BRIDGEWATER, kensington sebastian

[kensington]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] KENSINGTON SEBASTIAN BRIDGEWATER ------------------------------------------------- FULL NAME Kensington Sebastian Bridgewater NICKNAMES none AGE 220 / appears 19-20 GENDER Male BIRTHDAY May 31st SPECIES Vampire ALLIANCE Neutral SEXUALITY All of the homo! ------------------------------------------------- PLAY-BY Hubert Rapisardi EYES Brown HAIR Medium-brown, long (mid-back), feathery soft BODY TYPE Skinny, slim muscle HEIGHT 5’10” WEIGHT 160 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Gunshot scar on his chest, two pinprick scars on his neck STYLE Alternately form-fitting or drapey clothes, preferring purples and reds. Looks for a certain amount of elegance or eccentricity in his fashion. Likes to wear silver or bronze jewelry, especially rings, in plain bands or with very small gemstones. ------------------------------------------------- LIKES Reading Doing his hair Knitting Wine Complaining on the internet Tumblr Making a scene Dining out Nomming humans Scarves DISLIKES Codpieces Werewolves Things in his hair Silence Drew Williamson Himself Trying to buy groceries at 1am Being shot in the chest Psychics Ads on YouTube STRENGTHS Ambidexterity Acting Self-preservation Cooking WEAKNESSES Cowardice Flightiness Vanity Bad editing HABITS Killing and eating people Posting video book reviews on the internet Guilting people into doing things for him FEARS Death Getting caught Spiders DESIRES To be surrounded by safe, trusted friends SECRETS He is actually very thoughtful, and extremely lonely. OVERALL Kensington is a prissy, self-centered gentleman, who avoids thinking too much about the world around him. He prefers to keep his thoughts as shallow as possible, afraid of thinking too much about how lonely and miserable he really is. His superficiality prevents him from falling into a cycle of deep thought and depression. For the most part, he allows his melodrama and attention-seeking antics to keep his daily life energetic and interesting. He also keeps himself from thinking too hard about the implications of his vampire lifestyle. He’s comfortable with his hunting habits now, after 200 years of refining them, and quietly snatches unnoticed nobodies from the street and hides the remains as discreetly as possible. He uses his work as a security guard to keep himself well-clothed and housed, and in his free time he makes videos on the internet reviewing trashy romance novels. The only occasion in which he allows himself to be called Ken is in his video canon, where he refers to himself as Ken the Vampire Queen. ------------------------------------------------- MOTHER Virginia Alice Bridgewater, deceased FATHER Jackson Paul Bridgewater, deceased SIBLINGS n/a OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE best friend/soulmate Drew Williamson, sire Eros ETHNICITY caucasian WEALTH STATUS middle class, living comfortably OVERALL Kensington was born in the 1790s to a relatively well-off family, but despite being educated, his strict father forced him into the military around the time of the War of 1812. He tolerated it only because he was stationed with his best friend, Drew Williamson, who turned out to be a total asshole. Kensington was shot in the chest on the battlefield and left behind by Drew. He stayed bleeding in the mud for nearly two hours before he was found by a vampire and turned for amusement. His sire vanished about a week later, leaving Kensington to figure out hunting and undeath all on his own. He struggled with finding places to stay and avoiding trouble with authorities for a long time, but eventually got night work in a library sorting books and correcting records. He saved up his money, not needing to buy food, and moved from town to town building his personal wealth. At the turn of the century he was a popular New York socialite and investor, lasting until the stock market crash, where he lost vast swaths of wealth. He had enough saved to get by and rent a decent apartment for some time, weathering the Great Depression as best he could. He didn’t retain any friends from his popular days, though, realizing he was only particularly liked for his money. He became more of a wanderer at this point, moving from night job to night job. He rebuilt his personal savings and watched the world shift around him even more. Over time he adjusted to the pace of the new technology growth and the changing styles of popular culture, finding special interest in romance. He found his new persona, absorbing himself in the superficiality of the 21st century, and settled in a slightly upscale apartment in Manuka, minding his own business (and a bit of everyone else’s).

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NAME/ALIAS Nate
AGE 21
TIME ZONE Pacific
HOW YOU FOUND US Jaden!
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
RP SAMPLE

Ethan couldn't remember a time he was out this late without being on his way home.

Honestly, he also hadn't figured out why sneaking out his window was a good idea. Firstly, basement windows are tiny. Secondly, Ethan was a skinny kid, but also six-foot-two. He didn't quite fit. At least, not with any semblance of comfort, and especially with the fresh bruises that ached his ribs and arms. And seriously? He hated getting hit in the face. Definitely his least favorite of all places to get hit. The black eye forming on his left side really, really didn't feel good.

Obviously, he couldn't go to Vinnie's. It wasn't his night, and it was too late. But Sarah, hadn't she offered him her place if he needed it? One night would be okay. He just wanted to rest now, and maybe get some hot chocolate if she wouldn't mind.

And so he found his bare, dirty feet wandering to the familiar house. The tattered bottoms of his oversized cargo pants dragged over the sidewalk, adding more dirt to their already faded black. Sighing to himself, he let himself hurry his pace, which he honestly hated to do. There was so much to appreciate in walking. But he was tired and wanted to sleep at Sarah's. So on he went.

He trudged up onto the small porch, his hands fidgeting in their ill-fitted black sleeves. All black at nearly midnight? He hadn't considered the implications. He wasn't the kind of person who would, anyway. He'd be more likely to hug a burglar than be alarmed. But he was getting off-topic. How long had he been standing on this porch already? Would Sarah mind him being there? He didn't want to upset her or anything. Hrm.

Shaking his head to himself, he bit his lip and knocked on her door, swaying back and forth and hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't ask about the hideous blue and purple around his left eye.

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