{{Name}}
Ambrose F. Espinosa
{{Age}}
74
{{Gender}}
Male
{{Hair Colour}}
Black, with Red underlayers
{{Eye Colour}}
Honey Brown
{{Height}}
5'8"
{{Likes}}
Flora, Textiles, Paul Mitchel, Listening to guitars, Daturas
{{Dislikes}}
Being late, crowds, graphic T-shirts
{{General Personality}}
I like to keep to myself, and I always need some kind of background noise going on. If someone needs something I'm always willing to help. I dont care for small talk. But I can understand that can be a type of silance other find, unerving.
I perticually enjoy organizing things and rearging things in a more appealing way, it's calming. I myself in order. Keeping my hands busy helps me not think of the warmth of someones jugular inbetween me teeth, and the sweet gushing nect--I...well...I like to keep busy...
{{Brief Backstory}}
Ambrose grewup in a small town where nothing really happened. His parents owned and ran a local flower shop together. They worked at that shop for as long as he could remember. Being an only child, some might saying they spoiled me, but I was always greatful for all the things my parents did for me, the hard work they did, and the sacrafices they made.
In 1973 I was bitten by a vampire.
After visiting my parents during spring break, I went with my mother to our flower shop to help with a last minute delivery. The truck had been running late and I could hear my mother mutter to herself as we walked up to shop. The devilery truck had pulled up and parked by the back entrance. Something felt off but before I could mention something my mother as had already felt my side to talk with the truck driver. I had bit my tongue and just proceeded to open the shop, to make room for the new inventory, I remember hearing the back of truck open agressivly followed by deafany silance. A sinking feeling came over me and I shouted out to my mother, with no reply I rushed out the back entrance Only to find my poor mother laying still on the cold asfalt. As I attempted to run over to her it felt as if a brick wall block my path, and all feelings faded away...
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Face Claim: Teenage Johnny Deep apparently :U