TURNER, Lee

[Lee Turner]

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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Peel the scars from off my back;
I don’t need them anymore.
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
I’ve come home.

NAME|| Lee Turner
NICKNAMES|| none
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| May 23, 1963; age 49, looks 28
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| straight male
SPECIES|| vampire
CANON|| yes

FACE CLAIM|| Carlos Ferro
HAIR COLOR|| black
EYE COLOR|| grey-blue
ANIMAL COLOR|| fur color, if applicable
BLOOD DIET|| mixed (mostly human)
BUILD|| Lee is as well built of a body as any other vampire would be especially since he has spent most of his vampire life on the hunt at night. Lexi has made sure he was strong enough to live on his own if he should ever need to. He has always been tall but rather skinny and had low stamina and strength. He was something of a beanpole. But along with his heart and love for Lexi, after he was turned his body and muscles grew exponentially.
STYLE|| (optional)
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| (optional)


PERSONALITY|| Lee is a very rational and practical sort of person. He had his life planned out and on track until he met Lexi. (Hahahahaha…) He’s a hard worker and gets easily irritated when criticized and when faced with people with apathetic attitudes. His fuse is short and he gets violent very fast.
LIKES/STRENGTHS|| (optional)
DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES|| (optional)
SECRETS/FEARS|| (optional)
SKILLS|| A damn good hunter.


OCCUPATION|| currently unemployed
FAMILY||
Robert Turner: father, deceased, business man, abusive, chronic drinker
Eileen Turner: mother, deceased, housewife, tidy, strong
Amy Turner: eldest sister, deceased, down syndrome, timid, small
Robert Turner Jr.: eldest brother, deceased, football player, headstrong, big as a barge
Dover Turner: older brother, unknown, distant and aloof, business man, successful
HOMETOWN|| New York City, NY
HISTORY||

Lee Turner was born the youngest of five in an upper-mid class family whose residence was in Queens, New York. The house itself was a beautiful place, perfect for an energetic child with no outstanding talents to grow up in. They had a three car garage with enough space for two cars, dad’s motorcycles, and the kids’ bikes and footballs. The driveway looped around the house to the garage in the back where there was also half of a basketball court and a jacuzzi. Mom had rosebushes along the fence in the back of the yard and a couple flowerbeds out front. A white picket fence surrounded the lawn on both sides of the house. It was a picturesque home and yet as a child, Lee wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.

As he grew up, his father was hardly anywhere to be seen. He came home late at night after Lee had been tucked in bed and rose early before he got up. Sometimes, if he woke up before it was time to get ready, he would lie in bed and could hear his father shouting at his mother or at Amy or Dover. Dover was more like their father than any of them and Lee thought that was why they hated each other so much. Later he would realize it was because his father knew that Dover would be more successful than him, that he was better; and that made him jealous and angry and violent. Even when they were young, Lee heard Dover saying things that made dad look stupid and weak. Sometimes Lee would pay the price with a physical beating. Those were the only times his father ever paid him any attention.

But when father wasn’t home, especially when he was away on his week-long, sometimes month-long, business trips, life was bliss and perfect and hateful. He woke up, ate breakfast, went to school, got B’s while Dover got A’s and Robert got F’s. He came home to a kissing mother and a brooding sister still organizing different shaped pasta and gluing them to paper in a pattern nobody understood. Sometimes he hated his sister. Sometimes he hated his mother. But most of the time he sat in his room and read a book or went outside to play with his only friend. Tommy lived a couple houses down the street and it seemed like he spent just as much time at his friend’s house as his own. Tommy’s mother was nice but not as nice as his own mother, which was nice. He hated when Tommy came over to his house because his mother would never leave them alone.

After he graduated from high school, he went to college and life was the same as ever, except his family wasn’t around as much. He had a couple girlfriends, slept with more girls, drank booze, and smoked marijuana. He graduated with a degree in business and worked for the same company his father and Dover worked at. His father was his boss for a while, but his alcoholic tendencies got the better of him and he beat Amy to death in a drunken rage. Mom was never the same again and dad hated it so he beat her too. Dover made sure the police found out and dad was put in jail. He died there, cold and alone and wallowing in self misery. He deserved it, Lee thought. Mom never thought something like that could happen to their family so she killed herself and Lee started hate his mother again. Rob had married, signed a football contract, and moved across the country; he never talked to them.

