Post by Spike on Jul 10, 2008 7:44:14 GMT 1
Character Name: William the Bloody, A.K.A. Spike.
Age: Well over 128 years old. "Reborn" in 1880
Gender: Male
Cannon: Yes
Species: Vampire
Powers: Advanced in strength, speed, stamina and resistance. Skilled in combat.
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: www.bbc.co.uk/cult/buffy/gallery/spike/images/340/spike15.jpg
History:
Sniveling little William had been the laugh of the town after a poem he had written for his beloved Cecily was presented before an entire party.
Crestfallen and embarrassed beyond belief, William wandered the streets heartbroken. Luck had it for him that night as he met a beautiful mystery by the name of Drusilla. Offering him the world, she sired him then and there in the alleyway.
For a while, he traveled with Drusilla, Angel and Darla around Europe and Asia, creating mass chaos and death wherever they ventured. There in China, he killed a slayer and he and Drusilla basked in her blood. When Angel was cursed with a soul by the gypsies, their gang disbanded and later on, he and Drusilla traveled to the states.
He was able to kill another slayer in the eighties, which is where he got his black leather coat and has been since been wearing it everyday. He fell madly in love with Buffy Summers, his once loathed mortal enemy, and had sacrificed his life for her and the world.
He was accidentally resurrected in Los Angeles by the Angel crew and his severe love for Buffy had prevailed through the rebirth.
That faithful night when all Hell broke loose in L.A., battered and bloodied Spike roamed the Hell consumed town for demons to slaughter. One especially caught his eye. The Kayta Demon. In one swift break of the neck, he felled the demon, but not before it injected its thick and sickly poison into the vampire. Spike stumbled away from the battleground as the poison took hold of him, leaving him confused, yet hungry. A powerful, but familiar hunger that had for some time lay dormant within him. One that had just awakened. He was ready to feed.
On his way out of L.A., he slew a few more demons until he ran into a familiar face. Drusilla. She was bent over some pathetic little excuse of a mortal and her face was slathered in his blood. His beautiful queen looked positively breathtaking surrounded by the calamitous town and even more so when she dropped the dry corpse at her feet. Instantly bedazzled, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from the town, where they fled to the closest hellmouth in Misery. Her love for Spike had rekindled, as he was no longer the pathetic Buffy-chasing Spike she had once detested, but her beloved William the Bloody.
Personality: Never willing to back down from a fight, William the Bloody, or Spike, is a belligerent badass. He loves creating mass chaos among the innocents and enjoys even more tangoing with the Slayer. He does, however, go ballistic when the Scoobie gang foils his plans and has to take it out on innocents when his plans fall through. He is impatient and intolerant when it comes to those who challenge his power and insists on showing them just how powerful he is when he stakes them or sucks them dry. Always masculine and always true to his vampiric self, Spike is never fake nor feminine and will, if provoked, kick your ass.
Interests & Hobbies: Adores Drusilla, great sex, cigarettes, killing, blood, fighting, and booze. He detests, however, Buffy, slayers, Angel, fire, sunlight, the scoobie gang, and overall do-gooders.
Strengths: His fighting, his lack of morals, his lack of a conscience, Drusilla
Weaknesses: Drusilla, the sunlight
Sample RP:
He leaned against the cool brick wall of The Bronze, hidden deep in the veil of thick shadows. The only light in the alley was the minute ember flickering off of his dying cigarette. The night was young and so was he. 128 years young to be exact.
The door to the club flung open and he instantly whirled around to see what the movement was due to. A girl. The corners of his pale mouth tugged into a smirk as the door fell closed—trapping the entrancing heavy beats in and the lone mortal out. The shadowy figure took another long drag of his cigarette before flicking it aside to the cold pavement where its embers licked the floor until its final fade.
He began taking brisk, yet steady steps toward the girl until he finally reached her. His hot breath reached the nape of her neck, which surely, he thought, sent chills down her spine.
“A little late to be out, don’t you think, love?” he asked, his voice low and velvety in her ear.
She spun around, stake in hand and hate in her eyes. Taken aback, he retreated a few steps, his eyes still focused on hers.
“Slayer!” he spat in a low throaty snarl.
“Spike,” she greeted, cemented in place. She held the stake casually in her hand and let her ruby lips turn upward into her sickeningly sweet smile. Oh, how he hated that smile. No matter. He wouldn’t have to see it after he ripped it from her face.
