name: duby
age: nineteen
gender: female
years of experience: four +

BACK TO BASICS&&

name: darren marcus hazard
nickname: dm, ren, haz...
age: eighteen
gender: male
sexual orientation: straight
race: vampire
blood: pure
sin: n/a

LOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&

celebrity: danny jones
picture:

height: 6'4''
weight: 201
eye colour: blue
hair colour: brunette
heritage: caucasian
tattoos: a star on his chest
piercings: ---
flaws:
Fist and biggest flaw – Darren is drug addict. It's not just weed or something equally weak. He'd addicted to heroin and for couple years now. Can't force himself to stop. Besides that, due all family problems, he's unable to trust anyone. It takes more then awhile before he embraces someone and accepts him/her as his true friend. As well, he isn't really fond of freckles which are all over his body. When it comes to physical appearance, he believes that they are his biggest flaw.

overall appearance:
His eyes are blue, clear and unnerving especially when he's staring straight at you. They make him seem cold, icy almost and give the impression that nothing you could say or do would shock or scare him. When he's mad they turn dark and stormy, you can practically see the lightning bolts.

His hair is dark brown, soft but messy like hell. He has constant bed hair, and it sticks out in pretty much all directions. His mother is forever trying to get him to look more presentable and rake a comb through it but he doesn't really care about it. He dresses simple but clean, and you can tell that although he's just wearing jeans and a shirt like any other guy out there that if you check his clothes, there'll almost certainly be a label there.

He is tall, his shoulder are broad and he is pretty strong. You'd say that he's playing some sport. And then you'd look again and realize that he's way too clumsy for that. Yes, that's visible from every move he makes. Still, when there is a guitar in his hands, all that's forgotten. In those moments, everyone around are able to see that this guy can actually do something right.

The thing which should be also mentioned are freckles. They are covering almost all parts of his body and he absolutely hates them. Since a method which would help him remove them still doesn't exist, he and freckles have to live in symbiosis. That doesn't change the fact that he hates them though.


BE YOURSELF&&

likes:
++ drugs
++ his guitar
++ singing
++ rock music
++ girls && sex
++ crazy parties
++ randomness
++ writing
++ blood

dislikes:
++ drugs
++ silence
++ boredom
++ commitment
++ his father
++ werewolves
++ being trapped
++ sitting still
++ people without sense of humor

strengths:
++ guitar
++ voice
++ blue eyes
++ self control
++ keeping his head straight in dangerous situations

weaknesses:
++ hot girls
++ extreme clumsiness
++ opening up to people
++ mother and half sister
++ secret keeping

overall personality:

Random && Funny – if you hear someone yelling something like "chicken legs" in the middle of crowded street, then you're bound to know that Darren Hazard is around. He will just say the first thing which comes to his mind no matter where he is and who are the people around him, he even won't care that he's making complete idiot out of himself.

Clueless && Clumsy – if you've left something random laying on floor, you can be 100% sure that Darren will trip over the thing. If, you've thrown something to him, you can be sure that he won't catch it. Well, 8 cases out of 10 at least. Unless the thing is his guitar. That he'll catch for sure. As well, if you're trying to explain something to him, then prepare yourself. On that you will lose at least thirty minutes. It's not his fault really, mother nature is the one you should blame for that.

Gentle && Caring – this is visible in the moments he's playing his guitar, or when he's simply holding it. It's his favorite thing in the whole wide world. As well, he likes to help people, even strangers. That's because no one was there to help him when he needed help and he doesn't want that to anyone else. So he alone can be classified as support organization. Call on number... =P

Calm && Peacemaker – it's not easy to tick him off. People who want to annoy him have to put an effort in that. First he won't understand what you're trying to say and then he will ignore you. Well, either ignore you or try to settle the situation using only words. Though, if you manage to annoy him, watch out. Just because he's a peacemaker, it doesn't mean that he's a pushover. Say something wrong about one of his friends and you will pay. In blood of course.

CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&

parents:
richard hazard – father;; forty five;; vampire
andrea hazard – mother;; forty two;; vampire
siblings:
imogen hazard – half sister;; sixteen;; vampire
other: no one important
pets:
barney – dog;; fully grown rottweiler

overall history:

Darren Marcus Hazard was born on a calm spring morning nineteen years ago. He was wanted and long waited kid so his parents embraced him and he was loved and adored and perfectly spoiled. Always had more toys than he needed, enough money and places where to spend it on whatever he wanted. At the time he didn't understand why his friends stressed over their families and the, so called, big problems. His parents were always the ones who handled that. However, things changed.

His parents were that busy kind of people. They were giving him everything besides their time. Family meals were the thing which simply never happened in their household. He didn't miss them, he didn't even know that things like those existed. Still, they were pretty much united. Then fights between his parents started. He was too young to understand what was all that about but he knew that it had to be something big. No one told him what was the reason though. At the time his mother started drinking a lot. It got bad in period of just few months and she had been taken away, forced to stay in a rehab center.

So he had to spend half of his childhood without his mother around. That changed him more than he ever realized. With no one to watch over him, he started drinking, more then it was acceptable. Soon he realized that wasn't enough. So he started experimenting with drugs. At last it lead him to heroin. And now he's an addict. He doesn't like it, but he's now unable to stop. For long time he blamed his mother for his addiction. After all, she was the one who he saw drinking and acting scandalously all over the town.

