Adwin-Creative; Malir-Painter
|Role|
Empathic Vampire-Creativity
|Gender|
Male
|Age|
17
|Grade|
11
|Physical Description|
Adwin is an average, bony kid. Standing at 5' 11", Adwin has messy black hair, and a white pallor to his skin, caused by his vampirism preventing tanning. His eyes are dark, however, which helped him lay low for a little while. He is usually wearing faded clothing covered in paint, so he's not too hard to find. In terms of muscle, he has tough legs, but not much else. Skin and bones, basically.
|I can...|
Adwin's power is the conversion of raw creativity into a multicolored fog. This fog is used to create illusions of whatever he needs to. The fog is also mildly hallucinogenic, causing the victim to briefly see an image from their wildest imaginings. This lasts only a few seconds, but can be stunning. In terms of skills, Adwin is a wonderful painter, a freerunner (his other hobby), good with animals, and alright in school.
|But I can't...|
Save money, stay away from his easel very long, play an instrument, see blood, take a beating, or eat a lot.
|Personality|
Adwin is always looking for his next muse. While he walks about, he'll watch others, study them, and take mental notes on their every footstep. He is meticulous, and very attentive to detail. Adwin prefers to watch rather than get involved, unless he feels he needs to. Conflict is not his forte, and he will most likely try to get out of a situation that is about to break into a fight.
Adwin's most distinct trait is his creativity. Almost anything can give him an idea for a painting, and it's something he'll spend hours doing. He has a sense of pride when it comes to his work, and wants criticism so he can improve. When it comes to humans, Adwin usually just blows off any rude comments. People hate what they don't understand, and Adwin accepts this as an explanation to the stigma he receives.
|I like...|
-Painting, above all
-Freerunning, as a sort of workout
-Calzones
-Art competitions, being within range of one is like a supercharge for Adwin.
-Techno
-The rainbow
|But I don't like...|
- Boring people
-Repetitive exercise
-Monochrome colors
-Pain, in any form
-Formal events
-Tight spaces
-Smoking, it's just gross
|Crush|
None at the moment
|History|
When Adwin was little, his parents fawned over him, loved him, and were wonderful parents. He loved to finger-paint, but he also liked to be away from other children. Now, at this time, little Adwin was already getting pale, foreshadowing his future. His love of solitude came from the parents of the other kids telling their children to keep away from him. "He could be a bloodsucker", they'd say. Of course, Adwin didn't mind. He just played in the paint. Fast forward a few un-interesting years, and Adwin is in the middle of grade school. The young boy was in art class, painting a lovely image of a sunset, at least his best rendition of one. He felt so alive, so charged during this class. Adwin's parents took notice of this, and had him checked out. It turns out, distant vampire blood in the family tree made it to him, and emerged during the late fourth grade. At this point, Adwin's parents simply fed him, sent him to school, and tried to make him independent. They never liked vampires, but they couldn't bring themselves to kick him out. In some respects, they hoped he would run away during his teens, in some rebellious act. When Adwin was fourteen, he just so happened to hear about this little aspiration. Not caring too much, he left, taking a few paintings to sell. He used this money to get to Idaho, to the University of Diversity. Ever since, he's been at the school. Somehow, he manages to get paint, and live a happy life in the dorms. Not much tragic loss in his life, at least through his eyes.
|Opinions|
Lilith- "An inspiring girl, that one" Adwin thinks Lilith is a complex creature, and because of that, is great inspiration for his paintings. Adwin rather likes her.
|Other|
-Adwin tends to doze off in math classes.
-Sunsets are his favorite thing to paint.
|Theme Song| Spectrum by Florence and the Machine
When we first came here
We were cold and we were clear
With no colors on our skin
We were light and paper-thin
And when we first came here
We were cold and we were clear
With no colors on our skin
Til you let the spectrum in
Say my name,
And every color illuminates,
We are shining,
And we’ll never be afraid again.
Say my name!
As every color illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every color illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
And when we come for you,
We’ll be dressed up all in blue,
With the ocean in our arms,
Kiss your eyes and kiss your palms.
And when it’s time to pray,
We’ll be dressed up all in grey,
With metal on our tongues,
And silver in our lungs.
Say my name,
And every color illuminates,
We are shining,
And we’ll never be afraid again.
Say my name!
As every color illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
And when we come back we’ll be dressed in black!
And you’ll scream our names aloud!
And we won’t eat and we won’t sleep!
We’ll drag bodies from their graves!
So say my name,
And every color illuminates,
And we are shining,
And we’ll never be afraid again,
Say my name,
As every color illuminates.
Say my name!
As every color illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every color illuminates!
We are shining!
And we’ll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
We are shining!
Say my name!
Say my name!
And we’ll never be afraid again!