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Created on 2008-02-16 00:19:27 (#14951512), last updated 2008-05-10
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Basic Info| Name: | Boyd Holbrook |
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Name: Boyd Holbrook
Known For: being a model. a very pretty one.
Clan: Toreador
Live Journal: b_is4perfection
Screen Name: Bis4innocnce
Character Photo: http://boyd.invisible-cities.net/gallery/ads/images/03SSDiorHomme02.jpg
Brief Character Summary:
Born some time around 1735, Boyd never did have it easy before his embrace. His family was large and poor, scraping by in the slums of England. He was the epitomy of a true punk - a male prostitute, by the time he was fourteen. Of course, he was a pick pocket too, but by the time he was fifteen he was living on the streets, and in and out of inns. His sire was actually someone who took him in, initially as a sort of servant, a temporary amusement and companion. But Boyd's innate gift of charm and entertainment led to a deeper feeling, and an interesting idea that Boyd might make an even more entertaining vampire. Certainly he was worth the keeping around.
He was embraced at the tenderest of ages - seventeen, and has become an immortal teenager as a result. His personality consistent, Boyd is eager to please, and is a fan of flagrant conversation. He's a stickler for memory, and can easily recall his mother's name, the date he was embraced - even the prefered spot of a lover from centuries past. He may act like a submissive little thing, but don't let it fool you. He answers to very few in the end, and only his sire can truly tell him what to do and he not question it. Because Boyd will question something, at great length.
Trouble is... Boyd's sire hasn't been around for quite a while. He's been patiently waiting, attending to the duties expected of one of the first of the Toreador. But his patience is wearing very, very thin. He has his position for very few reasons, but they're solid and enough. He's one of the oldest, he knows the clan's history like the back of his hand, and he's good at managing money. He's also quite a pretty representative, wouldn't you think?
Sample Role-Play:
The manor was hushed, still claimed by the night that had engulfed it. But it was, thankfully, calm in the morning, the sun rose up, causing the dew to sparkle. Atop one of the higher peirs, a thin, blond young man had sprawled along the shingles of the room. The sun crept over his pale, flawless skin, causing it to tingle and to burn. Boyd slowly opened his eyes, relishing for a moment in the feeling of a new sunrise. He had not been asleep, merely waiting.
He climbed down, back into the room he'd alloted as his studio, and stretched languidly. Dead joints bopped and groaned in protest. With a sigh he debated on how to waste his day. He could of course mull around the place, or perhaps, venture towards the window. He did just that, gazing out at the sunrise, and everything it touched. A subtle sigh escaped his full, pink lips, and his blue eyes seemed to sadden. His sire had been gone for what seemed like centuries. Of course, he knew it hadn't been that long. But a boy was allowed his exaggerations.
There was a knock on the door, and turning, Boyd watched it open. Seemed that with the sunrise, there were dilemmas, and he was the resident thesaurus
Name: Boyd Holbrook
Known For: being a model. a very pretty one.
Clan: Toreador
Live Journal: b_is4perfection
Screen Name: Bis4innocnce
Character Photo: http://boyd.invisible-cities.net/gallery/ads/images/03SSDiorHomme02.jpg
Brief Character Summary:
Born some time around 1735, Boyd never did have it easy before his embrace. His family was large and poor, scraping by in the slums of England. He was the epitomy of a true punk - a male prostitute, by the time he was fourteen. Of course, he was a pick pocket too, but by the time he was fifteen he was living on the streets, and in and out of inns. His sire was actually someone who took him in, initially as a sort of servant, a temporary amusement and companion. But Boyd's innate gift of charm and entertainment led to a deeper feeling, and an interesting idea that Boyd might make an even more entertaining vampire. Certainly he was worth the keeping around.
He was embraced at the tenderest of ages - seventeen, and has become an immortal teenager as a result. His personality consistent, Boyd is eager to please, and is a fan of flagrant conversation. He's a stickler for memory, and can easily recall his mother's name, the date he was embraced - even the prefered spot of a lover from centuries past. He may act like a submissive little thing, but don't let it fool you. He answers to very few in the end, and only his sire can truly tell him what to do and he not question it. Because Boyd will question something, at great length.
Trouble is... Boyd's sire hasn't been around for quite a while. He's been patiently waiting, attending to the duties expected of one of the first of the Toreador. But his patience is wearing very, very thin. He has his position for very few reasons, but they're solid and enough. He's one of the oldest, he knows the clan's history like the back of his hand, and he's good at managing money. He's also quite a pretty representative, wouldn't you think?
Sample Role-Play:
The manor was hushed, still claimed by the night that had engulfed it. But it was, thankfully, calm in the morning, the sun rose up, causing the dew to sparkle. Atop one of the higher peirs, a thin, blond young man had sprawled along the shingles of the room. The sun crept over his pale, flawless skin, causing it to tingle and to burn. Boyd slowly opened his eyes, relishing for a moment in the feeling of a new sunrise. He had not been asleep, merely waiting.
He climbed down, back into the room he'd alloted as his studio, and stretched languidly. Dead joints bopped and groaned in protest. With a sigh he debated on how to waste his day. He could of course mull around the place, or perhaps, venture towards the window. He did just that, gazing out at the sunrise, and everything it touched. A subtle sigh escaped his full, pink lips, and his blue eyes seemed to sadden. His sire had been gone for what seemed like centuries. Of course, he knew it hadn't been that long. But a boy was allowed his exaggerations.
There was a knock on the door, and turning, Boyd watched it open. Seemed that with the sunrise, there were dilemmas, and he was the resident thesaurus
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