Born to be Wild: Were-Creature Rp Open!

Name) Anthelme Bellamy

Description) Anthelme has a lightly toned, though not particularly noticeable, structure, tall and nimble, standing at 6”1. He has a very sculpture-like structure, angular and dainty, with his eyes ever so slightly downturned and somewhat full lips. His skin is extremely pale, with cool undertones, and a plethora of beauty marks, moles, and the occasional constellation of freckles. His face is mostly devoid of these besides a few freckles at his left temple, and a particularly noticeable beauty mark right at the corner of left eye. He also has slight dimples when he smiles, his white, and mostly straightened teeth minimally on display with his natural smile. A favorite of some peoples is the golden molar at the back right side of his mouth. And his eyes are a pale brown, with a dark outer and inner ring, and small spikes of shining gold coming right from the middle. His shoulders, as compared to his face, are almost completely covered in freckles, small, pale brown dots that might not even be easy to spot with his overall pale complexion. The majority of his scars lay on his back, thin, but shallow long strikes that span from his neck, and down to his mid and lower back.

His hair is pitch black, and just slightly raven blue in particular angles of light. His curly hair is generally worn natural, or gelled back to stay out of his face. Though ornate hair clips, or even small bobby pins and snap clips are his go to, almost always having one in his hair, even if it’s a horrific color, or worn to near pieces.

He has a singular tattoo, an ornate little thing with almost henna style floral patterns circling around a precious, hand written ‘J’. His voice overall is mellow, and the tiniest bit scratchy. Not to mention the strong French accent it’s always carried since he started learning other languages. His voice is often a curiosity laced sound.

His clothes are generally business casual, pleasant white or black tennis-shoes with slacks, corduroy or smooth, he also has a few favorite pairs of jeans in his closet. He has a particular liking for jackets, especially knee length jackets, or pleasant waist length jackets with hoods and collars. He occasionally wears oxfords, though no matter the shoe, he’ll always wear mismatched socks. The fates have dictated it.

He’s a man of jewelry, with twin silver, braided bracelets on each wrist. And a singular piercing over all, a helix in his left. A small gold hook with a gold chain going down, and lopping to hook onto the bottom of his lobe. His two most prized, is the small, quaint circular locket of shining, white metal with a old, worn leather cord holding it around his neck. And a ring on his left ring finger. A sturdy, ornate beauty. A smoothed gold band, with a flat diamond shape, with a pale green swirling stone held in place by pieces of intertwined white oak and gold shaped to appear as leaves.

And the last thing, and the things he detests the reason for, is shades occupy his face every second he’s outside for a long period of time.

Age: Appears 31, mentally has been a full adult since 1776

What you are) Vampire

Creature description) He has sharp, slightly jagged canines, the rest of his teeth turn mildly sharper when he has his fangs extended. His eyes gleam red at night, and unavoidable sight, but they swim with ruby when he’s particularly hungry. His skin also gets paler than occasion, shifting towards a sickly appearance. And he seems almost too clear, like you almost cannot look away.

Personality. Anthelme is a somewhat quiet, ever curious, and mannerly polite man. He values having a sense of chivalry and politeness, even if it’s not in his base nature to be so forthcoming to others he’s not in the know of. Generally, he’s a quietly cheery vampire. With quiet, quick and surprising humor, one to state an obnoxious obvious, or have plain witty jokes or ‘statements’. Most of his humor is muttered, or internal jokings and musings though. He’s a tad blunt, depending on the situation, not unwilling to call out anyone being idiotic by his standards.

Outside of that, he’s quite helpful, but over his years of experience, he’s not one to ruin the ‘mortal experience’ with certain things. Only stepping in on specific occasions if he sees it fit or necessary. The world spins, and sometimes Anthelme thinks you shouldn’t meddle. Outside of that, he’s a very, very curious man, with many interests. A particular love of his he’s had spanning many, many years is his adoration for the stars. He knows every constellation, every story behind them, and he knows the view from every perfect viewing point on Earth. He’s had time to explore, after all. The generality of space is not unincluded, he’s studied, and learned almost all he can of it, to what’s know and what’s theory. He’d likely be able to make it into NASA at his level.

His other interests, that’s much more reachable, is his love of tea, and expanding from that is his ability for growing things. Anthelme’s a plant lover, always having something to water and take care of. Herbs and other.. Oddities requiring a few dashes of this and that are his specialty. He doesn’t mind coffee on occasion, he’s better and prefers tea, but isn’t unlikely to make the best cup of coffee any coffee nerd would keel over for. A thermos is always in his hands, or attached to his belt or in his bag. His love for tea stemmed mostly as a way to hide the overwhelming, bitter scent of death that reeks from him. Now he mostly smells earthy, like dried tea leaves and dew.

His lve of plants, and.. One too many a friend or acquaintances buried, stemmed his knowledge of flowers, and in particularly his main way of expression, the language of flowers. Rather than taking friends for a nice walk out, he’ll send flowers. It’s an easier way to express himself, and a thing he enjoys, it’s one of his softer spots. Plus, he’s.. not a very happy man out in the bright, blazing scorching sun.

He’s a very passionate man, even quiet at most times, once you get to know him as more of a inner circle friend than an offhanded one. He’ll speak of his interest reverently, and ask any question he can think about. Though he prefers speech through flowers, or his native language of French, he’ll be curious in every language, no matter how much knowledge he’s gotten, twenty schools or not, he always has more to ask.

One of the largest downsides for him being a vampire, is the hunger. He’s always been particularly.. Thirsting, a thing he’s long learned to control, but the urge always lies dormant. IF he’s without some form of vampiric sustenance for too long, it can severely affect him mentally, physically, and in how he goes about things.

Background) He originates from a middle class family in France. Decently well know distributors of food stuffs, and spices. He worked for his family his entire human life. He married at a somewhat young age, after finding his love. After he’d been turned, he traveled place to place, well integrated into the supernatural community before deciding to try and lead a tinge more of a ‘peaceful’ life. Though, in his earlier years of vampirism, he’d made a few odd choices that have had long, long lasting effects. That being his herbal.. Oddity works for those he works for. Creating concoctions to keep the dead scent off of vampires, or supplying herbs and the such.

Family: All of his family has been long buried, though of those that he did have, he had a brother, and a sister, and two parents of course. His mother, Aubin, father Alerico, sister Aimee, and his brother Gervais. And his dearest wife, Josephine.

Romantic interests) Demisexual

Other) Anthelme has an absolute disdain for the sun. He’s always been particularly sensitive for reasons he’s tried in vain for centuries to find out. For that reason along, he detests summer even if it brings beautiful flowers and plants. Shades are a common occurrence for that simple fact.

He’s a fantastic cook, besides making great coffee and tea, his years of opportunity to learn has made him a particular, but good cook. He’ll never dare touch any messy food without and apron, or while wearing his pajamas. He has too much white clothing, and too much distrust in dry cleaners to dare stain anything.

He loves being in high places, he’ll bee perched in many a place, never the most worried for any injury that might come of him. This mostly stems from his habit of finding the best place to enjoy any view he thinks is worth looking at. Which is most things, he’s a bit of a starer if he’s not got the mental capacity to keep himself from doing so. So most of that energy is put on him admiring a single view for minutes, to hours on end.

On the more gruesome side of being a vampire.. He kept a dagger, a particular, and ornate dagger that his wife had gifted him once they’d married. It’s also the very one he’d had used on him in an attempt to have his life taken. Now he carries it with him as an odd remembrance, and uses it on the rarest of occasions.

Sn: soot