Post by ethan on Aug 31, 2011 2:14:47 GMT
ETHAN NICHOLAS CLARKE !?
'Through it all, I've made my mistakes. I stumble and fall, but I mean these words. I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go.'
'Through it all, I've made my mistakes. I stumble and fall, but I mean these words. I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go.'
FULL NAME Ethan Nicholas Clarke - 'not so original' name eh?
NICKNAMES None -could you imagine screamthing 'Than' down the street? I know I can't. It's too weird.
AGE Twenty three - such a ripe age. I'm a grown man.
GENDER Male - I hope I have all the parts.
BIRTHDAY November twenty eighth - I was born somewhere towards the end of fall.
SPECIES Hunter/ Demon hybrid - Don't freak out. I know its a strange combination. I will get into depth about that later, but don't freak out.
ALLIANCE Again all races - hate supernaturals, nasty little things.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual. - I'm strictly straight. I'm straighter than any guy you will ever know.
PLAY-BY Brant Daugherty - never heard of him, but I'm an original. There is no one out there like me.
EYES Steel blue but tends to flash black - a trait that I inherited from my demon dad. Don't really like it either.
HAIR Dark brown. usually spiked up or sometimes kept messy - I don't really care about my hair, as long as it's not in my eyes.
BODY TYPE Toned. Fit. Athletic - I work out and I like to keep in shape.
HEIGHT Six feet one inch - Nothing special about my height. Taller than some guys. But some guys are freaks of nature and tower over me.
WEIGHT One hundred seventy eight - Trust me, most of it is from the height and muscle.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES I have a couple of scars on my body from the fights I've been in. Got one on my shoulder, across my back on my upper bicep. I've been told I have quite a charming smile that could 'woo' the ladies. But most people do notice me eyes, it's blue but its not navy or a some sky blue. I've got these steel blue eyes that can be friendly and inviting but if you get on my bad side, it flashes a creepy black. Trust me, it's not a pretty sight.
STYLE Honestly, I don't care about how I look on a daily basis. Or I do care about how I look but I don't care about what I wear. I like to keep comfortable and look presentable. When I wake up in the morning, my first thought if now 'hm. what am I going to wear today?' No! I'm not thinking about that. Instead my first though is 'what the hell? who's bed is this and who is this girl?' or 'what am I going to do today?'. I mean, I will just find the nearest clan shirt and throw that on and I'll find the closet pair of pants. I could be out the door in five minutes flat. And big name brand designers? Don't really care about that. I mean, why pay big bucks to have some logo plastered on your shirt? I don't understand it. Now this doesn't mean. I won't splurge on some clothes or dress up for the occasion. Trust me. I will when the time is right. I always like a nicely tailored Armani suit or a Ralph Lauren dress shirt.
LIKES At least 10.
- Frisky ladies - who likes a boring girl? I know I don't. I like a girl who is fun and is a tease.
- Motorcycles - There's something about my Ducati that I love so much. It's my baby.
- Good Music- It breaks my heart when someone doesn't show their appreciation for the arts.
- Woman who were stilettos - It's incredibly sexy and it does wonders to their figure.
- Playing the guitar - Believe it or not, I'm quite a musical guy and playing the guitar calms me down.
- Working out - Gotta stay fit to be a hunter.
- Whiskey - I always like a good shot of whiskey. It's manlier than vodka but not of fattening as beer.
- Adrenaline rushes - I love that feeling. It's like getting high without weed.
- The feeling of success - It's like being a kid who get's a hundred on some test. Best feeling in the world.
- Sex - you have to be crazy if you don't like that.
DISLIKES At least 10.
- Failing - hate that feeling. I know I could do better.
- Beer - Drink too much and the result will be a very attractive beer gut.
- Feeling weak - Normally, I'm a dominant guy, but when I feel like I can't do anything about something, it frustrates me.
- Being placed in sticky situations - It's so mentally mind draining when I have to make some stupid big choice.
- Waiting - Honestly, does it really take girls thirty minutes to put on make up? I'm not a very patient guy. My patience wears very thin very quickly.
- Insecure girls - I like confident girls. Confidence is incredibly sexy. Girls who demand my every attention and compliment tend to get annoying as hell.
