Post by JAYDEN HARRIS KNIGHT on May 29, 2010 17:10:58 GMT
jayden harris knight , --------------
--------------------------- NINETEEN , VAMPIRE , VAMPIRES , CONFIDENT.
"NOW I KNOW, THAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU STAY. BUT, WHERE'S YOUR HEART?
AND I KNOW THERES NOTHING I CAN SAY TO CHANGE ------------------------"
[/color]the warmest of introductions:
i know what you're all thinking. you're thinking: "a vampire? wow! your life must be so exciting!" and for a while, if you'd have said that to me, i probably would have agreed with you. it's amazing how quickly things change. being a vampire you get to live through everything and eventually, there comes a time when you've seen everything that you can possibly can. i've been a vampire so long now, i don't think anything will surprise me anymore. war, famine, disease - i've seen them all. oh; i'm jayden, by the way. call me jay. and a part of me keeps thinking, "why bother if nothing's going to take you by surprise again?" but going down that sort of road didn't work once, so, i'm not going down it again. although, it wouldn't be like i was wasting time, would it? my time is unlimited. at least, until they find me, i guess.
a day in the life:[/color]
if i didn't make it abundantly clear before, not a lot happens to me that hasn't happened before. my day usually consists of the same monotonous little things: getting up even though i don't need to sleep, practicing my martial arts on nothing but the thin air around me, taking walks and, oh yes, avoiding being hunted. hunted by what used to be my own kind. hunted, and hated by they very people i used to call my friends. i have new friends now, friends like me; vampires. all of this 'cause someone had the genius idea of making vampires illegal. now humans hate me. and ironically enough, they're the ones after my blood, not the other way around. i know why though; i know why we're hated like this now. isn't it obvious? humans are scared, scared of us. they don't know what we can do, so they hunt us before we get a chance to do anything, even though most of us wouldn't. they should be scared.
memories of a different life:[/color]
amongst all the shit every person owns, each person is bound to posses something different - something that they'll never let go of. i myself own a few items like this. the most special to me is a yin-yang amulet, given to me by my mother when I was a little twelve year old, human boy. i asked, "what is it, mommy?" and I remember her saying, "it means peace." I realize now it wasn't the best of explanations, but it sounded great to my twelve year old ears. i wore it with pride every day after that, even to this day, i never leave without it slung around my neck. she died shortly after giving it to me. i'm glad she didn't live long enough to see me being hunted down by her fellow humans, she doesn't deserve to see something like that. as stupid as it sounds, i like to think that a little part of her is with me all the time, because of that amulet. oh well, that's enough soul-searching. wait..do i even have a soul?
the family:[/color]
last but by no means least, my fucking family. sound the trumpets.
my mother was, well, she was everything anyone could ever ask for. smart, beautiful, kind, caring. she was always there, through good and bad times. mom could fix anything, whether it be broken toys, shelves or even problems, mom could fix it. nobody else ever treated me the way she did. i guess that sounds obvious 'cause well, she was my mom, but you know what i mean. i loved her so much, and when she died, i was crushed. and i mean absolutely crushed. i've been nineteen for years and years, and still nothing has ever hurt as much as when i was thirteen, when i was told that my mom had died. no decent person should have to go through pain like that.
my father. to be honest, i don't even like calling him that. my mother was an angel, but my father, he was a fucking monster. what she saw in him i will never understand, because to me they were two complete opposites. i know they say opposites but, there was nothing. he drank, did drugs, did everything really. when my mom died he was all i had left, and i actually went to the adoption agency myself. a family was found, and i moved in with them. anything to get away from him. as far as i know, he slowly wasted away, drinking himself to death whilst sat slumped on the floor in the corner of his bedroom. good riddance.
HI, MY NAME IS ADAM. I'M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR TWO YEARS
. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/MSN AND I ALSO PLAY NOBODY. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY Hi THERE.[/justify]
MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.[/size][/font][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
