A Red Rising Sun
|Role|
Shapeshifting Vampire
|Gender|
Male
|Age|
17
|Grade|
high school senior
|Physical Appearance|
Extremely lean and decent in height, Ortus looks as if he's built for running - which happens to be entirely true. Though, at the same time, he looks as if he's built for doing absolutely nothing at all; extremely bony and lanky. Neither aspects of his stature bother him that much. He stands at a completely acceptable five feet and ten inches, and a measly weight that any doctor would immediately deem far too underweight. Ortus can barely count the number of people who've instructed that he gain weight, but it's purely based on the creature he shifts into. It isn't his fault the way he's built. Aside from his stature, his biggest features include that fiery strawberry blonde hair and olive green eyes. His pale skin sports freckles in various places about his face. More abnormal features though, include a fanged smile and slightly darker skin pigmentation running down his spine in three long stripes.
|I Can...|
As a shapeshifting vampire, Ortus can shift into the form of a King Cheetah, a species of cheetah where a genetic mutation causes a much different pattern in the coat, with three thick black stripes down the spine and irregular blotches on it's sides. X / X / X
He's very fast and excels at sports in that category, like track or soccer.
Ortus is skilled at tracking, obviously, and can easily find someone he is looking for.
While this isn't quite a skill, he can purr regardless of his form. Since cheetahs are one of the few wild cats that do not roar, and actually purr, it's a trait that just seems to stick in both forms.
Aside from his more natural, and predictable talents, Ortus is quite decent in sketching, which people tend to overlook.
He also has quite the knack for drumming, which serves him as a good outlet for energy while he pounds away at the drum set to the back beat of his favorite songs, and another way to completely irritate every person around him. He typically goes to music stores to play the drums that are on display, but he's saving up for his own set.
|But I can't...|
For one, Ortus positively can't seem to keep a steady amount of energy. Much like a regular cheetah, whose energy comes in busts for hunting due to their immense speed, he has many highs and lows throughout the day, causing him to hardly be able to stay still one moment, and barely be able to keep his eyes open the next.
He's absolutely horrid with music aside from drumming, and although he loves listening to it, people would swear he was tone deaf if he even tried to sing.
While he excels in speed-based sports, sports where mass is a factor are his downfall, and his light frame is completely inadequate for things like football or wrestling.
He has absolutely no stamina whatsoever, and he doesn't fair too well for long periods of time. Thus, things like cross country.
|Personality|
Ortus has his highs and lows. While he is quite energetic most of the time, and resembles that of a young child who simply cannot sit still for the life of him, his contrary attitude is irritable and lazy, and seems to be far more interested in taking a nap than anything else. While shy initially when dealing with others, trying to keep his distance from people based on previous experiences, he easily becomes swiftly attached to people who take any kind of interest in him at all. He enjoys solitude, though it is often spent running around from task to task, not very focused while he does a little bit of one thing before moving to the next and the next and the next, or settles for long hours of over-stimulating video games (mostly shooters and games like assassin's creed where the goal is to hunt down something and kill it). In most situations, he deals with anxiety, especially when he's trying his hardest to remain calm, or being thrown into a new situation without warning.
While on his lows, he rarely allows anyone else to get near, or even talk to him. Though occasionally his lows more so become him just getting drowsy and cuddly in a cute animal way, he typically just doesn't want to be bothered, and will snap at people when they get near. He's tried caffeine and things like five hour energy, but they seem to only bring his highs higher and his lows lower. His reactions are quite over the top, and he has raging feelings about absolutely everything. Most people simply cannot handle him for prolonged times, as it really is much like dealing with a child.
|I like...|
Games, especially things like tag and hind and seek. Mainly because he always wins at those kinds of games.
Listening to obnoxiously loud music.
Exploring new areas, and the idea of getting lost.
Sketching, though he doesn't typically go much further than that due to his lack of an attention span.
Meat-lovers pizza.
Cute outfits. Yeah, don't even ask about that one.
Dessert. And lots of it. He has quite a high metabolism, and it doesn't matter if he eats too much.
The color green.
Sleeping.
Drumming, which seems to coincide with his love of obnoxiously loud music being played.
Video games, mostly shooters and killing games. He doesn't have the patience for puzzle games.
Cute guys.
Cute girls.
Cute people in general.
Wow people.
|But I don't like...|
Any kind of food that is green. Unless its green by food-coloring or something, he won't touch it. Just because his favorite color is green, doesn't mean he'll eat it.
Wrestling, mainly because it's easy for other people to win against him.
Having only one task to do. He likes to work at many things at once.
Caffeine. It just doesn't work out well in the end for anyone.
When people are mad at him.
His hair. He absolutely despises the color, but others try to tell him that it's great.
Small or enclosed spaces. In fact, its quite a bit of a phobia.
Making new friends, unless they make the first move.
When people try to wake him up.
|Crush|
"Probably not the best of ideas, I'm pretty sure."
|History|
Born in the bad side of town in New York, Ortus rarely was able to leave the small condensed apartment that his family rented, and the area being crammed with his father, his two older sisters, and his younger sister, his immense energy had very few outlets. He caused the most trouble, and his oldest sister, who did most of the work making sure everyone had some basic manners, often had to lock him in a closet in order to keep him from wandering and running around during his "time out"s. This provided a sure fire source of claustrophobia, and a kick starter for his anxiety.
His mother had died in the childbirth of his youngest sibling, and the sickly child demanded much of the attention in the household. Ortus wasn't quite so fond of this either, though his raging emotions and spontaneity gained no more attention than it had previously. As he started public school systems, the segregation and teasing caused him to develop a distance between himself and others, though his extrovert attitude caused him to completely overwhelm anyone who dared give him the chance. In the end, he was always by himself. He was always being called a stupid animal. And thus, the kick-start of anxiety had become real anxiety. He'll never make the first move towards meeting another person.
On a whim of excessive caffeine and pacing his small, shared room at the age of fifteen, Ortus did the only thing he was really good at; running. He ran as far as he could, never looking back. His father wouldn't care. It was one less mouth to feed. His oldest sister would be glad, Ortus had always been a pain. His second oldest sister wouldn't mourn, all Ortus was to her was a loud-mouth who screamed whenever she shut the windows. His little sister... She might have cried. She might have missed her funny, carrot-topped older brother. She might not have made it through her illnesses either. But all he could have done was run.
He stopped often as he traveled, heading towards Iowa with all the money he had in his pocket with little progress over a long time. He often spent a few weeks in each town he stopped in, doing whatever for straight up cash, even if he knew it wasn't going to be something he was going to be proud of. But it didn't matter. He'd heard the rumors, and no place would be better than Iowa. Even if it wouldn't be perfect, nothing would be better. He's only arrived this year, but he figures that if things turn sour, there was always an easy escape... running.
|Opinions|
Everyone is simply a stranger until you meet them, or, at least, that's how it should be. But it goes without saying that people hear rumors about people. You can hear about anything and know exactly who you don't want to get mixed up with. That said, however, Ortus is cautious to get involved with anyone, unless they get involved with him first.
|Other|
He has several, very noticeable, nervous ticks that give away his anxious and jittery behavior. These little reflexes include raking his hands through his hair, pulling at his ear piercings, tapping his fingers or his feet, and biting his fingernails. Sure, he's tried to stop, but often he doesn't even notice he's doing these things.
|Theme Song| Modest Mouse - The World at Large
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.