Post by zachariah levi carter II on Jun 4, 2013 12:55:44 GMT
Zachariah Levi Carter II
Hey, my name is... Zachariah Levi Carter II
But most call me... Zach, Zackie.
If you want to, you can label me...faesexualbisexual
I've been on this earth for... 198 years
Which means I was born... 17th April, 1815
I was bitten... at 25 years old.
I'm a... local
And only a... music manager at The Gateway and an artist in my free time.
My eyes are... chocolate
And my hair is... brown
One could say... I'm a bit of a beanpole. I stand at around 6' 2" and I'm not packing any extra weight on my bones - you'd be surprised how hard it is to gain weight as a vampire anyway. I don't exactly mind my lean look even if it falls into the stereotypical vision some have of a vampire. My body isn't scar-free but my skin's pale enough to conceal them until you get a closer look; my time in the war didn't leave me unscathed, you see. Besides from those blemishes, the only really notable scar I have is on my neck - from the man that bit and turned me decades and decades ago.
I'm normally seen wearing... attire attributed to the late victorian era but I've lessened it quite the bit as I'm trying not to draw attention to myself with my "peculiar" dress sense. I still go for a fine polished and sophiscated look, something that makes others write me off as an eccentric or some form of nobleman. I'm not shy to wear top hats, cravats, vests and an array of coats. I dress that way most of the time, yet when I'm out on the street, I try to blend in... as best as I can.
And I supposedly look like... William Beckett
All round, I'm... quite an odd fellow. I've lived many years, something that has allowed me to experience many things. I've found myself having to adapt constantly to the changes in society so not to cause suspicion, something that's made me a flexible man. Since I'm going to be around here for a long time, I'm always up to try something new, to assure that my life doesn't lose its "spark". I'm calm and collected most of the time, yet I am known to have bursts of sponteneity since I tend to bore easily. And that I do not like. It takes me a while to get honestly enfuriated but when I do, there's nothing holding me back. But, besides that, I like to think I'm a nice person, and quite a fair one too.
I'm in love with... music, night time, literature, faerie blood, healthy food, people, romance, drinking, travelling, painting (oil paints and watercolour) and sketching.
Though I detest... brightness, werewolf blood, noise, sudden change, staying in one place, water, feeling cornered.
But my best assets are... my strong sense of patience and my sense of moral, something that hasn't weathered throughout the years.
However my worst... without a doubt, is my weakness for fae blood. And how violent I can get when my temper is coaxed out into the open.
And I dream of... being able to walk past a fae without my head snapping around and, maybe, travelling the world.
My life story... began with me born to an aristocrat family. I was in line for wealth and an admirable social status. All I had to do was wed and I'd have my future assured: money, security and a bonny little wife to adorn my arm. I remember her so well. The moment she floated in to the tea room that day I knew I was smitten. Her golden hair fell in enviable ringlets past her small shoulders, her skin was pale and almost shone alabaster under the sterling light of the moon, but she had these lips, red as cherries, that were always willing to smile for me and eyes as blue as the sky on a midsummer's morn that spoke leagues without her opening her mouth. Annabel was going to be mine and I knew it from the very start.
I courted her for the best part of that summer, fending off any other potential suitors with ease. I was young, handsome, rich, an all round decent catch. Annabel was lucky to have me, otherwise she would've been destined to wed any old wart that offered silver or gold. So, the evening after getting her father's blessing, I got down on one knee where we'd share tea by the river side just as the sun kissed the horizon. I am a romantic at heart.
The wedding was planned to be celebrated two weeks from that date and it was the talk of the town, everyone wanted to attend, and my Annabel seemed to grow in beauty with every passing day. I had everything. And, I suppose, I may have taken it for granted. I was a spoilt man that relished in the spoils of life, never doing without and never missing anything. I was on top of the world and in my prime. This just made the fall even harsher.
I had been walking back from an old friend's of mine as my horse was lame, and I was too impatient to wait for my friend's servant to walk to my manor and fetch me a fresh one. I was too impatient to catch one last glimpse of my Annabel on the eve of our wedding. I paid dearly for my wish to hurry home. All I remember were hands on my arms, dragging me away as I drowned in my own cries for aide, they were so cold on my skin despite the warm, muggy weather. And then there was a flash of teeth, sharp and menacing, before I felt them sink themselves into my neck. I had never felt pain quite like it yet it didn't last long, soon enough I felt myself, my whole being and my soul, ebb gradually from my body.
I was late for the wedding, that much I remember. My father said I looked as though I had been drinking again, something he despised yet allowed to slide, being it the eve of my wedding just the night before. Everything passed in a blur, I felt as though I had been drinking.My body was weak and I distinctly remember this terrifying hunger in my gut, it gnawed away at me in the most horrible way. I was told that my mother fed me a small morsel of salmon, glazed with honey and a cup of unsweetened tea, but I wasn't able to keep it down. She worried and fretted as she patted my back, helping her poor, poor sick baby to heave up the food his stomach no longer craved.
I am glad I don't remember my wedding night. I don't think I would be able to live with the image of Annabel as I fed off her. She trusted me. I was her "Zackie". And what did I do? I sank my teeth, the need to quench an insatiable thirst overpowering me, and I went for her blood. It was sweet, with the lightest hint of wine, intoxicating, I couldn't help myself. The more I drank, the more I wanted, the more I needed.
My friend came around the next morning to help me discard the body. I fled. But only after kiling my friend. No one could know of the sin I just commited. I told my parents that Annabel and I were travelling the world, looking for a place to settle down to bless them with grandchildren. They were fine with it, or so I think. I believe that not seeing their only son was what drove them to an early grave. I regret it, I honestly do. But all I try to do now is survive, adapt and carry on.
I am still travelling the world, looking for a place to settle and bless them with grandchildren. But its hard... considering I am now a vampire.
I was born to... Geraldine Carter, Zachariah Carter I
My ooc name is... Bluu[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... i think eight years now?
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...check Alex's posts.
