Post by aaron isaac carter on Jan 19, 2012 22:22:54 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;] AARON ISAAC CARTER  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME AARON AND I'M CURRENTLY 407 YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE VAMPIRES AND I'M THE REVIVAL OWNER. ------------------------------------------------- The day I was born into this world, I thought my life would be a simple one. Birth, live my life, then die just like the rest of those who were like me. Those who were human. Never in all my life would I have believed such a thing would never happen. That I would never get the chance at a normal life. Not even from the first day I was able to form coherent thoughts would I have believed one day I was going to become a creature of the night. A vampire. My parents were simple folk, not exactly those who had high paying jobs in London back then. Back in 1648. They made enough to get by though. What little money they had, they would often spend on me and my sister rather than themselves. I never really understood the act when I was younger, wondering why they never tried to take care of themselves and focused on us. Their sacrifices made more sense to me in the later years of my life though, and I was thankful for those actions. When I was probably around nine years old, I was working on the streets mainly as a paperboy, though I would pickpocket other times too, if things were desperate. Believe me though, I never did such a thing on frequent basis. I couldn't. Every time I would pickpocket, I always gained a guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something I was not proud of to any extent. I did not know then guilty feelings would be the least of my problems. I was seventeen years old at the time, if I remember correctly. The year was 1665. The days were long, and at the time, money was hard to come by for my family. We were just scraping by. Then the Plague came. I don't think I've ever felt such terror in my heart before the day of the disease. I remember seeing my friends slowly fall deathly ill around me, then slowly watching them die within a matter of hours. I had no idea on what I should do, how I should protect myself from the sickness. But then there was also my family. We were all at stake, and I did not want to die. The Plague had been in London for a year when they finally fell sick too. My parents, I mean. My sister and I could do nothing as we watched them die on their beds, the life slowly fading from their eyes as the day wore on. After their death passed, I watched my sister like a hawk, doing anything possible to keep her safe. But I should have known you can not stop such a sickness. A few months after my parent's passing, I too fell sick. My sister soon followed, and so we lay together, waiting for the dark fingers of death to block the light of the world from our eyes. My sister died first. When she had passed, I was devastated. I was alone, there was no one for me to depend on, no one for me to look to for help. Well, at least, I had thought so at the time. But that was before I had met her. She had appeared as if out of nowhere, almost as if I were still dreaming. The way she walked, she appeared as if she were walking on air. Everything about her was magical....enchanting. Her eyes were a bright shade of green, her hair a dark, chocolate brown. If I could, I would recite everything about her to this day. I would never forget a face like hers. I lay there on my deathbed, watching this beautiful stranger as she came closer to me with each movement, still enchanted by her. I said nothing, only watched as she gently knelt down in front of me. I remember so clearly the gentle touch on my face, the comforting smile....but there had been something else in her eyes too. Something I could not place. But even as she leaned towards me, there was nothing I could do. I was so weak from the sickness, I could not move. The sudden feeling of her lips on my neck almost made me jump. At the time, I had never really been around women much, so one could understand how this could be a bit of a shock to me. But the surprise feeling was renewed as soon as I had felt the pain of something sharp piercing my skin. I even remember the feeling of helplessness I had gotten from the bite, for there was nothing I could do to stop her. Though the actual incident only occurred for a few minutes, the whole encounter felt like years to me. There had been the sweetest taste on my lips at the type, though whatever I had been given, I hadn't been sure at the time. One moment, she was there with the sweet smile she wore so well, then the next moment she was gone in the blink of an eye. At the time, I actually believed I had only been dreaming. But when I woke the following morning, I found out how wrong I was. There were the marks on my neck from where the pain had occurred the previous night, and upon inspection, I could feel the puncture marks along with the dried blood. And then there had been the thirst. It was unbearable, unsatisfied. I still felt weak, yet when I moved to leave the house, the sunlight burned me. I could not fathom what had happened to me, what was so different. I was afraid, unsure of what I should do. And then the young man had come by. I don't know if he had been a friend of mine or not, but as soon as the boy had entered into the house, something changed in me. The thirst had appeared as if out of no where, but I sprang on him like a feral animal. He didn't know what had overcome him, and even as my fangs had sunk into his neck, he could do nothing to stop. He had been powerless. By the time I had finished drinking, I knew what I had done. And the thought had scared me. I had become a monster. A thing of myth told to children in fairy tales. A vampire. And it was all thanks to the woman that had come here to me. The night came on that day, and with it, a fire. It ravaged the city, tearing through buildings like they were nothing. And, just as the sun had burnt me when I attempted to leave my home, the fire caused a great fear to rise up within my chest. I don't know why the feeling was there, but I knew for sure that I didn't want to let the flames touch me. So I fled. For the next few decades, I remained on my own, staying away from towns and cities. I grew used to living alone on the countryside, and for the most part, no one bothered me. I was happy and content with the way my life was being run, happy not to be hurting anyone else. Occasionally I would travel to a town or village though, for I found out the hard way I couldn't survive without human blood. Not that I enjoyed having to feed from any other humans. Time flew by for me as if it was nothing while I remained in my isolation. From afar I witnessed the changes of the land, the advances of technology, the coming of the modern world. But never once did I dare stray closer, for I knew what the consequences would be. I kept to my solitude, for it was the only thing I had left. And then I met the man. The year was 2002. I had not been to the civilized world for almost 336 years now. But the man who had shown up at my door simply said he had a job for me to do. At the time, I did not know who he was or what he exactly meant by a job, but I had followed him without any complaint. After all, by that time, I had been so tired of the solitude I just wanted to be around others for a while. I soon learned this man was what some would call a noble. A celebrity of the vampire world. He confined in me that he had been looking for a place of his own to hang around. A place underground of course. So he had done some digging and discovered some old records of strange deaths, and upon finding the records kept upon me, he had decided to investigate further. According to the file, I had been deemed to have the disease of sickness which had spread through London so many years ago, but had disappeared, no body being found. So when he had found me, he knew what I was. Another thing was more the fact he knew her. The thought infuriated me slightly, but I let the feeling go. I had no more need to bother with her anymore. So upon his request that I should open up an underground hangout, open for both humans and vampires. So after agreeing to the deal, I soon became the owner of the Revival, a simple club beneath the streets of London. A club which soon became very popular. Each night it seemed I would have a guest, and I soon found myself as one of the favorites of the man whom had come to meet me in my simple little hut out on the countryside of England. How happy I was now to no longer be alone. Time passed rather quickly now, yet I refrained from drinking the blood of humans. Instead, I took refuge with the blood banks of London, preferring this way to be more humane than other options I had. But my problems were solved the day I met Meredith. 52 years had passed since the opening of Revival, and frankly, I had never met someone quite like Meredith before. Nor had I ever met someone with problems like hers before. True, I had many humans I knew whom worked for me as familiars, but unlike most of the other vampires I had made acquaintances with, I did not have a single doner. So upon hearing the predicament she was in, I immediately offered Meredith the job as my first doner. I hadn't been surprised when she had been reluctant at first, but was glad when she called me up a mere few days after our meeting to accept the offer. Ever since then, I have treated her with the greatest respect, and even though I have not gained any other doners yet, I value her greatly, though she may not know it. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LEXI AND SITS AT 15. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO MAX IRONS, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LEXI AND SITS AT 15. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO MAX IRONS, DON'T YOU THINK?
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