| Name: Clive Douglas Van Demour Age: 235, looks like 25. Hair: cole black with a slight glimmer of silver. Eyes: Dark, dark brown, they look black but in sertan lights, you can se them as golden brown. Skin: Light tanned. Body: Welltrained but not "over done". Height: 189cm. Weight: 90kg Day of Birth: 11th of October. Clan: Gangrel |
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| History: Before he became a vampire, he had a daughter with a beautifull woman which he loved ever so much, but the dream wouldn't last for long...His wife soon started to acuse him of cheating even though he didn't, probably because she cheated herself. Clive knew this and later confronted her about it, she denied of course. The cheating kept on in several months until Clive was fed up with it. Once again he had found her with a nother man! In anger, Clive took a long walk before he went back to their home, that walk would change his life for ever, Clive was embraced by a gangrel year 1131a.c. And was left to die in the forest. Things didn't really work out for that young Gangrel, that kin didn't think, Clive soon learned the ways of a Vampire on his own, by his own. He also learned that he couldn't trust anyone and kept pushing everybody away. He didn't even know there was kindred like him in town even though he had started to feel things when he looked at certan people, he didn't understand what it was.Soon he remembered his wife and daughter and returned to his home which he found empty, no child and no wife. All he found was a note saying "I'm leaving and I'm taking My daughter with me".The note was somewhat bleached by sunlight and a light cover of dust layed all over their house. Dead flowers on the vase where the note was resting. How long had he really been gone?! She had left? With his dear daughter?! He took this hard. He loved his daughter so much he'd gladly die defending her. He went up to his room and in anger he shattered a "mansized" mirror and found that the mirror had to be a portal or something to a nother place, where the wooden frame where the mirrior should have sat, was now something that looked like melted.... Metal?! He carefully touched it, it was cold, not cold as ice, but cold as, well, metal. He put his entire hand inside, only coldness, nothing more. In his confusement, he took a step inside, soon finding himself in a park he didn't recognice at all, the portal was gone when he looked around... He was from the Darkages, he came from the past...This was the future, year 2003..... |
| Personality: Because of his past, Clive has a hard time trusting strangers as well as he likes to keep to himself, he doesn't talk much, only when he needs to or when he feels like it. Many people would say he was a mystery to everybody. He has a really bad temper and can explode for little things. Why that is, he doesn't know, probably because he was forced to become something he hated, now, he is doomed to live the life of something he so long feared for... A vampire... |
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