Post by Nyx on Sept 22, 2008 0:06:19 GMT 2
Name; Claudyus "Jynxxed" Spenser
Alias; Nyx or Jynxx
Race; Vampire
Place of birth; Unknown
Date of birth; February 16 552
Age; 1456
Gender; Male
Personality; Aggressive and Violent
Appearance; Nyx is well, he's Nyx...He doesn't really care what he looks like because no matter what he does, he looks like he's anywhere from 19 to 21. Not that he wants to look his age. Nyx has black hair, that he usually has string tubes or feathers in it. His eyes are usually masked in a black eyeliner and his outfits, always match. His style of dress never changes much though. It's always wierd.
History;
In 552 Nyx was born under a name he's never released to anybody before. He doesn't plan on telling the likes of anyone. By age one, Nyx was a complicated figure already. He never really smiled or giggled or showed any signs of happiness. Most doctors told his parents he was cursed, but with what they didn't know. By age five he figured out the curse, those doctors had spoken of was true. It wasn't just one, it was a few. He was cursed with a violent temper, and one he'd never beable to get away from. Immortality. Why him of all people he didn't know, at least not until a few years later. At age ten the boy figured his father was some immortal creature, and he proved it true. His dad was an angel, of the heavens. This pissed off the boy, but it made him wonder, why, why was he cursed with a temper? Was he not an angel? Apparently not. He frequented his dad's files and found almost nothing of his past, he just knew that when he was still mortal, he was a saintly man trying to prove he was worthy to be an angel, a saint even, but, somewhere within him, there was a history of an anger problem.
That Anger problem, undiscovered in Nyx's father, was passed on to Nyx. Since his father had never really used his temper, his father was drained of it and it was given to the beastly child. He was, literally a demon. Nyx grew up on the thought of death and being burned in hell and stopped visiting the church that his parents forced him to attend. By then he was 13 and figuring out his immortality. He tried it in many ways, jumping off buildings, trying to fly, causing stampedes, and even trying to set himself ablaze. Nothing really killed him though. He did injure himself but death wasn't an option, it never had been.
Nyx grew up an angry, hated, and confused child. He didn't find it fair and often took his rage out on the innocent. He often made things look like an accident, or he just made them "disappear" He hated people, and the way they worked. He hated everything about the human race and he considered himself a demon. By twenty-one everything was making more sense and he was starting to live life by himself, as himself.
Being immortal the boy eventually made it to 1876. He met this tart on the street one evening, and he introduced himself to her as Nyx, hisself given name. He took her to the woods, and as if her were to fuck her, he casually undressed her, letting her trust him. She abandoned the trust to soon for his liking, and when she told him to stop...blood was splattered everywhere as he violently bashed her head into the ground. Sure he prefered throat slitting but this wasn't premeditated. He repeatidly called her a dirty tart and many other names, so many it was hard to keep track of. Even though she was well dead he continued to thrash her into the ground. Finally when she was lifeless enough for him, he picked her up and left the bayou area, only, he never left the way he came. He chucked her corpse into the bayou, letting the animals rip her apart.
Alias; Nyx or Jynxx
Race; Vampire
Place of birth; Unknown
Date of birth; February 16 552
Age; 1456
Gender; Male
Personality; Aggressive and Violent
Appearance; Nyx is well, he's Nyx...He doesn't really care what he looks like because no matter what he does, he looks like he's anywhere from 19 to 21. Not that he wants to look his age. Nyx has black hair, that he usually has string tubes or feathers in it. His eyes are usually masked in a black eyeliner and his outfits, always match. His style of dress never changes much though. It's always wierd.
History;
In 552 Nyx was born under a name he's never released to anybody before. He doesn't plan on telling the likes of anyone. By age one, Nyx was a complicated figure already. He never really smiled or giggled or showed any signs of happiness. Most doctors told his parents he was cursed, but with what they didn't know. By age five he figured out the curse, those doctors had spoken of was true. It wasn't just one, it was a few. He was cursed with a violent temper, and one he'd never beable to get away from. Immortality. Why him of all people he didn't know, at least not until a few years later. At age ten the boy figured his father was some immortal creature, and he proved it true. His dad was an angel, of the heavens. This pissed off the boy, but it made him wonder, why, why was he cursed with a temper? Was he not an angel? Apparently not. He frequented his dad's files and found almost nothing of his past, he just knew that when he was still mortal, he was a saintly man trying to prove he was worthy to be an angel, a saint even, but, somewhere within him, there was a history of an anger problem.
That Anger problem, undiscovered in Nyx's father, was passed on to Nyx. Since his father had never really used his temper, his father was drained of it and it was given to the beastly child. He was, literally a demon. Nyx grew up on the thought of death and being burned in hell and stopped visiting the church that his parents forced him to attend. By then he was 13 and figuring out his immortality. He tried it in many ways, jumping off buildings, trying to fly, causing stampedes, and even trying to set himself ablaze. Nothing really killed him though. He did injure himself but death wasn't an option, it never had been.
Nyx grew up an angry, hated, and confused child. He didn't find it fair and often took his rage out on the innocent. He often made things look like an accident, or he just made them "disappear" He hated people, and the way they worked. He hated everything about the human race and he considered himself a demon. By twenty-one everything was making more sense and he was starting to live life by himself, as himself.
Being immortal the boy eventually made it to 1876. He met this tart on the street one evening, and he introduced himself to her as Nyx, hisself given name. He took her to the woods, and as if her were to fuck her, he casually undressed her, letting her trust him. She abandoned the trust to soon for his liking, and when she told him to stop...blood was splattered everywhere as he violently bashed her head into the ground. Sure he prefered throat slitting but this wasn't premeditated. He repeatidly called her a dirty tart and many other names, so many it was hard to keep track of. Even though she was well dead he continued to thrash her into the ground. Finally when she was lifeless enough for him, he picked her up and left the bayou area, only, he never left the way he came. He chucked her corpse into the bayou, letting the animals rip her apart.