Leon De Lorme

[Leon De Lorme]

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And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.


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(your details)

so hello there the name's Jordan and i have been rocking it on this earth for long enough.
i have been running with the vampires for four years you might also
know me as Tradger or Jess. you can contact me at [e-mail].
and this is one of my master pieces:
Crash!

Jess looked up from his book, hardly surprised by the sound of breaking dishes outside of his bedroom door. He stared at the Bob Marley poster that was plastered to the door for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should continue reading or relocate to a quieter area. Another crash and a string of curses answered his question. Jess swung his legs over the side of his bed. He plucked his lucky leather jacket off of the bed post and shrugged it on. The garment was covered in scratches and smudges, and on the shoulder had a patch tailored on of wings. He slipped his book—a well worn copy of The Grapes of Wrath—into the inside pocket of his jacket and zipped it up.

With a black beanie pulled on over his unruly waves to keep is ears warm, Jess checked to make sure he had the necessary pack of cigarettes and lighter in his jeans pocket. With his survival gear all ready he swung his door open with a bang. His hair-brained mother and jackass of a husband didn’t notice. They were too busy with some other matters…on the kitchen counter.

Well…I’m not eating off of there ever again. He thought disgustedly as he slammed the door behind him. Alice, his step-sister, had been wise. She was spending the weekend out camping somewhere with her friends. She needed the cleansing of fresh air, she claimed. Jess knew she was aware of the added bonus of not having to curse the thin walls of their apartment. Jess paused at the edge of the side walk to look both ways. Not in fear of being hit and brought to his death by a speeding taxi, but because he had absolutely no idea where his destination was from here.

China Town didn’t sound too bad. But the others would never let him read in peace, in stead opting to lecture him about his smoking habit. He scowled and pulled his beanie tighter over his skull as a particular harsh wind bit at his exposed skin. He had lived in New York all his life, but still the cold had yet to really grow on him. Jess walked slowly down the side walk, his shoulders hunched against another howl of wind. He found his motorcycle, unharmed where he had parked it last.

Jess smirked as taxi’s honked their horns as he sped past them. He weaved in and out of the bright yellow obstacles. With still no exact destination, Jess just turned on a whim (often resulting in a sharp turn that nearly made him lose control of the bike). After a nice ride, Jess slowed to a stop near Central Park. He snorted softly as he lifted the helmet from his head and pulled the beanie back down over his ears. Figures he’d end up here. Jess frequented Central Park, though he was careful to avoid getting very close to the entrance to the Seeli Court. The Fair Folk lived up to their name alright, but he wasn’t very keen on getting duped into staying there until is dying day.

For fear of his backside freezing to the seat of a bench, Jess simply walked about the park. With shaking hands he lit up a cigarette and hastily shoved his hands back into his pockets. Inhaling the hot smoke helped him feel a bit better. He wasn’t much paying attention to where he walked, or anything else around him for that matter. Jess’s mind had wandered elsewhere, a far away land where it wasn’t cold and he had enough money to buy himself an apartment and get away from his mother and step-father. So, it wasn’t too much surprise when he walked smack into another person.

Jess quickly leapt back, his cigarette falling from his lips. During the girl’s berating, he was looking tragically down to his fallen cigarette. It wasn’t like those things were cheap. What a waste. His dark eyes flickered back up to the girl he had walked into and didn’t utter any sort of apology.

Bloody hell. Walk much?!

He looked her over with a bored expression and stepped out of her way. “I walk quite often, actually.”

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(the character)[/center]

full name: Leon Dorian De Lorme
age: Looks to be in his mid to late twenties—lost track of his actual age some time ago
date of birth: January 3rd
hometown: Montepellier, France
species: Vampire
sub-species: Golden Eyes
ability: N/A
diet: Vegetarian
playby: Henry Cavill

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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned

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(the quirks)[/center]

likes & dislikes:
+travel
+myths
+nice clothing; suite and tie
+books, particularly the classics
+wolves, to eat
+people watching
+dance

-idle hands
-push-overs
-ignorance
-clutter
-metal, rock, or rap music

strengths & weaknesses:
+Handsome
+Great dancer
+Very Calm
+Charismatic

-Judges people quickly
-A beautiful woman
-Quiet
-Still has a difficult time controlling his blood lust

personality: Typically a very quiet man, Leon is perfectly at home in the background watching others as they go about their business. He has a tendency to analyze them all and can judge a person very quickly based on their mannerisms. While this isn’t typically very smart, his impressions of people are seldom wrong. Leon is very calm and can sit and smile no matter how loud someone yells at him and he will reply in his same, quiet voice. He can be quite the charmer, able to talk about almost any subject and can take any side in a debate.

Leon has a bad tendency to not open up to others fully about himself. He can ask questions about another person’s life and their likes and dislikes for hours but will swiftly side step any questions directed at him. He likes to be kept busy, even if that means merely going for a walk on the town at night. He’s gotten so bored before that he had completely rearranged his entire home in France, and then put it back exactly how he had it before. Leon prefers to keep things clean and neat, and that includes his appearance. He’s seldom seen in casual clothing, preferring a suite and tie to a t-shirt and jeans.

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You're gonna die to try what can't be done

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(the history)[/center]

mother: Adelé De Lorme (deceased)
father: Marcel De Lorme (deceased)
siblings: None
other family: Most extended family is dead and forgotten

the history: Leon knows he was born in the late 1800’s in Montepellier—possibly a few years before ’89 because he distinctly remembers the fuss when the Eiffel Tower was built in Paris. He was an only child to Adele and Marcel De Lorme. They lived a simple life but for most of his adolescence Leon strived for more- more money, better clothes, a better home. He was very ambitious and worked hard to earn the money he did before his “death”. He was 29 when World War I began and was enlisted in the French army to serve his country. But just before he left he met a woman.

Jacqueline was probably the most stunning creature he had ever laid eyes on and he quickly succumbed to her charm and beauty. Leon De Lorme never reported for duty. He had run off with his mysterious beauty. Jacqueline had intended on killing the young soldier but she wasn’t the only one who was charming. Interested in him, she decided to turn him instead. The process was painful but through it all she assured him that with an immortal life, he would know riches no man had ever seen before.

Their romance was short lived, however. Upon turning, Leon was in a state of absolute shock and in a fury killed his creator—much to his remorse later on. Leon gained a fair amount of control over himself after a while and was very strategic about his killings around the city. Over the years he met a few nomadic vampires and learned more about his race. It was when he began his travels, bored with France, that he learned of the vegetarian vampires. He came across a small family of vegetarian vampires. After some persuasion they convinced him of their way of life and he even lived with them for a short time learning to control himself. After such he continued his travels, occasionally returning to his home in France.

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Gonna stay stay out but you don't care

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(the credit)

so this short application was made by ; drunken waltz of CAUTION 2.0.
lyrics are from Spotlight by Mute Math which is from the Twilight soundtrack.
please don't remove the credit, otherwise i might be tempted to chop your fingers
off or i may just bury you under the floarboards......kidding, but yeah i'm serious
about the removing credit bit, it stays where it is. this app form was made for a
twilight rpg hence the twilight lyrics, but i guess you could use it for any other type
of vampire/supernatural RPG. a link back to where you're using it would be nice.
cheers, and enjoy. [/center]