Hello hello. This is my first character submission for the Felarya world, a Vampire called Oldie. He, along with his pet Trochili Pintsize and a currently unnamed Scarlet Elf girl, will be the main characters of a story I'm planning called "Two and a half heads." I'll post what the stories about with Pintsize and the Giant's bios. Anyway, right now I'm just posting Oldie's to "test the waters". I couldn't find as much information about Vampires as I could about other races, so I might have had to add smaller things on to give him a little more to work with. Maybe. Honestly, I feel as if I rushed a bit (I haven't worked on a Bio in awhile.
) so I'd like to get opinions from you all regarding him.
Edit: Cleaning up the profile and making some minor corrections.
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Name: Oldie.
Sex: Yes please! (Male)
Race: Vampire.
Age: Several thousand years.
Height: 5 feet exactly.
Skin Color: Is currently lacking skin altogether.
Hair Color: Lost his hair years ago (along with everything else).
Eye Color: He’s got no freakin eyes!
Likes: Meeting new people, making friends, funny people, and adventuring.
Dislikes: The Sun, Fire and Holy magic. Angels and Demons that won’t stop bugging him.
Appearance:
Oldie has the appearance of the most basic of undead, the skeleton; his flesh having long since been ripped off his body. He is nothing more then an animated skeleton now, and likes it this way. Naturally he wears clothes to keep people from running in panic of him: an enchanted cloak along with simple boots, gloves, a sweater, and overalls are his preferred choice of clothing. He wears a mask while keeping his hood up to cover his noggin.
Personality:
Oldie is carefree, funny, and kind (enough). He Loves to make jokes, good and bad, and of any kind of variety. Lawyer jokes, blond jokes, sexual jokes, dead baby humor; whatever gets him a good laugh. He’s a friendly individual and has made friends with many of the Predators that have devoured the members of his former adventuring group, even having a book dedicated to recording them (it’s a hobby of his). He goes out of his way to visit these friends during his time off from adventuring, even if some of his friendships seem to be one-sided. He does have a short attention-span, however, notoriously leaving adventure groups half-way through because things "got boring".
That said, he doesn't seem to care much about what happens to others. It must be that age of his, having easily outlived most sentinel life forms, and excepts that "shit happens" in life. He'll make exceptions to this philosophy naturally but for the rest of the world he just shrugs his shoulders and moves on.
History:
Oldie is a strange individual that comes from a far off world of nightmares, or so he claims. Really, there is very little one would know about him. This has less to do with him being un-talkative (he’s quiet the chatter box) and more along the lines of him rarely remembering anything that’s happened past the last hundred years. Having lived for several thousands of years he rarely makes the effort to distinguish the passing of time, or era’s, for that matter. A few events have stuck with him over the years, however, such as the day he was turned, a few scattered years of the time when he was at his prime as a Vampire, the day that the flesh was ripped off his bones, his thousand + years of community service, ect. He finds discussing these events in his life dull for the simple fact that he’s had to tell these stories over and over again, only talking about his ascension (in his eyes) into becoming a skeleton for the simple fact that people won’t stop bugging him about it.
Simply put, Oldie was gorgeous in his prime. How gorgeous he looked seems to have slipped his memories, only having hazing recollection of tanned skin and silky white hair. He was a shortie, mind you, but a good looking one. One day out of boredom he decided to mess with a caravan of Gypsies in his world. Pillage, rape, plunder; it was nothing new. He wasn’t picky when he was bored, so everyone got a ride! Just as he was finishing clean up, which meant killing off everyone in the caravan so the survivors would swear vengeance and coming bothering him in a few years, one of the younger Gypsies placed a curse on him. It was the same girl that had led him to the caravan, taken in by his beauty. She cursed herself for falling for him, and cursed him to lose his ‘humanity’ so that no one would commit the same mistake again. He made some joke about being undead then killed her, finishing his work and whistling a bright tune as he strolled out of the wreckage. The curse made his flesh slowly rotten to the point that it began to fall off him like a common undead. Eventually he just got tired of it and ripped off the remains himself, embracing his new form.
