Vampire?!

[Imorta Thaw]

My eyes are open wide

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.Name: Spass Nakravu
.Nickname(s): Just Spass, thank you very much.
.Age: immortal. It doesn't matter to him how old he is, so why should it matter to you? (he acts like a 20 year old without commitments)
.DOB: 20 March
.Species: Strigoi
.Student or teacher: Doesn't apply.

I've done the best I can

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.Hair: Black and highly uncooperative. Not that Spass minds anymore: he just lets it fly loose as it wills. The effect is a very ruffled look that some hormonal teenagers find sexy, but most people just find messy.
.Eyes: Red. The color of the damned. Funny how that works. You become Strigoi, and everyone can tell. Good thing that's the only drawback to immortality.
.Height: Tall enough to see over the heads of most people in the crowd, yet not so tall as to be the object of attention in such crowds. Neither is he tall enough to have to duck to fit into doorways. Swinging cupboards on the other hand have given him headaches on more than one occasion.
.Build: Spass is slender and hates "working out" to no end. He is not one to value brute strength over speed and endurance. His lifestyle keeps him in shape, and his constant nightly outings make him both a deadly sprinter, and a long distance runner.
.Body Markings/Scars: Clean as a whistle. (not sure if that's the phrase I'm looking for, but the point is that he has no scars.)
.Appearance: Although for all intents and purposes immortal, Spass looks like the twenty year old that he was when he was turned. His body is in peak condition, and the nightly "runs" he goes on go nothing to get rid of the healthy muscle tone that has built up over the centuries. He has never been overweight, so his skin was never stretched and doesn't jiggle nauseatingly whenever he moves. It is, however, unnaturally white.

Spass's face is the average oval and doesn't bring attention to it self as it lacks severe edges. He is unshaven most of the time, giving him almost a feral look that is entirely contradictory to the soft lines of his face. His unruly black hair is longer in the back than in the front, where he regularly trims it to keep it out of his eyes. Sometimes, he lets it grow long enough to braid. In such cases, there is almost always something hidden at the base of the braid.
.Celebrity Claim: Ben Foster

I hope they understand

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.Likes:

• The night
  
• Jogging in the forest
  
• killing
  
• Doing whatever he feels like
  
• Trailing/Stalking people
  

.Dislikes:

• Being restrained
  
• Being helpless
  
• Waiting for no reason
  
• Being hot
  
• Routine
  

.Strengths:

• Fast on short distances and can run for long periods of time
  
• Knows exactly how his body works (agile)
  
• Accurate with knives
  
• Good at hand to hand combat
  

.Weaknesses:

• Not strong
  
• Not much for book studies
  
• care free and rash: "drunk on immortality"
  

.Talents:

• Throwing knives
  
• Hand to hand combat
  

.Hobbies:

• Killing people! (and scaring them, and molesting them, and making their lives miserable, etc.)
  
• Long runs through the forest by the light of the moon
  
• Taking random dares from people he doesn't know
  

.Phobias: None
.Power: None
.Weapons: Throwing knifes with which he is very accurate are his primary weapons. He keeps them stashed all around his body. They vary in size, and more than half of them are poisoned. (He doesn't do that himself but has a good provider)
Spass can also use a bow and sword with varying skill, but only as a hobby. He actually despises the simplicity of the sword and its lack of delicacy. He does enjoy archery, but he's not much of a master: he doesn't have enough strength to have accuracy at long distances. Short distances are fine however.
But none of the afore mentioned weapons are his primary defenses. In fact, he considers himself a failure if he has to resort to such aids. He prefers hand to hand combat.
.Personality: Carefree to the point of insanity. Spass is so drunk on his immortality that he really doesn't care what happens. Psychologists may say that he's in denial, but he just wants to have fun. The way Spass sees it, he's not human, so why should he act like it? Immortality is awesome, and he plans to make the most of it.
However, he rarely converts people. He prefers to simply drink their blood and kill them. He feels no remorse, and only disgust at those that do. Not that he's a one dementional psychopathic maniac. He enjoys going to parties and dancing to earth shaking music just as much as he likes creepily following innocent school girls home under the cover of the dark.

Please don't cry one tear for me

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.Mother: Nastya Nakravu (long gone and turned to dust)
.Father: Vladimir Nakravu (dead and rotting, Spass checked)
.Siblings: None that Spass or I know of

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance

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.History: Spass doesn't remember when he was born, or much about his childhood really. It doesn't matter. Those times are long gone, and dwelling on them won't help anything. He does remember coming from some sort of important house hold or other. Not that it did him any good. He was turned, and then came the hunger. The thirst. And once that was indulged, came the endless hiding and chasing and fear. He spent years in self loathing, always too much of a coward to take his own life and spare the millions he would kill. It took Spass a long time to get out of his depression, and by the time he did, the world had moved on. So Spass learned to let go. To enjoy himself. To love life and immortality. Now, he's just making up for lost time. Living life to the fullest. Never looking back.



