Post by stilwater on Aug 21, 2011 1:54:12 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
MICHAEL ALLEN STILWATER
[/color][/font]MICHAEL ALLEN STILWATER
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Michael Allen Stilwater.”Mike”.
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October 12,1989./21 years old
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male
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bisexual
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Halfblood(half vampire/half human)
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slytherin
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Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Being Division
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Alex Varkatzas
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Light hazel
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brown
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Two sleeve tattoos,one across his abdomen that says”passion”with wings on both sides,and A chest piece of a heart in chains..
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
death/dying alone
birds
losing control
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Although he has given up on it,he would like to be married before the age of forty.
To free the vampire image,and show the wizarding world that not all creatures are evil just because a select few happen to be.
To remember his past in entirety.to remember everything that his mid has locked away over time,so tha he can connect evrythng together in his life
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Michael loves the sound of classical music playing over the brisk night air,as he sits alone in his bedroom with A glass of whatever he feels in the mood for.
The taste of a slice of pizza after it’s sat in his refrigerator for the night.
He also likes to play a little guitar in his spare time, when he isn’t doing work for his department in the ministry.
He likes to relax after a long day of being around people with a good book,he loves thrillers and mystery novels, as well as biographies, and supernatural stories.
He likes to read, and hear stories, and tall tales about vampires, and other creatures from muggles who have no idea what he is.
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Big crowds.
Hypocrites, and two faced friends.
People with closed minds, who refuse to consider that something other than what they believe is right.
Over religious people that attempt to force their ideas on him.
Cajun food.
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Although he refuses to acknowledge it, Michael has A talent for writing.
He is determined, and doesn’t give up until he succeeds at what he is going for.
His mind, he is unbelievably smart.
Doesn’t buckle under pressure, and can take charge in any situation if needed.
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Beautiful women, he’s a sucker for a good looking girl
His back, although he has a strong posture,his back has always been rather weak.
His heart, he’s given it out, and had it broken so many times he’s lost count, and he’s slowly building a wall around it, but it’s always going to be his biggest weakness.
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Michael is a laid back sort of person with his head on his shoulders. It takes a lot to upset him, though certain topics can set him off rather quickly. The tattoos covering his body hide the scars of past afflictions. Although he seems to be doing well for himself happiness is something that escapes his grasp time, and time again. His eyes tell stories of a broken soul, a man who has withstood every tragedy, and obstacle thrown at him, but lost a piece of his soul with each battle. He hasn’t always made the smartest choices, yet he has always made the choice that seems right at the moment. Although his life seems to be in ruins he still finds the time to do one of the few things that he still enjoys, which is writing music, which he plays on his grand piano sitting in the living room.
His generosity has often led people to take advantage of him. His hand always goes out to those in need, but the few times when his pride is swallowed and he needs their help he can’t seem to find any of the friends he thought he knew. He stays to himself, often secluding himself within his home for weeks on end without so much as a word to anyone. He prefers to be alone. It’s better for him that way. At least that’s how he sees it. His heritage keeps his emotions on edge, though he hides it all quite well. After years of being alone he has given up on finding that “special someone”, though his hopes will never die.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
Mother-Miranda Lynn Stilwater. pure blood witch
Father-Jason Christopher Stilwater. Pure blood vampire
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place of residence
London
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Michael Stilwater hasn’t ever had it easy. From the time he was able to walk he would be burdened with things no soul should ever have to deal with. At age ten, after years of living in ignorance, his father sat him down to have a one on one talk. His words surrounded legend, folklore, and the darkest fathoms of life. The one thing that would change Michael’s life from then on out was when his father grabbed Michael’s shoulder, looked into his eyes, and with seriousness swimming in his pupils, and painted over his lips he said. ”Michael, I was born a vampire, and I’m not a wizard like your mother.” Michael did nothing but stare for what seemed like an eternity until finally the words swelling in his throat began to spill from his mouth. “So….so does that mean I’m a vampire too?”
Growing up in Hogwarts was hard enough, but add in the fact that he was not only half breed, but his other half was something the rest of the children were taught to despise, to fear. That’s where he began to like his seclusion, but also where he found what he wanted to do with his life. To build the ties between creatures, and humans. He saw how cruel people could be, but he loved his classes. He loved learning, and studying, but most of all he loved potions. He was always learning something new. Always something interesting. On his seventeenth birthday he awoke to the sound of lightning roaring through the heavens like never before. His feet couldn’t carry him fast enough down the stairs as he searched for his parents. Something in his gut felt off that day, but he chalked it up to excitement, and thought no more of it. The kitchen was empty, and silent. No bacon frying, no pancakes sizzling, nothing, but the eerie silence. Without a word he made his way to the living room where, lying on the floor covered in fresh blood he saw his mother, naked. Her eyes were stone, but still wide open. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. Everything that happened after that has been a blur. Even now he can’t remember what happened. The story he got from the police (damn those wizard cops!) was too much to comprehend. His father had killed his mother in what they referred to as a “Vamp rage”. Sometimes he has nightmares of things he can’t recall, but they never make sense. Maybe one day.
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
Chris
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<1 year
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Hugs and kisses
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rp sample here please
The fire was burning bright. Michael stared into the dancing flames, his thoughts somewhere else. The body lying on the burning pile was slowly fading into nothing more than charred bones, and broken remains. He tried to block out what had happened, but the image of the woman begging for her life stayed with him in his mind’s eye. Haunting him like a plague. He gazed around the fire, his eyes falling on his companion, who sat on a broken log staring down at his bare feet with guilt ridden eyes. “What have we done, Michael?” Michael was silent for a moment, and then. “We….we’re murderers…we killed her. I don’t even know who she is. Or was.”
The image flashed once more, Michael closed his eyes as a tear started to build up. The blood around his lips, and jaw has long since dried, but the taste as well as the scent still remains. He licks his lips as his mind wonders aimlessly. His eyes, although tear filled are glazed over like they were hours ago when he drained the woman of her life. Every part of the woman’s body from the neck down ha burnt away, but almost as if mocking him for his sins, the neck up remains intact. Her eyes wide open and staring at him. The life that once fluttered in those eyes have been replaced by nothing, but emptiness. Their thirst has gotten the best of them both…….once again.
this app was made by morning glorious of caution and the image by BRI ?! of caution.
