Post by marnolino on Dec 9, 2008 16:34:01 GMT -5
Name: Xander Clement Layton
Age: 106 (Looks 21)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance Height; 5'9''
Build; Skinny
Posture; Slumped
Gait; A slow strut
Hair; Dark brown, curly. It sometimes sticks up at the back
Eyes; Deep brown, small
Clothing Style; Hand-me-downs. Most of his shirts are too big for him, seeing as though he has two brothers who are five years older than him
Personality: Kind when he wants to be, finding it difficult to control his temper when he lets his attention slip. He can't find the power to make himself act kindly to people other than vampires, finding them pointless.
History: The time it takes a vampire to wander is the time it takes the Earth to die. Seconds. Xander, throughout his life, has learned this the hard way. Whether it has been watching his friends or family die, passing on, or killing someone himself, Xander knows now more than ever that the world will die in moments. When he was fourteen his father died a terrible death. War. When he was twenty, his mother died a horrific death. War. When Xander was twenty-one, however, he was inches away from his own death. War? No. The vampiric beast that he is today.
Family: Meredith & Clyde Swinton (Deceased)
Age: 106 (Looks 21)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance Height; 5'9''
Build; Skinny
Posture; Slumped
Gait; A slow strut
Hair; Dark brown, curly. It sometimes sticks up at the back
Eyes; Deep brown, small
Clothing Style; Hand-me-downs. Most of his shirts are too big for him, seeing as though he has two brothers who are five years older than him
Personality: Kind when he wants to be, finding it difficult to control his temper when he lets his attention slip. He can't find the power to make himself act kindly to people other than vampires, finding them pointless.
History: The time it takes a vampire to wander is the time it takes the Earth to die. Seconds. Xander, throughout his life, has learned this the hard way. Whether it has been watching his friends or family die, passing on, or killing someone himself, Xander knows now more than ever that the world will die in moments. When he was fourteen his father died a terrible death. War. When he was twenty, his mother died a horrific death. War. When Xander was twenty-one, however, he was inches away from his own death. War? No. The vampiric beast that he is today.
Family: Meredith & Clyde Swinton (Deceased)