Post by Tala Ebonshade on Aug 8, 2010 23:51:02 GMT -5
Name:Tala Delano Ebonshade
Gender: Male
Birthdate: Month of Maiy (May), day fifteenth.
Age: Looks- 20, Actually- 683
Place of Birth: Avaerite Sands
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Species: Vampire
(Sire:) The First Blood
(Bloodline:) Ebonshade of the Royal Blood
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Body Type: Slim and slender, with sinewy muscles instead of bulky.
Markings: Right ear pierced, and various scars from the battle he "died" in.
Other: N/A
Side: Royal Vampires, of course. With sympathy towards the humans, of course.
Personality: Tala has two personalities, one for strangers and the other to close family or friends. To strangers, he is cold and indifferent, seemingly relaxed, yet his body screams "dangerous" to the unwary. His eyes may cut into your very soul, his expression like fiery ice. But, his personality is far different with the ones he holds dear to his heart.
To family and friends, he is laid back and generally a fun-loving guy. He laughs at the smallest of jokes, and can be the most sophisticated charmer in the castle. A selected few know he is a big softie at heart, for he tends to hide that side of him from those who are not as close to him. However, if you put a crying child in front of him, he will go into- (and he will venomously deny this fact afterwards)- his "mother hen" mode.
History: Tala was not born as Tala Ebonshade. He was born Talan Rodiaro, son of a loving mother and a warrior father. The boy was raised to be a warrior, one of the fiercest in battle, and one of the wittiest in life. It came as no surprise when he was immediately accepted into the warriors ranks when he was but fourteen years of age. After all, Avaerit Sands was known as the largest warrior land, it came as no surprise to the boy that they would accept him so young. He had been raised for this.
With this move came change. He became quicker on his feet, more guarded with his emotions, and more secretive about his life. He still drank with his friends, roughhoused with his comrads, and still came home to his parents., but he was considered a man now, and he knew it to be temporary. Soon enough, after the first year, he was moved into the regions southern camps, for more terrian training. than actual battle. He spent the next five years of his life here, training to be part of a stealth group.
At twenty years of age, he was told his training had been completed. Relieved, the young man gathered what little belonged to him and set out back towards the town where he was raised. Unknownst to him,fate had picked that very day to send him off, for only hours after he had left, the camp was ambushed, and by morning all that was left was unrecognizable bodies.
Soon arriving at his birth town, Talan was shocked and horror-struck to find only torn bodies and bloodshed welcoming his return. In anguish, the lad ran through the entire town, checking each and every person to see if even one lived. None of them were breathing or still alive. Not a person had been spared, piles of childrens bodies were bloated by the sun, and bodies of pregnant women lay torn apart, the fetus missing or torn to shreds inside the womans stomach.
Not even his parents survived the bloodshed. Talan found them in the front lines of downed bodies, faces still wearing a battle grimace. The young man, torn apart on the inside and feeling light-headed, emptied his stomach thoroughly before begining the long and grieving process of burrying the dead.
On the second day of barrial, the boy was too sun-stroked, and too tired to notice a shadow falling next to him. He only noticed he was not alone when he felt something hit him in the back of the head. As he stumbled and fell, black filling his vision, Talan heard a voice speaking above him conversationally to the air.
"And I thought I got them all, seems like one little rabbit scurried away. Mayhap I shall keep you as a trophy, little one, as the last mighty warrior of a now dead race."
Everything turned black.
He flitted through conciousness, unaware of his surroundings before unconciousness claimed him again. One time he awake to a blinding pain in his neck, of the stranger- now recognizable as a man-leaning over him attached to his neck. The second time he awoke, was to the dull throbbing of his neck, and a searing pain in his chest. He seemed to be rocking back and forth, as though in motion. He heard the creak of wagon wheels before sleep claimed him once more.
The third and final time he woke, was to a dark room with a high ceiling, in a soft bed, and in clothes that were not his own. It was then that he learned of his fate.
He was now a vampire, a creature of myth and lore, one of the undead. The man had claimed his as his own, as a trophy of sorts, the last living Sand Warrior of a time past. Or unliving. Talan, distraught and confused, didnt come to terms with his new life of enslavement, living for eternity while he watches those around him whither away. It wasnt until five years had passed since his Turning did he finally face his fate. He changed his name to Tala, and adapted his Sires last name, Ebonshade. He put his past behind him, not because he was peaceful about it, but because he hadnt the heart to remember it.
And so, he lived for centuries, making friends, losing friends, but staying by his Sires side through it all. At first he hated that man, but that hate slowly grew to grudging respect, then to admiration, and now he loves the man as he had loved his own father. He tells no one of his true heritage, letting them think he was from out od Dark Blood, or from a land far away. If they questioned why his skin was so dark for a vampire, he waved it off as being talentedly handsome. If they noticed how feral his grin would sometimes turn, or how the heat seems to not bother him, they keep it to themselves. Of course, there are those that know how old he is, or can easily guess, and can make the connection to the demise of the Sand Warriors. But those few are far and very few between.
Now, he acts as Hound Master, he trains and cares for the castles dogs, loving his job of teaching them to hunt, kill or guard.
Play By: Chace Crawford
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