Post by gabriel on Apr 7, 2013 5:19:22 GMT
Gabriel Marcas Doran
Hey, my name is... Gabriel Marcas Doran
But most call me... Gabriel, Gabe, Doran
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 152
Which means I was born... December 14th
I was bitten... 28
I'm a... local
And only... unemployed, and have enough money to remain so if I wish.
My eyes are... Deep brown
And my hair is... Very dark brown, almost black in appearance
One could say... I stand at 5'11 in height, am a lean man, not particularly muscular. My curly hair is kept long and is a very dark shade of brown, seemingly black in most lighting and my eyes are a few shades light in colour but still a dark walnut colour. Usually i can been seen with a small smile playing at the corner of my lips and a hint of amusement in my dark eyes.
I'm normally seen wearing... usually quite casual clothing, I don’t often wear clothes considered ‘formal’ anymore.
And I supposedly look like... Aidan Turner
All round, I'm... I’m a quiet man, observant, intuitive, I like to watch and listen to the world around me, remain in the shadows. I’m that man that you’ll see at the bar, quietly drinking by myself with a small smirk of my face of amusement at how fucking ridiculous the world can be. However, I’m not to be mistaken as shy, oh no, I’m far from it. If you were to speak to me you’d probably realize I am a fairly sociable Irish man, I like to flirt and if you’re looking for a good time? I’m in.
I’m easy going, cool and collected on the surface, but if you look closely in my eyes you’ll see that flicker of danger, something to be cautious about. At the end of the day, I’m a vampire, I drink blood and I enjoy it, although I’m less careless about taking the life of who I’m feeding on than I was a few years ago, I do still feed freely and if tested, I will rip out your fucking esophagus.
I can be quite sarcastic and I'm the type of guy that if asked will always give his honest opinion, I never try to shine the world in a bright, unrealistic light. The world and life can be amazing, wonderful but it's also a shit place sometimes, it's a fact happy-go-lucky, optimistic, pessimistic idiots forget and sometimes, someone has to shake them from their dream.
I'm in love with... blood, alcohol, sex, smoking, literature, art, music
Though I detest... sunlight all that much, animal blood (my fangs will never again touch the shit), happy-go-lucky people, naivety
But my best assets are... my intuition and my Vampire instincts
However my worst... I still struggle with self-restraint and I find it hard to emotionally connect with people.
And I dream of... finding something...more to hold onto. Y'know what I mean? Something I enjoy doing except for drinking and feeding. Or just, someone to care about. I don't fucking know.
My life story... My life prior to vampirism wasn’t much of an exciting affair; I was born in mid-east Ireland in County Wicklow, to a young married couple that lived on a farm of sorts. It was a decent place, beautiful in its own dreary, devastatingly miserable looking way. I think the most exciting day when I was a boy was when I was chased by the dogs we owned. Savage beasts they were, not having being socialised as pups, they were to guard not to be played with and the only voice they’d listen to was me father’s.
I used to help out on the farm, feed the chickens, the pigs, muck out the stables, oh yes, I used to love the horses. We had three, a beautiful young chestnut mare, a Cleveland Bay mare, and a strong, study Cleveland Bay stallion. I remember fondly sitting out in the stables, playing my harmonica to the horses with only the light sound of their breathing, chuffing and the wind howling against the wooden walls stables in the background of whatever tune I’d play.
By the time I was twenty seven, my life was dedicated to the farm, we all were, father, mother and me younger brother, Thomas and sister, Mary. I still hadn’t married, no, but I did have me eye on this bonnie young woman who lived in town.
But things changed, I was twenty eight at the time, it was before supper, a winter’s evening so it was already pitch black and I was out in the stables tending to the horses before retiring back to the house when the dogs started barking. This of course caught my attention, what had set them off? I took the lantern that I had been using in the barn to aid with some light outside seeing as it was pitch black, and I searched for any signs of some hooligan trespassing on our land, but I saw nothing, so I turned around to lock up the stable.
That was when it happened, something latched onto me and for a moment I thought on of the dogs had gotten loose, but as I tried to pry the beast off me, I found it was no dog but a man. I can’t really remember what happened but I know a horrible pain struck me that felt like it went on for days and when I woke up…the world seemed different. Sharper, louder, clearer and there was this hunger, this horrid hunger that threatened to send me insane. I didn’t know what was wrong with me but I decided to go to the house. The moment I walked in I hunger increased as I was greeted by this faint smell, then I heard the voice of me mother and then…everything went black. When I returned to the waking world, I was stood above the bodies of me parents, Mary was dead the other side the room and Thomas by the door. It didn’t take me long to realize that I had done the deed, my hands were stained with their blood and I could still taste it on my lips. You think I should’ve been horrified, I should’ve been but something dark inside consumed me, it wanted more of the scarlet substance. It needed more.
