Role Seeking:Schism Saint Character's name:Olut Eites Age Upon Entering/At Death:389 [Appears to be mid-20's] Age Now:394 Race:Vampire
Appearance:
Auburn hair--styled into an emo side fringe ebbing toward his chin--adorns this Vampire's skull. On the left-hand-side of his visage a sheen of pasty white is visible to all. Marring that canvas of white, and journeying down his neck, is a tribal tattoo resembling barbed wire. The vibrancy of Olut's mane may make one wonder if he is truly of the undead; everyone in this crazy world is dead, so what would it matter? Contrasting against lush mane is an ashen complexion possessing a duo of hazel oculus'. These orbs possess a dim luster; a fire burns deep within the darkness of his pupils. Deviant in appearance, with narrow eyes and slim brows, the demeanor of this man is worn on his face. A pair of edged ears frame his prominent jaw, the point so sharp that they are a distinguishing feature. Centered on his face is a hawk's beak--bulbous where his wide nostrils flare, becoming narrower as it abates into the air. Delicate lips beautify his face, each corner reaching out toward ample, rosy cheeks that dimple when he wears his winsome smile. Strong and placed evenly with his nose--the symmetry of Olut's face is uncanny--is where his conspicuous cleft chin resides.
Dropping from his jaw bone is a delicate neck; that barbed tattoo crossing over his striking Adam's Apple, then delving to his right pectoral where it curls around a nub of pink flesh and ends. Well built shoulders sprout from the base of his neck, the bulbous deltoids curling down into well toned biceps. The gray, ashen flesh of Olut is waxy in appearance, and so well bound around his muscular tissue that with each movement the tendons beneath his flesh spring to life. A simple movement of his fingers send ripples up his arms, which like the waves of the sea, make their way inland to his chest. The prowess within this physical body is only a sample of what lays within, but even to come upon such a spectacle of athletic appearance would detour most from fraying with the man. A crease rests where the two pectorals meet, rips exploding from that area of collision as if the meeting had caused an eruption of tissue. Cut abdominal muscles protrude from Olut's flesh, the duel set of triplets bulging when he saunters. A copper colored happy trail leads down the center of the abs, stopping shortly at the narrow slit of his belly button, only to continue down toward his sex.
God's grace must have fallen upon this man, for his private is well endowed--not that you would know this, unless you have had the chance to take a glance. Well toned thighs, coupled with a cylindrical caboose, expand outward from his pelvic area. Olut's legs narrow as they near the knees, two tear drops forming on either side of the joints from muscular development. Athletic in size, the vampiric man's calves are held by petite ankles, which also hold wide, cumbersome feet--the only area of Olut's body that he considers unattractive.
Commonly a black, satin, button-up shirt entices his upper body. The sleeves are long and reach his wrists, where they are frayed and edged with a crimson emboddery. Olut's shirt is tucked into loose, black shorts that are held in place by a thick, onyx leather belt with a silver clasp. On the clasp is the image of a rising sun, the colors an array of vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds. Adorning his ghoulish feet are shined combat boots, silver studs holding the laces. The soles of the combat boots are thick, and add an inch to Olut's 5'11" frame. In total Olut weighs 185 pounds--but don't ask him how much he weighs, sometimes he can become sensitive.
Personality:
Few words are spoken by this man, but behind those locked lips is a mind that is always reeling. Destruction. Death. Decay... Love...? A cold heart holds a lust for inflicting pain, nothing short of severe sadism. That warm, crimson life force found within the living sends tingles down his spine. To have that spewing from a headless figure would make Olut spasm in an orgasmic manner. No, Olut is not a sadomasochist, for those of you who were curious. He loves himself too much to allow pain to be inflicted upon his own being, especially due to his beauty. To this vampire, nothing has as much beauty as he. The symmetry of his face, the muscle of his body... do not mention the feet... are just a few of the alurring aspects of his appearance Olut can list.
Biography:
Maridan Groot was excited and nervous, she was going to be a mother! Her cheeks held the healthy glow of a woman who was well nurtured, she had prepared her body for the task. Onyx hair fell down her shoulders and plastered to her forehead, shining with a luster that matched that of her lover's eyes. Above her stood Jacques Eites, the rugged, auburn haired man that had swept her off her feet. He was much older then herself, ten years her senior, but that had not mattered. Jacques stole her away from her parents, and they had not become married--Jacques believed love did not go marriage deep. As the birth of their child neared the dampness of the abandoned barn began to weigh heavily on Maridan... something was wrong...
She could hear Jacques saying he could see he crown of their child as he kneeled in front of her spread legs...
She could hear Jacques screaming for her to push...
And then came a relief--was it relief?--that made her feel as if a part of her was missing...
The only other sounds were her labored breath and crackling voice, "The baby... the baby..."
Blood trickled through Jacques fingers as he held the lifeless form of his son, the umbilical cord swaying back-and-forth. Droplets of red fell from the swinging tube of flesh as it began to shake from the vibrations of the limp body. Jacques' hands shook, their warmth being stolen from the cold of death that he held. Its gray body had his face, and even though its features were soft the stillborn appeared angry. Its little fists were balled up and held at its sides, stiff from death. The man who had stolen away the virgin daughter of a farmer looked upon his lover, only to find that her flesh had gone white. Those deep hazel eyes no longer had life, their fire extinguished by the birth.
"Maridan?", Jacques called out as crawled with one hand toward the woman's body, his other holding the lifeless babe to his chest. "Maridan?! This time he screamed her name and fell atop the body, his face buried in her full bosom. "Dear Lord, I did not know my blasphemy would bring me such pain!" Tears of disgust and pain ran down his cheeks, "Please do not punish the child nor Maridan, Lord. They did nothing, it is I who deserves death! It is I... Please, please do not take them from me... Oh God, please not my babe... Not my son..."
That was the first death of Olut Eites, but it was his beginning also. His father had lost faith in the Lord above, and thus went another route. With his son--he had buried his wife, he could not bring himself to glance upon her face--he searched for another Lord.
Powers, if any: Weapons, if any: Additional information:Edited by: Sethron at: 6/22/07 9:42 pm
I'm sorry. I can't accept this application. It's simply.. Too sexy. >.<!!!!!!!!
HURRY UP AND FINISH IT SO I CAN GET MORE HAPPIES, NATHAN.
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: Olut Eites - Vampire - Schism Saint (WiP)
Yo, doll. You had best be older than that. You were here before Roy, and he's been here 240 years. So that means he's aged 4 years by Genil's standards. So you've got to have aged at least 5 years.
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