_{Please do not delete this credit!
Lyrics- Second Chance by Shinedown. Awsome song.
Profile created by me (Phoenix)}

[Imorta Thaw]

Live

It was dark outside: the sun long set. The wind blew softly, stirring up leaves, creating masterpieces of art that were continuously being destroyed. A fence cut through the heart of a small field, empty of human life. An owl hooted contently overhead, its wings making no noise at all. Spass smiled enviously at its stealth: no matter how well trained a strigoi became, the owls would always have the night. But you can't have it all, after all, Spass had immortality. The thing that humans sought with single-minded determination.

This thought brought a frown to the otherwise happy looking face: humans never knew what they wanted. How often would a newly turned human despair when he realized the price of immortality. Only the cheese in the mousetrap is free. Came a whisper of memory. Unbidden. As if dosed with cold water, Spass shook himself violently. His eyes narrowed for a moment. He did not need to remember.

Like yesterday's forgotten

Disgusted with himself, the creature of the night almost flung himself against the fence in frustration. But Spass was not one to sulk for long, and by the time he sat down with his back to the fence, the frown and look of disgust were long gone. He wondered aimlessly why he had relapsed into such a painful memory. He was hungry, the strigoi decided.

Yes, now that he thought about it, he hadn't eaten all night, and the sun had set hours ago. The sky was dark, the young moon giving little illumination. Spass liked his sharp canines. Thirsty. Decisively thirsty. But it would be too much trouble to go to the town: it was so far away. He could sit there, by the fence; maybe some lost soul would wander by. Maybe he would get to drink his fill without bothering to make the odyssey to the nearest town

Spass's head gave a small nod, almost without his consent, and the strigoi wrapped his coat closer around himself, closed his eyes, and let his night senses expand. His hearing sharpened, and his nose began separating out the smells that the ever changing wind carried to him. It was a wonderful, cool night. Perfect for a long, delicious, drink.

And tomorrow'll never come

[Imorta Thaw]

Live

He knew how to be silent. How to walk through the night with none the wiser, but what's the fun in that? No. A shadow could only enjoy the thrill of someone else's chase. But that sort of existence was not for Spass. What's the point of immortality if you hide in the shadows for all eternity?

So Spass did not lurk, did not wear absurd glasses to cover his eyes. He delighted in the terrified looks that passerbys gave him when he nodded hello to them and gave them his best smile. They needn't have worried: watching them squirm was much funner than simply drinking their blood. Although, that didn't mean that the thought didn't cross his mind.

Like yesterday's forgotten

But the passerbys were few, and far between, and the stroll was getting monotonous. So, making sure no one was around, Spass tossed his black trench coat on the road, and began climbing up the nearest tree. It was an oak, ancient and leafy, and the slight wind that ruffled the leaves would give the Strigoi enough cover.

Taking care not to rip his jeans or long sleeved black shirt, Spass chose the branch that would give him most cover, and settled in to wait. Anyone foolish or curious enough to investigate the coat on the ground would be in for a nasty surprise. And it would serve as a fair challenge to any other creature of the night who would probably recognize the slight smell on blood on it for what it was: Spass's most recent killing.

And tomorrow'll never come

She ran along the track, music blasting into her ears as she hummed along to her ipod. the cool breeze sent a slight shiver down her back. she slowed to a walk before stopping as she winced from a sore muscle in her side. her legs screamed at her in agony as well. looking at the glow in the dark watch, it told her that the school's curfew was 10 minutes away. she felt the wind blow again, this time it brought the scent of something familiar and yet fearful as well. curiosity got the better of her as she wandered onto another track, seeing a dark shape up ahead. she hadnt been around this part of the track before. the scent had grown stronger. her instincts told her to run back, head straight of school, but her mind forced her legs to move forward, wondering what the shape was up ahead. she popped the earphones out of her ears, cautiously walking up to it, finding that it was only a coat. figuring someone had dropped it on their run, she decided to pick it up and hand it to the lost property department at school. she turned and at that instant she knew something was wrong. fear crept into her as her eyes darted around.