- Supernaturals - been raised to hated and kill every single once of them. Every single one I kill there is one less monster to hurt the people I care about.
- Being a hybrid - I hate being something that I've been raised to loath so much.
- An unsuccessful hunt - It's a waste of time and effort.
- Germaphobes - Seriously? There are germs everything. It's crawling all over you. Relax.
STRENGTHS At least 4.
- Charming - I have my way with my words. I know how to 'woo' a lady. And guess what? Chivalry is not dead within me.
- Determined - When I have some kind of goal, I won't stop until I managed to get what I want. As much of a spoiled child as I sound, I don't just get it. I work for it.
- Fast reflexes- You kinda have to have quick reflexes when you're a hunter. You have to know when to react or when to defend others.
- Cautious - I'm very well aware of my surroundings. You can never be too careful. I'm always on the tips of my toes, muscles tensed and have my ears opened.
WEAKNESSES At least 4.
- Hot headed - I have quite the temper so don't get on my nerves. MY temper can shoot straight through the ceiling. I could be calm one second and the next punching you in the face.
- Perfectionist - I need to have everything done right and if it's not, it irritates me.
- Overprotective - I tend to get very protective over the people I care about. I don't like seeing people I care about get hurt.
- Impatient - I don't like waiting. I hate wasting my time. I have better things to do, really.
HABITS At least 3.
- Apologizes a lot - I can't live with the fact that I'm not being forgiven for something I did wrong. The guilt just starts to eat up inside of me.
- Lick his lips when nervous - It's a thing I do to calm myself down. It's that one thing someone does to reassure themselves.
- Cracks knuckles - I know cracking your knuckles its a bad thing to do but there's this weird feeling between my fingers if I don't.
FEARS At least 3.
- Hurting loved ones - I'm terrified of hurting someone I care about. What happens if they hate me forever for what I've done.
- Being unforgivable - What happens if no one forgives me for all my fault and I have to live with the guilt for all my life?
- Demons - I barely know about my abilities or what I'm capable of. I don't know what traits I've inherited. The unknown scares me. I'm scare of becoming some kind of monster
DESIRES At least 1.
- To live life on the 'right road' - It doesn't matter how life ends up for me. I'm not a picky guy but I want my life to go the way I want it to go.
SECRETS At least 1.
- Being a hybrid - No one knows what I really am. Everyone thinks I'm just a hunter but I'm not. I have a demon's blood streaming through my veins.
OVERALL
Ethan first comes off as a very charming guy. He is very slick with this words. He's a player; good looks, flirtatious and definitely seductive. He will do anything to charm his way into a woman's heart. And her pants. He will even sleep with someone just for the hell of it, and then kill them. He likes to seduce them supernatural ladies. He's a romantic guy. If he falls for the right girl, the definitely will he do anything to keep her happy. But right now, after getting his heart broken, he doesn't think he could fall in love again.
Ethan is sarcastic, playful and there is a wit about him that is borderline inebriating. Growing up, he used his wit as a buffer between his hopes and the reality of life. He is always quick witted and most often will have an immediate comeback for almost everything. He likes to laugh, even at himself, and will almost always laugh at himself after making a sarcastic comment. This is one of the traits that people love most about him.
He is super loyal to his friends. When I mean super loyal. I mean super loyal. He is super protective of the people he cares about, maybe a little too protective. If he hears someone talk shit about someone that is important, he is throwing a punch at their face. When in a dangerous situation, Ethan immediately jumps into action since he is always on his toes.
He has quite a short and a terrible temper. He won't take shit from anyone. A temper that goes through the roof. Ethan is able to go from calm to livid within seconds. He tends to get violent when angered , and despite how lithe he appears . His anger and words are something he just can't seem to control anymore . All it takes is a little spark and he will be going off on someone and in their face , and with just a tiny push and he is probably be the first to be swinging his fists and starting a bar fight.
[/color][/b] Naomi --- --- ex girlfriend. - things didn't end well between us but I cared about her dearly. still do, but we're not together anymore.
MOTHER Bethanie Marie Clarke - my mother. Lovely lady indeed. Gave up her career for me. I'm thankful for that.
