Eztli

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] eztli [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 305 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] October 13, 1710 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] He likes the female shaped creatures [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Black [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] Vampirism, Sangromancy [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Ben Barmes [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Jenna

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Sangromancy, Vampirism [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Being a vampire has its perks. Immortality. Deadly, mysterious looks. A desperate craving for blood. The inability to spend much time in the sun. For all its drawbacks, he has a pretty immense power. He can turn into liquid blood, suck the life out of enemies. The more blood he's drained, the more super human he tends to become. There's a reason why he's been the head of a vampire coven for over a century. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: N/A [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 6'3" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Dark Brown [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Black [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Ben Barnes [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Eztli is the tall, dark and handsome type. He has a graceful way of being that is only acquired by living for hundreds of years. He appears to be in his late twenties--the golden age. But he's actually much older. He has very sharp teeth and if you look closely, pitch black eyes. His fingers are more like claws with hard, razor sharp nails that can cut through flesh like butter. And yet he has a gentle side that only shows itself when he really cares about someone. He has pale skin, like a reanimated corpse. And all of this will never change. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Blood. The sound of enemies screaming for mercy. Power. Seduction. Rock Climbing. [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Sunlight. The ignorance of most of the world. Losing fights. Appearing weak. Disrespect. [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Eztli has always been a smooth talking, suave vampire since the first Phoenix solicited his help. He respects people with obvious immense power. He tends to be a good judge of when he is outmatched strength wise. He likes watching his enemies and people who have wronged him suffer. He will go to great lengths to see that they do. Being scary and intimidating is also a thing he enjoys. It weeds out those who are unworthy of his friendship. When he does make friends, he becomes a very powerful and loyal ally. He has been around for too long to get into any serious relationships. Humans and other non-immortal creatures die very fast and very easily he has learned. To save himself the heart ache, he sticks to flings and one night stands, possibly friends with benefits, but nothing ever lasts very long. Just as life is fleeting, so is this. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: None [attr="class","appcon"]History: Once upon a time, Eztli was a little boy. He lived in a village in the black realm of witches and assassins. Death and black magic surrounded him at all times. His family specialized in killing with their bare hands. Their clan had sharp teeth and deadly claws. They made a lot of money for what they did. But war was always rampant in the black realm. A coven of vampires knew of this town and lay siege to it to find people to turn. Eztli among four others were kidnapped from the village. He was the only one to survive the transformation. He hated all of them for turning him against his will and for killing a good many of his friends and family. Though they took a lot of them down with them. It was bloody. And that was generally what the black realm thrived on: death. He wanted revenge. That was one thing that never changed in him, that fierce loyalty to the people he cared about. He secretly formed a new coven of others who had experienced the same thing. They were small in number, but their different skills formed together perfectly to destroy the ones who ruined them. Together they took over the coven and shaped it into the most feared vampire clans in the black realm. They do not need to take anyone by force now. They are hired killers. Blood is the only currency they accept. The glory days lasted until the rise of Bolas. He sought them out as soon as he got to the black realm. Bolas wanted control of Eztli's clan. He refused, even though he had some sense of how powerful Bolas was. That was his downfall. Bolas's army was much stronger than anyone imagined. The half the clan was wiped out and the rest went into hiding. Eztli laid low for a long time. Until the first Phoenix came along. He allied himself with her after learning more about her. And from then on he was allied with every other Phoenix that rolled through the black realm. Together with the other realm allies that he has yet to ever meet, they kept Bolas down. Now that the realms are smashed together, he has to face a challenge he's never dealt with before. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] She wore a white dress. Dresses were the closest thing she could get to being comfortable. It didn't stick to her, but she distinctly felt the fabric on her back. She sat back and ignored the stares that people were giving her. Did she really have to go through with this? Couldn't they just tell from looking at her that she was a freak? Finally her name was called and she walked up on stage. She glared at the students below, almost daring someone to laugh at her. Go on, I'll gladly demonstrate my power on whoever cracks a smile first. There. And in the front row no less. She set her jaw and made a motion with her hand. There was a rumble in the floor and a root from a tree outside cracked the tile, shooting up to encircle her no longer smiling victim. Not so funny now, is it? There was a protest from the teachers. "Put the boy down. Now." Blythe acknowledged them and dropped him. He crashed into the chairs below while the root slithered back into the ground. Blythe blew him a kiss. He'd do well to remember her. She twirled around and sauntered off the stage, leaving the gaping hole in the floor where it was. That was annoying. They gave her a green ribbon. Gee, you think? Lovely, it matches my skin. She accepted it with little resistance and moved on. She was in. Was that any surprise? [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]