WITTMAN, kayde jacob

[kayde jacob wittman]

* kayde jacob whittman

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NAME: kayde jacob whittman
NICKNAMES: just kayde
AGE/BIRTHDAY: 23, actually 179. August 1st
RACE: vampire
GROUP: high roller
POSITION: second hand
PLAYBY: chace crawford

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HISTORY

"I had a good life. I had family, I had my own land... I was living a good life. That is until the neighboring town attacked my small village in the dead of the night over land issues. They caught houses on fire, Killed our live stock and started killing unsuspecting sleeping people before the alarm was raised. I fought like a warrior, taking out every damned man I came in contact with. I was ruthless. This was my home and I would not let them destroy it. I was taking them on two, even three at a time, not planning on stopping until every one of their worthless bodies were dead on the ground. It was only a matter of time before the others noticed that I was the biggest threat against them in this war, and it wasn't long before I had several guys on me . It was that moment that I knew I was going to die... and I was ready for it, but not before I took out as many of those damn townsmen as I could. I went down stabbing in every direction I could, and then everything went black.

I remember waking up with this gut wrenching thirst. I was so thirsty......I had never felt this way before. I could smell blood all around me, and it smelled.....good. A man stood holding a bloodied man by his neck, and I couldn't stop myself....I bit into his neck and drained him of all of his blood. I was mortified, what had I done? What had possessed me to do such a thing? Then I realized.... the man who stood before me was a vampire, and clearly, he had certainly doomed me to that life as well. I had heard legends, and now I had seen one...I was one. But I was feeling better than I had in years...I could hear better, see better, I was stronger.... I spent the next several nights with this man, whose name I learned was William. I felt this strong connection to him, this constant need to please him in any way I could. I wanted his approval, which was odd, as I had never felt the need to do that before. He taught me the ropes of being a vampire, how I couldn't go out in the day light unless I wanted to die. How to avoid turning anyone into a vampire, and such. After that, we parted ways. I felt the need to be alone for a while.

I spent several decades on my own. Coming across the rare vampire or two along the way, but for the most part, I was alone. A nomad trying to find his way. I traveled much of the known world, killing when I had to without remorse. This is who I had become. Around 1930 I made my way to America. Traveled all the way to Portland Oregon where I had heard from a few Vampires in New York that I could find William, my sire. This is where I have been ever since. Though things have quite changed. I am the right hand man for Williams brother, Nathan.... William has had himself exiled, and now my loyalties are torn."

PERSONALITY

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Kayde is a rather quiet and thoughtful person. He spends more time observing his surroundings and situation than contributing to the conversation. He is his own man... or at least he tries to be. If he thinks something is wrong, he will tell you. He does not like doing the dirty work for the High Rollers, and avoids doing so as often as he can. He tries to seem uninterested in most things though. He doesn't like reveling things about himself, as he feels that it gives the enemy an upper hand. He is protective of the few in his life that he actually feels an emotional attachment to, and would do anything in his power to protect them. He is a deadly fighter. It does not take him long to notice your strengths and weaknesses, and he can figure out a way to use them against you. He rarely does blood bonds. He does not like the feeling of owing anybody anything. He'd rather hang alone than with a crowd, though its nearly impossible with his level in the High Rollers. He feels hardly anything when he kills a human anymore. In fact, a lot of times he feels pretty emotionless.

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ohhai thar, my name's sammie and i've been roleplaying for lots of years! i know, i'm pretty swell at this stuff by now. you don't believe me? shame on you! oh well i also play scarlett! and one more thing! this is it![/center]