Additional References
Name ::
- Kleita
Job Title ::
- Thief
Residency::
- Relinquished Hope (Rali’s Building)
Race ::
- Vampire Bunny.
Hair Color ::
- Pink, dyed pink to match the tail and ears that he was ‘given.’
Hair Style ::
- Short, spikey, wavy.
Eye Color ::
- Red
Skin Color ::
- Pale, nearly white.
Height ::
- 5’8’’
Age ::
- Appears to be 17. Actual age is 87.
Personality ::
- A good ol’ play boy bunny. Though his interests reside primarily in his lovely necromancy partner Graves, he does have the tendency to have a wandering eye. He hasn’t ever cheated on Graves since officially starting to ‘date’ the man, however, he has come close, and when they were unofficially dating he brought other men and women home nightly. Yes, a bi-bunny-boy he is as well as being excruciatingly determined.
Clothing ::
- Fancy dress shirts, party clothes. The typical kind of thing you see most men wearing in movies to parties and standard big city clubs. He loves tight pants, usually leather, but on occasion will wear jeans, and he loves wearing light colors to highlight his pale skin tone and make his blood red eyes really pop out.
Distinguishing Traits ::
- Pale skin, sharp fangs, red eyes, a soft purrrr to his voice, a swager in his step…and a set of rabit like appendages. What more do you want? I think I’ve tortured him enough. (LAWL)
Brief Background ::
- Kleita is a young vampire. A very young vampire considering he hasn’t even hit 100 yet. He doesn’t have many abilities or vampiric powers since most don’t gain any such attributes until they at least hit one hundred and fifteen, thus he is still a child in the eyes of most of his kind. He was turned by a rather deranged vamp that was slain not two weeks after making him in an alley. The vampire had been out and about causing havoc by making vampires to cover his trail. His ploy was to distract the men hunting him with newer and more out of control little ‘children’ so that he could make his escape. Kleita, however, escaped the hunters and fled after realizing that his master was dead, leaving him alone, and scared to a world that seemed so much smaller than it had before…and yet there was one other thing he had become that day…
Free.
He met Graves in Vienna, where the b*****d had done something or another to upset many graves and make a bazillion zombies rise from their resting places…and little did he know at the time…but Graves could control most any kind of vampire and summoned Kleita on accident. Many years later, after loosing track of the necromancer, Kleita did catch on to his trail again and he followed him to Los Vegas, and his determination to be able to make it so that no necromancer can ever control him again, he stays at Graves side…getting closer to him in the process of training to become much…much stronger.
While staying at Relinquished Hope, however, he met a witch. A pig-tailed, hotty-totty, red headed witch who got mad at him for coming into her ‘circle’ whilst she was reading cards and she cursed him. He didn’t always have the ears and tail after all, those were a gift from the sweat-heart next door. (Literally, her room is like…right across the hall from his.)
Special Abilities ::
- Heightened senses and ability to sense certain emotions or presences of anyone near by. He’s a very skilled thief and talented at sneaking about. A lot of the times people don’t even realize he’s there until he’s already gone or never at all.
Habits or Quirks ::
- Believes he can do more than he actually can and tends to get in way over his head before he even starts to get an inkling that maybe he isn’t as awesome as he thought he was to begin with. His favorite phrase is, “Balls deep”. Figure it out, kiddies.
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Name ::
- Graves
Job Title ::
- Necromancer
Residence ::
- Relinquished Hope (Rali’s Building)
Race ::
- Vulture Demon.
Hair Color ::
- Dark-grey
Hair Style ::
- Shaggy locks, with collar bone length bangs on either side of his face. From there his hair gets shorter as it goes back, the hair at the very base of the back of his neck being a mere few inches in length.
Eye Color ::
- Maroon.
Skin Color ::
- A very light grey.
Height ::
- 5’8
Age ::
- 237 (appears to be in his early twenties)
Personality ::
- Cold. Graves isn’t afraid to hurt someone’s feelings. He isn’t exactly a social butterfly either. If anything he tends to keep to the shadows, never looking someone in the eye. The man would prefer to linger with the dead opposed to the living due to his disgust for humankind.
Clothing ::
- He will wear anything he can find. Though he tends to linger more towards antique clothing, anything with frills. He’s usually always in a vest, as well as a cravat. Graves also always has an old steel pocket watch on him at all times.
Distinguishing Traits ::
- Graves is missing his left eye. He’s always wearing an eye patch (decorated with a gear like design) over this eye despite how the hair on that side of his face is a bit longer in an attempt to cover his flaw. His body is also littered in scars, thus the long ‘dress’ clothes. He’s also well known for wearing gloves. A pair of wings reside upon his back, as a vulture demon, they are an almost dull dark grey in color, and missing several feathers. Obviously he considers them more of a burden than a gift.
Brief Background ::
- To be entirely honest there isn’t anything in Graves’ past to connect his hatred of loud noises and bright colors. He grew up in a family consisting of six children, while Graves was the youngest. In being the youngest, his family worked in the method where you had to work to get much of anything. His mother was a cold hearted old hag, who found him to be more problematic than anything else, due to his nature. The boy was always staring off into space, or keeping close to the graveyard where his father was buried, despite having never known his father. Out of the six children, Graves was the only one that was born with wings, and as such the other children teased him constantly. When he was still a child, his oldest brother pinned him down, and managed to break but one of his wings. This break, was ignored by the mother, telling Graves that he babbled. It healed at an odd angle, and with that came Graves hatred for the items upon his back. He cannot use them to fly, and his right wing, due to it’s previous break, cannot stretch out completely. If he does anything except keep it close to his side, one can see that it’s defected.
Several years later, Graves ventured to Vienna, where amidst several individuals a gathering of zombies rose. The dead swarmed, and the reason for this was unclear to all save for two people. A rather cocky man in a bar had accepted Graves’ invitation for company, except instead of something sexually promising, the man had snagged a bite to eat at the vulture’s neck, and the result, was devastating. People died, zombies rose from their graves, distraught and confused, while Graves could do nothing to stop it. The vampire had his power, for only one night, and come the end of it Graves managed to use his own gift to get the vampire to pass out, leaving all of the zombies that answered to fall the same time Kleita did. Graves fled, and several years later, came to find Kleita in Rali’s building, where their unsteady relationship began, and has continued since. As much as Graves hates to admit it, he enjoys the vampire’s company, but he hasn’t let Kleita feed on his blood, fully aware of the damage that could occur.
Special Abilities ::
- Graves can raise the dead, and keep them alive and walking around so long as he keeps them close by. He also has a talent for controlling vampires, which has proven to be quite useful for ‘diplomatic’ situations.
Habits or Quirks ::
- The man loves collecting old books. Yet he hates anything flashy and bright. Bright colors, loud noises, scare him. When he gets scared, he ends up raising the dead in groups. His power is stronger if his actual emotions are involved, which is the main reason why he does his best to keep his emotions completely under control.
