Post by silverlynxcat on May 9, 2008 15:18:50 GMT -5
Will Fleet**
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Will Fleet
[Speedy, Pretty boy, Felix, Silver]
{Gender;;} Male
{Age::} Eighteen
{Height;;} Approximately six foot
{Status;;} Newly turned Vampire
{Occupation;;} None
{Appearance;;} Will’s body type is very slim and very athletic, his body well slimly built but not in a feminine manner. He has a finely toned body, fine yet not bulging curves of muscle on his arms and legs, his chest is quite strong and slopes down to a stomach that proudly holds the noticeable dents and dips of an impressive but not overpowering six pack. His hips curve not quite as pronounced as a females but are quite sharp and his legs are long and strong, able to carry him at impressive speeds for quite a long time. His hands are average size and his fingers are slim and swift, they’re for quick fingered pick pocketing and handiwork such as bandaging, sewing/stitching and generally light fingered work.
His face is slender and a more oval shape with the masculine features of a strong male jaw but with a smooth curve of jaws and chin and high cheek bones which effectively make him quite an attractive young man.
His skin is fair and a pale alabaster and he never seems to tan, his lips are only slightly darker a pale pink colour his eyebrows are dark and arch slim and neatly above his eyes. His eyes are a very prominent and probably a very if not the most attractive feature. Irises being a deep, rich sapphire blue with lighter and darker tones of blue giving his eyes depth and an almost entrancing appearance while pale, noticeable silver flecks glistening against he blue, catching the light while his pupils hang dark and solitary in the center.
His nose is on the small side but not noticeably, the bridge of his nose slopes neatly and curves into a small button nose which wrinkles lightly when he furrows his eyebrows to frown or scowl. His ears are also a bit small but again not noticeably so and on his left earlobe he has it pierced with a silver stud. His hair is another eyecatching feature, for it is not long, yet not incredibly short. The silky tendrils of hair naturally brush back, to sort of spike at the back of his head. When wet, the bangs would droop and frame his face, the two longest bangs would reach his chin. His hair is well cared for despite his living conditions and hygene is a top priority for Will. You'd rarely see the pale silver tone of his hair smudged with dirt or blood or lank with grease.
On his slim body the male doesn’t own the most fantastic of clothes. He wears a pair of black loose rather ragged yet decent looking black breeches which hold close to his skin yet don’t constrict around his legs and reach to his upper calves. He also wears a fine white linen button down shirt which doesn’t seem to be something Will could afford having stolen it. It fits him quite well and looks quite admirable on the male as well, he doesn’t bother to tuck it in as it’s already obvious he is not of the upper class, merely a street child. He doesn’t have any shoes, he’s made several attempts to steal some but never manages to get those in his size so he’s left to go barefoot.
{Personality;;} Will’s personality is quite complicated and even if explained you would have trouble understanding exactly his this boy’s mind worked. If the same scenario was played twice with Will, whether it be similar or with the ever so slightest change the most likely effect would be that Will would act differently from how he had the first time. Emotion has no boundaries with this certain young male. His whole existence is a tussle of how he acts, how his mind works and how his emotions run wild with the disasters and blessings of the world around him, it’s impossible to simply sum him up with a few meagre words. For it would do him no justice, to say he was arrogant would be one-sided and unfair as well as untrue, for although he may reflect arrogance, his personality is so much more deeper. But to keep things simple, his more powerful personality traits are that he’s confident. He’s confident in what he says, in how he looks and what he can do. He does not hinder this unless something really knocks him back a couple of steps.
He uses arrogance and egotistical traits to keep himself confident and make keep people at bay, especially when he’s at such an unstable period of his life.
He’s social, Will likes nothing better than company, average friends, close friends a lover to cuddle with and smother with affection.
But he has periods of time where company doesn’t suit him, the festivities of parties, laughing and joking with others just doesn’t appeal to him and he likes being left to brood, or someone exceedingly close to him may be able to weasel in on these moments and maybe ease his mind.
He’s not the most secretive sort, he’ll tell things if they don’t have much importance or wouldn’t do any harm, but if something was personal or a certain knowledge would cause harm to another he’d keep it sealed shut in his mind for no one else to know until the danger had passed, he had no choice or he may never tell it at all. He is very secretive about his past however, pretty straight forward about everything else.
