Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 16, 2012 2:23:11 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] MAREK ELLIOT BISHOP  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME BISHOP AND I'M CURRENTLY ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE VAMPIRES AND I'M CLUB SECURITY AT TEMPTATION. ------------------------------------------------- Oh, really, come on now. Do you really want me to have to think back to the day that I was born? It was honestly such a long time ago and I’m not sure if I could really honestly give you all the details. Not to mention I have this wicked reputation of not always telling people the truth. I like to twist things around sometimes as it keeps one safer from those with harmful intentions. But I suppose I can tell you some things about me and you can just decide on your own what you believe and what you do not. It’s not my problem in any case. Well, we can go ahead and give it a try. I was born in 1942 and if you are not familiar with the importance of the dates between 1939 to 1945 then you may as well forget having too much of an in depth history lesson. Let me just say that my mother was a Jewish woman and they were not exactly in the best of situations of the time. I never knew her or my father since they were taken away from me before I could even memorize their faces. I grew up under the surname of the family who had taken me into their home and was only reminded that I was not their blood whenever I had done something wrong. My adoptive family had three other children and eventually two more after the war had come to an end. I had two older brothers and the rest were all girls. The family was very traditional and I, as a boy, did a lot of outside labor for the man I called my father. He was very hard on all of us and always expected nothing but perfection. I always felt like he was out to get me since I really wasn’t his son… oh and of course that tiny bit where he believed it was my real father’s fault that my mother (his sister) had died during the war. When I was sixteen I had joined the military with the heavy persuasion of father and the strong desire to get away from the life I was living. I had been having much trouble at home, especially when one of the girls who were supposed to be my sister had admitted to fancying me. As one could imagine, it was very doubtful that father would have had a very good reaction to this so I was eager to escape his grasp and the heavy atmosphere of my old home. The military, for me, was a horrible experience though. It was strict and everyone who ranked higher than myself was nothing but a bunch of hardened veterans of dangerous war. So, in other words, they were all completely heartless bastards who had flipped death the bird. I despised them and eventually my decision to follow through with the army. Despite my loathing for it I did well and had little trouble sticking to anything that they tried to toss at me. Thankfully this wretched career came to an end after six years of misery. I traveled to London afterwards, only visiting my family very briefly beforehand. They had not changed much though many of the children had moved onto their own horribly mundane lives by then. Neither of my brothers had done anything but work for their father and my sisters were only busy with wooing suitors and learning to be nicely trained housewives. London was where my life had changed. Going to London had seemed like a genius plan and at first I managed to scrap up a few good jobs here and there but in the end I was nothing but a useless washed out man. I found myself many nights on a street corner rambling to any random person about how things were supposed to be when I had gotten here. I had my own home there but the relationships I landed in were empty and my actions were stupid and very poorly planned. Several times I had found myself contemplating suicide and other such nonsense because of how horribly things had turned out. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. By the time I had turned twenty-four I was a nobody… but I had stumbled into something very interesting. At first I had laughed at it and they had laughed back at my stupidity. Vampires… who would have thought that I would end up meeting one? I had laughed at him at first and egged him on in a very drunken stupor. He only grinned and assured me that he was no liar. He took me somewhere… I don’t really remember where… and claimed that the others were vampires as well. When one had asked if I was interested in letting her have a drink I had apparently agreed. And when you wake up the next morning at home and snug in your bed with bite marks on your arm… you get a little suspicious about things. I guess this was the very brief period in my life when I was what you would call a donor now. I had nothing to lose and ended up safe by the end of every night, so why not? But then one night my Misses vampire was feeling a little wicked. She offered me what she had. Immortality, fangs, the whole vampire perk thing. Who knew what she was thinking when she offered this to a useless drunk… and who knew what I was thinking when I had said yes to her. I can’t remember much but she explained after I had awoken that I would be going through some changes and that I was a pain in the ass to kill. Understandably I had panicked but eventually I had gotten the hang of things and she weaned me from her. For a long time I had stayed safe with the ones I knew in London but eventually began to lust for exploration as I began to age. And that, for the most part, was my life. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO JOSH BEECH, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO JOSH BEECH, DON'T YOU THINK?
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