Post by milos on Sept 11, 2010 23:26:36 GMT -5
( Milos Orin Morrissey Derrall )
" Dear Mother, now beyond this grave, you're the soul that wants me.
Front row with a cigarette, you're the ghost that haunts me,
but I wonder,
I'm too fucked up to come home.
I swear this heart was made of stone.
I wont pretend that everything's alright when its not. "
I'm not scared at all,[/b]
So let's walk away.[/center][/color]
FULL NAME: Milos Orin Morrissey Derrall
(Me-loz Or-in Morr-say Der-all)
NICKNAMES: Milo
GENDER: Male
AGE: 315
SEXUALITY: Gay
ALIGNMENT:[/color] Villain
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
HOME WORLD:[/color] New Orleans
FACE CLAIM: OC
Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell,
[/b]Everybody burn the house right down.[/color][/center]
LIKES:
-The Number 3
-Being a vampire
-Men
-Brass Knuckles
-Being left alone
DISLIKES:
-The Number 3
-Crowds
-Women
-Losing
-Things being out of place
STRENGTHS:
-Voodoo
-Intellect
-Looks
WEAKNESSES:
-Cats
-OCD
-Temper
WEAPON(s):
-Brass Knuckles
MAGIC:
-Voodoo
APPEARANCE::Dark hair, some think it's stringy, but it's naturally rather oily. He doesn't like people touching it, but he can't keep his hands out of it. He has pale skin, and his dark hair is a bit striking compared to his complexion. He has bright green eyes, and pale, thin lips. His mouth isn't a perfect heart shape as some are, and his overall appearance is rather feminine. He also has rather small, rabbit like teeth. He is skinny, and has long fingers and legs.
PERSONALITY: : Milo as a whole can be a good person if he so chooses to be. But, more often then not, he is snippy, choosy and abrasive. He generally tends to stick to himself, and doesn't like others being around him. Though, if you can get through his thick head, then you have a friend for life. He wants a small group of friends to call his own, and he won't let anything happen to those friends.
In general, his personality is much comparable to a cat. He is quiet, and stealthy, but to be more specific, he is like that of a Siamese cat. He is regal at times, and feral and cruel at others. He tends to pick one person to stick to, and he will stick by them for anything. He can be beautiful, and he can be dangerous, it just depends on his mood. And, it doesn't take much to set him off.
HISTORY:He was born in 1671. He was the first of three children. He was born 3 months premature, and his skin was very pale, almost see through. He was tiny at birth, he wasn't supposed to live. His parents wished he hadn't. He did though, and he was a thorn in their sides for the better part of the next twenty years.
His father was a fishermen, and wasn't at home much. Though when he was the family had a small farm, but only enough to sustain themselves. More or less a bit of live stock, and bought most of their other food, not much for a farm. His parents thought him a mistake because of his seemingly useless disposition. He was a late walker, talker and what would have been fine by other times standards was a burden to his family as it was.
His brother Danzig was an Adonis compared ho himself. He grew up skinny and pale. His hair was stringy, and his eyes were placid against his pasty face. His sister was also a real beauty, he just wasn't. He fell in the ugly side of the gene pool. His eyes were rather sunken in, and he wasn't a pleasure to look at or talk to. His voice was high pitched, and sounded a bit feminine. He wasn't an easy thing to marry off, while the other children were.
One night, he was sent out to chase a loose dog. He went without a fight due to the beating he knew he would endure if he didn't. He met up with a strange blond man as he was walking. The man's name was Nacar, and he turned out to be a vicious murderer, and he soon claimed young Milos.
Milos awoke to find himself in the dark. He panicked, scratched his hands raw clawing at the wood above him. He was finally able to get the wooden box open, and as he did, the box was sent clattering to the floor. He screamed, and he scared everyone in the church where his funeral was being held. The men looked angry, some women fainted and children cried. He was seized by shirt lapels and he was dragged to the gallows. He was accused of being a witch, and then hung. He was left to hang, and he just stood still, holding breath he didn't need. As those of the town started to move away, he couldn't take it anymore, and he started to sway, and the rope fell. He landed on his face, and he moved on out of Massachusetts, never looking back. Salem only got worse, he found out later, so he left just in time.
He moved lower into the South, and he found the town of New Orleans. He lost himself in the Creole culture, and he didn't know what year it was, he lost his care. He dropped the "s" form his name, and he just became Milo.Voodoo became a large part of his life in the mid 1800's, he came into contact with Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. He picked up the practice faster then he had anything in his life or unlife. He was finally almost daresay normal in the community that mostly consisted of freedmen and Haitian refugees. He felt a pull towards the dark arts, and he loved to show it. He became some what of a showman about his arts, more so then others. He did, though, attend Mass in a Catholic Church, much to the amazement of others, being what he truly was. He was never able to accept any mass, being he wasn't Catholic(Or able to touch holy relics) but he was there, and he did enjoy the services. His respect for the Queen stretched on after her departure from Earth, as many do to her grave even today, he marked himself with 3 Black X's, as others did when asking her for favors on her tomb.
