even have a mark or were my creator bit me, its unexplainable but true.
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
In all my years I never truly looked for love and all that but I think it’s about time I find a partner. Gender is not an issue to me, love has no boundaries. But then again I know what I prefer in a partner. MY preferences have nothing to do with gender though; it has to do with race. I can’t say I could see myself with a werewolf but then again I would be very happy with a vampire or human. Until I do find love, however, I am pretty happy with just having lust in my desires.
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, Aro?
Are you mocking me? Or do you truly have no idea about the needs of a vampire. Your throat, for example, would sound delicious right about now.
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NAME/ALIAS: kikka
AGE: seixteen
RP EXPERIENCE: meh years, like four to be prudent, six to be more realistic.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: nope, brand spanking new
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
if only kennedi knew how alexander felt. it was weird how two people liked each other but both were shy to say anything about it. kennedi wouldn’t in a million years be the one to make a move. she was a bit old fashioned and well, she thought that it was the guy who asks the girl out. only in meaningless flings would she break this rule. when it came to matters of the heart, kennedi never took risks to big to handle.
she liked the way he bit his lower lip, it made him human. she sometimes imagined him as a sort of god or some thing. please keep in mind that kennedi is a, sort of, normal girl and she should be entitled to make oblivious hyperboles. no, she would never tell him that she imagined him in this way. never. okay?
as her blood started to pump a little faster and her heart started beating a little harder, she felt oddly warm on her cheeks. she wasn’t used to blushing but a rose tint was very much visible on her flushed completion. she didn’t know what to do to hide her skin. it was as if her skin betrayed her and didn’t wasn’t to take part in her charade any more. kennedi’s eyes opened a little bit when suddenly she realized that her face wasn’t the only one with a blush. ken started to feel a little more like herself again.
what? he just asked her what? of course you stupid boy, she would looooveee to hang out with you. “yuh, that would be nice” of course she had no idea what he had planned but she honestly couldn’t care less what they do as long as she could spend some more time with the yesterday’s disaster lead vocals. oh how cool is she!? of course, to her, his status didn’t mean anything besides that he loved music, and that is what she could relate to most of all.
her blush returned when she spoke ”that was cute” he said. grrrr to you. why did he apologies? all he did was make her heart happy. she shrugged to make it seem like it didn’t send electricity down her spine. “don’t be,” she tried to say as cool-ley as possible, her voice was a bit off tune but she tried to hide it by clearing her throat. ”excuse me” excuse me? what was she going on about. she is such a loon.
oh yes. kennedi had fallen for a jedi. oh so sexy isn’t it? jealous much? you should be. she was amused by his response to her news of already having a date. and even more amused when he had a joyful look in his eyes after she stated that she really didn’t have one at all. she waited patiently as he asked her to go with him to the rave. she was ecstatic but kept her cool. a moment later, not to sound to desperate, she answered “i’d like that.” she didn’t giggle but half smiled and stared straight into alexander’s eyes that were a few shades darker than her own. she saw the sun reflect in his eyes and couldn’t brake the contact.
“so would you go as sweeney then? or do you have something else in mind?” ken tried to lighten the mood a little. “i haven’t prepared a costume or anything yet so we can go as something else.” after a moments thought she came up with another idea that wasn’t exactly better than her original plan but simply equally as creative, “maybe jack and sally..” she didn’t describe who the two were but she took it for granted that ale knew ‘the nightmare before christmas’.
she liked the way he bit his lower lip, it made him human. she sometimes imagined him as a sort of god or some thing. please keep in mind that kennedi is a, sort of, normal girl and she should be entitled to make oblivious hyperboles. no, she would never tell him that she imagined him in this way. never. okay?
as her blood started to pump a little faster and her heart started beating a little harder, she felt oddly warm on her cheeks. she wasn’t used to blushing but a rose tint was very much visible on her flushed completion. she didn’t know what to do to hide her skin. it was as if her skin betrayed her and didn’t wasn’t to take part in her charade any more. kennedi’s eyes opened a little bit when suddenly she realized that her face wasn’t the only one with a blush. ken started to feel a little more like herself again.
what? he just asked her what? of course you stupid boy, she would looooveee to hang out with you. “yuh, that would be nice” of course she had no idea what he had planned but she honestly couldn’t care less what they do as long as she could spend some more time with the yesterday’s disaster lead vocals. oh how cool is she!? of course, to her, his status didn’t mean anything besides that he loved music, and that is what she could relate to most of all.
her blush returned when she spoke ”that was cute” he said. grrrr to you. why did he apologies? all he did was make her heart happy. she shrugged to make it seem like it didn’t send electricity down her spine. “don’t be,” she tried to say as cool-ley as possible, her voice was a bit off tune but she tried to hide it by clearing her throat. ”excuse me” excuse me? what was she going on about. she is such a loon.
oh yes. kennedi had fallen for a jedi. oh so sexy isn’t it? jealous much? you should be. she was amused by his response to her news of already having a date. and even more amused when he had a joyful look in his eyes after she stated that she really didn’t have one at all. she waited patiently as he asked her to go with him to the rave. she was ecstatic but kept her cool. a moment later, not to sound to desperate, she answered “i’d like that.” she didn’t giggle but half smiled and stared straight into alexander’s eyes that were a few shades darker than her own. she saw the sun reflect in his eyes and couldn’t brake the contact.
“so would you go as sweeney then? or do you have something else in mind?” ken tried to lighten the mood a little. “i haven’t prepared a costume or anything yet so we can go as something else.” after a moments thought she came up with another idea that wasn’t exactly better than her original plan but simply equally as creative, “maybe jack and sally..” she didn’t describe who the two were but she took it for granted that ale knew ‘the nightmare before christmas’.
