Post by Rowle Wayne on Jan 27, 2011 1:58:35 GMT -5
* ROWLE Leonardo WAYNE !
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full name: Rowle Wayne
nicknames: N/A
age: Immortal. Pretends to be eighteen.
hometown: Traveler
species: Non-vegetarian Vampire
ability's: Rowle can easily see past hard surfaces, such as walls or buildings to see what’s on the other side. These surfaces do not include women’s clothing!
In addition to this subtle gift, Rowle can often close his eyes and locate whomever person he chooses. He keeps track of the people he cares about this way.
hair: 5'10
eyes: Dark brown/black/crimson
general appearance: As all vampires in their “youth” -if you will- naturally are, Rowle Wayne is rather beautiful, though there is a malice in his eyes that humans easily identify and become wary of. He has the usual pallid skin- though not chalky white, with a tall, lean build that is not overly muscular or scrawny, but rather very tight in between.
Rowle tends to dress “politely”, I might say, rather like a gentleman than the teenager he means to act like [he’s not a very good actor!]. He likes to dress in blacks and sometimes whites. Color is an obvious enemy.
His face is long and rectangular. He has a fair chin, and gets lazy enough to sometimes grow a vague stubble. He’s got very firm cheekbones. Dark, hooded eyes rest beneath bushy eyebrows. His hair is often spiky and tousled, though sometimes he’ll smooth it back or tame it so it’s in between messy and clean for a natural look.
play by: Drew Fuller
likes: Toying with delicate hearts that are vulnerable and easily won.
Werewolves. He thinks they’re funny, and doesn’t take them seriously at all.
Those who will freely open themselves up to him.
Strong–willed girls he can pursue.
Becoming “top dog”.
Vampiric company.
Motorcycles.
dislikes: When the feisty girl he has been pursuing gives into him. What’s the fun in that?
Dominate, protective male vampires.
Loud and flirtatious girls.
Overly public places.
High school.
Lying.
Rules.
strengths: Straightforward.
Easygoing.
Honesty.
Bravery.
Charm.
weaknesses: Temperamental.
Easily tempted.
Spontaneous.
His past.
habits/quirks: Pops his knuckles whenever he’s around guys, which often leads him to trouble.
Bites on his pen when he is anxious; often leaves teeth marks.
Cocks his head when someone makes him angry, and smirks.
fears: Rowle is uncurably afraid of neglect and rejection, as he has scarcely been denied anything, and hates the feeling.
secrets: Huge crybaby when someone severely wounds him emotionally.
Still has the remnants of huge human disorder: bipolar, whose medications he is extremely ashamed of, thinking people will judge him differently.
personality: Rowle is charming, funny when he feels like it and girl–crazed, but not in the way you think. He sees girls in this way; the prettier the woman, the prettier the blood. The better personality, the sweeter the blood will be. Any girl who dares to deny him will only make herself an object of prey for him.
Rowle sees his whole life as a game whose dice he decides to roll. He believes that on earth, he has to play the game aggressively or he will lose. He lives by that philosophy and no other. While he is known throughout most places as a lady’s man, a gambler and most commonly an aggressive, frightening fool, Rowle also has a deep and gentle side to him that only shines when he decides someone is trustworthy or he is genuinely worried for them.
In this deep and gentle side, Rowle is generous and protective. However, one must know before befriending Rowle that he’s hardly loyal at all. If a tiny drop of a human friend’s blood spills, and he is in the room, he will most likely kill them whether he’s in his right mind or not.
mother: Lindsay Shaffer
father: Vaughan Rayne
siblings: Unknown.
other family: Unknown.
other important people: Unknown.
history: Rowle was born into a rich and luxurious sort of family as an only child to a single young woman with Bipolar named Lindsay Shaffer, who never opened up about Rowle’s true father. Lindsay’s wealth and status gained her son high approval and popularity in his social community. With a happy–go–lucky sort of life, a snobbish attitude and a I’m–better–than–everybody outlook, Rowle unknowingly made himself a target for disaster and predatory individuals. While Rowle hardly has any memory of this petty, short–lived human life he had, to this day he remembers the man who respectively snatched his mother’s life from him.
Vaughan Rayne was not so different from Rowle’s present self; charming, manipulative and dark. Vaughan had an eye for vulnerable, wounded women and when he found neglected Lindsay whose husband had left her even before Rowle was born, Vaughan felt he’d struck gold. He married Lindsay, sweeping her off her feet, while never gaining true approval of her son, who was then around sixteen.
Rowle quickly became aware of Vaughan’s murderous past time, and became genuinely fearful for his mother, thus generating a hateful and bitter relationship between father and son that nearly turned his fickle, confused mother away from him. At one desperate point in Rowle’s eighteen–year–old life, he turned to a very powerful and feared gang to beg that they kill Vaughan Rayne before he killed Lindsay. But the gang, which he did not know consisted of vampires, refused to aid him and soon Lindsay had died, Vaughan inheriting all the money he he wanted from the murder.
A year later, Rowle returned to the gang with a sinister, vengeful new hate towards Vaughan bred from true wrath. The vampires saw this in him and thought him a valuable prize to their gang. While they bit him and Rowle forgot nearly everything, he remembered only one thing about his human life: Vaughan Rayne had killed his mother. Now he had to settle the score.