FATHER Isaac Sebastian Clarke - my old man. I'm very close with him. I'm will always be 'daddy's little boy' but he's not my biological father which pains me.
SIBLINGS Alexander -- Clark - half brother - grew up with him but we never got along together. Half the time were trying to kill each other.
Vivienne -- Clark - half sister. Love her to death. I've always been protective over her. Such a pretty girl with such a terrible career. I don't think she should be decicating her life to hunting.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE
ETHNICITY Irish && French - That's what my mom is anyways. I not sure of my biological father. For all I know, I carry a bunch of mixed races with me.
WEALTH STATUS Middle class - I'm not filthy rich or swimming in money, but I have enough to put a roof over my head and keep food in my stomach.
OVERALL
My mother grew up to be a lovely woman and my father was born into a family of hunters, so he was trained from a young age to kill supernaturals. As I was told by my parents, my mother was my father's next door neighbor, and oh yes, he had taken a certain little fancy in the girl-next-door. So you can guess what happened, next, they started dating and all that fun stuff, but of course, my father had a very important secret; he was hunter. My mother was just a mere human, so oblivious like any other. It was only a matter of time when he had to tell her the truth.
So he did. Well not that easily anyways, it was up until she was being attacked by some mean ol' shapeshifter. My dad decided to play hero and come to her rescue. He had to be stuck with explaining everything and break the supernatural bubble. My mom took it very well, not really, but it could have been worse. She didn't freak out too much. Instead, she too, wanted to be a hunter, to defend herself. Then she too, trained and began to develop a love for hunting. It was her passion as it was to my dad. My mother pregnant and had Alex. Then after, they had Alex, which was shortly after she graduated college, they both got married.
One night, as my mother was hunting she was pulled over and was raped by a stranger. A terrible event, indeed. And I, was the product of that event. I was the result of rape. They never blamed me for what had happened. They never blamed me for anything; the loss of my mother's career, the time taken out of my father's time to watch over me. the money spent to raise me. Instead, they raised me as their son as one of their own, instead of some freak of nature. And I couldn't be more thankful.
Alex came before me, being the oldest child and all. Then after me, came Vivienne. My father wasn't happy about having a female because all he wanted was males, since men were stronger and more capable of taking down a supernatural that was twice the size of one. Sexist man. From a young age, along with Alex and Vivienne, we were trained to be a hunters.
At the age of fourteen, I've made my first killing. I freaked out, staring at my hands were which covered with blood. There was this feeling of success but. I was scared of what I had done. I was scared of what I was capable of doing. I hated school. High school. I hated it. Now that I was old enough to realize how much para norms were in my classes, I realized how much people were potentially put in danger. I would literally sit there in class and wonder who the hell could be my next victim. I would plot it all in my head, planning out the whole thing like a mad scientist.
I slept around. Yeah. It was no big deal to me. I was a player, breaking girls hearts from left to right. I didn't stay in relationship for a long time or nothing got to serious I didn't get attached to any of them because of what I was, or who I was capable of hurting. I didn't want to hurt anyone that I had grown close to. What if the girl I fell for was a supernatural? One way or another;l I would either have to kill her or leave her or stay with her. But the last choice would be abandoning everything I've been raised for.
Senior year of high school, there was this new girl who had transferred. She. Was. Hot. Every guy wanted her and started hitting on her, trying to get her number of a date with her. Honestly, I wanted to a date with her.
Shortly after I graduated, I continued my career as a hunter. It was what I wanted to be. For a couple of weeks, I was tracking down this werewolf just because I had a nasty run in with it. It was up until I finally managed to track it down, but it had heard my foot steps. I tried to stab it but it was much to strong and overpowered me. I was a toothpick compared to it, easily being beaten around. With all my strength, well maybe with some help from the adrenaline rush, I got up on my feet, stabbing the werewolf with a silver dagger, I distinctly remember what it told me, right before it died. 'you're eyes...you're not human are you?' What? I'm just as human as you are a werewolf mister. That beast was just playing with me, toying with me, trying to get under my skin.
