Description
Full Name: Braddock Vincent Dashkov
Nickname: Doc
Age:17
DOB: March 6th
City/State/Country: Chicago, Illinois, USA
Role:Royal Moroi
Dhampier Partner:
Roomate:
Description: I'm 6'1 220lbs dark-skinned Moroi.I'm kinda pale just due to my Moroi...ness? I can't see worth a crap so I were glasses. I like wearing all new urban trends. I have about a billion hoodies so you may see me in one of those. I've got a fade hair cut but I'm thinking of growing dreads.
Personality
Likes: Playing Music, DJing parties, Honning my Air element and cracking jokes.
Dislikes: Stupid Questions
Personality: I'm kinda a goofball. I know but I like to entertain people. What can I say, I'm a crowd pleaser. I'm a little bit of a nerd. Okay I'm a lot a bit of s nerd but ehh I make it look cool. It can't be denied.
Equipment
Ehh I'm a lover not a fighter. Not to say that I'd back down but Fighting isn't my style. I am an Air User so maybe that's my equipment.
History
History: Okay, Let me start of by saying a few things. Yes, I'm a Moroi. Yes, I'm a Dashkov and Obviously, I'm Black. Believe it, our not these are common stupid questions I get asked over and over again. So I'll break it down. My Mom. a working class Moroi was married to another working class Moroi. My bio-dad. He ditched after I was born. My Mom then remarried to another Moroi. Elric Dashkov, my step-dad. He adopted me without a second thought. He didn't care what I was, He cares about me all the same. Calls me Sport, Champ and all that goofy stuff dads do. He's lame but he's my Dad and I love 'em So, I'm a royal Moroi. Legally and Spiritually.
Anywho, I started attending St. Vlads when I was about 10. This douche made fun of my race and I literally knocked the wind out of him. Only I didn't touch him. Turns out, I was an Air user. My folks sent me to the academy so I could learn how to control it. I can do alot with it now.
Oh! And the kid lived by the way.
Misc: Gold Watch-Lupe Fiasco
So begins...
Drake started to walk as another young boy crossed his path. Drake snickered for a moment as he gave the boy a silver stake. "What i need you to do is set a fire all around the field so knowone can leave that way its just us and the strigoi". Drake already had his plan in motion as he gave the boy a walkie-talkie.
"Alright now go get the fuel in my car and just start to put it around everyone in a circle". Drake was so furious with the fact that one,his brother is dead and two,he had one part in all of this which was to kill one more strigoi.
He started to sniff more as he could smell the blood of a strigoi. Of course he could pick all of them out from everyone else because they all looked like shit to him and in plus they had more in common.
He started to devise a plan on a small sheet of paper as he sat his stake down and looked further towards the others. Whoever killed his brother was gonna die and that time was now....So,either he was gonna set everyone on fire or just kill anyone that looked more like a strigoi to him..and that was wini and gabe.
He knew for some reason that if he killed one the other would come after him and that's what he wanted. Drake was 24 years and he was a guidance counselor after his clan advised the feeling of something strange at the school and looks like he found it.
He went to make a quick call. The school never answered as he silently turned off his phone and set his eyes towards the others. He picked out the two that he wanted and he began to walk towards them..and kill them for good.