William Alexander Carlisle

[Elenion Aura]

Name:
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William Alexander Carlisle


Nickname:


None. Prefers to be called Will


Age:


28 (biologically)


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Homosexual


Race:


Vampire


Appearance:

Height:


6'3


Weight:


200 lb.


Body Modifications:


Several tattoos of mysterious origin.


Clothing style:


Black, mostly, with some dark blues thrown in for good measure. Leather jacket, crew neck, tank top, or button-up. Anything's fair game, so long as it's black (more or less).


Racial abilities:


Vampires possess superior senses to humans. Vampires are undead, and as such, are potentially immortal. A vampire will not die of natural causes, or succumb to any human disease. A vampire's power typically increases with age, though eventually plateaus. 


Strengths:


William is relatively young, by vampire standards at least, but he still wields supernatural strength, speed, and agility. Likewise, his sense of sight, hearing, and smell are all vastly superior to a human's, especially at night. Vampires also boast impressive self-healing and regerative abilities. William is no exception. Lastly, Vampires can learn to perform low levels of mind control, often regarded as a type of hypnosis, or glamour. Typically, this ability only affects humans. Other supernatural entities are immune. The potency of William's vampiric traits and abilities are dramatically increased directly after feeding.


Weaknesses:


As with all vampires, William must drink the blood of the living in order to survive. The longer he goes without feeding, the weaker he becomes, to the point of atrophy. Additionally, exposure to sunlight weakens him, in addition to scalding his skin and causing no small amount of pain. Vampires, William included, can be killed with a stake to the heart, or by decapitation (then again, can't most things be killed that way?). Garlic is irritating, but not fatal. 


Personality:


Beneath a seemingly dark and brooding exterior lies a man at war with himself. William is deeply resentful and distrusting of humans. But while he is not likely to go out of his way to befriend them, neither is he willing to slaughter them in cold blood. Deeply fearful of humanity and its capacity for destruction, Will preferred to keep his presence hidden from the humans. He's not an eloquent man, and doesn't take kindly to riddles (they confuse him) or deception. He'd much rather be spoken to plainly and clearly.


Likes: 


- the smell of cooking/baking: though he can no longer eat, Will still enjoys the aromas, perhaps merely as a memento his former human life.


- children: Will is surprisingly good with kids. Perhaps it's because he was the eldest child with four younger siblings to look after. Children seem to like him, too. Acquaintances of his are often shocked by his gentle way with the younger brood. Children are innocent in William's eyes.


- dogs: Rivaled only by his love for children, William loves dogs. All dogs. Big, or small. He will go out of his way to pet one if he sees one, typically ignoring the owner in favor of petting, nuzzling, and speaking to the dog instead.


-Romantic Comedies: A little known fact. Will thoroughly enjoys these films. It's probably the hopeless romantic in him.


Dislikes:


- most humans: his past has made him wary of humanity. He believes that it was a mistake for supernatural races to reveal themselves to the humans, that humanity cannot be trusted with the knowledge of their existence. Humans, in his experience, are narcissistic, violent, and treacherous. By the same token, he believes that all humans, even tho ones who claim otherwise, fear and despise him and his kind.


- most vampires: the vampires he's met during his travels have almost all (save one) rubbed him the wrong way. They were either too trusting of humans, or too militant in their actions. William believes that vampires who believe coexistence with humans is possible are merely deceiving themselves, and that vampires who actively try to wage war against the humans are endangering the whole of vampire kind.


- Witches, Warlocks, and Magic: Superstitious in life, Will is superstitious even in death. He's had one too many run-ins with Warlocks, and imagines that Witches are the same, if not worse. He'd prefer to keep magic at arms' length, if not further.


-Most modern technologies: Will has no use for cell phones or iPads or whatever they come up with next. There are some exceptions.


Quirks: 


- William has an awful poker face, or maybe just a very expressive one. Usually, you won't have to wait for him to tell you what he's thinking. HIs expression will typically give it away.


- In a similar vein, Will is a notoriously bad liar. In life, he'd develop sweat palms and a nervous eye-twitch at the thought of lying. In death, not much has changed. 


- Is really bad at jokes. Whether he's making them, or having them said to him, he has almost no comedic timing, and invariably misses the punch line. Something about the way his brain's wired... Jokes just do not compute.


- A serious case of the giggles: if he ever does find something funny - typically it's cheesy romantic-comedy-sequel humor that gets him - he'll try and stave off the laughter, but usually won't be able to help himself.


- Awkard with Love: William doesn't flirt well, and he responds to flirting even worse. He stumbles over his words, and typically ends up embarrassing himself.


- Resting Bitch Face: self-explanatory.


History:


William was born at the turn of the twentieth century as the eldest child of five to a poor and broken family living in the Long Island borough of New York City. An uneventful life unfolded before his eyes as he joined the workforce at sixteen to try and support his fledgling family. He struggled to hold a job, employers preferring to hand out work to children of friends instead of a nameless nobody with an absentee father and a terminally ill mother. His struggle to find work in the city continued as a young man. By the age of twenty-five, he'd already resigned himself to a life of doldrums, monotony, and repression. Three years passed, and by a stoke of Fate, he met the man who would grow to become the love of his life. Though Will could not possibly have known that from that day on his destiny had irrevocably changed, forever.


One day, after he'd been let go from his third job in a single year, an embittered Will met Edmund Reyne. Ed was an enigma to the upper echelons of New York High Society. An overnight mogul, he'd taken the stuffy, old-money aristocrats by storm, and soon enough, the lavish parties, thrown courtesy of the Reyne Estate, cemented Ed as the new 'King' of Long Island. 


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Their first encounter went as follows, with Edmund pulling up beside a downtrodden Will in his 1928 Mercendes-Benz Roadster:


"Hail! Are you in need of work, friend?" Ed called from the driver's seat.


"What kind of work?" Will asked, incredulous. He was in no mood to be mocked today.


"Can you clean?" 


A strange question, Will thought. "Cleaning's not that hard." Was his way of saying yes.


Edmund appeared visibly pleased by his answer. "Can you cook?"


"Not well." Will answered honestly. He'd tasted his own cooking, and couldn't bring himself to subject another person to it.


"Good. I've already got a cook, and she's quite good. She wouldn't take kindly to the competition." Ed smiled at him, and Will understood that he'd told a joke, albeit after a few moments' delay. Will smiled half-heartedly, just to be polite, and Ed continued, "Do you own a tuxedo?"


"...No." Will felt a flush of embarrassment. Every man should own a tux, he'd been told. Yet they were simply a luxury he could not afford.


"How fortuitous that we've found each other, then! I'm to see my tailor in an hour for a fitting. Come with me, and we'll have you sized." Edmund sidled to the passenger's side door and flung it open, beckoning Will inside.


"Uh," Will stammered, "Does this mean I'm hired?" He asked, as the car door closed behind him, despite not remembering the walk from the curb to the car in the first place.


"My boy, I dare say you are."


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Years, years, and years later, William arrives in London, England, dressed all in black. What drew him there no one can say for certain, him least of all. But beware, for a century old vampire has taken up residence in East End, drawn, perhaps, by the sudden emergence of the supernatural. Whatever his motive may be, he is here, now. And he is hungry.