Post by Bill Schwarz on Nov 2, 2009 20:11:56 GMT
(Bill Schwarz)
'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
[/colour][/center]'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
NAME: Bill Schwarz
NICKNAMES: Billa
AGE: Looks- Twenty I I I Actual- hundred three
SEXUALITY: Hetrosexual
SPECIES: Vampire
AFFILIATION: Crimson-Eyed -NOMAD
DIET: Human Blood
POWER: ] Depending on the strength and his emotions, he can bend shadows, and help him stay in the dark better. How well it works depends on what time of day It is, how he is feeling, when was the last time he drank his fill, and why he is doing it in the first place
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAP
AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
[/colour][/center]AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
PLAY-BY: Bill Kaulitz
HAIR AND EYES:[/colour Black, straight hair, sometimes put up. Almond shaped, crimson eyes.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: : 6’1, 110lb.
BODY TYPE: Slim, slender
I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
[/colour][/center]AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
LIKES:
~l~ music (singing)
~l~ Paintball
~l~ sports cars
~l~shopping
~l~ ‘food’
DISLIKES:
~l~ being put on the spotlight, he likes to stand out, but only when he decided to, not when someone else does it to him, he believes he has a right to makes a show when he wants, not have someone choose the time.
~l~ people who interrupt him
~l~ SUV
~l~ crowded places
~l~ the sun (he thinks it too bight, even when he was human he had a problem with it
STRENGTHS:
~l~He’s careful at what he does. Each of his moves is planned out, (though he wouldn’t admit it). ~l~He keeps to himself mostly, unless he’s at a party or something, and even then he never talks much, just preferring to keep to himself and enjoy the latest hits and music. But he keeps up with the modern world a lot so whenever he talks no one would think he’s a little weird because he speaks as if he just got out of World War I. He changes as much as they do so people wouldn't wonder why someone so 'young' is so old fashioned.
~l~He easy to get along with, he’s happy, pretty much okay with his life, even as it goes spiraling down, but he can’t sulk, there’s nothing he can do to fix what he had become, so he learned to live with it. So he’s not really a depressing type, but he’s the opposite. He tries to see the bright side in things and tried to keep a smile on his face.
WEAKNESSES:
: ~l~Trust is a big issue for him. He has a hard time giving faith on something, especially since the last person he believed killed him and forced him to love on blood forever. So it takes a long time for him to be able to open up to someone. But he’s quiet only when someone meets, him, after he warms up a bit, he has a mouth that never quits (especially when he’s telling a story, it includes hand gestures, dramatic expressions, and complete with commercial breaks.)
~l~He’s lazy. Sometimes he’s not very motivated to do much. Even though he knows what he is doing and thinks it out first, sometimes he can never be bothered to fix the mistakes me makes, until they almost get out of control.
~l~Though he is cautious, he is also out there. The way he dresses catches heads, and he sometimes like to be center of attention. He doesn’t really care for blending in, but standing out, so it makes him more noticeable and he has to wear the contacts almost every day he is out in public. But since he only goes out at night, humans are sometimes to drunk to catch his eyes or are too blind to see clearly in the dark.
HABITS:
~l~ Licks his lips when he nervous, hungry, or in a playful mood
~l~ running his infger though his hair
SECRETS:
~l~ He has a lot of secrets, mostly about his past. Since he keeps to himself, no one really knows how ha became what he is now.
~l~ Also he tried to keep his power quiet, preferring not to announce to the world what he can do
PERSONALITY: He’s funny, loves to do new things, his favorite human activity is paintball. He is really lazy and sometimes don’t really care much about anything. He can only get motivated so much. He is one of those people who look for love, but don’t really believe in soul mate; instead it’s just a matter of luck, faith, and chance. But one thing he is looking for is friends who see on the same level he does or a girl who understands him even though he doesn’t say anything. He has a short temper though, but he can hide it well, and he learned to keep the snapping, sharp remarks, and scornful words to a minimum. He likes to write music; especially in something he likes to do, like writing, playing paintball or something like that, he becomes a perfectionist, bordering on obsessive.
