Post by Zachariah K. Moore on Jan 30, 2013 16:42:07 GMT -8
THERE'S A STORM
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E
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This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E
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This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.
[/b]“No thanks.”[/b] Before trying to sidestep around him, but he moved so he was blocking her path again.NAME|| Zachariah Kohl Moore
NICKNAMES|| Zach
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| 23
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| Male, straight
SPECIES|| Dark Warlock (Does not serve nature)
CANON|| Nope
FACE CLAIM|| Tom Hardy
HAIR COLOR|| Dark brown
EYE COLOR|| Heterchromia(2 different color eyes) and central heterochromia(center of 1 eye different colored): Right eye dark blue around edge, light blue-green in middle, gold around pupil; left eye brown with greenish edge
example of his eyes
ANIMAL COLOR|| n/a
BLOOD DIET|| n/a
BUILD|| 5’11”, Athletic, 180lbs, muscular. Zach has to stay fit in order to overpower any victim/sacrifice might be needed for a dark spell. His ties to the dark spirits have led to him being possessed several times and now he wears an amulet to keep them from entering him.
STYLE|| Zach keeps a pretty simple and casual style. Everything he wears is comfortable and helps him to blend into wherever he’s at.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| His eyes are very unique, as with his tattoos. (Too many to list off here, so this is a guide Here). Zach also wears a charm on a chain on his neck to keep from being possessed again. (Cast in an extremely old soft metal and wrought with magical symbols that have faded in age)
PERSONALITY|| Zach almost acts like he had a multiple personality disorder, but that is not at all the case. Sometimes his ‘master’ does send him instructions but for the most part he is just a normal warlock who has thrown off the bonds of nature that bound him so tightly. Now he serves his own purpose and does what he wishes regardless of the consequences. However he is not stupid, nor reckless and makes sure that his own life is never in any jeopardy. Zach does not like to stand out and will try to blend as much as possible, but when you’re nearly 6 feet tall covered in ink, and have such unique eyes it’s hard to remain inconspicuous. He adopts a false persona around others, and no one who has ever met him would say he was evil because the only ones who have ever seen the real Zachariah Moore are no longer among the living to speak against him. When Zach is being his charming personality he flirts (half heartedly), smiles, and in general does things that would keep the populace from noticing how different he is. But when he is being his real self, Zach can be erratic (talking to himself), impulsive, quick to anger, abusive, and even demonic. He has gotten to the point where he can switch personas in the blink of an eye without hesitation. He is somewhat of a serial killer as well.
LIKES/STRENGTHS||
- Gaining more Power
- Death (in others)
- A good alcoholic drink
- Others fear
- Manipulating people
- Pleasing his ‘master’
- Killing along side Marguerite
/- Black Magic
- Manipulating others
- Drawing out deaths
DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES||
- Goody-two shoes
- Good Witches
- His own Death
- Being Discovered for what he is
- Being bossed around or defied
/- Fears possession
- Sometimes is easily recognizable
- Serial Killer part of him taking over
- His bad temper
SECRETS/FEARS|| Hides the fact that he’s can have serial killer tendencies, Fears his own death and people who are possessed, is always secretly searching for his missing sisters (Even though he says he’s given up hope), Wonders if Mary sometimes compels him.
SKILLS|| Typical witch powers (except not limited by nature), Summoning demons, sacrificing people, Tricking others by being his ‘friendly’ persona.