He spent the next thousand something years doing communities service, deciding to turn over a new leaf after obtaining his new form. It was more along the lines of ‘playing nice to impress the heavens into letting him stay in eternal paradise when he dies’ rather then out of the kindness of his (rotten) heart. It was a start, at least. Eventually, years later, after many mishaps and misadventures (as well as being bored enough) he wound up in Felarya. Currently he’s offering himself up as a mercenary to adventures willing to pay his high prices. He doesn’t actually care about the money; he just figures any adventure rich enough to pay him was bound to be heading on an exciting adventure.
Abilities:
-Oldie, like many Vampires from his home world, can wield Necromancy of the grandest of levels. It’s one of the few things left over from his reign of terror in his prime. That said, Necromancy can’t work in Felarya, so that’s moot.
-Oldie lost the super strength he wielded in his fleshy form, still as strong as a physically fit human, but no where near his former power. He retained some of his bodies’ endurance, his skeletal form able to easily block attacks from melee weapon and capable of surviving strikes from Predators. He can’t hold his ground though, so he’ll be sent flying regardless (and there’s nothing funnier then watching him go flying).
-Thanks to the Curse, Oldie is able to survive without the pillar body organs (heart and brain) that all vampires seem to need even though they’re walking corpses. He’s also now a sleepless being, much to his chagrin. He usually spends his nights while waiting for his fellow adventures to wake up reading his friends book, talking to Pintsize, or practicing his shadow puppet skills. He believes that in a few decades he’ll transcend his need for drinking blood as well, but only time will tell.
-Due to his skeletal form, most Predators won’t try to eat him. He’s nothing but bones, after all, so it’s just not worth it. Those select few that try to will unanimously immediately spit him back out. He’s been told that he tastes positively awful. There’s a saying amongst the Predators of Felarya “Don’t eat Oldie, he tastes fucking terrible”.
-Oldie is, in fact, not distracted by the sexy (even if he does make sexual jokes). Must be his lack of dick.
-Oldie has
epic shadow puppet skills.
Possessions:
-Shadow cloak: An enchanted cloak to protect him from the Sun and fire element attacks, used be him even before he lost his flesh. He can still be hurt by both, but not to the extreme that he would be with his cloak off. Holy attacks are not effected in anyway by this, they still hit for full damage.
-Canteen: Full of blood from whatever non-sentinel creature he can get his hands on. Used to quill his thirst for blood and keep from feasting on his adventuring pals or pet Trochili.
-Pintsize cage: Pintsize’s, the Trochili that Oldie keeps as a pet (long story), cage. The only time she’s in her cage is when she’s sleeping, preferring freedom to its cramped confines.
-Friends list: A magical book he used to sign contracts (And enforce them) back in his prime, it now serves as a simple list of people/creatures he’s met and befriended on his adventures. Allows him to track down anyone that he has listed in the book, as it gives there current location upon command.
-Money bags: For holding money. This should be obvious.
-Food bag: Crackers and small pieces of bread for Pintsize (This is more of a snack for her, really).
Extra:
-Oldie’s and Pintsize’s relationship will be talked about in Pintsize’s profile, for the sake of shortening Oldies. >>
-Angels and Demons seem to have it out for Oldie. Angels wanting Oldie to pass on so that his several thousand plus year old soul will go to heaven (The community service really helped out in the end) if only to keep his soul out of the hands of Demons. Demons want Oldies soul because the Angels want him so badly, and a few of them figure he might taste good.
-Even though Oldie is a skeleton he still has to drink blood. Though after all these years he’s starting to “Faze out” of having to, figuring that within the next decade or so he won’t have to feed to keep from ceasing to exist.
-Has a tendency of calling people "Sweetie, Honey, Dear, Young'in,ect" Rather then their names. He rarely seems to remember peoples names, and when trying to remember will mispronounce them. He uses the fact that he's old to get away with it. This applies to anyone that isn't human shaped. Humans are almost always called "Meatbags". It helps his mercenary image.
Subject: Oldie and the Friends list. 
Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:07 pm