Suddenly, I collapsed on the ground from the open wound that I had received from before. I remember thinking I was going to die. I mean, there was so much blood around me. I was gasping out for air. I could feel my body getting heavier. I thought I was human. I really did. I believed with all my heart and soul that I was going to die. Those seconds were goign to be my last and I couldn't tell Naomi or any of my loved ones ' goodbye' or ' i love you' . I couldn't do anything but wait for death to come upon me. The only problem was that; I didn't die. I was still alive. There werewolf was right. I wasn't human. Humans were supposed to die if they were placed in my position. on the floor, bleeding way too much blood. I went home, freaked out.
I didn't tell anyone about this, my mom, my dad, Alex, Vivienne. Didn't tell them. I told no one. How would they react if they found out what had happened?I didn't even tell Naomi what had happened to me. First off, I didn't want to tell her that I died or well, close to dying. She would freaked out and begin obsessing over my protection or safety. I Didn't want her to be stressed out about such silly business. I'm alive right? Right. Next, I didn't want to be that one to break it to her, tell her that there was monsters in the world that were capable of hurting her. It would be terrible. It would bring her whole world down. And I didn't want to be the one to tell her the truth. Then. I didn't want her to know that I was a murderer. Hell. I've killed people that were friends with her because they were a threat to her. They wanted to hurt her. They wanted to change her. And I couldn't let that happen so I killed them. I couldn't tell her the truth because it would end our relationship. I am truly a selfish man.
Shortly after I've turned twenty two and my girlfriend had graduated college, Naomi and I went to the bar, to get some drinks. You know, to celebrate. I had a couple of drinks to the point where I was tipsy but I realized Naomi was gone. She wasn't in the bar so I ran outside to look for her, hoping she didn't get killed or something. It had happened way to often, where a human was killed because they were so drunk or something along those lines. I saw that she was pinned against the call by another guy. A stranger. Immediately, I tackled him to the ground and began socking him in the face like a slugger. I could see his fangs elongate, trying to kill me. But I wasn't going to go down so easily.
Continuously, she screamed my name, begging for me not to kill the guy. Bastard. Bastard. How dare he lay his hands on my girlfriend, for wanting to drain her dry. I wanted him dead, make him pay for her dirty intentions. Kill him. There would be one less monster to hurt Naomi. But I stopped. Why? Because she told me to. I was whipped for her. I turned around to face her and she screamed, calling me a 'monster' and all those bad names. I demanded an explanation and she told me that my eyes with pitch black, like a demon's.
We broke up. It was the end of that story. That was the end of our three year relationship. Why? Because she had found out what I really was, my true nature and she couldn't accept it. She couldn't set aside my faults and love me for who I am. Instead, she loved me for whom she thought I was. Truly and from the bottom of my heart, I loved her dearly. If she didn't want to be with him, then I would let her to be. I didn't even try to rebuild our relationship cause it would be pointless to try. I knew from the start that she would be happier without me. Naomi deserved a better guy. She was too good. She didn't deserve someone like me.
Not going to lie, but it would difficult being single. It hurt. It felt weird not having someone, not waking up next to the girl of your dreams, but instead, I woke up alone. At first, it felt like there was an empty pit inside of me. I felt like something was missing, so I reverted back to my old ways, sleeping around with any girl who was willing to sleep with me. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Or that's what I've heard anyways. I slept with many girls in hope for the pain to go away or that empty pit would cover up. I killed more often to take out my anger on the supernaturals. I needed some way to vent, and I found a way. Kill and sleep around. Sounds rather poetic, doesn't it?
Well now, I've moved to Manuka I've grown accustomed to moving, if I can't find someone to kill, I move to a new place as a way to find some more people. Manuka was the next stop. Seems like a good place to stay. Friendly people. Nice city. Bustling with people...and supernaturals. The humans just don't realize it. So oblivious. There was supernaturals all around them, next door, right across the street. Their significant other could be a monster and they might now even know it. And it bother's me greatly."
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NAME/ALIAS Dorki (lovesyou)
AGE Guess.
TIME ZONE Ummm...I'd like to say Central/ GMT
HOW YOU FOUND US Izzy
OTHER CHARACTERS Aurelia, Nathaniel, Aphrodite, Lynnie and Giselle
RP SAMPLENo 8D.
