Post by Wolfgang Evan Hollister on Sept 26, 2009 10:21:59 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if Wolfgang should fall behind...[/b]
"those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still."
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age 15
, rp experience three years
, how you found us honestly? I'm this site's mommy
, contacts rhinofish@sbcglobal.net, the.simonproject@yahoo.com, or PM[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames wolfy, wolf, evvie, holli
, age appears to be fourteen
, date of birth september 16th, 1864
, species vampire
, canon ignoring this
, face claim eric smith[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight 125 lbs
, tattoos&piercings none
, distinguishing features fangs and his boyish face
, physical flaws bite marks on his neck, and he's really skinny. He's stuck between a kid and growing up, so he'll forever look awkward.
, personal style v-neck t-shirts and skinny jeans on good days. Bad days would be loose pants and sweaters, or big hoodies. He dresses according to his mood.
, general description
Wolfgang would have been a very attractive young man. He would have charmed the hearts right out of people with just his looks. He would have been tall, and lean, with easy muscles and darker hair than he has now. He would have grown into his skin a bit better, would have looked more like a man than just a wiry young boy. Would have. Because he can't grow up. ever. The curse of being a vampire at such a young age. He would have loved to grow up a bit, actually. He was one of the children that just couldn't wait. But now, he can't.
Forever, he'll have his straight and messy light brown hair, hanging in front of his gray-blue eyes. They turn red when he's thirsty. He's got a very young face, with broad lips that are almost always tugged up in a smile, except for on his bad days. His nose is a tad big for his face, and his ears are big, too. If he had lived past fourteen, he probably would have grown out of it, too. His limbs are skinny as twigs, and he's got very little muscle on his body. His fingers are long and he threads them together and mumbles at them when he's nervous. When he sits down, he twists his legs together, a habit of his.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes feeding, being forever young, people who think they can tell him what to do, people who think that he should respect them, his 'sire', hunters, fey
, strengths his strength, his youth, the fact that it's almost impossible to kill him, his emotional state
, weaknesses blood, being picked on, boys with skinny limbs like him, hugs, girls (he likes to make them smile, but that's about it)
, goals find his vampire sire and to not die any time soon
, fears that he'll become more of a monster than any of the other vampires around, his bad days, humans
, secrets he's a vampire. Well, you can't go around telling people that you're an undead, now can you?
, personality
Wolfy is a sweet boy. He does what he's told, he doesn't talk much, and he's smarter than most adults. He's polite and loving, and loves to be praised. there's nothing that makes him happier than a pat on the head or a kiss on the cheek and telling him he's done a good job. He smiles a lot, too. at least, on his good days he does.
His bad days are when he's hungry or depressed. He slips into his little hole of despair and doesn't want to come out. He has to be brought food, otherwise he'll starve or go on a rampage. He's aggressive, rude, snappish. He'll growl at you and bare his fangs, telling you to back off. But he still doesn't talk all that much. He's a silent one, Wolfgang. The only one that really gets to him is his twin brother, and Wolfy thinks he's dead. He also doesn't remember that he has a twin brother. And if he had his twin back, things would go a lot smoother for this boy. Trust me on that.[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Eric Hollister (deceased)
, mother Evangeline Grace (deceased)
, sibling(s) Max Hollister (twin brother, supposedly deceased)
, pet(s) he'd eat them
, other family James Marco (vampire sire)
, history [/size]Wolfgang was born in New York over one hundred years ago. He was a sweet boy, that never did anything terrible. That was his twin's job. at the young age of six, his twin was attacked in an alley and he was mentally scarred. As was Wolfy, who had watched the whole thing happen and was too scared to try and stop him. Wolfy got scared of going out ever after that, and would always crawl into his twin's bed because he was too scared to sleep alone. Max didn't mind, though. His brother and him were closer than most siblings and they never wanted to be apart, especially after that event.
But when they were about ten, their dad died, and their mum was forced to remarry a man names James. This James man was nice, but he wasn't their dad, and they didn't want to love them. James was rich, and gave them things, toys, and their own rooms. Wolfy still slipped in to lay with his brother. James wouldn't have that, though. young boys slept in their own beds, in their own rooms. Wolfy kicked up a huge tantrum. Afterwords, James told him to grow up and locked the boy in his bedroom. Max came and sat next to the door, to talk to him, but he dragged Max back to his own room and locked him in. their mum didn't know about this, and she didn't think ill of James at all. They were in love after all.
James couldn't keep him locked up all the time, so the boy sneaked back into his brother's room the instant he could and locked himself in with Max. They just held each other close and told each other that it would be all right. James left them alone and didn't bother them for a few more days. Their birthday was coming up, their fourteenth. Wolfgang and Max had plans to run away together to some other place in America, where no one would tell them what to do. That didn't happen. James took Max and Wolfy out to dinner with their mum. It was a good night and his mum was delighted to be around all her boys, all of them smiling for one; the boys conspiratorial-like, and James just out of happiness. They sent her to bed early, since she hadn't been feeling well as of late, and the twins played about with their new toys. James came in and grinned at them.
"What is is, James? Something wrong?" Max asked, giggling a bit. So did Wolfy. James shook his head. "Nothing at all," he told them. "I have one last gift for you two." He held out his hands to them, and the boys got up, both of them after whatever was inside his pale hands. A peace offering, they thought. Not quite. James grabbed Wolfy's arm and pulled him close, sinking his fangs into the boy's neck. Max screamed and James threw him across the room. He crumpled like a doll and everything went black for Wolfy.
When he woke up, it was dark. He didn't know where he was, but all of the sudden he was thirsty. for human blood. He didn't remember anything, not even his name. Something was pinned to his shirt. It was words, written in a flowery script. Wolfgang Evan Hollister. His name. that was all he had of his human life, and that was all he needed. Up until he spotted someone with his same exact face on in a Park in New York. He followed that face all the way to Nevermore, where he currently hunts for his "same-face stalker", unknown to him that it's actually his twin.[/ul][/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title big bad wolf
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
See anything by Lilith Thomas or Seth Reynolds[/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