OCCUPATION|| Unemployed at the moment, but looking for a job
FAMILY||
Whittaker Alan Moore, Father, (deceased) (Warlock)
Amelia Christiana Moore, Mother, (deceased) (Witch)
Sophie-Ann Adel Moore, adopted sister, about 19, (Missing for 11 years) (telepathic)
Maria Carrie Moore, adopted sister, about 19, (Missing for 11 years) (Physic-Can ‘feel’ snatches of the future)
Marguerite Elizabeth Jacobson, 'daughter', 973 (7 years old), (Vampire)
HOMETOWN|| London, England
HISTORY||When Whit and Amelia brought home their first born son, they could never have guessed what he would have grown up to be like. From a very young age they knew that Zachariah would be special because he was the son of 2 powerful witches. By the age of 3 his powers were already affecting him pretty strongly and they sought out ways to teach him to control the powers more. Finally an old croon gave them a leather bracelet imbued with spells that would help to limit them until such a time that he could control it. Finally when he was 10 his parents began to teach him about his powers, just simple spells at first as well as the rules but as he took to the lessons so easily they taught him more. Finally the couple was ready to have another child, but after trying for 2 years they discovered that they were sterile and it was only by chance that Zach was even born. Misery swept the family, and finally after over a year of deliberating the couple visited an adoption agency and adopted a set of 5 years old twin girls with some unusual abilities. At first the trio didn’t get along very well, but as time went on, Zach grew fond of his little sisters. And like always, just when things were finally settling in comfortable, the tables turned. Zach was watching the girls one night while his parents were out having dinner. An elderly man knocked on the door and he let him in though he is still fuzzy on the reasoning (He was influenced). The man spoke to the 2 little girls in a strange language, and they both collapsed on the ground unconscious. Zach, concerned for them, rushed to his sisters aid, but he never made it. Several hours later he woke up on the couch to his parents screaming at him for not watching his sisters better. They were so worried and sent out search parties for days but no sign came of the little girls or the mysterious man. His parents thought that it was Zach’s fault, and blamed him for their disappearance and after sometime he grew bitter. At night he would search his parents old library of grimoirs for some kind of a spell that would help him locate the twins, but he found none. His father came into the library one night drunk and caught him. He was furious and the liquour got the better of him, and he backhanded the boy. When Zach didn’t run away his father proceeded to beat him bloody. Only stopping when his Mother came in to see what the commotion was. As resentful as she was of Zach for his role in the twins disappearance, she stopped Whit from harming the 13 year old. But Zach was already rising to his knees and muttering a death spell aimed at his father. His mother tried to counteract the spell and was instead killed. Whit was distraught over Amelia’s death and didn’t notice Zach escape through the back door. For several weeks he wandered the through the city and into the country avoiding detection, until at last he could walk no more and collapsed in a ditch on the side of the road. He woke up staring at the flickering light of a fire on an unfamiliar ceiling. When he stole a glance around the room and found a man with his back to him on the opposite side of the room bending over a woman. He tried to get up so he could sneak out but collapsed from exhaustion back onto the cot. The man turned to face him and Zach gasped and tried to scream. It was an older man with solid coal black eyes and what looked to be a forked tongue, but it was the beating heart in his hands that caused the child such fear. He tried to scramble away as the man neared him and leaned the heart towards his own chest. The scream ripped free of his lips just as the warm gooey organ touched him and he gasped in a huge breath and shot of the bed swatting at the now still heart on the ground. Little did he know that this would be the turning point in his life. The old man had preformed a spell to revitalize Zach by sacrificing the woman and using her life force trapped in the heart. He learned that this man was known as Belial and that he was a dark warlock who served a demon master. He learned from the warlock and after completing a sacrifice in the name of their master and fulfilling an evil ritual he managed to break the bonds of nature that bound him. After that, the warlock became his new mentor and taught him everything he knew. This went on for 2 years before Zach wandered back to his childhood home. His father had long since left but he tracked him down over the course of a year and then sacrificed him in the name of his master. For several years this went on: Killing and sacrificing, sacrificing and killing. He acquired his amulet upon a chance meeting with an old crone who lived in the middle of a no where mountainside, she gave it to him after he told her of the spirits that followed him and the occasional black outs he had where he would wake up covered in blood. She told him that it would stop the spirits from controlling him as long as he wore it, but if he ever took it off then he would be in danger because they would be furious at him for cutting himself off from their influence. He agreed to wear it and has not removed the soft metal from around his neck since then. Since then, Zach has wandered all of Europe, before travelling across the ocean to the Americas. When he was 20 Zach had a very curious encounter that changed his life. He had been at a park in North Carolina searching out a new victim when he heard a voice behind him. That was when he discovered the existence of vampires and the your Mary Beth Jacobson (Will be covered more in her app). Over the course of the next 2 years he has travelled with her and together they have killed massacred many always trying to one up the other. They are currently near New Orleans, Louisiana.
