Post by Uvaile Dallaschree on Jun 17, 2009 1:39:49 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full name:
Uvaile William Dallaschree (you-va-EE-lay dal-lash-ree)
Nickname:
Uva (you-va)
Age:
264
Gender:
Male
Race:
Vampire
Occupation:
Queen Bee
Birthplace:
Sinsity
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Personality:
Uva is one of those people who knows what they want from life... er, unlife should we say. He's a drug dealer, through and through. You'll never be able to link Uva with whoever he's dealing to, nor that he's dealing at all. He was the best as a human and now he's the prime of the prime as a vampire.
Leading the life of an ordinary vampire, Uva works as a check-out boy at Wal-mart during the sunlight hours. After all, a little bit of extra cash and a cover-up job never hurt anyone. Some of the customers avoid him because they know he's a vampire or just because they think he's one of those no-good trailer trash guys. Either way, Uva couldn't give two rodents anuses.
APPEARANCE
[/color][/center]Height:
6'3"
Weight:
85kg
Hair Color and Style:
Short, dark brown
Eye Color:
Vivid Blue
Identifying Marks:
A large, tribal tattoo that runs over his neck, left arm and left side of his torso
Skin Tone:
Slightly tanned
Build:
Tall, broad
Clothing:
Uvaile, like any other man who supplies drugs, dresses in non-descript clothes. A simple pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of all sneakers are enough for the vampire. None of that fancy shit that humans liked to put in novels and movies. Nothing screams 'look at me, I'm a vampire!' more than having a fancy home, fancy car and beautiful mortals hanging off you left, right and center.
Handiness:
Right handed
BACKGROUND
[/color][/center]Mother:
Harriette Dallaschree
Father:
Edward Dallaschree
Siblings:
N/a
Other Family:
N/a
Spouse:
N/a
Personal History:
On the 5th of July, over a century ago, a young boy was born to a widow. Being an only child, the boy was doted upon as he grew up. He was fondly named William Dallaschree.
But his childhood was not a unique one. Uvaile grew up, discovering his looks when he came to puberty. Nothing interesting. It was in his twenties that Uva became interesting. The boy was insane. He became a serial killer, picking of victims like a spider picks off flies.
Naturally good at paying attention to his surroundings, his fate was set when a vampire noticed this talent. It was one stormy night, when Uva had been unsuccessful in a kill that the predator struck. William Dallaschree died on that cold, wet cobble stoned street. In his stead, a vampire was born.
He was renamed as Uvaile, taking his original name as his second and keeping his surname. It was then that the hunter he was to be began to take his form. New clay, ready for the molding. Morals were scrapped and replaced by new, vampiric ones. His view of the world was flipped upside and completely obliterated. It almost broke what soul he had kept through the change.
But, using the shards of everything he used to be, Uva remade himself. For years, he learned under his sire, becoming excellent tracker and deadly killer. Before he hit 150, Uva was a completely different person. By then, he was known to most as either Uva or Spyder, depending on how they knew, or knew of him.
The man who had sired him made the mistake of becoming fond of Uva. His guard dropped and Uva no longer found him to be of any use at all. So he too, like many of his fallen enemies, was taken down by Uvaile William Dallaschree. It was only because of the fondness that Uva stood a chance. He may have won the fight, but it didn't leave him unscathed.
Bleeding heavily, missing a fang, limping and healing in all the wrong ways, Uva collapsed on the steps of an old, abandoned church. It was ironic. He prayed for forgiveness of his black, black soul. Forgiveness came in the form of a young woman who had been visiting the old place. She found him there, bleeding and broken. Unknowing of vampires, she thought the then 174 year old UVA was a man in his early twenties in need of a medic.
To say the least, she nursed him back to health, resetting broken bones, bandaging wounds, the lot. When Uva woke, his eyes gave away what creature he was. No human the maiden had known of possessed vivid blue irises. She thought him an angel, fallen from the heavens.
A shred of humanity returned to the vampire then. It wasn't in him to feed off of her. So he requested a bowl of animal blood, telling her that he would use it to cleanse himself. Well, this sounded odd to the woman, but she complied. In private, Uva digested the blood, restoring his health to what it was before the fight. It was like he had never been wounded.
The two fell in love, Uva's first experience with the emotion. But it was when his lover feel pregnant that Uva could no longer keep lying to her. He spilled everything to her at her bedside as she gave birth to their dSon, Saxon. His son thrust into his hands, Uva was turned away from the now sobbing woman, told to never return.
And he didn't.
On his own, Uva brought up his half breed Son. To his dismay, however, he asked him of her mother. When he told him of the ordeal, Saxon left him. The two people he cared for the most had left him. It was too much. Uva sought about taking his life, trying to end the pain he constantly felt.
It was during one of these times that he was found by a rahter controlling vampiric woman. Instead of allowing him to die peacefully, she kept on harassing and harassing. Uva attacked with the fury of the hunter he was made to be. That was the time that he was recognized for the abilities he possessed.
And so, Uva was brought to the vampiress's home, kept as a toy. It was with her that he was introduced to the concept of BDSM. It was with her that he first started to become sadistic. For 40 years, he was locked away in a small basement, kept barely on the edge of being starved into feralism.
At the 40 year mark, Uva decided he had had enough. Once again, he broke free, leaving to live life as his own person. For the past 24 years, Uva has been living in Sinsity as a Queen Bee. Life is fairly good.
