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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Other characters: None
Roleplaying experience: The better half of a decade.
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YOUR CHARACTER

General

Full name: Braeden Riley Donovan
Nickname:None
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sired/Hereditary (turned or born as your species, only applicable to vampires and weres): Unknown. Braeden was turned before he came to America yesr ago
Capabilities:

• telepathy
• pyrokinesis
• Regeneration

Age: Looks 30/40ish but he was born in 1650
Marital status: Single
Hometown: Dublin, Ireland
Current Residence: Donovan Manor
Occupation: Town Elder and is in charge of the vast Donovan fortune
Economic Status (ie, poverty, middle-class, wealthy, etc.): Wealthy

Appearance

Hair color: Brown
Fur color (werewolves only):
Hair style/cut: Short, Messy
Eye color:Brown
Height and weight: 1.78 m & 190 lbs
Body type: Tall and toned
Distinguishing physical features: He has a sign for Alpha and Omega tattooed on his left shoulder.

Personality

Likes:
* Fresh Warm Blood
* Power
* Murder
* Being in Control
* Wealth
* The Smell of Fear
* Killings
* The Night
* Ireland
* Art

Dislikes:
* Love
* Humans
* Wolves
* Disorder, Unless He is the Cause
* Well Lit Rooms
* The Poor
* His Life Before He Changed
* Not Being Obeyed
* Incompetence

Strengths:
* His Age
* His Position
* His Charm
* His Lack of Emotions, Minus Anger & Hate
* His Adaptability

Weaknesses:
* His Temper
* His Ego
* His Bad Habits
* His Arrogance
* His Lack of Love

Five words to describe (personality, not physical):
* Evil
* Emotionless
* Manipulative
* Egotistical
* Unwavering

General impression (ie uptight, quiet, sexual, etc.): In control and emotionless, well that is what he seems to be. But he has a bitter temper and gets angry quick. He likes to keep a grudge and is rude. He is an elder and knows how to work his power and wealth. He isn’t a friend to anyone and has lost most of the things that connected him to anything human about himself. Even when he was human, he wasn’t very kind. He is hard on his enemies and attacks them with all his power. He isn’t one to joke or smile, unless it is a calculated move.

History

Important family members: Just those in his family.
Family members in IFS: All sired Vampires, he is the ultimate ‘father’
Vital notes on history (ie was a soldier, accidentally killed spouse, former opera singer, etc.): He was the son of a wealthy Irish Nobel. But he lived a life of a rebel. He would drink spends his days in bad company. He hated his father, and the rest of his family for that mattered. He embraced becoming a Vampire and enjoyed the pain he could cause. He killed them all, every single one. He decided o come to America, and from there he helped bring and make Vamps to the island.

Brief (less than 500 words, please) sample RP of your character:
(Use past-tense third-person perspective as per the rules; please do not recycle old RPs.)

Another day in small town hell, it wasn’t that Braeden didn’t enjoy the easily manipulated townspeople, but more so he would rather most of them be slaves under himself. He loathed their humanity and hated the fact that they loved. It was a pathetic and superficial emotion. One that he had no time for. Maybe it was because he had too long been undead, but it would be argued that he had never loved anyone in his life. He had always been a mean and cruel boy. But he was born into wealth and he didn’t need to be kind. He could get away with whatever he wanted, and in the end he got away with murder, many murders.

He walked down the street, slowing with long strides. The woman seemed to bat their eyes at them, it was disgusting. They men all looked at him, praying to be notice. And the children, the hurried away, they had enough sense to know he was nothing but the devil in a mask.

He turned quickly, to walk into the Elder’s meeting place. They had to discuss more issues about human relations. He didn’t know why they even bothered to pretend like human’s lives were worth anything. He saw them as nothing more then food. Food to be eaten and enjoyed, or just have the blood sucked from the,

“This should be entertaining.” He exclaimed, as he made his way in.