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Abram Maledetto

WIP All you need is a little bit of Blood and Chocolate ~

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a character in “The Vampire Codes”, as played by Naught

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Son of the Cursed; A long time ago my family was born into a curse and there would be no way to stop or slow it down.






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|Role|
Normal Vampire

|Gender|
Male

|Age|
19

|Physical Description|
He is 6' tall and is somewhat slender. His style is mostly vest and whatever suites his mood at that point in time. He has two earrings at the tip and the bottom of both of his ears. His hair is black to the point it'll look dark blue or even a lighter blue in certain lights. Sometimes it just seems like his eyes changes size because, on moment he'd look like he had cat shaped eyes then it would just go back to his normal ones. But, that is only if someone was close to see it themselves. He has this long and weird looking birthmark on his chest, right shoulder, and the top part of his back but, mostly the people he has known for a long period of time will only know it's there (unless there was a strong wind or something and his collar blew to the side to reveal it 0.0). Now he doesn't look crazy and his appearance might fool someone unless they could possibly see, hear, and smell a crazy person when they see one.




|I can...| manipulate the element of darkness. Can see better in the darkest place -don't know why he even bothers to wear glasses. Is good with hand on hand combat, and can also play mostly some of the string instruments. He isn't too good at singing but, he will try to sing in a opera form, it just depends on what time of day it is. Can paint and draw, he can do this all day until his hands had started to hurt, he loves painting and drawing very much.

|But I can't...| sing anything but, opera. Can't see too well in daylight, is the main reason why he wears glasses. Can't play any sport without hurting himself. Can't dance even if it had saved his life, his family has passed down the gift of dancing and he just wasn't the one that received it. Go a day without smiling, eating chocolate, and singing a weird little song.




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|Personality|
Though you see him smiling everyday, he is actually broken inside to the point where he would go completely crazy if anything else devastating happened to him. He is what people called the 3 C's. If someone doesn't know what they are, they would soon find out.

This guy can be CRAZY ~
He isn't the one to be blood crazy, though he is sort of mentally and emotionally crazy, he often sees things that aren't really even close to becoming reality. Sometimes he'd talk to himself and bite on the tip of his fingers when ever he starts to let his crazy mind wonder. Not really knowing if he should call himself delusional or just plain freaking weird, there are a lot of things he already knows about himself and truly some of the things aren't really his fault. Actually, he thinks being crazy is pretty normal and it's also entertaining to see others look at him weirdly and say to themselves "What's up with this dude.?" He would laugh out of control without anyone trying to make him do so, his eyes would widen until he would literally think about scooping them out with his bare hands.

This guy can be CREEPY ~
Now, he would be the type of person to stare at someone randomly with out even giving a reason why, he just thought looking at different people would earn him some type of reaction. Whether he was smiling and staring or not. But, that's just him being creepy and some people feel really uncomfortable being looked at with those cat like eyes of his. Being the person he is, he doesn't really think that it would be creepy since he thinks everything he does is pretty much normal. Sometimes he finds himself following others and there isn't really any reason to it. It was as if he would black out or something and just follow a random person all day and do that to another person the next day. Now talking about normal things would really confuse Abram a lot, so he'd always stay on the weird and awkward side of topics to talk about. Though he isn't really the one to have normal conversations with others, he still expects them to catch up. Smiling all the time would cause someone to be freaked out, and they would never understand unless they were crazy and creepy as well.

This guy can be CHARMING ~
Whenever he wants to be of course. Being charming is also an advantage to trick others and tricking people is his guilty pleasure. He'll be kind and stay at the front door just to open it for all the people in the building. Charming, isn't usually what people would think of him but, talk to him and you'd actually see and hear him respond to every interestign question -and only interesting to him- you ask. Though, he could be friendly -whenever he noticed to- and actually get along with a couple of people or two. He isn't surprised if they do not stick around him too long, he is too into being him to even notice.

|I like...|
Blood & Chocolate
Tricking others
Learning new things
Glasses
Vests
His hair
Smiling
Being called who he is -personality wise-
Interesting people
People being nervous around him

|But I don't like...|
Horrible people -though he is sort of one-
Killing for no reason
Frowning
Sadness
Stupidity
Boredom
His 'birthmark'

|Crush|
None at all.