Age: Well over 128 years old. "Reborn" in 1880
Gender: Male
Cannon: Yes
Species: Vampire
Powers: Advanced in strength, speed, stamina and resistance. Skilled in combat.
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: www.bbc.co.uk/cult/buffy/gallery/spike/images/340/spike15.jpg
History:
Sniveling little William had been the laugh of the town after a poem he had written for his beloved Cecily was presented before an entire party.
Crestfallen and embarrassed beyond belief, William wandered the streets heartbroken. Luck had it for him that night as he met a beautiful mystery by the name of Drusilla. Offering him the world, she sired him then and there in the alleyway.
For a while, he traveled with Drusilla, Angel and Darla around Europe and Asia, creating mass chaos and death wherever they ventured. There in China, he killed a slayer and he and Drusilla basked in her blood. When Angel was cursed with a soul by the gypsies, their gang disbanded and later on, he and Drusilla traveled to the states.
He was able to kill another slayer in the eighties, which is where he got his black leather coat and has been since been wearing it everyday. He fell madly in love with Buffy Summers, his once loathed mortal enemy, and had sacrificed his life for her and the world.
He was accidentally resurrected in Los Angeles by the Angel crew and his severe love for Buffy had prevailed through the rebirth.
That faithful night when all Hell broke loose in L.A., battered and bloodied Spike roamed the Hell consumed town for demons to slaughter. One especially caught his eye. The Kayta Demon. In one swift break of the neck, he felled the demon, but not before it injected its thick and sickly poison into the vampire. Spike stumbled away from the battleground as the poison took hold of him, leaving him confused, yet hungry. A powerful, but familiar hunger that had for some time lay dormant within him. One that had just awakened. He was ready to feed.
On his way out of L.A., he slew a few more demons until he ran into a familiar face. Drusilla. She was bent over some pathetic little excuse of a mortal and her face was slathered in his blood. His beautiful queen looked positively breathtaking surrounded by the calamitous town and even more so when she dropped the dry corpse at her feet. Instantly bedazzled, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from the town, where they fled to the closest hellmouth in Misery. Her love for Spike had rekindled, as he was no longer the pathetic Buffy-chasing Spike she had once detested, but her beloved William the Bloody.
Personality: Never willing to back down from a fight, William the Bloody, or Spike, is a belligerent badass. He loves creating mass chaos among the innocents and enjoys even more tangoing with the Slayer. He does, however, go ballistic when the Scoobie gang foils his plans and has to take it out on innocents when his plans fall through. He is impatient and intolerant when it comes to those who challenge his power and insists on showing them just how powerful he is when he stakes them or sucks them dry. Always masculine and always true to his vampiric self, Spike is never fake nor feminine and will, if provoked, kick your ass.
Interests & Hobbies: Adores Drusilla, great sex, cigarettes, killing, blood, fighting, and booze. He detests, however, Buffy, slayers, Angel, fire, sunlight, the scoobie gang, and overall do-gooders.
Strengths: His fighting, his lack of morals, his lack of a conscience, Drusilla
Weaknesses: Drusilla, the sunlight
Sample RP:
He leaned against the cool brick wall of The Bronze, hidden deep in the veil of thick shadows. The only light in the alley was the minute ember flickering off of his dying cigarette. The night was young and so was he. 128 years young to be exact.
The door to the club flung open and he instantly whirled around to see what the movement was due to. A girl. The corners of his pale mouth tugged into a smirk as the door fell closed—trapping the entrancing heavy beats in and the lone mortal out. The shadowy figure took another long drag of his cigarette before flicking it aside to the cold pavement where its embers licked the floor until its final fade.
He began taking brisk, yet steady steps toward the girl until he finally reached her. His hot breath reached the nape of her neck, which surely, he thought, sent chills down her spine.
“A little late to be out, don’t you think, love?” he asked, his voice low and velvety in her ear.
She spun around, stake in hand and hate in her eyes. Taken aback, he retreated a few steps, his eyes still focused on hers.
“Slayer!” he spat in a low throaty snarl.
“Spike,” she greeted, cemented in place. She held the stake casually in her hand and let her ruby lips turn upward into her sickeningly sweet smile. Oh, how he hated that smile. No matter. He wouldn’t have to see it after he ripped it from her face.