The only person in his eyes who ever accepted him died in 1835. He kept mostly to himself after her death, but he would kill when he needed to. Times changed and wars started to spring up around him, and the rednecks from the area around where he lived started to cause problems. The instigators in the state of South Carolina started it. December of 1860, the world he lived in shifted. He avoided the war for the most part, though most of the men left and his disdain of women was nearly the death of him when he would go for days on end without feeding merely because he couldn't deal with the taste of a woman. He would stray from his comfortable city and look for deserters or a soldier on holiday. He would not eat a woman if he could help it, he never could understand why he hated woman so much, he supposed it went back to the hatred he truly felt for his mother favoring the other children and never having cared about him, or it could have just been the fact he was just that gay; he never was really sure.
His luck changed in late April of 1862. The North under General Butler took over New Orleans and replenished his supply of men to eat. He often laughed at the strict laws put in place and how it affected the haughty Southern Bells of the time, and it got him through the rest of the war and got his food supply back to the norm for him so he was satisfied.
Reconstruction meant nothing to him; he kept to himself so much the times passed just as they always had. He heard of other wars, and disregarded them just as he had all others. He lived in the shadows, and could have cared less what happened to anyone else. The century turned again, and the times stayed the same for him as they always had been. He didn't care for prohibition, he liked his alcohol, but it didn't last long. What's ten or so years when you've lived several life times? He kept out of politics anyhow, but he did enjoy reading the papers when it talked about women's rights. What a joke.
The War Worlds went unnoticed to him, though he had his same issue of lacking in the food department and he started praying on the injured he could get a hold of, and the elderly. Once the wars were over, he changed with the times, changed his clothes to go unnoticed, and he slipped in and out of cities just being alone, and happy being alone.
He killed in 3s the better part of his life, never siring though. He never left one member of a family alive. He didn't believe they deserved to live if they crossed him. His favorite targets were beautiful men, like his brother. Though, since becoming a vampire he grew more attractive, he wasn't anything like his tan, muscular brother, but he killed those like him as spite of sorts, and this, he continues to do, when he feels the need.
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[/b] Her honestly there shocked her a little bit, she'd always thought her father should have taught that in her time, since he was the boy who lived, and here? The boy may have been different, but he had still lived, and so he deserved the job, and she was shocked, but she had that thought, calling him the boy who lived, and she wasn't mad about it, not in the slightest. She smiled lightly, "Well if it makes any difference, you'll have my undivided attention every class meeting." She said honestly. She tried to be a good student, and the fact she had a crush on her teacher hurt nothing. "I can imagine that'd make things a little strange, but to most you're such a hero; whether you like the title or not, so I'm sure they'd be honored to learn from you." She had been told he didn't like that word, the title, but it was what he was. Whether he liked it or not. She looked at the ground for a second, then to the others passing them on the street, and it dawned on her, to others, it may have appeared they were old friends, or something more, and she liked that; though if sleezy reporters got wind of it, poor Neville would get no peace she would imagine. Nothing was sacred to those scuzbags. She looked back as he began to speak, she smiled lightly again, "Sounds sensible. And see? You're teaching already and are doing a fine job of it thus far."Such an uneventful day had taken a turn for the better. Better then any she could remember in a while, and she liked it. She liked it a lot. She didn't think she would live to get to flirt with a boy, to be happy again, to actually see summer vacation even. She almost hadn't, and for a while, she wished that had been the case, but now? Maybe everything was taking a turn for the better, maybe, just maybe, she wasn't just a waste of space. She smiled as he said he didn't judge. She was very thankful for that, very thankful indeed. "I'm glad." She said quietly, folding her hands lightly, nervously. She didn't understand how she'd said everything she had, and now she was getting nervous. Made no sense to her.
She looked to him, and she found she'd been correct. He was going to be teaching. Made her slightly happy inside. That meant after this little chance meeting, she'd get to see him again. She knew she shouldn't think of it like that, he was her teacher! But, there was just something about him, he was charming in his own little way, and she was getting wrapped up in his strangely charming air, whether she knew it or not. Which, deep down, she knew she did, and she didn't want to not know it. "I think they couldn't have nominated someone better."
She smiled as he spoke, she shook her head, her blush that had slowly gone away, returning, "I'm neither good looking nor that intelligent." She assured him. She knew he could find better looking girls out there, but she was very happy to be sitting here with him, and having people glance and seem to smile at them. She didn't know exactly what they were assuming, but she could guess. , and she didn't hate it one bit. She smirked as he spoke again, "Hm, seems you've made a few today, so it couldn't have been that long ago." She looked down lightly, and she didn't know when it'd happened, but she noticed she'd moved closer to him as they sat. She didn't even remember moving, but she guessed she just had as they'd been talking. Her eyes downcast lightly as he mentioned she was holding his interest, she smiled and chewed her lip, eyes looking up as the man stepped too close. She hadn't noticed her hands slipping apart and one grazing his upper leg. She felt her face flush again, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Though, as she said that, she didn't move her hand.[/QUOTE][/center]
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