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| User: | shy_vamp (350325) Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
-Walt Whitman |
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| Name: | Godric Witt | ||||||||||
| Website: | Tiberius J. Swann Detention Facility | ||||||||||
| AOL IM: |  longagogodric (Add Buddy, Send Message) | ||||||||||
| Bio: | Name:Godric Witt Date of Birth:February 12, 1860 Age:148 Race/Species:Vampire Hometown:Brighton, England Physical description:Handsome and debonaire, Godric can easily fit himself into any era. His charming eyes are a slate blue-gray, his chiseled chin and cheeks house a beautiful, winning smile. His look can be rugged, classy, chic, messy, sophisticated, dirty. Any way he wishes to go, Godric's features will accomodate. He stands at about 5'9", and dark raven hair whispers of a long European past. His olive tonned skin and pronounced nose suggests Greek, but his slim frame and graceful movement denotes French blood. His family history places him all throughout Europe, but sadly the beauty and diversity of his heritage is cloaked in a simple, though soothing, British accent. PB: John Stamos Personality: Godric is a funny, laughable, loveable guy. Of course, this is because he was born and raised in a time when chivalry and honor were the most important asset a man could have. Aside from money, naturally. He is polite to everyone unless provoked otherwise. He is kind and compassionate, especially to women. A lot of people have accused him of being old fashioned, to which he would smile a knowing smile and reply that courtesy never goes out of fashion. Before he was turned, Godric was a kind and generous man. Soon after being turned, he went through the expected rebellion- sexual acts with many women, using illegal substances, drinking from people either with or without their consent. But after a few decades, he realized that all he was trying to do was throw his life away. He was trying to make the anger stop, trying to end his misery. But his life wasn't going to end, there was no possibility of him crashing and burning out. So he pulled himself up by the bootstraps, so to speak, and cleaned up his act. And that is very telling of Godric's personality. Sometimes common sense just shines through and you have to just get over your hurt and make yourself better, because no one else will do it for you. Now he is very much the way he was when he was still human- shy, sweet, and patient. Background: If you'd asked Godric what the worst day of his life was, he would tell you it was a toss-up between three days: The first time he'd had to kill something for sustanance (it had been a rabbit), meeting his mother's new husband for the first time (not suitor, or fiance, but husband), or discovering that his sire was his own mother. Godric was raised with both mother and father in Brighton, England, in a sunny little suburban house on a hill. It was all very picturesque, even when his father Richard passed away. Both parents had come from money, and Godric's father had been a successful entrpreneur in the coal industry. So when he passed, Godric was not swept into the street as a downtrodden orphan. Instead he, his mother Deliliah, and the few servants of the house, managed to pick up the pieces of their lives and move onward. The world kept turning, and there were coming out parties and masqerade balls and courtings and college and business dealings. Godric joined the family business beside his grandfather at the appropriate age, found a woman to whom he was quickly betrothed, and made plans of family and marriage and prosperity. His mother, however, began to grow older and more weary. She'd had Godric when she was twenty-eight, and her heart had never fully recovered from the incident. (He was her third and final attempt at a child, having had two miscarriages beforehand.) Now, as he was thirty one, Delilah was forty-nine and her health was fading. It seemed she was determined to simply fade out, and refused to accept any medical help for her weakness. But then oen say, out of the blue, she called upon Godric to come to her home at once. She had such news for him. When he arrived, he was not at all prepared for what she was to tell him. She had found a cure for herself. She'd spent so long worrying about the money her husband had left behind, and what might become of it after she died. She knew it belonged to Godric, and rightfully so, but she also knew that Richard's business assosciates would attack the will and trust fund as soon as Delilah's cold body hit the ground. But what could she do? She would be dead. And if these men were clever enough, they might take the house away from the family, and Godric would have nothing. And so Delilah had found an answer- she would simply never die. And that was when she introduced Godric to Josiah Broderick. Her husband. Godric had never met Josiah before in his life, so he could not understand why his mother had chosen to marry him without saying a word to him. And when he did meet him, Godric did not like Josiah at all. The man had a cold smile, and fingers that wrapped around Delilah's shoulders like snakes. He seemed too pale, too, and his eyes just too dark. "I cannot believe you have sullied my father's memory by wedding this person!" Godric declared angrily. And that was when, most unexpectedly, Delilah lunged forward and grabbed Godric with a strength impossible for a woman in her condition. She bit his neck, draining the life from him. And when she instructed him to drink from her wrist, lest he die, he obeyed, terrified. So his mother was now his sire. She explained how Josiah had given her eternal life, and now she'd never need worry about who would take her money after she died. Godric, feeling shamed and bitter, abandoned his fiance and for the next thirty years threw himself into the dark underworld of vampires. He stayed there for over thirty years, living in feeding dens and surviving off humans, drugs and sex. But slowly, he began to realize that he had an entire life to live and he couldn't spend all of it destroying himself. Immortality was merely a state of being. Why should it forever change Godric's values and lifestyle? When he finally managed to pull himself out of the cult of the London vampires, Godric moved to America to be away from his mother and the anger she brought forth in him. He knew he could never forgive her for what she'd done to him. But his newfound condition had a few advantages, for he found a school that needed teachers like himself, and so Godric took his first hand knowledge of writing and music and history, and a teacher for Tiberius Swann he became. After a seven year stint, in which Godric spent most of his time keeping to himself, he began making friends and letting people into his life. Then his mother bought him a house, an old bed and breakfast which is affectionately called on campus The Big Gay House. Abilities: All the abilities of a vampire; abnormal strength, inability to age, can drink blood. Weaknesses: Sensitivity to sunlight, inability to touch holy relics. Staff Position: Teacher; English, Supernatural History and mentor to Responsible Feeding. Training/Experience: Lived in a time of great musical appreciation, has gone to college when learning proper English was more than necessity, and his love of learning forced him to investigate supernatural beings through time. (He's also lived through much of that time, so...) Random Facts: He's currently restoring an incredibly crappy 1969 Firebird.  [This journal is for an RPG community. John Stamos is in no way affiliated.] | ||||||||||
| Memories: | 3 entries | ||||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||||||||
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| Member of: | 3: tiberiusswann, tjs_ooc, tjs_storylines | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
