Ahvarice, Son of Khrypt

NAME: Ahvarice, Son of Khrypt full name
GOES BY: Master(with the right person) if he/she doesn't go by the first name...
OTHER NICKNAMES:Ris, Ghreed nicknames

GENDER: Male male/female/other
AGE: 210 age
BIRTHDAY: November 15th birthday
ETHNICITY: VampireVampire/Lesser/Angel/Shadow/ Symphath
ORIGINAL CHARACTER is your character a canon character from our canon list or an original character that you made up.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight straight/gay/bi/pansexual
STATUS: Single single/dating/married/divorced
OCCUPATION: Looking what does your character do, if applicable
LIVING SITUATION: 3 bedroom, 2 bath house in Caldwell where and in what?

PLAY BY: Matt Loewen yer face claim
HAIR: Brown, short and well kept color, style, should be short
EYES: Blue-gray color, size
HEIGHT: 6'0" height
WEIGHT: 212 weight
USUAL ENSEMBLE: Business suits if looking for work, otherwise jeans and t-shirt what do they wear on an ordinary day?
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Clean cut, tattoo on his shoulder and chest, wears comfortable casual clothing except for play (then leather, mostly). He's tall and muscular but not overly so. Stands with a presence that can be felt when he walks in a room.
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LIKES: Whisky, Bourbon, submissive kinky women, fast rides, action flicks, romantic comedies 3-5 please
DISLIKES: When a scene goes wrong, weak drinks, backtalk, assholes who don't understand boundaries. 3-5 please
STRENGTHS: Dominating presence, trained in CPR, purple belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, can create an emotional response with a whisper to someone he's connected with 3-5 please
WEAKNESSES: A woman kneeling, has a quick temper, kisses to his neck, the rumble of a powerful engine 3-5 please
WANTS: A good job, a loyal submissive, a nice bike two or three things
FEARS: The beast within, harming someone in a way that was not intended, ending up alone two or three things
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ahvarice is relatively easygoing, unless you anger him. The best and fastest ways to do that are to approach a woman that is clearly with him without approaching him first, or to touch said woman, or to dismiss something he states out of hand. Once angered he has a hard time reeling it in, but tends to disappear before allowing himself to get into a fight. That being said, he can handle himself well if presented with that challenge.

He is a man who enjoys being in charge, and on the flipside does not appreciate his control being taken away by anyone, unless they established a position of power above his authority beforehand. He enjoys structure and order, though he does know how to let loose and have a good time.
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FAMILY: His father is a vampire named Khrypt, his mother perished but was also vampire, named Dhestiny.
relationship, age, occupation
PETS: White German Shepherd named King.
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HISTORY: Upon his transition, Ahvarice became a wild child, always out at clubs, finding exactly the wrong crowd to associate with. This occurred for 100 years or so before he found himself and established his kinky dominant side. Now that he has a channel for those feelings he has calmed down quite a bit. He was born in California, spent most of his life partying up and down the West Coast. Tired of his ways, his father gave him a short term fund and told him to find himself somewhere else. He ended up, of all places, in Caldwell, NY. With the presence of Zero Sum and Iron Mask he has considered the logistics of opening a Fetish Club, or at least starting a Fetish Night at an existing establishment. 2-3 paragraphs please

YOUR NAME: Daelen your name/nickname/interwebz name
AGE: 30 your age
EXPERIENCE: 10 years or so RPing for how long?
OTHER CHARACTERS: Vihktor if applicable...
"Alright, bring it around back, and careful; we don't need another broken crate!" Frankie LaRasso pushed up the sleeves of his pink button up shirt, rolled up to his forearms. He motioned to the driver of a truck carrying a full load of crates, guiding them towards a lot next to a small, humble looking fruit vendor storefront. "Come on, I ain't got all day, my dogs are barkin'!" He growled the words as the driver parked the truck, watching as two strong guys hopped out and began to unload crates. Some were marked with various citrus fruit labels, while others were blank and hidden within the men's strong arms. Frankie reached into a pocket, fiddling with his watch as he looked after the operation, rocking a little in place.

Frankie LaRasso was a stout but strong man, standing about 5'6" and barrel chested. He acted like a much larger man around the men he worked with, frequently getting into the faces of those around him and shouting his point until either they backed down, or a fight broke out. He wasn't one to shy away from fights, but it was the two bodyguards that always followed him that ended his fights more often than not. That's not to say that Frankie wasn't tough, but his men were nothing if not loyal.

As the shipment was unpacked and put into the store room in the back of the shop, Frankie pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped his brow, muttering under his breath about the Los Angeles heat. Wiping down the sweat off his brow, Frankie put away the cloth and straightened his suspenders, snapping them into place as he headed towards the store room to watch over the men unloading the goods. "Hey, get a wiggle on, I ain't got all day! Shipment's gotta go out before the bulls catch on." He rushed over to a badly placed stack of crates, putting all his weight into pushing one of the guys out of the way. The man caught him, muttering "Sorry boss" as he looked everywhere but Frankie's face while heading to get the last of the crates. "Somebody must have been ossified... you breaking into my stores?" He growled at the man he had pushed as he squared away the crates so they stacked up safely. "You want me to go broke, is that it? Maybe I'll just tell the Boss about your performance here!" The man apologized more profusely and Frankie just shook his head, wiping his brow again. "Ahh, you're just a wet blanket. Aint nobody razzed ya before?" He laughed heartily, eliciting nervous laughter from the men around him as he headed back around to the lot. "I'm going to see my girl, try not to mess things up while I'm gone."