*not mine

Live

Spass heard her before he saw her. It wasn't that he had particularly good hearing; it was just that from his perch, he really couldn't see her. Even when she was right under him, he could only make out the top of her head. He could tell that see was young, and the salty smell of sweat was unmistakable. Young, tired, and too curious for her own good. Fascinating. Why was she still alive in this ruthless world?

Unfortunately, the strigoi didn't seriously consider that question. He wasn't much of a strategist beyond the straightforward set a trap, hide sort of thing. So, instead of thinking about the dangers, Spass just let himself drop to the ground behind his new plaything.

Like yesterday's forgotten

Landing with a small plop behind her, Spass stood up from the crouching position he had landed in before speaking. But speak he did, "Wasn't there a saying about curiosity killing cats?" Spass's voice seemed honestly curious, "Or did that go out of style?" His eyes flashed dangerously, the strigoi making no attempt to conceal his identity. The only precaution he had taken was landing out of the girl's reach.

And even that bit of forethought became obsolete as Spass stretched out his open hand in invitation for the girl to return the old coat.

And tomorrow'll never come

She almost jumped when she heard a noise behind her. she didnt want to turn around and yet her legs forced her too. she stared at the male, her eyes met his and she gulped, knowing what he was. she wondered how he had gotten into the school when she saw him hold his hand out for the coat. sure she was blonde and he may have thought she was stupid, ok well maybe she was a little for not bringing her friends but she wasnt about to take a step near the guy. she clung to the coat, a slight shiver ran down her spine and she wasnt sure if it was due to the cold or from fear.
She gulped again before speaking, ignoring his questions."ho...how did you get in here?" she asked, hoping there wasnt anymore Strigoi around, 1 she probably be able to handle, any more then that, well she would be royally screwed. she glanced behind her, it was a clear get away, yet she knew that the strigoi would probably catch up to her in no time.

*not mine

Live

Spass looked at the girl in front of him quizzically. "ho...how did you get in here?" She had asked. Although new to the area, Spass understood her question. But the girl didn't need to know that. He smiled pleasantly again, feigning stupidity, "I jumped down." The words were accompanied by a vague gesture towards the tree they were under. Its dark leafy foliage gave no clue as to how many strigoi might be hiding. Not that there were any, that night, Spass liked solitude.

If one thing besides his nighttime ritual was apparent, it was that he wasn't much frightened by the girl. His stance was by no means defensive. He wasn't overly confident, no. It's just that after decades of immortality, one tends to forget that he is not entirely untouchable, and there really are things that could kill him.

Like yesterday's forgotten

While he was talking, Spass studied the girl in front of him. She looked young, either in her last year of teenagedome, or in her yearly twenties. Just as he had been when he had been turned. The memory came unbidden. Spass refused to dwell on the past. So, with a slight primal growl deep in his throat, the strigoi bit into his tongue, drawing blood. Although it was only a drop, the coppery taste overwhelmed his senses for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Spass reigned in his desire for blood. Instead, he took a slight step forward, his arm still lazily extended, waiting for his coat. The smile had returned to his face as he noticed the girl holding on to the ancient thing with a death grip. Now, with his arm extended, he was close enough for the girl to reach out and place the coat on his outstretched arm.

And tomorrow'll never come

she raised an eyebrow at his answer, well obviously he had jumped down, what she wanted to know how he got past the fence and barriers the teachers had put up. she was about to open her mouth to speak, when she heard him growl. she flinched like she had just been slapped. she watched him take a step forward. hoping that was all he wanted, she knelt down, her eyes never leaving him as she placed the coat on the ground, there was no way in hell she was going to hand it straight to him. she straightened before taking a step back, pale moonlight played against her face as she stepped into a section that wasnt covered over by leaves. She brushed her fringe out of her eyes, still intent on watching him whilst listening out for others. she took another quick glance at her watch, saying that the teachers should be making there way around the forest looking for stray students, unless he... no she wouldn't, she refused to think that he may have killed the teachers.

Live

Spass watched her curiously. All her actions pointed towards her being terrified. She wouldn't even hand him the coat for heaven's sakes. But, she wasn't running. Sure, she stuttered a little when she ask him how he got there, but that was to be expected. The point was, she wasn't running. That was... refreshing. So many mortals just ran. Stupid as that was- running from a strigoi was pointless. They could easily out run and outdistance any human, as long as the sun did not rise.

Spass looked down at the coat absently. While he was considering whether it was worth his while to pick up the coat, he didn't notice the girl move back. Still looking at the coat, the strigoi said "Thanks." His voice preoccupied.