He’s also outlandishly rebellious, he hates falling anyone else’s rules but his own, he hates being told what to do, ordered, commanded or treated like a slave, he will do nothing that makes him seem below another unless it suits him, such as sexual play or something of the sort. However if a command was turned into a request, he was spoken too with respect, then you’ll succeed much more easily in getting co-operation. Will’s a fair person and returns the respect you give him, whether you like him or not or vice versa.
He has his moments of childishness, where he’ll feel safe and playful and probably do something for amusement, his childish antics can’t help but bring a smile to your face when you’ve seen the seriousness Will usually hauls about with him. When he’s serious, you know there’s something to be serious about, he’s wiser, smarter and more knowledgeable to the harshness of the world yet the joys of it too that anyone of his age should be. When those of his age are discovering steady relationships, careers and things of that sort.
And most of this barely covers half of what Will is all about, how he works and thinks and how what affects and why. There are probably things about him, you’ll never ever find out about him.
{History;;}
Will was born eighteen years ago on December the first, in a large place far, far from London. It was quiet, snow fell silently and the midwife had been summoned to the house on the very poor side of their town. The silent night was disturbed by the scene within the house, many stood helpless as they watched the midwife work on the woman to try and get the baby without much harm. But the woman was in no condition to give birth, but she went through it anyway with undying determination, despite the fact that it would surely kill her.
Two hours later, a small baby boy was brought into the world kicking and lively with a small thin shimmer of silver hair and bright, beautiful sapphire eyes, silver flecks glimmering. The mother of this certain child, had weakly taken the baby in her arms, and had only had time to whimper his name, before she was taken away from her family. It seemed death had wanted her in return for this baby's life, and he had got her.
But like an animal in the wild, Will was easily rejected by his remaining parent, but it wasn’t because of the stress and pain of a final birth that killed his wife or the fact the male was defected with silver hair or deep, beautiful blue eyes. He just was. Along with his sister, who was four years older and cherished Will as if he was an angel who had fallen from the heavens. He was soon given the affectionate nickname of 'Angel' or 'Little Angel'.
The male lived a pretty twisted life; his father was already unstable, before his wife had died. But now, Warren seemed to lose it. He wasn’t a raving lunatic; he didn’t laugh manically and go around decapitating people with an axe or sword. He was more or less civilised in other company, intimidating, deadly. But he was sick minded, brutal and a monster. His father was a respected man within the community with a good job, although he did lead a darker part of his life with the seedy lot who roamed the streets. He'd always been unstable, which his wife often managed to soothe but it didn’t mean she went without a beating, but now that she was gone, there was no one left to try and help the man, for he would never act like this in company.
Jem was left to care for her younger brother and, at only four, it was a very challenging task. But she’d grown up fast, even at three she knew she had to look after her baby brother and help him learn and abide by the rules, otherwise, he would surely perish.
So over time, Will grew up and, at first, nothing happened to him. His father pretty much ignored him and Will thought this would continue. He didn’t know much of his father really, at one year old; Jem was the one receiving attention. He’d watch in alarm as his father yelled and broke bottles and smashed things whilst Will would just crawl away and hide. He'd peer from behind his space in the corner with some bunched up news papers as his father grabbed Jem and hurt her. He hit her, he threw her and made Will livid with anger. But he was far too scared to do anything. His father was too big and too brutal to fight. So, he’d just shake and quiver in the corner and then crawl over to his beaten sister whilst his father grumbled and went off to retrieve another bottle of alcohol.
He never understood why this man was here, why he hurt his sister. Will was too young to understand and was alien to the concept of a ‘happy family’. He knew nothing of his mother. All evidence at home had been destroyed, photos, possessions and clothes. Jem had been forbidden to speak of anything of Anastasia to Will and, out of fear, the girl had obeyed.
Will’s first birthday rounded, although the days were a blur and Will never even knew the concept of a birthday. Jem had whispered to him ‘happy birthday’ on this certain day, but never had he understood what it meant. Snow started to fall, and Will had been gazing out the window in awe once again as it slowly flittered down gracefully from the sky above. And that’s when something hit him. The young boy was hit with such a force that he ended up sprawled on the floor, dazed and whimpering with confusion and pain. Sticky red goo had oozed from his cheek from where it had hit a piece of broken glass, he’d seen this come from Jem, but he never realised what pain it brought.
He had turned his gaze up to his father, eyes swimming with tears, and his father had merely given Will his very first session of attention. Jem has only just returned from her tutor to find her little brother lying on the floor partially conscious. Will hadn’t liked how she’d cried and blamed herself as she cleaned him up. Will thought it had been a one time thing as his father hadn’t touched him again for quite some time. But, it was merely time to let the child heal. After all, too many beatings on a young child would surely kill him, and he didn’t want that now, did he?
