Post by orpheus on Aug 21, 2011 2:02:15 GMT -5
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Butler,
Gerard[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
The Impossible
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Orpheus is a strong looking man, due to his status as a vamprye. Despite this, he tends to shy way from physical violence, not really caring for it. Instead he tends to stick to books, reading and expanding his considerable library of cranial knowledge. When he speaks, his words are usually wise and insightful, and his emotions stay cool and calm. His favorite place to be is in a library, or laying beside somebody in bed (non-sexually meant).
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Tuttle, Orpheus
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sweet 83
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Male
race[/color]:;[/b][/size] born a, Vampyre (Prishtara)
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
ORPHEUS is, Six feet and two inchestall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
London, England
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Straight
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED?N
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Innate: Dream Manipulation
Abilities:
Everlasting Night -50
Hypnotic slumber -50
(Wanna keep the rest of the points for later)
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Not really, though he does often carry a pocket knife and a straight razor for shaving (habit)
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Fairly tight black leather pants and a light blue long sleeve button up shirt
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None, he sometimes steal some but usually walks
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
He wears a black and sliverv eco driven, atomic watch so he can keep accurate track of time so he knows when night falls and day dawns.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
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Good
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Darkness (duh)
,Tea
,Water (Cause of his time under the bridge)
,Ladies (In the sense of a woman acting like a lady)
,Helping others with their problems
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Being alone
,Hospitals
,Killing
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Orpheus despises being under bridges due to his childhood
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Orpheus is obssessed with dreams, as he is called a Dream Walker. He loves to see other peoples dreams, and interpet them (though he usually changes them to make them feel better)
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Orpheus Tuttle was born to a single mom in the streets of London in 1928. His mother loved him very much, and because they didn't have a home, she would leave him with friends while she worked the sheets to try to make money enough for them to live by. When he was old enough, Orpheus began living on the streets, stealing what he could food wise and money wise to help his mother and himself. He slept under a bridge, where a small creek flowed past and several yards away became a sewage dump. A small oak tree struggled to grow there as well, thriving upon the water and trash that supplied it with nutrients.
Years passed, and all the sudden World War 2 broke out. Orpheus began having strange dreams of a man, who would come to him and speak to him about different things, what was happening in the world and stuff like that. Orpheus didn't really care what was happening out there, as long as he was helping his mother. Each night after the dreams, Orpheus would wake up feeling sick and weak. He would struggle through the day. Eventually, the worst happened. After a particular bombing, Orpheus couldn't find his mother. She was nowhere to be seen or heard from. He assumed she had died in the bombing, but it was never confirmed.
Orpheus slipped into depression. He stayed under the bridge, living there as he had for his whole life. The odd dreams of the man began to increase, along with his spells of sickness and weakness.He even ended up in the hospital. The doctors claimed he was sick and weak from blood loss, though Orpheus could never remember cutting himself. They also wanted to know how long he had been doing drugs, because of the needle marks upon his arms. Orpheus had never done drugs in his life that he could recall. He got better in the hospital, and when he was released, he went back to living under his bridge.
A few more years passed, and the pattern continued. Orpheus stole what he needed, worked odd jobs which happened to be at libraries a lot, and frequently got sick and weak. Finally, undable to stand it anymore, Orpheus demanded what was going on from the stranger in the dream. The man paused, looking at Orpheus as if he was something new,and finally spoke back. "What, it took you this long to ask?" Orpheus was astounded, but adamant. He demanded answers from the man, who or what he was and why he was bothering Orpheus. The man laughed, saying he was simply another being, who required blood to live, and had chosen Orpheus because he was a nobody. Throughly confused, Orpheus told him that was impossible, that vamipyres where fake, that they did not exist. Stepping closer, the man bared hideous fangs and laughed, saying that they most certainly did. Orpheus broke then, telling the vampire to end his life, because Orpheus had been ruined and destroyed by him.
The vamprye was interested in this statement, and suddenly Orpheus' dream changed. He was in roaring inferno, flames flashing all around him as the tempature leap beyond anything he had know. Sweat poured from his pores, and he gasped, falling to his knees. The vamprye stepped behind him and whispered softly, "You want me to end it? Very well then!" With a lung, the vamprye sank his fangs into the back of Orpheus' head, just behind his ear. Quickly he released Orpheus, who fell onto his back, pain erupting in his mind. The vampyre lunged forward and sank his fangs into to the dying man's chest.
Orpheus awoke, under the bridge still. It was dark, and he was confused. A man stood near him, a fire burning upon the ground. The man procceeded to explain that Orpheus was now a vamprye. He was required to drink the blood of others to sustain himself, he could not walk in the light, and he was highly allergic to silver and wood, specificly the the closest kind of wood you where born at. The man pointed at the oak tree. With that, the man vanished.
