TAYLOR, Vincent Ash

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VINCENT ASH TAYLOR !?
'Hold on to faith as I dig another grave'

FULL NAME Vincent Ash Taylor
NICKNAMES Ash
AGE 27
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY March 25th
SPECIES Werewolf
ALLIANCE Light
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Matt Shadows
EYES Brown, normal
HAIR short brown hair that is usually hidden beneath a cap.
BODY TYPE quite muscular
HEIGHT 6'1
WEIGHT 80kg
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES he has many tattoos on his arms and his chest. As well as many piercings.
STYLE He isn't into designer things and would throw on a band t-shirt and simple clothes. He whereas a hat a lot of the time.

LIKES At least 10.

• Rock
  
• Night time
  
• The cold
  
• Rain
  
• The outdoors
  
• Drawing
  
• Playing guitar
  
• Hanging out with his friends
  
• Watching TV
  
• Fruit
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• The full moon
  
• Werewolves
  
• Reading
  
• Staying indoors
  
• Pop music
  
• Chavs
  
• Fakes
  
• Borrowing things from others
  
• Having yo depend on someone else
  
• Heat
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Playing the guitar
  
• Drawing
  
• Keeping in control
  
• Tolerant
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Stubborn
  
• Follows his heart more then his head
  
• His friends
  
• Music
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Going for a jog in the morning.
  
• Playing guitar when nervous
  
• 
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Other werewolves
  
• Appearing weak
  
• Losing his loved ones
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• That the rest of his family were alive.
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• He actual doesn't hate the werewolves for turning him into a werewolf only that they killed his family.
  

OVERALL
Vincent doesn't like being called that because he doesn't want to be reminded of his dead family, he prefers to be called his middle name Ash. Ash thinks that all off his family were killed in a werewolf attack, and doesn't know that his brother is still alive. Ash has dealt badly with being turned into a werewolf only because of what they had done to his family.Otherwise he loves the freedom he gets once a month as a werewolf. He relays on his friends to be like his adoptive family. With ought them there as a support system he wouldn't know what to do.

Ash sometimes feels like he missed out as a kid and grew up way to fast. He's quite serious most of the time, only letting his guard down occasionally and also only when surrounded by people he trusts. Which aren't many. He has many tattoos which he partly got rebelling against the rules and trying to get attention that he craved as a little kid. But as he grew older the reason changed and he started to get tattoos that actually had a meaning to them instead of being just quite pretty.

MOTHER First, Middle, Last. State if deceased.
FATHER As above.
SIBLINGS He has a brother called Westley that doesn't know that he's alive.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE He doesn't really have many important people because most of his family are dead.
ETHNICITY White
WEALTH STATUS He earns the money he spends meaning that he doesn't have alot. He earns enough to live on and and save some but he doesn't have enough to splash out.
OVERALL
Ash has had a tragic past. At the age of eleven he lost all his family to a werewolf;f attack. From then on life became hard for him having to change into a werewolf every month. He hated the werewolves for doing what they did so tried to keep out their way. This made everything even more difficult for him because he had no one to turn to that understood his problem. He craved the attention form others to make himself feel important and not the boy in the background who would be forgotten. He tried to make an impact on everyone he met. This lead to him getting some of his tattoos. This made him seem dangerous and like person with power and he liked that for once he didn't blend into the shadows.

But soon he got over his want to be noticed and started focusing on the real problems he had. He still had nightmares about the day all his family were killed, about the day when his life started to go down hill.He really needed to forget and was living a shallow life that didn't mean much when you went digging beneath the surface. Really underneath all his muscle and tattoos he was still the scared little boy watching hid family die and not being able to stop it from happening. The image of the werewolves tearing his family apart was engraved in his ming but whatever he did to try and make it go away never worked meaning that he had to live with it on a daily basis.

Ash feels like he needs a new start, a chance to be happy in life without all the baggage his old life came with. Bottling up all the bad that has happened to him he wants to get over it and move on, but it always comes back to the same thing. His past. Although he's trying to run from it, It always catches up with him and makes him regret trying to leave it behind. After all his past is what makes him, Vincent. The person who he doesn't want to be.In his new beginning he was Ash.