I went to town that night and killed half a dozen more people in the need to satisfy the hunger and it was only afterwards did I feel the guilt, that horrible feeling of having taken nine lives.
I must’ve killed many in my first year, but it was also my first year that I discovered what I really was now. No longer alive. A vampire. I also seemed to grow used to the killing, no…I grew to enjoy it. The pleasure the blood brought me was so intoxicating.
When I moved to England, I became more aware of the war, I also had my first faery. The taste was divine, so perfect, it out shone human blood entirely, I enjoyed what I was, the power I had. Feeding. Killing. It wasn’t long before I stumbled across a duo though, vampires like myself, Samson Corvus and Aaisha Alder and that’s when more fun began, the world was at our fingertips it seemed. We took advantage of the war, we killed who we liked, we drank, we fed, we fucked and we just lived. It wasn’t long before others joined our group and life was a wild blur.
I cared for no one apart from myself, not really, but for some reason, despite my heartlessness our victims seemed to always reach out for me. Like I would help them, save them, did I? No. I ripped into their necks and drank them dry all the while laughing. The thought of saving them at the time was amusing; they were little sheep pleading for help from a wolf.
The years went on but the days felt more like hours, the hour’s mere minutes, but slowly, our group separated. I went to several places, a bit of exploring you may call it with the large amount of money I had accumalated over the years, but in the end I found myself back in Ireland which is where I’ve been, drinking away my money since until fairly recently, with the war having ended and a new school in place called Northvale, England for the supernatural youngins and upon hearing word of Samson Corvus was there…well, I found myself curious, so with my faithful obedient dog of whom I am very fond of, Guinness, I travelled to Northvale.
I was born to... Patrick Doran and Margaret Doran
Not to mention... Guinness, male, Irish Wolfhound
My ooc name is... Vesper[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... Around about eight months?
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...I was still pissed off over what happened in the arena. Actually, I probably wouldn’t be as pissed off if it wasn’t for the fact that now I was officially known as ‘that bloodsucker’ that almost killed a sorceress in the fucking games and Blake loved to remind me of that very little fact. What was even more annoying was the fact that because of what happened I was at the top of the Redferne family’s hitlist which was absolutely brilliant. Who didn’t want to be in deep shit with one of the most powerful sorcerer families?
Okay, so maybe it was kind of my fault but I’d be the first to admit that I’m an asshole that doesn’t think before I act, that I act on impulse and that I’m an arrogant son of a bitch. So sue me. I wasn’t changing for no one. Dangerous situations are what I live for and if I’m challenged, well, that always made me want to face the challenge and that’s what had happened with Aria Redferne. She shouldn’t have ‘dared’ me. Because the moment in that arena I found out the sorceresses no longer had their wands…let’s just say I’m an opportunist and in some ways a coward. She was powerless because of that I took my chance to try and scare the girl, just shake her up a little and show her that I did dare.
If it wasn’t for that stupid blonde bitch the situation wouldn’t have escalated much further but of course because she had to stick her nose in someone else’s business and try to play hero.
That poor excuse for a vampire had better hope and pray she and I never cross paths again.
As I laid on my bed shirtless, looking up at the ceiling, I ran my tongue across my teeth only just noticing at this moment that my fangs had elongated. What I needed was some good, warm blood straight from the vein, yes, that’d lighten my mood.
When a knock sounded on my door and as I sniffed and listened I could tell from just where I was lying that it wasn’t a vampire but instead, a werewolf. The only werewolf I knew that would come knocking on this dorm’s room was Kira who was Blake’s ex that he seemed to be still friends with. Ugh. Since when did people keep in contact and stay friend’s with their former girlfriends? Blake seriously needed to learn when to let go already.
I didn’t even bother with a shirt because I was going to tell her to piss off since Blake wasn’t here but when I answered the door I was surprised to see that it wasn’t Kira but instead another werewolf. What the fuck? I looked at her for a moment taking in her cherry red hair that fell just past her shoulders and her deep brown eyes. I had met this girl before, numerous times, the last time being that day before the games when visitors were allowed and her and this other vampire Mack for some bizarre reason that was beyond my knowledge or care thought they’d visit me. Nice gesture but not really necessary, a bit pointless really because I didn’t care what they had to say.
I couldn’t remember t this red hair girl’s name, it was something beginning with a ‘R’ that was for sure but I never forgot a pretty face. What was her name again? Rachel? Rebecca? Rhianna? Ruth? Rose? No, no, no, no and no. I couldn’t remember Red’s actual name but then I realized that I didn’t give a shit. She was just some girl who didn’t matter. She meant nothing to me so I didn’t need to remember her name.
“What do you want?” I growled not bothering with politeness or pleasantries because I wouldn’t have meant them.