Years passed, and Orpheus learned his now skills and talents. He was indeed allergic to silver and oak. He could not walk in sunlight. But he was stronger, faster, and healthier then he had ever been. He got a job working at a library, where he loved to read books and study on off hours. It was here he learned to enter the dreams of others, and to manipulate them. He often did it to students who would come. They would fall asleep during study, and Orpheus would slip into their dreams, and become their tutor and teach them what they needed to know. It was a nice life. He never hurt anybody, only drinking blood from people who where healthy enought to spare it, and he never harmed anybody through their dreams except for once, and that was accidentally and he quickly fixed the mistake and healed them.
Orpheus began to grow lonely, and tried several ways to find somebody to love him. Though he never lied about what he was. This scared almost all women away, and he was sincerly hurt by this. He began offering ladies companionship instead. offering to interpret their dreams but telling them the only way he could do it was to sleep with them (no sex implied, actual sleep). They would agree, and Orpheus would manipulate their dreams, telling them what they meant and occassionally feeding when he needed. He felt a little bad about it, but it worked and everybody won, and even better nobody got hurt.
Years passed, and all the sudden World War 2 broke out. Orpheus began having strange dreams of a man, who would come to him and speak to him about different things, what was happening in the world and stuff like that. Orpheus didn't really care what was happening out there, as long as he was helping his mother. Each night after the dreams, Orpheus would wake up feeling sick and weak. He would struggle through the day. Eventually, the worst happened. After a particular bombing, Orpheus couldn't find his mother. She was nowhere to be seen or heard from. He assumed she had died in the bombing, but it was never confirmed.
Orpheus slipped into depression. He stayed under the bridge, living there as he had for his whole life. The odd dreams of the man began to increase, along with his spells of sickness and weakness.He even ended up in the hospital. The doctors claimed he was sick and weak from blood loss, though Orpheus could never remember cutting himself. They also wanted to know how long he had been doing drugs, because of the needle marks upon his arms. Orpheus had never done drugs in his life that he could recall. He got better in the hospital, and when he was released, he went back to living under his bridge.
A few more years passed, and the pattern continued. Orpheus stole what he needed, worked odd jobs which happened to be at libraries a lot, and frequently got sick and weak. Finally, undable to stand it anymore, Orpheus demanded what was going on from the stranger in the dream. The man paused, looking at Orpheus as if he was something new,and finally spoke back. "What, it took you this long to ask?" Orpheus was astounded, but adamant. He demanded answers from the man, who or what he was and why he was bothering Orpheus. The man laughed, saying he was simply another being, who required blood to live, and had chosen Orpheus because he was a nobody. Throughly confused, Orpheus told him that was impossible, that vamipyres where fake, that they did not exist. Stepping closer, the man bared hideous fangs and laughed, saying that they most certainly did. Orpheus broke then, telling the vampire to end his life, because Orpheus had been ruined and destroyed by him.
The vamprye was interested in this statement, and suddenly Orpheus' dream changed. He was in roaring inferno, flames flashing all around him as the tempature leap beyond anything he had know. Sweat poured from his pores, and he gasped, falling to his knees. The vamprye stepped behind him and whispered softly, "You want me to end it? Very well then!" With a lung, the vamprye sank his fangs into the back of Orpheus' head, just behind his ear. Quickly he released Orpheus, who fell onto his back, pain erupting in his mind. The vampyre lunged forward and sank his fangs into to the dying man's chest.
Orpheus awoke, under the bridge still. It was dark, and he was confused. A man stood near him, a fire burning upon the ground. The man procceeded to explain that Orpheus was now a vamprye. He was required to drink the blood of others to sustain himself, he could not walk in the light, and he was highly allergic to silver and wood, specificly the the closest kind of wood you where born at. The man pointed at the oak tree. With that, the man vanished.
Years passed, and Orpheus learned his now skills and talents. He was indeed allergic to silver and oak. He could not walk in sunlight. But he was stronger, faster, and healthier then he had ever been. He got a job working at a library, where he loved to read books and study on off hours. It was here he learned to enter the dreams of others, and to manipulate them. He often did it to students who would come. They would fall asleep during study, and Orpheus would slip into their dreams, and become their tutor and teach them what they needed to know. It was a nice life. He never hurt anybody, only drinking blood from people who where healthy enought to spare it, and he never harmed anybody through their dreams except for once, and that was accidentally and he quickly fixed the mistake and healed them.
Orpheus began to grow lonely, and tried several ways to find somebody to love him. Though he never lied about what he was. This scared almost all women away, and he was sincerly hurt by this. He began offering ladies companionship instead. offering to interpret their dreams but telling them the only way he could do it was to sleep with them (no sex implied, actual sleep). They would agree, and Orpheus would manipulate their dreams, telling them what they meant and occassionally feeding when he needed. He felt a little bad about it, but it worked and everybody won, and even better nobody got hurt.
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Vulnerable to oak