BEHIND THE SCENES|| Pinki
OTHER CHARACTERS|| Bonnie Bennett, Allison Walker, Carter Miller, Alec Miller
CONTACT|| pm through site
RP SAMPLE||It had been a long time since Bonnie had done anything fun just for herself. She was always so busy trying to keep the others around her happy that she often neglected to make herself happy. Lately though the strain of all work and no play had been starting to show on her and even on her relationship with Jeremy. He was hiding something from her, but wouldn’t tell her what and only got upset if she pushed the issue. He seemed to think that if she wasn’t going to share her secrets about all of the Klaus research then he didn’t need to include her in his own plans. But she wasn’t keeping him out of the loop just to piss him off, it was to keep Elena from finding out and trying something stupid to get Stefan back or even to keep Jeremy from trying to play hero again. He’d already done that once, and nearly gotten himself killed by Katherine. But that didn’t seem to matter to Jeremy. He’d stormed out of her house a week ago, slamming the door and nearly shattering the glass panes. That was the end of their relationship because neither was willing to compromise, and he wouldn’t even return her calls. A whole week she had moped around her house crying, and although both Elena and Caroline had tried to cheer her up, she knew that they both had their own problems. It was why Caroline had proposed a girls night out.
And it was also why Bonnie found herself standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom putting on some light makeup and making sure she looked ok in her little black dress. She adjusted a few of her curls so that they lay smoother and left the bathroom. D’art was sitting on her bed watching her with a calm expression and gave a soft meow as she drew nearer. She couldn’t help but smile and stroke his thick fur for a moment. He was the only man in her life who had never let her down. But the thought brought tears to her eyes and she tried to fight them back not wanting to have to redo her makeup. She was done crying over Jeremy. After a moment to get her emotions back in check, Bonnie glanced at the clock and scooped up her wallet, phone, and keys to her car on her way out the door. Tonight was about just clearing her head and having a good time with some great friends. The drive through town was surprisingly crowded, and nearly impossible to find a parking space in the little night club on the edge of town, but after circling the parking lot a few times she spotted a space near the door where someone had just pulled out. She slid her little white prius in and parked it. At the door she handed the bouncer her ID and waited while he scrutinized her before handing it back and waving her through. It was her first time being in the nightclub, but it was much as she expected: Loud, Dark, Hot, and crowded. Strobe light flashed at her from the dance floor, and neon lights blazed from the bar.
Where were Caroline and Elena? Bonnie pulled out her phone and punched in Caroline’s number before plugging her opposite ear so she could hear. But there was no need to because the call rang a few times then went to voicemail. She was probably doing her hair or something and didn’t have her phone right there with her, so she tried Elena’s number with the same result. She sighed and made her way to the bar, flagged down a bar tender and ordered a soda. He brought it over and took her money just as her phone buzzed with a text. There was a message from Elena on it.
“Can’t make it, sorry. Have a great time for me though.”
Great. Just great. Well at least Caroline would be here soon hopefully. But a min later her phone buzzed again with a message from Caroline.
“Tyler needs me tonight. Is it cool if I bail? Sorry.”
Seriously? Bonnie grumbled under her breath and took a sip of her coke. Well this sucked. Nothing like trying to get your mind off of a breakup by spending the night alone. She stood up and turned for the door deciding she’d be better off just calling it a night and going home. She started towards the door when a large man reeking of cologne and beer stepped in her path.“Hey there beautiful. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink.”She shook her head.
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