Well, the relief was short lived as Will now got beatings regularly and, when he could take no more, it was Jem’s turn. They nursed each other after each time, Jem helping Will and he did so when she was hurt. When in the time her father left for several days for work reasons, leaving them alone for periods of time, she’d tell Will of her lessons, the outside and she’d watch sadly as his eyes widened with wonder and amazement. Teaching him things that she learned, wanting Will to adapt and grow up normally, although those chances were merely miracles and Jem Danica Fleet knew such a thing.
But much to her delight, Will did grow smarter. He was naturally intelligent but, unfortunately, he had a heart of gold and a head thick as concrete. In other words, when he grew older, he refused to let Jem tell him to back down as Will began to defend her. Despite her being older, he just felt so protective although he knew he could not fight his father, no. The male was still terrified of the man, on several occasions it had lead to his father mocking how he literally ‘scared the piss’ out of him, as his father had so crudely put it. But, undeterred by the mockery, he would constantly take on his father. If Jem was threatened, Will would try and grab his attention by breaking something, yelling at him or repeating a bad word his father had said.
This worked, and Will paid the price for it. It wasn’t completely successful as Jem still got hurt when he was too weak to defend her, but Jem always cared for him, thanked him and gave him a kiss on the temple in thanks, always making Will smile. Happy he was doing something, if not something very little, to protect his only family. A concept he was starting to learn now. Family loved each other, they stuck together and that man who hurt them was not family.
As Will turned two, he would discover a new sort a pain, a new torture his father had been saving until he felt Will would be able to handle it. Of course, he wouldn’t like it but Warren didn’t care, he didn’t give a shit.
Will feared this day. The moment Jem whispered ‘happy birthday’ into his ear after awaking in the corner the both of them curled up in each night of there dank, cold room, he knew something would happen. There was nothing to be happy about, not at all. And, as he expected, as Jem kissed his forehead and went off to school, Will was left completely alone whilst both his father and his sibling were out.
Will left to scrounge the bin or the cupboards as usual, making himself some beans and scooping them from the can as he waited. More nervous than usual, his stomach seemed to being doing back flips and tying itself in knots. And eyes darted nervously behind the greasy strands of his silver hair.
When he’d heard the door click, his eyes had darted to the clock and the heavy footsteps of his father’s shoes clumped on the bare floor boards. He’d been huddled in his room, in the corner, wishing for Jem to come back as he pulled his legs up closer to his chest waiting, wishing.
The door had opened, casting musty light across the dusty floor boards as the male had cast eyes on his son with a malicious gleam, and sneer on his lips before Will had been whisked away.
Jem had returned later that day, chucking her schoolbag to the corner as she ran around the house and looked for her little brother, only unable to find him. Only her father’s room, the one room they were not allowed in, went unchecked. After a while, she forced herself in just to see if her brother was in there. And what she had seen confused and tore at her heart. Her innocent little sibling lay in a weeping heap on the bed on his stomach, his clothes lay in heaps on the floor, literally torn from his body as the boy was bare, his fragile body bruised heavily, bite marks littering his shoulders and hand shaped bruised gripped his fragile hips.
She’d never seen Will in such pain before. Blood smudged the bed and her brother’s thighs as she gathered him up. He had trouble walking, but she didn’t question, cleaning her brother up and cradling him, singing to him, trying to soothe her brother’s pain. Trying to coax him to believe that, even for a short time, they were safe. Wondering why her father had done this to her brother and singled him out. Of course, she didn’t want that to happen to her, but why her darling little brother? These thoughts had remained unanswered as she crooned away to her little angel.
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Life carried on and Will, despite his continual pain and torment, began to branch out. Unlike Jem, he didn’t go to school. Hardly anyone knew he existed than the midwife. But he was allowed to wander close to home on turning three. He spent most of his time in the streets, just running about and having a good time for once while Jem was at school. Chasing little mice and stroking the pet cats he came across.
One time, when he was merely four, he came home a little late and, strangely, he was not beaten for this. No, he walked in on the one thing that probably scarred poor Will for the rest of his life. His father, once again, had been drinking although this time he’d had a particularly bad day. Indulging himself with alcohol, But now, Jem seemed to have done something to upset Warren, not that it ever took much. And Will had watched as his father, wielding a half broken bottle moved to his sister who was huddled, crying and screaming frantically from the corner. All he’d heard was "HIDE, ANGEL, HIDE!"
