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[09 Aug 2009|12:12pm] |
 CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Abble
Age/D.OB.: 136 years old. (Turned at 22)/ July 8 1886/turned June 21, 1899
Personal history:
WHEN LOVE AND DEATH EMBRACE...
I am Abble Christian Spencer. In recent memory I've simply dropped the 'Christian Spencer' and have become simply Abble. This is my story so far:
WHY AM I SO PATHETIC? I KNOW YOU WON'T FORGET IT...
I was born July 8, 1886, in London, England. My parents were what are commonly referred to nowadays as entrepreneurs. They were constantly attempting to make the great next best thing. My mother, Elixabeth Spencer, finally created the next best thing for our family. No more struggling, no more poverty. No more suffering. She developed what is essentially nowadays as Energy drinks. With chemicals, natural and artificial, to enhance ones prowess and stamina through the day.
My father became completely enraged and murdered my mother on Octover 5 1896. I was only ten and I've lost my mother due to blind rage of a jealous father. I've hated him for that for years after. He got away with what he did because their wasn't enough circumstantial evidence to convict him of wrong-doing. But, I knew the truth.
When I turned 16, my father decided it best to simply buy me my own home and have me move out and live there. He couldn't be burdened with a child. Even one at 16 years of age.
We got into many arguments over that fact and one night he slapped me across my face and told me that no son of his would ever be so disrespectful. He charged at me with a knife drawn, but I had a weapon of my own. I pierced a fire-poker through his heart. I smiled watching my only family die on the living room floor. I eventually called for medical aid for him, knowing full-well it was too late. In a twist of bittersweet justice, I got off easy with no real evidence I did the crime.
After my father's demise, I took the new family fortune and moved away from England. I wanted to start fresh. So, I moved to New York City in America. This will soon to be my gravest mistake.
I celebrated life to its fullest and lived a lavish life in my new home. I went to the theater and I drank the finest wines. I've had the best women on my arms. It was a life my parents always wanted but I now had. Being 21 years old and in a new world, so to speak, I lived my life to its fullest.
When I was 22 years old, in June 1899, I was leaving a theater with a woman on each arm. Both were beautiful and extravagant. Both were also naive and shallow. As we walked down the nearly empty streets on New York City, a strange man began to follow us. The woman became startled by this figure, a man neither had noticed before or recognized. Then again, a city as big as this one, it was difficult enough to remember every face you come across.
We hurried along to get myself and my new friends back home when the stranger disappeared. The girls and I thought it was very strange and peculiar but we continued our walk, not letting the drunkards ruin our night. Suddenly, the strange ma behind up jumped out in front of us. He wore a smirk showing razor sharp teeth. "Nice night for a walk isn't it?" he spoke with a thick European accent. The women screamed and backed away from this man. "Oh no my pretties," he began, "I'm not here to hurt you."
One woman tried to run and was immediately caught by this stranger. Her throat was slashed and torn out before she had the chance to scream. He smirked up at me and slowly approached me once again. The other woman screamed now and he simply reached over to her, slitting her throat with his claws. The blood sprayed out, dousing both myself and him in the sticky red liquid.
He licked his lips with his bright red tongue. "So, Abble is it? How does one man's sin retribute his vengeance on another?". I looked at him partially afraid to answer, and partially not understanding.
"I'm sorry sir, do I know you?" I had asked standing my ground. He reply was a simply "No". Then he continued talking. "But I know you. Born and raised in England. Your father brutally murdered your mother and you did the same to him. Anything I'm leaving out? Or are all the important facts there and accounted for?"
He slowly backed away from this man. I had no idea who he was but he knew me. Knew me! When he flashed his razor sharp teeth again I know that I was done for. I turned and ran and he simply leapt into the air and in front of me. "Running gets you nowhere in life." He smirked and grabbed my arm twisting it, pulling me closer to him. "But you have just run out of time..."
I fought and pushed this man. I punched and kicked. He just stood here wearing a smug smirk. He pulled me against him and sunk his razor sharp teeth into my neck. I slowly faded away to the darkness. As he drained me of my blood, I could feel life slipping away. Once he couldn't fight anymore he succumbed to the darkness.
STARING BACK AT TRAGIC EYES, HOLLOW STILL AND DEAD INSIDE...
I thought it was all a dream. I woke up in my home, on my bed. It was still night outside, but only for maybe an hour longer. I rubbed my head and looked around the room. To my surprise, there was a man sitting in the chair in my bedroom. Upon further investigating it was the stranger from my dream.
"It wasn't a dream, Abble." He man said. "It all happened." He spoke with a smile.
"what do you mean? Who are you?" I asked insistantly.
"The name is Bork and I mean what your thought was a dream really happened. Your life ended tonight but you unlife has just begun."
''What do you mean my life ended? Unlife?" I was confused to say the least.
"I'll explain all in due time my son. You are now what the world refers to as a vampire..." he smiled at me and the horror on my face must have showed. "Welcome to the brotherhood."
I'M NOT INSIDE MY HEAD...
Bork was a wise-man from Russia who believe all humans have a sort of self-destruct mechanism built inside of themselves. He talked of how a full-fledge war between the human and vampire communities in inevitable. Now, that other factions are coming out of hiding, it seems multiple wars with be fought on multiple fronts.
I have been converted to full fledged vampire, hater of humans and all things against my kind. Since my father, Bork, left, I have been staging a one-man war against humanity.
I've dropped my formal name and am referred to as Abble now. Just Abble. Abble Christian Spencer died in June of 1899. He's gone and buried. I'm here in his place.
I am Abble, vampire's only true hope.
Personality/Psychological strengths and weaknesses: Mostly he's an asshole. But not all the time. Weakness: Damsel in distress; strength: cocky, smart-ass.
Species: Nosferatu Vampiee
Job description: Human Traffiker
Current place of residence: NYC
Alignment: Doesn't care either way.
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