I NEED A CREDIT CARD THAT'S GOT NO LIMIT
A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
[/colour][/center]A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
MOTHER: Simone Schafer, deceased, stay at home mother
FATHER: John Trumper, deceased, he was a band manager SIBLINGS: only child OTHER FAMILY: Aunts, uncles, cousins etc
PETS: None
HISTORY: Bill was born in Leipzig, East Germany, 1906. The baby grew up quickly and about age 6, he got dreadlocks and wore baggy clothes; the clothes were things donated for him and were too big for his small frame. Growing up, things were hard. His father, John was always busy spending money at the nearest pub or with his lasted pick up girl somewhere on the streets. Every cent that was made was used up dry by him with the drinking, drugs, and his latest hooker. His mother, Mary was too busy working double shifts at the restaurant she works at to notice her husband’s behavior, wondering why the money was always gone. Growing up, he always dreamed of living the rich life, but never got the chance. His parents were piss poor and as he grew older, little money came in, and they could only take out so much, especially John. So when he was about 16, he broke away from his family, feeling that it was necessary because he was being a burden to them. He started selling drugs, alcohol and lying about his age so he could make some money. Though being poor, he did everything he could to make money and buy the things he wished without having to be in debt.
Soon, he met up with a drug dealing gang, and he began working for this group. They sold drugs and made millions in just one case. He joined without a thought, without thinking about the consequences. The money rolled in, he became rich and brought the things he never dreamed of before. He loved it, it was perfect, not only did he make money fast, it was a steady flow, it just kept coming in; as long as he stayed, the more money he gets. The only problem was it was dangerous. Gangs fought for land marks and people got killed over it. Bill himself, only used a gun when he needed protection, but he never got into a fight and tried to stay subtle in the presence of rivals. He knew that this was probably the way he would end up dying, but al least he knew he could use some money to do whatever he wanted when he was alive. That was what it all came down to. Money.
But the term ‘if it’s too good to be true, then it probably isn’t’ wasn’t made because someone was bored. Bill got deeper and deeper into the group, their secrets were now his, and he couldn’t do anything about it. When he wanted to get out, he couldn’t. He was trapped, for life in the group and there was no escape for him, not only that, he was wanted for what he was doing. He knew if even if he managed to get free from the gang, the police would find him. Bill knew, he had no choice, the things he did lead him up to this moment, and when it happened, it was too late to change. It was stay or die, frankly, he didn’t want to die.
He changed his looks often so he wouldn’t get caught so easily, that day he was coming back from dying his hair black and cutting the hair (the dreadlocks he once had reached to his elbows) up to his shoulders. He was walking home back to the place he could only call home for the rest of his life, he was stopped by a man. He was an interesting man. Short, but handsome, and he carried himself with such fluidity Bill himself could hardly believe the man was real.
The strange things never stopped there. The man was just odd in so many ways.. He kept talking about the new ‘family’ and how Bill would be perfect for him. When Bill confronted the stranger about his behavior, the man explained that he wanted to raise a family. A powerful one, one that is on top of the world, one that has control, one that is mighty and strong. He enchanted Bill with his words, his voice was powerful, convincing, and each word was said as if he planned it out. His tone was believable and though everything he said didn’t make sense, Bill had to believe him. He called himself William, and he told Bill that if he joined his family, Bill would never have to sell drugs for money, or change his looks so he wouldn’t get caught. William talked as if he knew Bill as he was a kid, the man knew everything about Bill, and his words were so convincing Bill agreed. It was a way out, and that was all he cared about.
He took Bill and led him to a dark house. The lights didn’t work and it was far away from all the other places. That was when Bill realized that he made a mistake. Before Bill could do anything, William bit him. The pain was…there were no words for it. He felt every moment, unable to get out, unable to die, he heard everything. The winds whispering outside, the rat scuttling across the floor, William has sat next to him the entire time, telling him about the new family, and how everything would get much better.
3 days and nights passed. The pain slowly subsided and Bill opened his eyes for a fist time he was transformed. The man he once thought was going to save him actually condemned him to an eternal life doing who knows what. Disoriented and confused, William had to explain what he was, and what he had to do to stay alive.
Bill did what he was told without a word; the first time he fed he hated it. It tastes strange, and he killed someone for his benefit, but he knew what he had to do. William taught him to keep himself under control. They, mostly being William, changed a few others and started the beginning of that ‘family’. The numbers expanded and Bill decided to leave and live on his own. William never stopped him, in fact Bill believed that William had forgotten him, there were so many that he couldn’t control them, and he knew that if he stayed, they would be seen.
Bill traveled from placed to place. He always loved the big city, but too many people proved to be dangerous for someone new like him, so he settled near Forks, Seattle, and Port Angeles. Not really intending on staying, but as of the moment, he just needs a place to relax and get stronger.
