Post by Heath Samuel Dicaprio on Apr 21, 2011 19:47:48 GMT -5
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Heath Samuel Dicaprio
[/color][/i]Heath Samuel Dicaprio
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" One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter."[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Ivan
~ how did you find us?: Uh. . .Don't remember XP
~i also play: Andrew Daniel Walsh
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~ my name is : Heath Samuel Dicaprio
~ call me : Heath
~ i am : 25
~ born on : December 24th, 1986
~ my twin : Leonardo Dicaprio
~ gender : male
~ i like : girls
~ species : Shapeshifter
~ type : vegetarian, wild, newborn, half?
~ animal form : Wolf
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~ about me : Heath has an intuitive feeling for harmony and beauty is an emotional basic need. Colours and forms are adjusted to each other. He prefers clear lines and balanced proportions and Heath enjoys a well done composition. A lack of good taste hurts Heath almost physically. Heath will regularly enter situations in which he has to take responsibility. Heath loves his homely environment and is sincere and full of energy he is able to express in a very creative way. The more he has to do the happier he is. What Heath starts he generally finishes. He loves the contact with others and likes to be in company. There are moments in which Heath drives himself crazy because of doubts and jealousy and the things seem to look worse than they really are.
On one hand Heath wants to act instinctively on the other his will is overemphasized. He is performance driven but also stubborn enough to wanting to work by the own methods. Heath tends to be drawn to dangerous things, but as a wolf, that is natural. He likes to start fights and lives to kill vampires.
~ my family : Father- Leonardo Dicaprio; species: Shifter(Deceased)
Mother- Leigha Dicaprio; species: Human(Alive); Age: 50
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]Drawing and being creative; running and being athletic, doing something in general
[/li][li][/color] He loves being around people and friends
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]Vampires
[/li][li][/color]Idiots.
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~ history :
Heath was born in New York and grew up in a house located very near the Catskills Mountains in New York. His mother, Leigha had met his dad in Europe, his dad Leonardo was a shifter that took the form of a wolf and imprinted on Leigha. During that time Leigha became pregnant and Leonardo died fightings a vampire that killed a member of his pack, Leonardo was the alpha wolf. Leigha was grief stricken and didn't want to live without Leonardo but she knew she had to for the unborn Heath.
Leigha moved to New York and lived there without problem, she had bought a house near the mountains because the view was beautiful. Heath was born on December 24th, 1986. She told him all the stories that Leonardo had once told her, that a very very very long time ago his forefathers had been in great peril. They had a great enemy that plagued the small villages that lived there. The area were they lived was close to italy and rome, so their language was close to that, they called the enemy the Strigoiu, which meant blood drinker. Many villagers died from the Strigoiu, it was a male and tried to make them make sacrifices to him but the chief wouldn't have it. The chief and six of his greatest warriors armed themselves and set off to kill the Strigoiu. None survived but the Chief and he barely managed to get away. He was bleeding and close to death. Finally he fell in the dirt and his soul lifted from his battered body, watching himself die. But something approached, a fairly large wolf. The wolf was intelligent and the chief wanted to live so he asked the wolf if they could share the wolf's body and the wolf obliged. With the new power of the great wolf, the chief set off and relocated the Strigoiu. Using his new strength the chief killed the strigoiu after a long battle. Then, the chief felt great joy, the joy of a man who had saved his people, and that emotion changed him back into a man. He came back to his village and was praised.
Heath always loved it when his mother told him that story when he was a boy. She told it in explicit detail. As he grew up he grew less interested in her tall tales and as a teenager he didn't even care anymore. He went to school and made many friends and became a jerk. He was cocky and arrogant, thinking that his looks could get him anything he wanted. And for a little while, they did until he hit a major growth spurt and sky rocketed to 6'7'' tall. His growth didn't end there, he started to become very muscular and got a nasty temper. Then one day at the age of 18 he was out in the woods taking a stroll and smoking a cigarette when a guy tried to jump him. This guy and Heath always were at each other's throats and today Heath had pushed the guy over the edge by stealing his girlfriend. Heath finally snapped, and began shaking violently, growls and snarling erupting from his throat and then finally an explosion. He was on all fours and was crouched down, ready to tear this guy to shreds. The guy screamed and started to run away. Heath barked and jumped on the guy, grabbing him by the shirt with his teeth and shook him like a ragdoll before letting go and watching the guy fly into a tree. The only thing that saved him from killing the guy was catching his reflection in the nearby lake. He thought he had gone insane, he ran away and hid in the forest. It took him weeks to calm down and phase back. He returned home, crying. He told his mother what happened and how he had gone insane. His mother gently explained his heritage and that he was not crazy.