Will had obeyed, tucking himself behind the couch at the edge but, unfortunately, could see everything as he watched his sister stabbed, beaten and slaughtered before his eyes. The young boy had cried silently, he was stunned. He knew nothing of what had happened other than it had hurt his sister a lot and, after a while, she stopped saying anything, even as his father continued before he eventually grew bored and slumped to his room. Covered in blood where he soon fell unconscious.
The scene had been brutal, the smell of fear, alcohol and blood was stomach retching, and the small boy had merely approached the bloody, unrecognisable corpse of his sister. He was confused, far too much blood slid across the dirty floor boards and she just...lay there. She didn’t move, her eyes were wide open, her face pale, mouth hanging open slightly.
"Jem?" the male has queried quietly, confused, scared. Why was she just lying there? She wasn’t moving, her chest didn’t rise and fall like before and her eyes didn’t gleam or look at him. Why? "Jem?" he’d tried again, kneeling in the cold puddle of crimson as he crawled to his sister, shaking her. "Jem, wake up!" tears trickling down his cheek, the male tried in vein. Constant questions had spun around his head.
Why didn’t she wake? Why did she not move? Why did she not cradle and comfort him?
Realisation had hit him, it had hit him hard as he hugged the corpse, realising, Jem was gone. His only family, the one he’d fought so hard to protect was gone! She was so cold. The male had wept endlessly through the night, he just couldn’t understand, why was she gone? Why couldn’t she hear or respond to him?
He was still there by morning, awake and still crying as his father found him, shoved him out the way and carelessly picked up the girl by her hair. Will had cried and screamed for him not to, he needed his sister; he couldn’t treat her like that, he was hurting her.
He was completely clueless to the fact she couldn’t feel, she couldn’t hear him, she was gone, forever.
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When Will was six, two years without his sister now, his father had continued to beat and rape him, more or less daily, four times a week at the least. Will had been moving back through the streets, towards his prison, it was dark, and he'd surely be beaten for being so late. He looked up at the dark sky where ravishing stars glimmered proudly. He stopped, and looked at the brightest of the stars, his eyes softened, he'd always loved to watch the stars, and since Jem had died, he done it even more, to see if he could see her, a new, shiny start that glimmered like his sister's eyes had done whenever she was happy.
He couldn't go back, he had to get away from Warren, for Jem and himself. So on that mere whim, Will had turned and ran back into the streets, and didn't return and nor did he see his father again.
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Will led a rough life, living on the streets was no easy task when you had to foredge for food and shelter. Luckily, after a while Will had found an abandoned warehouse at hte docks, and it was there he made his home, managing to steal blankets, clothes, money, food and such for his own survival. And that's how he lived for many years. Until his eighteenth birthday rolled passed.
He'd been walking down the streets, the alley ways, when he'd felt a weight hit him from the side, he collided heavily with a wall and had been pinned as a sharp pain shot through hsi neck making him cry out and hands seemed to grope unshamefully at his body, and before he knew it, it was over.
He slumped to the ground, and staring up at the man who had bit him, he completely blacked out, only to awake a few hours later, he was on the very edge of town, in a field. He pushed himself up, dirt smudging the white sleeves of his shirt as he looked to the man that had bitten and brought him here. He had felt so different, stronger yet weak, his head still spun as the man offered him a proposition, he explained he was a vampire, and that Will could be his apprentice.
This didn't go down well at all. Will had attacked the man in a fury, and after a struggle, a scar left running down the vampire's face had pushed Will away and fled.
Alone, confused and disorientated, Will had followed, he'd left his home town to hunt down the man who had done this too him. After all, it's not like he'd had anything else to do with his life. And now Will just manages to keep up with the vampire who had now led him to London, he refuses to kill, refuses to drink blood, he's clueless to the ways of the vampire and the abilities they possess and how to access them. His fangs had grown longer, no longer able to fit comfortably in his mouth as they grow to urge Will to drink. His feral hunger is getting worse. His skin pale and body weak, without a mentor to teach and befriend him, the male would surely perish.
{Fears;;} -Needles
-Death
-Loved ones in danger
-Being alone forever
-Being judged/rejected
-His father
{Skills and talents;;} -He’s incredibly fast (even before he was a vampire)
-A natural leader
-Independent
-Is a natural older brother/father figure despite never having kids
-Quick witted
-Very acrobatic and flexible
{Celebrity Model;;} none
{Character played by;;} Kays, kay = Silverlynxcat
