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❝Tennant Alden Frost❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Time is Fleeting, for those Confined by it." xxxxGet to Know Me xxxTennant Alden Frost xxx15, looks to be 10 xxxFebruary 28 xxxDanaor
xxxxWhat I See in the Mirror xxxDark Red hair xxxBlack eyes xxxNo piercings xxxNo tattoos xxxNo Scars
xxxxEveryone is Different xxxLikes ~The cold weather, the chills make him feel as though he is still alive. ~Crowded places, he blends in with large groups. Makes him feel less alienated. ~The park across from his old house. It reminds him of a more innocent time. ~Standing on tall rooftops, the views he has seen would make a full grown man cry. ~Knowledge, the blood memories of his Sire. ~Blood, though he is still young his lust for it is quite strong. xxxDislikes ~Dogs, they sense the predator he has become and get aggressive around him. ~Noon, still being a young Vampire, the direct light from the Noon Sun causes him pain. ~Morgues, he awoke in one, and the feeling of being in a meat freezer frightens him. ~Hearing the heartbeats of humans, the thundering drums that walk around him. ~The police, he knew to many of them in his former life. They may recognize him. ~The Subway, though one of the safest places during the day. The noise is deafening. xxxGreatest Fear ~Having his father find out what he has become.
xxxxHow I Act xxxAt one time, he was an average boy. Bold and energetic, but since the day of his death, much has changed. He has become rather somber, and distant. His eyes hold a wisdom that is far beyond his apparent age. In the five years since his re-birth, he has learned much about the world. Things that at one point would have frightened him to his core. Now, they are commonplace in his new life.
At first glance, he would appear to be an average ten year old boy. But upon closer inspection, he holds a coldness within himself that frightens full grown men. His stare alone, holds the secrets of his true nature. They are the windows to the life that has changed him from a happy and loving son, to the likes of a ruthless and dominant predator.
xxxxBefore My World Ended xxxFive years may seem like nothing to most people. And it is just that, nothing, especially for an immortal. But for a young and new immortal. Five years away from all he knew and cared for, can seem like an eternity. At the tender age of ten, young Alden was taken from his carefree childhood. His fragile life had been extinguished and he was ripped from the human world forever. Though, his frame and his memories lived on. Alden was one of the first few to be attacked, in one of the strange murders that was plaguing the city of Danaor. His father was the detective that found him, a part of Alden knew he was there. Could feel his fathers presence, and tried to scream for his help. But no sound came from his lips. When Alden was able to speak once more, he awoke to the sounds of his own screaming. As he frantically tried to escape the cold steel box he had been placed in.
He forced his way out and was greeted by a tall and thin man dressed all in black. He took Alden by the hand and helped him to his feet. Covering him in his trench coat, he picked up Alden and took him away from his cold steel prison. Alden slept the entire way to his new home, an abandoned building not far from the hospital he was taken from. The man stood over him as he awoke. Alden would have normally recoiled at the sight of a stranger who had kidnapped him. But he felt a kinship with this man, like none he had ever felt before. This man was his sire, his maker, a Vampire. Alden was taken from his life of simple happiness and brought into a world of darkness and death. The man said that he was taken for a reason, one that could not be explained right now, but in time he would understand. The man gave Alden a change of clothes and a change of Name. As was the tradition in the Vampire community. A newly made Vampire is granted a new name to go with their new life. His sire, named him Tennant, and from then forth, Alden was a new person. Wise beyond his years, due to what his sire was teaching him, and stronger then any child alive. His new life was that of adventure and excitement. A life, no child would complain over, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that would not go away. On nights where the moon was covered by dark clouds. Tennant would go to the park across the street from his old home. And watch his father through the window. Part of him missed the life he left behind, but he knew he could never go back.
xxxxThe Person Pulling the Strings xxxxxxxxxxxxxxoOTennantOo
oOTennantOo · Mon Oct 19, 2009 @ 06:14pm · 0 Comments |
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