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Name: Jonas
Age: 186
How old do you look? ((How old where you when you were sired?: 28
Who sired you? ((Please not alot of vamps sired by the famous 4 [Angelus, Darla, Drusilla, & Spike] You had better have a very thuro and very thought out history before we will accept you being sired by them.)): A well known Italian vampire named Bartolo.
Personality: Jonas’ disposition is difficult to describe. He is a natural born killer, he loves to fight and has a particular desire to fight the strongest and most infamous of foes he can find. This has gotten him into trouble numerous times but he still lives and constantly searches for his next adversary.
Are you Evil, Blood thristy, or Reformed? ((If you are reformed you must have a good reason in your history or we won't accepted you. And no souled vamps. Only 2 vamps are souled and thats Angel and Spike. No more vamps can be souled.)) Evil and Blood thirsty
Appearance: Jonas stands at just over six foot with long, shaggy brown hair and stubbly facial hair covering much of his handsome face. He is lean and muscular and girds himself in tight boot cut jeans, black steel toed boots, a gray long sleeve shirt and a faded black pea coat.
Picture (Who's your celebrity): Ian Somerhalder
Special Abilities (If you don't have any special abilities like Dru had then this doesn't apply. And we may only have a few vamps that can have the powers dru had with her dreams and fortellings. That must be thought out in your history as well: Mild telekinesis (relatively weak and uncontrollable)
History: Jonas was a young man living in Liverpool, England in the early 19th century when he was turned. He came from an impoverished family and worked on the docks in order to keep them from losing their dilapidated house and having to live on the streets. His parents, though appreciative of the money seemed happy to be rid of him much of the time and Jonas had always had the distinct impression that they were uneasy around him.
One night he was unloading a ship that had come in when all of the sudden things around him went to hell. Death and blood were everywhere, his coworkers were being torn apart by something that moved too fast to be seen. Jonas turned to run but the situation became, if possible, even more frightening. A stack of heavy wooden crates began to topple as he ran beneath them. He would have been crushed but somehow the falling crates landed to either side of him, less than an inch on either side and he would have been crushed to death.
Trembling in shock and fear, that’s when the well dressed and well mannered vampire assailant stepped forward into the light, his ridged forehead and yellow eyes drawing a sharp contrast to normal human features and his fangs stained with blood. Jonas pleaded with the monster to spare him and Bartolo complied, enthralled by the possibility of a vampire possessed of the power to manipulate objects with his mind.
Jonas was turned that night and rose in a different world than the one he knew. No longer did the burdens of family and poverty trouble him, Bartolo led him in learning his new power and together they slew his family and friends and departed England. As a vampire Jonas never displayed the mental powers that he had as a mortal man despite Bartolo’s attempts to coax it out of him. Eventually Bartolo grew angry at Jonas for his inability to live up to the elder vampire’s hopes and they engaged in a heated fight. Bartolo, older, stronger, and more experienced quickly put Jonas down and prepared to stake him but the stake flew out of his hands and he was shoved backwards. Shocked and pleased by the turn of events he let his guard down, no longer intent on killing his protégé, but Jonas was not so forgiving. As soon as Bartolo relaxed Jonas turned on him, the element of surprise was on his side and his sire was forced to flee. He hasn’t seen or heard of Bartolo since that day. Only a few times has he managed to unlock that elusive telekinetic power inside of him, always wild and difficult to control and he is unsure why. In roughly the century since his battle with his sire he has sought out the strongest foes he can find in an attempt to bring out his psychic ability and learn to master it. He has made little progress in that area however.
Sample RP ((This has to be original.)) [Rp as Vampire that is trying to find his dinner for the night and runs into a slayer. Will you put up a fight and defeat the slayer? Or will she get the best of you and you will have to flee? He inhaled the smoke deep as he leaned idly against the dark side of a tree, his eyes scanning the park. There were people here and there and it was only a matter of which one he might decide to make a meal of but still he waited, blowing the smoke out into the cool night air.
There she was, a cute little blonde girl in tight jeans and a purple shirt. He tossed away the still burning cigarette and smiled when he saw her, her hips moved in just the right way to get his attention. She walked at a brisk pace through the dimly lit park, perhaps a little uneasy being out in the dead of night. His features shifted as he shed the human face for his demonic visage and prepared to eat.
Perhaps she heard him coming, perhaps it was just a coincidence that she began to walk just a little bit faster when he stepped out from beneath the tree and followed her down the path. Still, he closed the distance between them before they reached the gates that led out into the streets. He stretched out a hand to take her by the shoulder when all of the sudden he was surprised to find himself thrown to the ground. Shock and confusion struck him first but quickly gave way to pulse pounding rage. Looking up he found himself staring up into the sparkling eyes of his would be prey as she assumed a combat stance.
Slayer!
“This ought to be a trip, I’ve never met a Slayer.” He told her with a devilish grin, baring his fangs for the girl to see.
“You’ll never see another one either.”
He was back on his feet immediately and the dance began. The girl was strong, she quickly seized his wrist and spun, throwing him through the air and into the stone wall that was built around the park. He let loose a guttural snarl as he rose to his feet. She was all business as she quickly launched back onto the offensive, a stake now in hand. He was ready for her this time, he ducked a punch and leaped into the air, landing atop the stone wall and slamming his boot into the girl’s chin.
As she fell back he pounced, landing atop her and driving her into the wet grass. Her fist connected with his cheek as he seized her other arm by the wrist and with his other hand took her by the throat.
“Tough luck, girlie.” The crack was audible as he wrenched her head around. She stopped moving after that and he had a chance to get his breath, figuratively speaking.
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