Instead of killing Vaughan, Rowle spent his whole vampiric life terrorizing the man, tracking him from state to state to state and eventually from continent to continent to continent. So terrified that Vaughan had quite literally gone mad, the man finally committed suicide, thus leading Rowle to the boredom of a new life without purpose. As this boredom sank in, so did the guilt of realizing the killer he’d become. With over nine hundred murders under his belt, Rowle, once a religious sort of person, decided to take his life in a new direction and test himself in bonding with humans.
Though he sees this test more as a game rather than a serious new lifestyle, Rowle is determined nevertheless. Having heard of the Cullens, a "vegetarian" clan of vampires in Washington, Rowle had a change of heart and a new goal; to meet this strange clan and learn of their ways. After years of bank robbery, murder, and becoming the nightmare of so many humans, Rowle decided to recoil back to one of the smallest towns there was; Forks, Washington, where there he decided to attend a high school as a student there, eager to test his skills with bonding with humans and meet these legendary Cullens.
your name: Madelyn
experience: I'm a good writer; been a novelist for years, though I haven't been in a roleplay in two. It used to be the center of my world though, if that's any consolation?
who you play: Rowle Wayne
how you found us: I looked... hard.
role play sample:
Rowle sat tapping his foot. He’d drank his fill and for him the night was over. Obviously not for the other newborn, Katie Jackson. She’d been new for quite a long while… quite too long. It was getting annoying… babysitting. He wasn’t so good at it, either. After all, with the police hot on their trail and her bloodshed a fresh trail for them every day, Katie was becoming something of a stress.
Crowded old New York city was silent for once in its sad lifetime. The children slept, all the while under the assurance of fearful parents that monsters never existed. Fearful parents indeed. Katie Jackson and he sat on the rooftops. Rowle was quiet, picking at the flesh under his jagged nails, as below him Katie bent over the lifeless figure of the dead boy she’d killed earlier. Now, Katie had told Rowle she was a peaceful sort; never one to harm children. Psshhh… look at her now. That boy must have only been… what, thirteen? Oh well. It was his mother’s loss, for letting him out alone.
Katie knelt over the body, her own figure shrouded in a cloak of darkness cast over her by the huge chimney which he sat on, high above her head. There was something superior about being up this high; he could look down on her. Looking down on people always cheered him up. After all, he was feeling quite down. What was that, he asked himself? The fortunate billionaire that was Rowle Wayne was depressed? True, true indeed. Too true.
His sinister mind wandered in subdued pleasure back to Vaughan’s horrified face when he had murdered him. How Vaughan had screeched– pleaded for forgiveness, pleaded to know what Rowle was. Could he not see? Did people no longer believe in old legends? Legends so vague and corrupt, yet so real and alive? Silly Vaughan. He never had a chance.
But Rowle’s sneer turned into a frown as he sat upon the chimney underneath the stars and sky scrapers. It was always fun sneaking onto airplanes and testing whether or not he’d be able to withstand human scent, but now he had to press himself further. There was nothing more to do; his grand murder had been carried through. Now what? Was he to remain a murderer forever?
He turned his stiff neck to peer back at the dead body of the girl he had slaughtered earlier. The poor thing. Did he want to see people die every day? Did he want to be a killer? Then again, he’d tried devouring deer before as another alternative of survival. But that was disgusting. He’d never tasted such a horrifying twist on something so naturally sweet… so delicious. He was drooling just thinking about it, even on a full stomach. He closed his eyes. Sharp sounds and noises of street fights, talk below them and Katie’s slurping filled his ears and disturbed his already unpleasant thoughts. He then opened his eyes, and hopped down to rooftop she stood on.
“Katie,” he said sharply, his voice like honey, friendly with a high, teasing tone. But beneath all that there was burning aggression. Only humans and their petty intuition actually seemed to be able to hear that edge to his voice. Vampires seemed to think it was natural. “I have to go.”
She withdrew from the body, her red eyes scrutinizing his expression for hints of displeasure. But he kept himself perfectly composed. He was more than eager to leave her. The last thing he wanted was for her to find more excuses to bother him with questions.
“What’s that mean?” she asked, swiping her long red curls past her shoulders.
“I can’t watch over you anymore,” he told her in an almost smug voice. ”I’ve got to go this time.”
“Alright then. Have a good time playing that piano of yours back at the house.” She was about to turn to resume her feed, but Rowle stepped forward. She paused, seeming to sense the desperation in his step; he wanted her to understand. She rose an eyebrow, as the confident expression flickered from his face. “You’re really going, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, Katie.”
Hurt dominated her features. “You said you loved me.”
He smirked. “Did I? I don’t even remember.”
She glared up at him for a moment. “Is there a particular reason? Won’t you tell me?”
“None except that I need to move on. I’m bored here, you see. I’m thinking Vegas will be a nice change."
But she didn’t believe him. It was clear on her face. So clear, in fact, that Rowle was disappointed. Couldn’t she guard herself a bit better?
“You’re going to Washington, aren’t you? Going to try again, right? You heard about those vegetarians, the Cullens, right? That’s why you’re doing this. You won’t make it, Rowle. You’ll jeopardize them, and they’ll kill you, you hear?”
He smirked at her as she ranted this whole attempt to keep him by her side. He had pledged her unconditional love, at a very high cost; she knew she would lose it later.
“Don’t look for me."
And then he was gone.
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Please no stealing, that's not very nice now is it?
Please no stealing, that's not very nice now is it?
