Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 0:14:38 GMT -4
CASTIEL VALERIAN BRIAR EIGHTEEN VAMPIRE JEREMY KAPONE M8D | TIMEZONE: -7:00 GMT HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I is M8D CONTACT INFORMATION: PM me NICKNAME(S): Cassy (with the 'a' pronounced like 'ah') DATE OF BIRTH: 03/22/1995 DATE OF CHANGE: 11/10/2013 BIRTHPLACE: Carson City, NV HOMETOWN: New York City, NY CURRENT RESIDENCE: Harper Valley, NY DIET: Human blood MAIN ANIMAL: n/a SPECIES APPEARANCE: n/a SCARS/MARKS: A scar on his wrist PERSONAL STYLE: Castiel is one of those guys that have no problem expressing themselves through clothes. He loves his graphic tees though more than anything else, with his jackets falling in a close second place. He hates baggy jeans though, but he doesn't care for skinny jeans either, bootcut is what he normally falls back onto; that or straight. Basic black and white sneakers are his usual shoe style and he enjoys his black leather bracelet, decorated in silver metal in the shape of a chinese dragon. He wears a few other minor, braided leather bracelets and an emerald-green bandana wrapped around his neck. OCCUPATION: n/a AFFILIATION: n/a ABILITY: n/a MAGI ABILITY: n/a First Specialty: Second Specialty: LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: Life always has a way of changing a person. Castiel is no different. Life decided to choose Castiel for one of it's yearly trauma victims, but even though he had just graduated high school, he was still too young to face off against life. Since his turning, Castiel has grown cold and emotionless. He cares little about things and wants nothing more than to see his life ended, though lacks the courage to do it himself. Castiel is homosexual, and even as a vampire still holds onto his sexuality. Being so young though, Castiel has accepted the fact that he may never find the right man, not to mention the fact he's a vampire and that makes it ten times difficult Inside his cold exterior though, lies the same frightened, lonely, and kind child he was before his turning. He never likes to show it but the thought of fights or death frightens him severely. He can't stand the sight of dead bodies and the fact that he now has to drink blood makes his feelings even more complex. He longs for someone to be close to even if he may never show it. FATHER: Johnathan Valerian Briar - deceased MOTHER: Joanna Valerian Briar - deceased SIBLINGS: n/a OTHER FAMILY: n/a OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Austin Woods - Vampire - Deceased HISTORY: Shit happens, isn't that what people always say? Sure, it's true but that doesn't mean it has to be taken with such a 'casual' attitude. So why am I starting out this way? Well... it's the easiest way I can think of without going into a ridiculous amount of detail, and lets face it; neither you or I want to listen to that. So to keep things simple, I'm homosexual, yes... that means I'm gay. I like other men and I'd rather have a- well... let's not go into that. My younger years were nothing to brag about either. I was bullied in middle school and high school up to graduation. My parents never accepted my sexuality and they constantly treated me with the utmost caution like if they said something the wrong way they'd push me further into the 'gay' side of the world. They always tried to get me to rethink my choices... pretty much the typical parent. They were Christians... and yes, I was one too, but my view and their view of the bible are completely different... clearly. When my family found out, they had to blab the news to the church and there ended my Sundays. That all happened at about... hmm... what was it... 8th grade? Yeah that sounds right. By 9th grade I was a pretty broken child. The school kept trying to get me into counseling and even though my parents signed me up, I never went unless they dragged me there. I really started to go downhill from there. I grew rebellious, started staying out late, hanging out with the wrong crowd of people. I got into drugs and alcohol as a way to drown out my pain. When 9th grade came around I was rarely home and though I still went to school, got good grades, my parents rarely saw me and when they did I was home for only a few minutes. High school went by slow, I was called cruel names, beaten up... and though I reported it to the office, all they ever did was suspend the students for a few days. By the time my senior year came around I was pretty messed up. I was as low as low could get and... the night before my 18th birthday I attempted to take my life. I guess the guys I ran with weren't as horrible as I thought they were because when I woke up the following day I was in a white, sterile room that could only belong to a hospital. I felt so tired and dizzy, there was beeping beside me and a bag of red hanging from a pole beside me. I was still too messed up to guess what it was at the time, but after awhile I realized it was blood. I had cut my wrist after all, so it was only typical, not to mention O- was clearly written in black ink on a white tag pasted onto the bag. My parents only showed up once, and their faces were covered in disappointment rather then worry. I never saw them again after that day, and after a few days and a few stitches I thought I'd be able to leave, but the doctor kept me there. I asked him every time he came in, but I never got an answer. Finally... after a fit of anger, they finally told me. I had a disease... cancer... and I probably wouldn't live for more than a few more years if I didn't get treatment. Why go on living? That was my reasoning, I was already looked down upon wherever I went, my parents clearly didn't want me so where was I to go other than back to the group of guys I hung around. I declined the treatment, but I didn't want to live the remainder of my life knowing I could die any day. So after I was out I looked for the best way to end this torture that no man alive could save me from. See... there was my fault. I should have sought a way to end my life where no man alive... or DEAD could save me from. Or is undead the proper term? A high place, a jump... and the fact I'd crush every bone in my body. Seemed like the perfect plan to me. I picked a pretty looking cliff in the deserts of Nevada and watched the sun set for the last time. When night fell, I took a deep breath and jumped, but I never did find out if I hit the ground first or not because apparently I'm not the best of jumpers. I fell a bit too close to the side of the cliff and more likely than not, hit my head on the side of the cliff face. When I woke up, I was under the sand. How was that possible? Well... according to my conscious, I was buried. It didn't take me long to dig my way to the surface, gasping for breath only to realize it didn't satisfy my body. There was a man there, sitting upon a sandy boulder, watching me with a close gaze. He was a vampire... and now, so was I. "What did you do to me!" Castiel shouted, scrambling out of the sand, stumbling to his feet only to fall down to his knees, the sand still warm from the day's rays. "In case it isn't clear... I just saved your life." the man grumbled, sarcasm think in every word. Looking closer, Castiel recognized the man. "You... you're one of- you're Austin... aren't you?" "Yes, Cassy. I'm surprised you even remember my name since you were high when I told you it." Austin sighed. Castiel shook his head. No... no this couldn't be happening. He was suppose to be dead, to die out here in the desert, his body to be eaten by whatever creatures called this land their home. He didn't want to live anymore. "What. Did. You. Do. To, Me?" He asked again, emphasizing every word. "Turned you into a vampire." "A vampire? You mean one of those blood-drinking, immortal... creatures from story books?" "Oh, my... you're spot on except we aren't from stories. We're real, and you're one of us now. Cured from any disease the mortal world has to curse those who live and breathe. In a nutshell, you're stronger and faster than any human could ever be." "You don't get it do you! I WANTED to die!" "Too bad... you don't deserve to die." Austin growled and that statement left Castiel wordless. That... that was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to him. Castiel couldn't figure out how to respond, so he stayed silent. I didn't understand it all... but Austin helped me, taught me. We left Nevada and moved to New York City, NY. I didn't have long with him though. He taught me the basics, helped to learn my new skills, before a hunter took his life. That was one thing Austin failed to teach me about... there were more creatures and monsters in this world than just vampires. I spent that night running for my life, basically being chased out of the city, but not without receiving a few wounds. I really had no idea where I was going but... somehow I ended up in Harper Valley. And that, ladies and gents... is where my story really begins. |