When his mother returned everything sort of fell on it's rightful place. All fights stopped and Hazard family was able to start over. He even slowed down on the drugs and he was on the best way to get out of the magical circle. That's until that day when a girl appeared on their doors, with his father's arm around her shoulders. The expression on his face when he opened the doors and saw that was priceless. He didn't have a clue what was going on. The girl was far too young to be involved with his father and besides that, his father knew better then to bring his mistress over. It took him awhile to realize who exactly she was and why was she there.

It turned out that the girl was his half sister. Just two years younger. Now he knew what was the thing what changed everything. Actually, it wasn't thing. It was the person. His father was the cheater. He now knew, as well understood, why his mother was drunk for months and he stopped blaming her for all what he was going trough. And that brought them closer together. Still, all that didn't explain why this girl suddenly appeared in his life. For full fifteen years he didn't know that she existed and he was perfectly fine with that. There was a question for which he needed an answer – Why now?

Apparently, the mother of the girl died and since she was a minor, the court decided that she should live with her closer living relative. Her father. His father. His mother didn't seem too happy but she did accept the girl. That was the thing he couldn't do. She had to be the only person he hated, well her and her, now dead, mother. In his mind they were the ones who mislead his father. He tried to believe in that for one year straight and then he realized that it's not worth of it. His father was the one who did the wrong thing. He just continued pretending that Imogen doesn't exist, never accepted that they were related.

And then one night after way too many drinks, Darren realized that he's too drunk to drive. He was forced to walk all the way home. On his way he had been attacked. By werewolves of course. Even though he was drunk, he was still strong and he put up a fight. But they just kept coming out, in the end there was he, one vampire against at least ten werewolves. The weirdest thing happened then. A person jumped in the circle and started helping him. Together they somehow managed to get out and run for it. Too exhausted to continue, he collapsed under a tree. The person knelt by him and placed a hand on his forehead. He managed to look up and see the face of his savior. That left him speechless. It was Imogen.

After that night she continued acting as usual, but he wasn't able to forget what she did for him. So he mustered up the strength and started talking to her. Eventually he even apologized. Having her around maybe wasn't so bad after all. Maybe this was the new beginning. He certainly hopes that it is.

ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&

secret word: i ated it
other characters on this site?: none
anything else?: finally done!
sample roleplay:

This is from HP roleplaying site -

Code:

Stacy screamed and pulled back from the desk. She did it so fast that she nearly fell off the chair. Somehow she managed to regain balance so she didn't end up on the floor. Just few moments ago she was sitting there writing a paperwork and now she was stretching her arms hoping that she would catch the ink holder in time. It was falling in slow motion, straight toward her potions paper. One drop fell on the paper, then second and about ten drops followed those two. That all happened before her hands reached the ink holder. Her hands were covered with ink but by the look on her face, one would think that they were covered in blood. It was a grimace actually, shock mixed with horror. She didn't want to lose perfectly good paper. She couldn't afford it, especially after the extremely long research. She spent more hours in the library then ever before. For her that was quite an achievement. She didn't study much usually. Of course, she had better things to do. For example, play quidditch, read books which had nothing to do with school, just stroll around... Better things to do involved basically anything what had nothing to do with studying or classes in general. That magical eraser thingy was exactly what she needed. One used to reside on the desk in the dorm. None of the girls knew to whom it belonged, not even who put it there. It was just residing there, waiting to be used. By now she didn't need it. One wouldn't believe but she was rather careful when it came to writing papers for the worst teachers. Well lets not say worst, more like, the strict ones. That was the reason why she started panicking when she knocked the little ink holder earlier. What was their problem? It wasn't like the world would end if the paper hadn't been turned on the due day. It wasn't vital. It couldn't save someone's life. It was just plain old research work. Still, the teachers were the ones whose rules and ideas counted. They were older and whole world, meaning people who put those teachers into their positions, apparently thought that they were smarter as well. Maybe they were, after all, some of them knew some pretty cool spells. The magical eraser magically disappeared. There was no other explanation. She couldn't find it. It wasn't on the table, under any of the beds, the closet, the bathroom... Yes, she checked all those spots hoping that she would find it. But obviously, today wasn't her day. It didn't start well and now it turned into pure disaster. There was only one option left. She had to get out and buy it. Hogsmeade wasn't on the other side of the world. If she hurried up, she'd get back here before anyone else and get her paper done without distractions. Jacket and money were the only two things she took with her. She didn't need anything else. She ran all the way to Hogsmeade and then to the shop. All those quidditch practices made that possible, she was in good shape. She almost bumped into three strangers, barely managed to avoid them, and screamed way too many “Sorry can't talk right now. I'm in a rush.“ to passing friends and acquaintances. She didn't stop running until she reached the counter. First she had to catch her breath and then explain what exactly she needed to old lady who was standing behind the counter. She had to repeat certain sentences several times so she assumed that the lady had to be at least partially deaf. With her savior in her hand, Stacy walked out of the shop. It suddenly seemed that the sun was shining brighter. Then again, maybe that was because she was bit less worried now. Quickly she checked the time on her wrist watch and declared that she had enough time for a drink in the Three Broomsticks. After all this running, she needed something nice and refreshing. Butterbeer sounded just fine. She managed to find a free table in the back of the room. The waiter appeared at her side in the moment she sat down to take her order. She leaned back in her chair. Life seemed so good once again.