Post by Spike on Feb 14, 2007 1:55:01 GMT -5
Name: William the Bloody a.k.a Spike
Age: according to what he says in season 4 he's 130, but if you do the actual math with the dates they give you he's actually like 121.
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,): Vampire
History, and how they were brought back or what they have been doing.: (the short version) Was piked on when he was alive, got vamped by Drusilla, drove railroad spikes through people's skulls and got his nickname, tramped around with the Fanged Four, killed a Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion, tramped around with Dru, killed another Slayer (I don't remember when Pretty Maids All in a Row happened, but it goes somewhere around here), more tramping around, got to Sunnydale, decided killing more Slayers would be fun, helped Buffy kill Angel, left Sunnydale, got dumped by Dru, went back to Sunnydale and decided torturing Dru was the best way to get her to love him again, left Sunnydale, came back to Sunnydale AGAIN, got the Gem of Amara, lost the Gem of Amara, went to LA to get the Gem of Amara from Angel, came back to Sunnydale, got chipped by the Initiative, discovered killing demons can be equally fun, pretended to not enjoy hanging around with the Scoobies, fell in love with Buffy, got beat up by Buffy, went and got a soul, went crazy, got better, got dusted to save the world, got sent to Angel at Wolfram and Hart, was a "ghost", got better, bickered with Angel, helped save the world AGAIN, tramped around, got back to his English roots and decided he should've left his roots where they were ALL IN THE SAME SENTENCE.
Personality: Spike is... complex to say the very least. When souled, he does feel like he should be helping stop the inevitable human feeding frenzy but also feels the desire to undermine everyone he knows that can be considered "good." Although he has feelings for Buffy, he's put those behind him and moved on with his... unlife. When unsouled, Spike's pretty much the same. Only real difference being, he couldn't be bothered to worry about the humans when he's eatting them. Problem is, he knows if he goes the goodies will dust him, which is something he'd rather avoid.
Appearence: 5'9 1/2", bleach blonde hair (naturally dark brown with slight curls), blue eyes, relatively skinny, but muscular, scar on left eyebrow, always wears long black leather trench coat and darker clothing
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): (first thing that popped into my head)
Friday night at your typical club. For some reason, Spike had been under the delusion that every club was different. In truth, they were all the same, and he was learning this the hard way: one at a time.
A loud laugh rang throughout the building, even over powering the music. It had come from Spike who was in his usual default corner playing pool, his mug of beer sitting on the pool table. The man standing across from him looked dumbfounded. "And that, my American friend is how we 'bloody Brits,' play pool." Spike took a swig of beer, "Now I do believe there's a bit of money that you owe me." Spike's smirk was full of cheek and quite possible, more booze than really necessary.
"You cheated."
"Cheated?" he raised an eyebrow. "You were here the whole bloody time, how could I have cheated? Now, give me the sodding cash!" The man was more than reluctant to give up the debt owed. Had he known exactly who he was talking to, he might have changed his tune, but as it stood he was being stubborn. He liked his money. After all, who doesn't? Spike of course, didn't care. "Listen up, you great pouf," he growled, "I don't want to fight you, and I'm very sure you don't want to fight me. So why don't you just fork over the money and we can go on our merry ways?" The man took a swing at Spike, who quickly side-stepped the blow. Spike looked slightly taken aback, "Or we could fight."
Secret Word: BOO
Age: according to what he says in season 4 he's 130, but if you do the actual math with the dates they give you he's actually like 121.
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,): Vampire
History, and how they were brought back or what they have been doing.: (the short version) Was piked on when he was alive, got vamped by Drusilla, drove railroad spikes through people's skulls and got his nickname, tramped around with the Fanged Four, killed a Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion, tramped around with Dru, killed another Slayer (I don't remember when Pretty Maids All in a Row happened, but it goes somewhere around here), more tramping around, got to Sunnydale, decided killing more Slayers would be fun, helped Buffy kill Angel, left Sunnydale, got dumped by Dru, went back to Sunnydale and decided torturing Dru was the best way to get her to love him again, left Sunnydale, came back to Sunnydale AGAIN, got the Gem of Amara, lost the Gem of Amara, went to LA to get the Gem of Amara from Angel, came back to Sunnydale, got chipped by the Initiative, discovered killing demons can be equally fun, pretended to not enjoy hanging around with the Scoobies, fell in love with Buffy, got beat up by Buffy, went and got a soul, went crazy, got better, got dusted to save the world, got sent to Angel at Wolfram and Hart, was a "ghost", got better, bickered with Angel, helped save the world AGAIN, tramped around, got back to his English roots and decided he should've left his roots where they were ALL IN THE SAME SENTENCE.
Personality: Spike is... complex to say the very least. When souled, he does feel like he should be helping stop the inevitable human feeding frenzy but also feels the desire to undermine everyone he knows that can be considered "good." Although he has feelings for Buffy, he's put those behind him and moved on with his... unlife. When unsouled, Spike's pretty much the same. Only real difference being, he couldn't be bothered to worry about the humans when he's eatting them. Problem is, he knows if he goes the goodies will dust him, which is something he'd rather avoid.
Appearence: 5'9 1/2", bleach blonde hair (naturally dark brown with slight curls), blue eyes, relatively skinny, but muscular, scar on left eyebrow, always wears long black leather trench coat and darker clothing
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): (first thing that popped into my head)
Friday night at your typical club. For some reason, Spike had been under the delusion that every club was different. In truth, they were all the same, and he was learning this the hard way: one at a time.
A loud laugh rang throughout the building, even over powering the music. It had come from Spike who was in his usual default corner playing pool, his mug of beer sitting on the pool table. The man standing across from him looked dumbfounded. "And that, my American friend is how we 'bloody Brits,' play pool." Spike took a swig of beer, "Now I do believe there's a bit of money that you owe me." Spike's smirk was full of cheek and quite possible, more booze than really necessary.
"You cheated."
"Cheated?" he raised an eyebrow. "You were here the whole bloody time, how could I have cheated? Now, give me the sodding cash!" The man was more than reluctant to give up the debt owed. Had he known exactly who he was talking to, he might have changed his tune, but as it stood he was being stubborn. He liked his money. After all, who doesn't? Spike of course, didn't care. "Listen up, you great pouf," he growled, "I don't want to fight you, and I'm very sure you don't want to fight me. So why don't you just fork over the money and we can go on our merry ways?" The man took a swing at Spike, who quickly side-stepped the blow. Spike looked slightly taken aback, "Or we could fight."
Secret Word: BOO