Who me? Couldn't be ~ Okay, there is someone picking at my heart ~




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|History|
Being the youngest a son and a vampire of the Maledetto family would expect them to be loyal and kind and make sure that their son, brother, cousin didn't find out that his family was carrying a curse and there was nothing that could be done to get rid of it. But, no; they treated him as if his heart could take all that was said to him. He wasn't even supposed to be born because, his family vowed to never carry on the curse and just die with it. Though they knew it wasn't his fault he was born and dragged into this hell, he was the only one they could actually blame just to put on their minds that it wasn't their fault -which it was indeed their fault. When Abram had started growing in his teenage years, the string that was attached by his sanity had gotten thinner and thinner until there were only a few strains left -twelve or so.

Now, Abram didn't not go crazy for no reason; now there is a story behind it and it starts on the day he had noticed the one thing his parents lied and said it was his 'birthmark' -because, that was the only thing they cared to ever protected him from. Abram wasn't the smartest in his childhood days but, he knew enough to know that birthmarks didn't spread around someone's body; well at least he thought birthmarks did not spread. He could tell it was spreading by the feeling of a burning and stabbing sensation wherever the birthmark would spread. Then his condition had gotten worse being a kid then, he wasn't really able to resist the pain, and it took a lot out of everyone trying to get him to calm down.

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|Opinions|
Ambrogio Ettore?
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Amorous D'Lune?
"Him, I find him quite 'interesting'.. I like interesting things.. He's he only one that isn't bothered or nervous to be around me.. I'll keep an eye on him, once I scoop one of them out of course!"
Abram doesn't seem to know a good friend when he sees them. Though, he does notice Amorous would walk beside him at times, he thinks nothing of it. He always seems to wonder about Amorous; when he couldn't find anything else to think about. For some reason he feels 'less lonely'.

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|Other|
He has this long oddly shaped looking birthmark on his chest right shoulder and back though, he believes it is something else.


|Theme Song| Change

I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.
Now you feel Alive
You Feel Alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh





So begins...

Abram Maledetto's Story

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"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile." ~

Singing -or at least trying to sing- one of his favorite nursery rhymes, he noticed nothing but, the small particles in the air which happened to look like a little war going on between two different species to him. There were some people he had nearly ran over and even though they looked at him angrily, they wouldn't say a thing. Abram wasn't the one to really observe anything around so it didn't pester him so, he'd continued to walk towards the dorms.

He really wasn't the one to pay attention to the beings around him, whether they were human or not. So, if he bumped into some one they better not be thinking about getting a thank you from him because, they wouldn't be getting one. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, grinning and staring at random people who passed by. This was just a strange daily routine that he himself didn't seem notice.

"He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile." ~
"He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse," ~
"And they all lived together in a little crooked house." ~


Trying to sing another line from the 'pleasant' lullaby. Singing it in a higher volume which made people jump in front of him, he swayed along with the music playing in his head. They've noticed who he was and they'd know to quickly move out of his way, he was done looking at the battling particles, for now. His light blue eyes followed one particular person and never left them until they gave him a reaction. Laughing to himself, he got what he had wanted; so, he did continue walking on the yellow brick road, knowing in actuality it was only a concrete path.

He enjoyed singing around different people and following them until they ran away or aren't the peak of his interest any longer. Spinning around a group of random people he literally jumped into one of them as he got closer to the building. As if he'd say sorry or even a simple pardon me, he wouldn't even notice anyone if they don't physically grab his attention. Stepping into the horrible quality building, it really was like a home to him. He didn't really care if it looked like a piece of crap, he actually never noticed that the vampire dorm building is crappier looking than other buildings.

"They all live together in a crooked little house." ~
"Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch;" ~
"Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch." ~


His mother was always the one to say that about his old room back at home. His mother, the women he hated and loved dearly, had put him into this school just to escape the fact that she and the others were in the wrong. She never really showed that she cared. But, it was alright with him; he was always believing that she was dead and gone. His father on the other hand is never there enough for Abram to be judge on. So for him he's just neutral.

"Foolish old woman. Foolish old man." After saying that, he began to roll his eyes up into the cracks on the ceiling. They were the only ones that could make him frown without them even trying to.

Sighing and full of relief,"Home sweet home!" It was no where near being anything but, a crappy building but, he liked it that way, who needed nicely painted walls and things that weren't already broken? He didn't need any of that. Smiling to no one in particular, Abram stood in the middle of the doorway not keeping in mind that others might want to get by.

"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile." ~