APHONA, erik.

[mscrow]

Erik Laryn Aphona;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: M.S.
Age: 20.
Years of Rping: 8.
Contact:P.M.

ID Tag;;

Alias: n/a.
Name: Erik Aphona.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Doesn’t care.
Age: 24.
Species: Human.
Job: Servant/slave.
Religious Affiliation: Jewish, but doesn’t follow it really. Takes the title of such because he was told to.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Sweet blood.
2. Writing.
3. Believes whatever he’s told.

Summary:
A human, designed to obey only vampires. He was chosen for his sweet smell, and fed to preserve it. Completely devoid of thought processes that are not his own when it comes to what to do, his only goal is to do what he is told. Completely trusting of anything and everything a vampire tells him, he isn’t too sure about what the humans say to him unless it is a message from their own vampire. He doesn’t understand how someone could not be owned by a vampire, and therefore is unable to integrate with the human race very well. This makes him a very loyal servant, one that will do as he is told to do. He also makes a wonderful scribe, constantly writing to communicate with those around him. Almost secretary like.

Weakness:
1. Bad at time.
2. Can’t talk.
3. Thinks vampires rule the world.

Summary:
Because he thinks vampires are the beings in control of all, he hides behind them when another human tries to tell him otherwise. Never knowing any differently the world outside scares him, and light is never something he goes into unless his master or mistress tells him so. This makes him nocturnal, and a little stupid in accounts of the world. He is unable to speak, so he has to write everything down and think it through as he does so. It’s annoying to the impatient, and tedious when he has a lot to say. Because of his nightly life, and indeed his life inside without the sun to tell him time, he has no sense of time. He actually doesn’t know how old he really is, only how old he has been told he is. This sense of time has gotten him into trouble, as he would be sent out and told to be back in an hour… which he doesn’t know what an hour is.

Appearance;;

Looks: 30.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Hazel.
Height: Five seven.
Marks: The front half of his neck is made up of countless scars.
Race: Italian.
Skin Tone: White.
Body Type: Slim, bony.
Clothing Style: Whatever his master wants, though for now it’s a suit-uniform.
Footwear: Normally nothing. His old master forbade clothes of any kind. Right now, they are wrapped in paper.

Summary:
Semi-tall, Erik is able to accommodate many vampires whether they are taller or shorter than himself. Having been kept inside for most of his life his skin is very white, and with vampires feeding off of him Erik doesn’t have the much color in the first place. Looking very much like a skeleton with skin and hair, he frightened a lot of humans around him, if there are any around him that aren’t in the same business as himself. He has a big nose, a remnant of his father. Big eyes take in everything, and make him look young… though the rest of his face and his stature make him appear much older. So they balance each other out a bit, giving him a mid-range of thirty.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Praise.
2. Music.
3. Poetry.
4. Stories.
5. Reading.

Dislikes:
1. Pain.
2. Having to write everything.
3. Being considered useless.
4. Curiosity that comes naturally.

Flaws:
1. Not bashful. (Never learned that clothes were important.)
2. Can’t talk.
3. A little naive.

Summary:
Having been surrounded by humans and vampires his whole life, and never really wearing clothes, he had never learned the value of being modest. Many times he had surprised the newer servants simply by walking into a room. After being disobedient as a child he was rendered unable to speak. Some vampires enjoy feeding from someone that cannot talk or scream from pain. Others, however, want him to do tasks for them, where speaking is required. With this there was very little interaction for him anywhere, leaving him to be a little behind in the world.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Samuel and Sandra Aphona. Father and mother.
School Attended: No school attended.
Graduation Year: No school attended.
History:
Erik was born on January 4th, a healthy happy baby boy to Samuel and Sandra Aphona. From that moment on, he was pegged a target. A scout vampire for a small female sect in New York had been watching the hospitals, waiting for a child that smelled sweet. And he was it. Taking the news back they waited, letting his parents teach him basics such as some words and walking; a year and a half passed. Then they sprang. Late in the night the scout opened a window, casting shadows about herself to not be seen or heard. Turning the radio-monitor off, she picked Erik from his cradle, and brought him to the underground oasis. Dimly lit, the vampiric hovel was a paradise for leeches.

All were female. Vampires and humans alike walked around, bare naked save for a charm about their neck denoting rank. Erik was stolen to be the breeder. The group had been stealing female children for hundreds of years, raising them to be food. However, in more recent times, their scouts had been caught and killed, almost reviling their location. They could no longer afford to take as they had been. So they were gathering the sweetest tasting, and planning on breeding them as livestock. Erik grew up here, knowing nothing but the fountain on the back wall that provided a liquid diet of sweet juices to keep the humans alive. From age six he was the queen’s crown jewel, sitting unclothed like any slave, only he was at her side save for times he needed to drink, feeding her and learning from her.

One morning, when he was at the feeding fountain, drinking his fill for the day when another slave girl came up to him. They chatted, Erik only having interaction with the other humans when he ate. The world he knew was lit continuously, a dim red radiating from the walls. No morning, no night, no sun. As he spoke to her he learned of the outside, the air, the sun, the moon. Each feeding time he would find her, and ask, and learn. Until she was gone… vanished from the underground brothel. As he sat beside the queen he asked her what the sun was. In rage, she tore out his throat so he would no longer speak of thing he should not know of.

In the years to come he learned what was good, and not good, to think about. He learned to write, often going from one vampire to another with messages from their leader. Until he came of age. At sixteen, his age that only the vampires knew, he was to mate with the other humans, produce feeding stock. That’s when the hunters came, following the reports of comings and goings of strange creatures. The vampires were killed, the slaves were killed… Erik hid behind the throne of his queen. Found a few days later as the hunters were taking the gold and other trinkets, he was let loose, only to be on the search for a new master. As of yet, he has not found one, staying in basements for weeks at a time, afraid of the world outside that he had never learned enough of.

Code Word:
poof the magic fairy baby

Mad Skills;;

[Character 3, see Colin.]

[Isi Runasimi]

Very interesting!