Basic InformationName: "Asteri"Age: 224 (looks around 13)Height: 155cm or 5 ftSpecies: Something vampirishPosition: proud HostQuote: Praise me, or get off. Personal Information Likes:
Blood, no specific group or Rh
Experimenting with blood
Colors white and red
Talking to spirits and ghosts and souls
Bloating about it
Bloating about that too
Showing off in generalDislikes:Irresponsible twats
Lack of manners
Torches and bonfire and candl... seriously, fire in general.
Strengths:He modifies bodies, including his own
He can leave his body and travel astrally
What, you want more? For the rest he's a weakling
Weakness:Fire and sun and daytime
He's really sensitive to light, strong sounds or intense smells. Really
Whaaat, you want more? Pfft
Find a certain soul or ghost
Personality: Wherever he is, he feels the right to rule, which of course has caused him a tad of trouble in the past, and yet won't change in the near future. Arrogant and full of pride, his smiles are never more than mocking smirks, but although he may not seem trustworthy at all, he does keep his word.
Usually, though, that word tends to the "You will pay" side.
He's not shy, but reserved. Do you want him to tell you about him? Start with yourself.
It may not seem so, but he actually cares about those he considers "his responsibility", in this case, the guests, putting himself at some level of risk to keep them safe.
That said, don't you dare wake him up at noon.
Remember I mentioned some trouble above? Well, he's trying to get away from that trouble, thus he ended up in the Mansion. It is said he met a former Host, or someone even more... important, but he won't talk about it. Or will he?
Asteri is not his real name, as you may guess, but he refused his real name a long time ago.Opinions on people:
Come closer |
Stay where you are |
You're interesting |
You're dull |
You annoy me slightly |
Get out of my sight
I'll add them up as I meet or remember them xD Roleplay Information Chatroom Availability: Nnnnot much.IM Availability: Notes and Skype. RP Sample:
"You, my dear, must be kidding" he said as he stared into the depths of the Despiral Lake, his face contorting in a disgusted frown. "There is not a single way I will go swimming down there. Fear, you say? No, I do not fear, for I cannot feel cold, or even have the need to breathe. Of course that I do not fear, oh, you poor ignorant thing." His arms opened as if he was about to say something gloriously obvious. "But my clothes are all white! How could I stand ruining them in such a stinky muddy puddle?"