NAME/ALIAS Sandra
AGE 13
TIME ZONE UK
HOW YOU FOUND US
OTHER CHARACTERS none
RP SAMPLE

Alexander was bored. He was skipping class and knew that he shouldn't be but who really cared? And why should they, they didn't know Alex and he knew they didn't care about him. No one really did. . So as Alex moved through the empty corridors he looked tentatively back every now and then. Trying to avoid being caught. He didn't need the hassle of that. Alex didn't mind being found out. What could they really do? The most they could do is suspend him but he knew he would be able to get away with a detention. He really preferred detentions to actual lessons because they didn't revolve around listening or interacting with others. Alex was what some people would call a loner. But he would just say he liked having time to think. And He had a lot of free time and he enjoyed the time. But to be honest Alex sometimes wanted other human company. Alex knew he couldn't survive with no human interaction and he didn't want to be completely alone. He didn't want to end up on his death bed and still have know friends. He could just imagine his funeral. No one there but the people who needed to do the task of disposing him. He didn't really care what happened to him after death. Why should he, after all he didn't need that body any more. And if he could, he'd die in a ball of fire. After all he was a firetamer and it calmed him down. Alex didn't know what he found ironic about funeral but he knew that it was something to do with the fact the he really didn't attend other peoples funerals. He knew many people who had died but had never bothered to turn up. Why would they care? After all they wouldn't be there too see. Alex flet his mind head to a morbid place. And anyway why would you want to gathered round a dead body and watch it being lowered into a ground. Some people would call it paying their last respects but in Alex's mind it was just something they did out of necessity. How would he die? He had always asked himself that question. And he could just imagine it now. Old, alone and depressed. Or maybe he would have a young death. A car accident or maybe even during a war. Alex shook his head, he needed to stop this or he would drive himself into a n early grave.

He got back to the issues of looking for teachers and trying to avoid them. He didn't want the hassle of a detention. Alex always wondered why people became teachers. He didn't believe the rubbish that some said about how they just wanted to help the students. Alex though that they did what they did just because they needed the money. They needed it to survive and make a living out of. He didn't hate teachers because he knew they needed the job but also he didn't care about them enough to actually like them. To him they were just another person that questioned him be it on his personal life or even on history or which ever lesson he was in. He didn't know if he could handle all the questions. Everyone wanted to know everything, why could they just bot be content with their lives and let people get on with theirs? Although sometimes he felt like a hypocritical. He had all these views but he couldn't help but feel inquisitive about things and also want to know answer to everything or anything. There were times were he just couldn't be bothered because life was so tiring. Why did it have to be so hard. It would be easier if people would just make up their minds, there were times when Alex didn't understand other people, why do things they regretted later? Why not just do things to the full? Why did they ruin their lives when there were other perfectly good solutions? Why murder? Why steal? In Alex's opinion life would be a lot more easier if the world was just black and white. If people would just make up their minds and try to get as much out of life and make it as good as possible. That was another thing that he found ironic he had all these views but he didn't take his own advice and he didn't do the things he though others should. I should do something about it. Alex thought to himself. I should go out and try to make the most of my life, and if it doesn't work then I can go back to being the boring person I am know. Knowing that at this moment in time all Alex had to go back to was only a sketch pad and his iPod.

And he saw the persect opportunity to do just that. He saw a youngish boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen running down the corridor. He knew that this could be his only chance. Or maybe he'd have more chances but would be able to talk himself out of it like he was doing it know. He knew that he should make a move now because later he wouldn't dare. The boy had brownish hair and looked to be not ugly but what Alex noticed first was non of that. What he noticed was the anger on the boys face. As the boy neared to a locker. Which Alex assumed was his. He saw his fist move forward and hit the locker. This made Alexander apprehensive to approach because of the violence he had just witnessed but decided to go against his natural instincts. As Alex saw him slide down into a sitting position he slowly headed towards him. At first out of view but not for long. As he neared him he he debated whether he really should be doing this. What if he ignored him? Or even worse what if he spat the introduction back in his face? He didn't have much time to think of this though. He stretched out his hand, thinking that this would be too forward he took it back and slowly brought it back to his body wiping it on his jeans. Getting rid of the sweat which had been on the hand. Alex's mind froze and he blurted his the first thing that came into his head .'Umm hey, my name's Alex, shouldn't you be in class?'

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