Xipil

[owtlaw1]

The Bard;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name:
Age: 19
Years of Rping: Six or so
Contact: Via PM would be best

ID Tag;;

Alias: The Bard
Name: Xipil
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight-ish
Real Age: 256
Physical Age: Late teens, early twenties
Species: Vampire
Sire: Atl
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic
Wealth: Well enough off to get whatever he wishes
Job: Traveling musician

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Can seduce entire crowds at once
2. Quick Witted
3. Wonderful Memory

Summary:
Xipil is known as The Bard for a reason, and that is because he can lull anyone into a tale as long as they hear his song. He has mastered how to not only place one person in a trance, but many at the exact same moment. As long as they continue to hear his music they will be stuck in his trance, there is little they can do about it. He is also extremely quick witted, if an odd situation appears he can find a solution within moments. Lastly his memory is amazing, he can remember entire songs by just playing them once and can recall a particular day a hundred years in the past.

Weakness:
1. Thinks to highly of himself.
2. Will sacrifice others to keep himself safe
3. Sees people as stepping stones

Summary:
Since Xipil can seduce almost whomever he wishes, he tends to have a gigantic ego. His heightened self esteem constantly gets him into problems, such as getting into situations which he can not get out of on his own. Yet that is fine, since he has nothing against sending dozens of innocent people to their doom just so that he can be safe once again. Humans, were-beings, even other Vampires are nothing but stepping stones for The Bard. In his mind he is the supreme being, and no one is worth half of what he is.

Appearance;;

Hair: Deep Red hair which travels the length of his back. Part of it is usually tied into a tight braid while the rest hangs over his front.
Eyes: Deep Red, same as his hair.
Height: 5'11"
Marks: None
Race: American
Skin Tone: Extremely pale
Body Type: Slim
Clothing Style: Eccentric. One moment he will wish to wear a kimono and the next jeans and a t-shirt will be fine.
Footwear: Whatever matches his outfit.

Summary:
While his clothing style and hair color might make some believe him to be a little odd just from first impressions, it is hard to ignore how beautiful he truly is. Every contour of his face seems to be perfect, his bone structure being immaculate. His pale skin actually looks oddly appealing in constrast to his hair and eye color, and his features are so fine they could be considered slightly feminine. His clothing style is eccentric at best, but no matter what he wears it merely seems to work for him.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Sex
2. Drugs
3. Rock and Roll

Dislikes:
1. Cats
2. Confined spaces
3. The quiet

Flaws:
1. Will freak out if held down
2. Has weak claustrophobia
3. Thinks to highly of himself

Summary:
Xipil has loved the last forty or so years of America, and has embraced the motto of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll. Sure, he can't actually get high off of drugs nor drunk from alcohol, but he can still feel the effects. What he does is get someone extremely intoxicated right before he bites them, that way their drugged out blood will soon become his. It actually works for a few minutes, he will become just as drugged up as person he drained, but the high will only last a little while since his body will quickly overcome the poisons.

Being a musician he tends to enjoy being free, just like most Rock Stars. If someone were to try and pin him down, keep him still, he would most likely try to rip off their arm and then run away. This makes it so that he also hates confined spaces, refusing to ever enter a place unless he knows the way to the exit. There is also a distain for the quiet which flows through Xipil, he will purposely turn on random items or open a window just so that he can hear some form of a commotion.

Cats are evil, vile beings, and the Bard knows this. If he is going out with someone who owns a cat he will refuse to ever go over to their home, and if he meets a were-tiger and they turn into their more animalistic form he will either run or try to snap their neck. He seriously hates the stupid things, if he had a way to off ever feline on the planet than he surely would.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Dead, so who cares?
Birth Place: On a ship headed to The New World
Childhood: It was cold and there was little food....So no
Transformation: While returning from a battle during the Revolutionary War he got lost from the rest of his batallion and kidnapped by an old Mayan Vampire. Said Vampire turned him in the normal fashion and then taught him how to survive in his new life.
Prey: Beautiful People
Fang Power: When he bites into someone he can hear their thoughts, dive into their head and force anything he wishes onto them. He can also rip out memories, if he so chooses.
Other Transformation: Standard Vampire stuff. Bite them, drain them, and then give them his blood.
History:
Xipil was originally born to another name, on a ship which was headed from Europe to The New World. His parents were leaving in order to seek a better life for themselves, and their soon to be child. They had not expected to, blah, blah, blah. Xipil cares little about the struggles, about how he had countless siblings that died in their first year, it just didn't matter. To be quite truthful his life before he became a Vampire matters next to nothing in his mind.

The good part of the story begins the night of his turning. Xipil had been fighting in the Revolutionary war, something which he did not enjoy doing but knew he had too. The male had been working with a group of guerilla soldiers when he had gotten himself lost in the woods, barely able to see infront of himself since the light of the moon was covered by a set of clouds. He would have called out to his comrades but feared being caught by the British, so he merely walked in silence as he hoped to find a familiar face. Before he ever made it near his camp he was knocked unconscious by a blow from behind, Xipil never having seen the attack coming

The Bard woke up a few nights later, and freaked out almost immediately. He was inside of a long box, and there truly seemed to be no way out. So he began to bang on the top of the box, clawed away the wood so that he could reveal the dirt above. He did not notice the fact that he was not breathing, that oxygen was no longer necessary. The male just wanted to free himself, get away from his confines. He had no idea how he had gotten underground, how he had been placed inside of the coffin, but within minutes he was exposed to the cool night air.

His creator was there to teach him everything, had just been waiting for the boy to free himself. The man who had turned him, Atl, was a Mayan who had been in the area on a spiritual quest. The male renamed his pupil Xipil, a name which means Of Fire. He had been attraced to the young one's hair and eyes, had felt he needed to turn such an odd being.

The two had many travels, but The Bard isn't very large in speaking of his past. What he cares about is music, of how he can control others through the use of it. The male has mastered many different instruments, almost every one which he has been able to get his hands on, but has found himself enthralled with electric guitar at the moment. He survives by working at various clubs as a singer and musician, placing beautiful women, and sometimes men, under his spell so that he can feed from them..And do God knows what else as well.

Code Word:
'i hAve read the rules'

Mad Skills;;

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Accepted.