After that Heath started getting used to the idea of being a Shifter. He was stronger and faster than any other human. He had already destroyed one vampire. Heath and his mother think that he is the last shifter left, and they don't know that there are others. Heath was a very sociable person but he is too busy keeping his temper in check. He didn't finish highschool and currently does odd jobs here and there. He usually runs wild through the mountains as a wolf.
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~ role play sample :
pAndrew walked across the street; it was cloudy outside and he knew in about ten minutes the sun would be down anyway so he would be free to enjoy the day. He was roaming the quiet city and decided to go to his usual stop: Starbucks. He always went there, he loved the smell of coffee. Sometimes he would even drink it though he couldn't taste it anymore. His favorite smell was that of the Chai Latte. He ignored the stares he got from women and men alike; he was used to it. Ever since he was changed he had become inhumanly beautiful. He knew that he was but he didn't really care whether or not he was. He had met a few female vampires but they were all the same he could tell by their emotions.
He sighed as he jumped gracefully onto the sidewalk from the curb and ran a hand through his dark hair that was being tousled by the wind. He flicked his gold eyes around until he spotted the Starbucks. He didn't know why he did this either, he could smell the coffee a long ways away. It was a habit of his, like breathing had become a habit to make him look more human. If it weren't for Larten he would still be a nomad killing a human, feeling that despair. . . he shivered involuntarily and opened the door to the Starbucks, the smell was much more potent and he inhaled it, then coughed as he got a mouthful of a delicious human scent. He closed his mouth and ignored it. No more humans for him, he couldn't take their pain anymore.
Andrew walked gracefully to the counter and in a seductive tone only a vampire could manage he said, "Vente Iced Chai latte, extra chai, no water, skim milk."The young girl in odd shoes he recognized as Chuck Taylors, or Converse, blush something fierce and smile at an attempt to flirt. "Sure." She gushed with a slight stutter. "Right away. Wait here." She giggled and bounced off. Andrew nodded and put in his headphones and turned his Ipod up. He had over three thousand songs on it and a great variety. A voice began singing after a short guitar intro, "What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. . ."
The young worker bounced back with his iced chair and handed it to him. He put the money for it and a tip and her smile grew. He smirked at the emotions he felt from her and she giggled at what she thought was a smile. He winked at her, and her face looked like a tomato. He enjoyed flirting, he was very lonely. He had been with a few females during his time as a carnivore, he would always kill them during on accident though. But as a vegetarian, the only way he could be with a mate was if it were a female vampire, and he couldn't handle them. He wasn't really interested in another fling anyway.
He looked around for a moment, his liquid golden eyes scanning the area, then decided to sit next to a plain girl with paranoid feeling radiating off of her. He eyed her from the corner of his amber eyes and then turned his attention to his latte. He stared at it as he thought about the things he had missed in his short human life. He had been bit and then let to suffer that pain, the burning pain. He drummed his fingers on the counter and turned up his ipod.
"'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you. . ."
He wished he could drink his latte, but the idea was revolting because he would just have to hack it up later. He sighed and turned slightly to his bag and pulled out a sketch pad and his drawing pencil. He flipped through it, he had drawn many things, landscapes, buildings, people, animals. Andrew was very good at drawing, he had been practicing for over 80 years. He stopped at his last drawing; it was unfinished. A picture of two teenagers grinning, one with a M1302 Springfield Sniper Rifle at his side, the other holding binoculars, both in full Marine Uniform. Of course the uniform was the one issued in 1941, so it wasn't used anymore. Andrew sighed at the picture of his brother and him. He longed for those days, but they were over now.
Andrew shifted uncomfortably as someones very sad feelings shifted around him, suffocating him. He exhaled and turned to where they were coming from. He looked at the young girl next to him, she too had a sketch pad out and was drawing something. He turned his attention back to his own work, his mother had always told him it was impolite to get in someone elses's business. He began sketching again, the whole while wishing for companionship and wishing he could go back in time and save the two young happy teenagers.
Finally, curiosity caught the better of him. He turned to the girl and spoke in the most polite tone he could manage, "Excuse me. Could I see what you are drawing? I'm an artist myself." He gestured to his sketch pad with a small smile. Usually he didn't make conversation with humans, but he was bored and nothing better to do. Plus, he didn't understand her sudden change in emotion and wanted to know what the reason behind it was.
©2011, ANDREW DANIEL WALSH , All Rights Reserved.
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