Post by Rick Alamaign on Aug 14, 2012 13:45:50 GMT 1
Playby: Warren Christie
Name: Rick Alamaign
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Homo Superior Superior
Physical Description: No matter what he eats or if he exercises or not, Rick is built like a prize fighter. His muscular structure is impressive and he doesn't have an ounce of fat on his body where it shouldn't be. He has dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He keeps his hair short because it is hot in the desert. He dresses in faded jeans, t-shirts and standard issue boots. Around the house he wears only his jeans because his mistress likes it that way.
Attitude: Rick is calm, quiet and obedient to his mistress. He is a watcher, and a listener, not a talker. His life motto is: "It is what it is". He doesn't mind being a blood slave, it is the only life he has ever known and his mistress is good to him. He counts himself lucky to be alive and enjoys every moment of it. He knows if he bides his time, he will be free and have a good life on his own.
Abilities: Rick 'sees' everything. This allows him uncanny aim and agility. He can look at things so intensely that everything slows down in his mind. This is part of his bodies advanced capabilities as a Homo Superior Superior. All other Homo Superior Superior abilities apply. Rick has hypoglycemia, headaches and night terrors.
History: Rick was born in his mothers bed in New Vegas because he came so fast they didn't have time to get her to the hospital. When medivac came, they said they had never seen a more perfect baby boy. He and his mother were taken to the hospital and kept for three days. While there, the vampires became suspicious of his uncanny health and ability to look people dead in the eyes. Blood work showed that he was a normal human baby and he was released with his mother to go home. He had a fairly happy life. Both his parents worked so he spent a lot of time in the academy. One night, when he was 12 years old, after his parents came to pick him up from school after dark, his family was attacked by a Lycan. His mother was dragged off and his father chased after it. The last thing he heard was his father screaming for him to run.
Rick ran until he ran into a VSF officer. The officer was in a bad mood and when Rick tried to tell him what happened the VSF officer wouldn't listen because, as he said, he was off duty. The officer was carrying his helmet under his arm as he walked away. Rick got angry and picked up a rock. He threw it at the VSF officer as hard as he could, nailing him in the head. The officer turned back and grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and carried him back to the station, dangling, kicking and shouting "I'll kill you!!! You could've save them but you wouldn't!!! They're dead because of you!!! I'll kill you!!!"
Because of the words he was shouting, he was prosecuted, but the circumstances called for leniency. He was sentenced to be a blood slave for the duration of his life or until his master saw fit to release him. That was when he was placed with his mistress. She has treated him well and is very, very old. As a matter of fact, she is approaching her 1000th birthday. She has become reclusive and stays in her home. She allows Rick to do whatever he wants and spend money as he needs it. It's a good deal. As long as he is home by 2 hours before sunrise to feed her, please her and sleep next to her, he can do whatever he wants. Who can argue with that?
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word: Skinny caramel macchiato to go
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample: Rick woke up while the sun was still up. He looked over at the beautiful ancient woman laying in the bed next to him sleeping like an angel. He didn't love her like a man loves a woman but he did love her in an endearing way. He was sure to please her each night before the sun came up and they were both happy for it. He was certain she loved him so when she said it, he said it back. It wasn't a lie, he just didn't love her the way she loved him. Why did it matter, they were both happy.
He took a shower and got dressed in the clothes she liked him in. Jeans and a t-shirt was his signature dress along with the standard issue boots he wore. He wanted to go for a walk in the sun. She liked it when he smelled like sunshine when she woke and kissed him good morning.
He left the posh home and walked down the street, looking at the people who were Vamp-phobic that were rushing to get home before the sun went down. He thought it was silly for any humans to fear their benefactors. The small donations he fed to his mistress never hurt him and sometimes she would feed him her own blood to strengthen him when he was forced to take breaks from her feedings. She took good care of him. He was fed and clothed and wanted for nothing. Maybe it wasn't as good for other blood slaves but his life was good.
He stopped when he reached the Pit Stop and went inside. He ordered a cinnamon roll that he knew were made by the woman called Gran and a coffee. This was his time to just sit and think, clear his mind, make plans for his upcoming freedom. He had to decide what he was going to do.
Rick sat looking out the window with a peaceful look on his face, sipping his coffee. He heard someone behind him clear his throat. He looked up and smiled.
"Mind if I join you? That's my favorite table and you seem to be alone."
Rick's closed mouth smile turned into a toothy one, "Sure, have a seat. I like this table too." He motioned to the seat across from him. Some people were so nice in this town. That was in stark contrast to the broody, mopey, 'poor little me' types that turned his stomach. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he asked cheerfully.