IT'S LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH AND I'M NEVER GONNA WIN
LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
[/colour][/center]LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
ALIAS: Tiana
HOW YOU FOUND US: Forum Hopping
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: 1 year (give or take a few weeks)
ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:
Billa sighed and walked down the streets of Germany. His eyes glanced from side of side, occasionally blinking cause by the contacts he was wearing, which wouldn’t last long anyway. That meant he needed to go somewhere and put on another set in before someone catches him. But it was about sunset, and he was dressed in black so no unwanted rays of the sun hit him; therefore, no one would see his strange eyes or his pale skin.
Walking down the sidewalk, his now honey colored eyes rested on a little girl and her mother. She was cute, probably about 4 years old. He stopped and leaned against the wall, looking in the other direction so they wouldn’t suspect, but listening on what they had to say. He always wondered what it’s like to have a kid, since clearly he wouldn’t be heading down that road. The whole family thing, with a son or a daughter, the wife or mother; the whole concept was far away, out of his grasp, his reach. He would never have something like that, but it was fine with him.
The girl was crying and screaming, not wanting to sit on the stroller and the mother was desperately bribing her to calm down and strap herself in before someone thinks the woman was kidnapping her. Billa suppressed a laugh as the woman cried out to her daughter in a strained voice. “Honey, if you sit down, Daddy and I will do whatever you want.” Bill smiled, that wasn’t the greatest thing to say to her. What if she wanted money? Then her mother lied so next time the girl wouldn’t listen to her parents anymore because they lied. But she was only about, what? 4 years old? It might not affect her, she might just even forget about it altogether.
Curious as to what the girl was going to say, Billa glanced over at the two and actually laughed. The little girl stopped screaming, silently got in the stroller, strapped herself in with precision, and looked at her mother evenly. “I want to get out.” she said in a completely calm voice. She was a clever one. Now he really did have faith in that generation. Maybe they will grow up and do great things. He laughed and continued on his way.
There was always hope, and hopefully, things go well, and hopefully, there would be more kids like that clever little girl, who knew what she wanted, and used what she learned to control the situation. Then, there will be nothing to worry about, besides, of course, the humanoid being he calls himself. But they wouldn’t suspect, his kind usually are pretty discreet, so not many people notice; they are all blind; not to sharp on the senses, but still they still notice, they have a sense when something was wrong, some just don’t act on it. But that was fine with him; it makes it easier for him whenever his eyes turned black.
He walked down the street one last time, looking at the place he called home for so long, the place where many memories started. His beloved Germany. He sighed, and looked at the sunset. It was time to head to America; he stayed here for too long. He was going to be living forever, might as well make the best of it.
Walking down the sidewalk, his now honey colored eyes rested on a little girl and her mother. She was cute, probably about 4 years old. He stopped and leaned against the wall, looking in the other direction so they wouldn’t suspect, but listening on what they had to say. He always wondered what it’s like to have a kid, since clearly he wouldn’t be heading down that road. The whole family thing, with a son or a daughter, the wife or mother; the whole concept was far away, out of his grasp, his reach. He would never have something like that, but it was fine with him.
The girl was crying and screaming, not wanting to sit on the stroller and the mother was desperately bribing her to calm down and strap herself in before someone thinks the woman was kidnapping her. Billa suppressed a laugh as the woman cried out to her daughter in a strained voice. “Honey, if you sit down, Daddy and I will do whatever you want.” Bill smiled, that wasn’t the greatest thing to say to her. What if she wanted money? Then her mother lied so next time the girl wouldn’t listen to her parents anymore because they lied. But she was only about, what? 4 years old? It might not affect her, she might just even forget about it altogether.
Curious as to what the girl was going to say, Billa glanced over at the two and actually laughed. The little girl stopped screaming, silently got in the stroller, strapped herself in with precision, and looked at her mother evenly. “I want to get out.” she said in a completely calm voice. She was a clever one. Now he really did have faith in that generation. Maybe they will grow up and do great things. He laughed and continued on his way.
There was always hope, and hopefully, things go well, and hopefully, there would be more kids like that clever little girl, who knew what she wanted, and used what she learned to control the situation. Then, there will be nothing to worry about, besides, of course, the humanoid being he calls himself. But they wouldn’t suspect, his kind usually are pretty discreet, so not many people notice; they are all blind; not to sharp on the senses, but still they still notice, they have a sense when something was wrong, some just don’t act on it. But that was fine with him; it makes it easier for him whenever his eyes turned black.
He walked down the street one last time, looking at the place he called home for so long, the place where many memories started. His beloved Germany. He sighed, and looked at the sunset. It was time to head to America; he stayed here for too long. He was going to be living forever, might as well make the best of it.
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