Lee was working for his brother with no ambition or drive whatever. He was the same as he was in college. Dover warned him that he might turn out like dad if he kept up the drinking, but Lee ignored him. He didn’t have a family and he never intended to so he wasn’t putting anyone in danger but himself. Despite his seemingly apathetic attitude towards life, Lee was a good worker and a faithful employee. He lived in a small apartment that really only had room for one visitor at a time. These rare visitors were usually girls that he never saw again, even more rare his brother. That was about the time he met Lexi. It was 1983 and he was having a drink in a bar not too far from the office building where he worked. She was fucking beautiful; she was unlike anything he had ever seen and he couldn’t for the life of him make his way over to her and chat her up like he usually did.

That first night, their relationship was strictly platonic, but somehow Lexi was different. It wasn’t because she was a vampire or anything like that because at this point he had no idea she was. He didn’t even believe in that supernatural crap to be completely honest. He thought it was all just a bunch of bull that hormonal teenagers believed in to fill their need for kinky sex. What he saw in her was something more than that, more than physical. He wouldn’t deny the fact that his psychical attraction for her was more than any other attraction he had felt before, but there was something else that drew him to her. He had never experienced it before, that pull, that need to be close to one person in particular. His past relationships had never worked out because there was always another girl waiting around the corner, so many other fish in the sea. But when he saw Lexi, he only saw Lexi.

Naturally when she finally told him about the supernatural world and her place in it, he didn’t believe her. “Oh come on. Really? Surely you can’t be serious,” he said to her, thinking she was joking. “I know you’re a good liar but you can’t possibly expect me to believe something like that.” Despite his firm belief in the natural world, Lee began to question himself seeing the sincerity in her eyes. But he didn’t want to believe any of that. What if he didn’t have control of himself anymore? He didn’t know much about vampires, but he knew that they had the power to control humans. Didn’t she know that it would take a lot of effort to convince him of something so far-fetched? “Why would you say something like that?” he asked, defeated, confused, afraid.

Even when she proved it to him, he was still skeptical. How could something that went against every rational thought he had be real? Was he going crazy? Was the alcohol finally getting to him like his brother had warned him about? No, it wasn’t going to be bad unless he turned out like his dad, and so far that hadn’t happened. The last time he checked he had loved his family and wished for nothing but for them to be happy. And the feelings he had for Lexi, how could they be wrong or fake? How could he think of hurting her like his dad did to his own wife, the mother of his four children? News of his father’s death in prison didn’t help matters. He wanted to feel indifferent or even relieved that it happened, but in reality the event hit him like ton of bricks.

In order to get away, he did something that he now regrets. Instead of facing the problem like a man and taking a stand, Lee ran away. Though Lexi did tell him about the unreal reality of the world outside, she didn’t include the fact that she was part of that world. The first thing she had to convince him of was the fact that they existed and that was hard enough already. He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up, but he got in his car and drove as far away from New York as he could. He hit bar after bar, drowned in alcohol, and stayed in motels on the road by himself. It didn’t take long for Lexi to catch up with him, however, and she gave him a choice. He could decide to stay with her and love her. Or she could leave him alone and he could keep running away, living an aimless life.

Ultimately, Lee made his decision, and he thought he made the right one. Lexi told him everything he needed to know to become a vampire and most importantly, that he would promise to be the same person she fell in love with, the same person he had always been. She wanted him to stay as human as possible, and even though he would later realize that would be impossible, he agreed to it. He made a promise he couldn’t keep.



BEHIND THE SCENES|| Jin
OTHER CHARACTERS|| none
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RP SAMPLE||

Edward McGregor moved to New York City on the 21st of July in the year 2198. Not much has changed since then. His life is as mundane now as it ever was back home in the UK. His father’s ancestors were from Scotland, but living in London and mixing with the English population made the family more or less English themselves. But they didn’t ever forget who they were. Being Scottish wasn’t really an important part of their lives; it was just a nice thing to add to their pedigree. In school he was never asked what his ethnic background was because it didn’t matter much. So he would walk around and stand tall and firm in the affirmation that he was a proud citizen of England.

In many ways, you could say that Edward was a troubled soul. Despite his age, he had seen death and tragedy, he had lost friends and grown distant from a lot of the people he knew and loved. But where his trouble came from he was never quite sure; and even if he was, he didn’t want to admit it. After all, who would want to say they liked other boys? Saying I’m Scottish was nothing like saying I’m gay. The problem was he didn’t even know if he was gay because there was this girl. On the outside, Eddy was this typical boy that loved sports and disliked homework. But Mary Bennett brought something else out in him that he never thought possible. He was afraid of being alone and invalidated and realized that he wanted her as more than a friend too late.