Like yesterday's forgotten

Staring down at that coat, Spass got a sudden urge to see just how scared the girl was. He looked up at her, and his previously friendly smile turned murderous. His whole body tensed, preparing for a leap. His instincts kicked in, the smell of sweat sweetly mixing with the musky smell of the trail.

Without bothering to conceal his murderous intentions, Spass leaped at the girl. He wasn't going to kill her. No, she was too interesting to kill during the first meeting. No. Spass only wanted to see what the girl would do when a full blooded Strigoi leaped at her with murderous intent.

But he would not kill her. After all, he hadn't even asked her name yet.

And tomorrow'll never come

She nodded at him as he thanked her for the coat. still not moving her eyes off him, she saw his look change in an instant. she knew what was coming, she hoped that he wouldnt attack her, yet she was wrong as she watched him leap. she let out a startled cry. she tried to run, yet her legs collapsed underneath her, letting her crumple to the ground. she held her hands out to protect her when she realised that she wasnt without any weapons. she had the power of fire, and she could recall that some damphirs said fire could harm strigoi. she let the flames flicker in her hands, hoping to scare him this time.
"stay back," she commanded, her fear had resided a bit, yet it was still there, wanting to creep back into her.

Live

Seeing the girl crumble in the face of his attack only urged Spass on. He had planned to pull his leap just short of her neck, but seeing her crumble made him change his plan. Still moving at average human speed, Spass changed his aim slightly, going for her hands, hoping to render her motionless. Not the smartest thing he'd done that night.

The hiss that slipped though Spass’s teeth when he came in contact with the girl’s hands sounded as if a jug of water had been spilled on a campfire. Burned, the strigoi jerked back a foot, a hurt expression on his face.

His breath coming in short gasps, the man tried to bring his concentration back to the girl in front of him. It was nearly impossible. His hands pulsed with pain. Cradling them in his lap, and still in a crouch, Spass closed his eyes for a moment. His body waved slightly.

Like yesterday's forgotten

Vaguely, the strigoi wondered if biting his tongue again would help, but decided that he would have to get more than a few drops of the coppery liquid to still the pain in his hands.

Barely audible, Spass breathed out, “You could have said something…” but then grinned painfully at the concept. He would not have said anything in the girl’s place. But how could he have know that she was a fire user?! He was no mind reader, and she didn’t act like one of the most powerful Damphir species. She acted like a particularly brave human.

Feeling like he had hit upon a point worth investigating, Spass finally opened his eyes. Still on one knee, he was about the same height as the girl in front of him. And bent over as he was, he had to look up from under his eyebrows to look at her face. His expression was no longer pained, but there was no denying that his hands had been burned, and for a brief moment, he had lost all control over his nervous system.

And tomorrow'll never come

She had felt his hands around hers for a brief second, then a hiss of pain. she knew she had hurt him, her eyes didnt need to tell her that. she panted, placing her hands on the ground to steady herself. there she sat, watching the strigoi nurse his injured hands. she heard him speak, it was soft like the whisper of a wind, she almost missed what he had said.
"You didnt ask," she simply replied, yet she couldnt help but grin with him. true she hadnt intended on letting him know she wielded fire, she almost chuckled.
"Are you...alright?" she asked with concern, not believing that she had just asked a strigoi if he was fine. she could have kicked herself at that moment, maybe she'd let the strigoi do it for the stupid question. but then he wasnt exactly like others that she had heard and read about, he was somehow different.

Live

Slightly calmer now, Spass straightened a bit, still crouched on the ground. He smiled at her response. "You didn't ask." The words were so simple, and yet, she was right. He nodded his acceptance of the rebuke, "How foolish of me." His grin grew wider, revealing a pair of sharp fangs. However, his expression genially amused, and those two characteristics fought for control of his expression. Blood thirsty killer, or amused gentleman?

However, the girls' next phrase dispelled all doubt. "Are you...alright?" The words were said with so much concern that Spass almost felt guilty for his rude response. Almost, but not quiet.

Like yesterday's forgotten

The question was enough to send the near insane creature over the edge. Hearing the words, Spass broke out into uncontrollable laughter. Barking out his amusement to the world, the strigoi forgot all sense of caution. Tears of laughter sprung to his eyes. Struggling to catch his breath, and making for a rather absurd image, Spass choked out, "You're hilarious."

Now he really couldn't kill her. It took a lot to send him into hysterics, and the girl's sweat innocence did just that. It even made him send what little caution he had to the winds. Foolish though it was, Spass was laughing uncontrollably in the middle of a forest patrolled by powerful damphirs.

And tomorrow'll never come

[Imorta Thaw]

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