Post by fai caige traynor on Apr 30, 2011 0:10:48 GMT -5
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Fai Caige Traynor
[/color][/i]Fai Caige Traynor
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"Candlelight melts all my shadows away
Thanks for the hate cause it's fueling my flames
You can't control us, no
I think you're losing control"[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Fai (I'd like Fai to be a part of the Amsel clan if that's alright?)
~ how did you find us?: Mizaki (mizuki *cough*)
~i also play: Just this one
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~ my name is : Fai Caige Traynor
~ call me : N/A
~ i am : 30; appears around 17-19
~ born on : August 4th, 1981
~ my twin : Andy Biersack (or Six)
~ gender : Male
~ i like : Both
~ species : hybrid
~ type : half
~ animal form : N/A
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~ about me :
Naivety is the basis of his character, easily believing things that are untrue or easily deceived, but only really listens to people who opinions actually matter to himself. In that light, he comes off as quite rude or even condescending to others, portraying himself as a defensive mechanism, and as his own traits, that had been given onto him by his grandmother's nature.
That saying, it doesn't mean that Fai has a more sophisticated and political outlook on life, he can gain a more serious look depending on his situation and should he need to pull himself into that kind of shield. Though that doesn't say that he can't have fun as he goes along with his life, given the right approach or even the right attitude towards him, and he'd open up a more joking side of himself, that is rarely shown and more reserved for lighter times and/or mockery. Most of Fai's attitude towards people comes from his hate of others, which sprouted from his solitude and jealously of others lives.
~ my family :
Mother: Karstyn Traynor - deceased (childbirth) - was 43 (human)
Father: Anthony ? - Living - 323 (Vampire)
Grandmother: Katalian Traynor - deceased (natural causes) - Was 87 (Human)
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]snow
[/li][li][/color]sleeping
[/li][li][/color]His grandmother
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]loud noises when he's sleeping
[/li][li][/color]rain
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~ history :
Fai was born early August, to a woman who had expected the father to come back after his coven moved him to protect their secret, to a woman who died as he was born - like many halflings mothers - and in front of her own mother's eyes. His grandmother was whimsical and quite intelligent, having seen enough in the supernatural side of her world, but her own halfling grandson had been a surprise to her.
At the moment when his birth and her death were the same, she went into overdrive, she blocked out the memories of her own daughters screams and took the child and named him, a name that had been selected by her daughter in one of those game-like moments that young girls tended to have in their lives, Fai Caige Traynor. Fai's grandmother hadn't known of Fai's father's name - though she hadn't even known of her daughter's pregnancy - so she had given him her own family name, though she knew by the slight snippets of her daughter speaking of him, and those rare moments where she had seen him with her daughter, that he was different and Fai, himself proved that.
Fai had been brought up upon human food - as his grandmother assumed though, he would need blood and since she volunteered quite regularly at the blood bank, so blood wasn't quite the problem. She raised him as anyone would do a normal kid, except for schooling. On her own time, she taught him whatever she felt he needed to know, a halfling having superior knowledge and appearing quite older at a younger age. He gained a naivety towards the world from that.
At around fifteen, Fai decided to leave his very sheltered life within his grandmother's home, he had only left a few times before as a necessity, and other than trips to the outside and things written down in a book, Fai was very new to the world. It was winter, and in Fai's little part of America, it was snowing, he found it interesting and feel in love with cold feeling and the pure whiteness of it all, a meaningless part in his life, but it was defining to him.
Being secluded his whole life, Fai found himself unable to communicate with anyone he couldn't find intrigue in, he tended to stay inside for those reasons, keeping himself within the gates of his grandmother's house, and away from those he - daresay - was scared of.
When Fai had turned twenty-two, his grandmother had died, his only real connection with society was lost to him, whenever Fai had left the house he avoided others, he disliked others, reasons why was unknown. It had been a breaking point to Fai, he didn't come to his "family"'s funeral for her and instead stayed in her house, it was written down to him in the will anyways.
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~ role play sample :
So he was remembered. The corners of his mouth rose a little more than he had them originally, his smile becoming wider and brighter at the sound of Miyuki's voice.
"Miyuki-nee-chan. How are you short one?" He laughed quietly at the joke, he wasn't the most tallest person, but Miyuki was a few heads shorter then him, he was allowed to make these jokes. Wasn't he?
He felt her pull from his arms and move in a swift motion, off the swing and moved to glomp him. Beginning to laugh, Kamui noticed something, it hurt to do so. Kamui hissed quietly at the pain that stung in his neck and the needles that seemed to prick his side, why the fuck did it hurt? Was the abuse that Kamui received only noticeable now? Now that his one and only connection to the world had returned once again? It was a weird twist of fate, Kamui seemed to be an attraction for those type of things. He blamed it on his birthname; Kamui Shirou, it was like a way of asking some sort of higher spirit or any figure of authority to fuck up his life. Destroyer of God, was one meaning, the other being One that preforms god's wishes. Either one was pretty much a way of saying " this kid is special", and of course he had to be.
He pressed her closer, a fear evident in his actions that he was scared, it was an emotion that he never seemed to connect to unless, he really was scared, or he was with someone he could feel scared around. Strange way for his emotions to work, he knew that, but it was a defensive mechanism, he wasn't going to feel anything but anger unless he had to. Unless he was able to.
Finally the pain in his throat died and Kamui was able to speak to his Nee-san once more - though he was older than her so she wasn't technically his Nee-san he still called her that - there were questions buzzing in his mind, he had been worried about her, and also, he wanted to tell her so many things that he knew he couldn't, because it could break her, or at least anger her, and he wouldn't want that, he would rather become a slave to that hunter than to let that happen.
"Miss me?" He joked, knowing that by her reaction, it was evident that it was a yes, and that pleased him, he liked being missed, it meant someone cared.
There was a chilling feeling within Kamui as he realised, that this moment couldn't last, he couldn't be with his Nee-chan for too long, why? Because that hunter would find him and take him back, that demon of a man, would steal his happiness away from him once more, he had branded Kamui three times for his escapes, twice on his ear and one angel winged tattoo on his back. Each brand had a tracker in-bedded within, and that included the one on his back, it was melded into his skin, making escape inevitable.
Absent mindedly he reached up and touched his earring, he knew she had a right know he couldn't come home, the hunter didn't are about where he was from, and now the game the two of them were playing couldn't end. He was stuck in this endless loop until, he lost all will. That was what poison did to you, it took away your will, and if Kamui continued his ways, soon his own.
"I hope you know I can't come home." His voice was quiet, and foreboding, it was a sad fact but one that was crucial to know, he didn't want to tell her that, but he had too.
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