Then there was Ashley Kent. He had been absolutely head-over-heels in love with that boy when they were both in school together, before he had to move away. It was ridiculous how much he thought about Ashley. And it was never anything concrete either; he never thought about their future. All he ever thought about as he walked the corridors of that ancient school at the ripe age of fourteen was how much he just wanted to sit next to Ash, hold hands, and maybe be kissed by him. They had started out as friends in their first year and became more. He never forgot about Mary. He just didn’t think that she liked him back and here was Ashley: tall, strong, handsome, striking, and thrilling. Eddy had lots of friends, but he had never felt truly wanted before Ashley. It was a foreign feeling, this love thing.

Homecoming came and he messed things up for himself tremendously. Mary wouldn’t talk to him, Ash cheated on him, and then THEY came. They brought death with them, sending the schoolmaster to her death through the tall window of the ballroom. Eddy survived through wit and fast-thinking. He became a leader in his own right, helping students survive the dark days of oppression. When threatened, he retaliated and put his life on the line. But as soon as they were let out, his parents would never let him go back. The whole family was forced to move all the way across the Atlantic Ocean. It was a new country and as far as Eddy was concerned it had new dangers no one could foresee.

Luckily or unluckily, THEIR arrival and his fight for survival allowed his life to be steered away from his sexuality. But in America he felt cold and alone. New York was big city that he was sure he would never get used to. The dynamic in town was so different than the life and breath that moved London. Eventually he would be able to go back to what he loved, but for now he was stuck here with himself. That state of being alone, a status he thought was much different than being lonely, forced him to look into himself. Was he going to tell someone what he knew had always been a part of him? Could he come out and if he did would it help him improve as a person? How would coming out affect what people thought of him?

Central park was a good place for him to go to think about his sexuality. It almost forced him to do so. Eddy could be away from his family but still feel a part of some kind of community by simply observing the people around him. He would realize much later that the community he treasured so much was the community of people, of human beings, humanity. That was the community he wanted to protect. That was why he got up every morning with the resolve to grow stronger, to fight against people who would deprive others of the innate freedom everyone deserves. But before he learned to do all of that, he would have to learn to resolve the conflict within himself. He would have to come out of the closet.

People passed by in various forms: walking, running, jogging, biking. He never saw the same face more than once. Some people seemed happy, some looked haggard and worn. Some of them were old and some of them were just children. Some had been through hell and others had been handed the world to them on a silver platter. At least it looked that way to Eddy. He liked to imagine he knew what it was like to be a different person or how complete strangers could be so much like himself. He wondered what kind of lives they lived and what their families were like. He got to thinking what his own family was like. A dead mother, but a loving father replaced her with a decent enough step-mother. His step-mother had a daughter around the same age named Stephanie. She was a bit of a brat but they never bothered each other. Then there was Elizabeth, his little sister. Technically a half-sister but just as important as any full-blooded sibling he might have had.

Maybe he could tell her first and then the rest of the girls wouldn’t be so bad about it. The trick was telling his father. You see, he really did love Ash when they were together. It was just that now he loved a girl, Mary. His feelings for her didn’t negate the ones he had for Ashley. It had all happened so fast but he didn’t have to force himself. So it had to be real. He saw two men pass by jogging at a steady pace while having a conversation. Perhaps they were a couple. Perhaps they were just a pair of friends. Either way, there was nothing wrong with it, he was sure of that. Though he knew not everyone would agree with that, nothing could change that opinion. So yes, to answer your question, he could love a woman or a man in the same way. If his relationship with Mary didn’t work out, he would be heartbroken, but his drive protect innocence would only be stronger.

Eddy knew that life would never return to the way it was before, but he knew that the only way he could piece himself back together was to make a new life for himself. He had to move on from the disappointment he felt in himself and in others and make an active effort. No matter whose fault it was, Eddy couldn’t recover without first correcting himself. The woman that loved him had given him so many chances for him to redeem himself and get back on his feet. She even made it possible for them to remain just friends. But he messed up he messed up and he messed up. So he took steps forward to ensure that a gleaming future awaited him and he hoped that all he had to do was walk through the door that he invested so much in opening. Then and only then could he truly ask for Mary’s forgiveness and maybe, if he was lucky, for her hand.

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