*Sakura walked out of the inn and ran after Eragon. After about an hour of running she spotted him by a lake. She panted and tried to regain her breath but she had to apologize to him... or did she? She shook her head and walked towards him* Eragon *She reached out a hand and gently touched his shoulder* you ok?
Originally posted by angel_kitsuneI'm just thinking..*He looked at the palm of his hand. The scar reminded him of old pains and screams. He put a hand over his eyes and tried to shake it off*
*Sakura walked out of the inn and ran after Eragon. After about an hour of running she spotted him by a lake. She panted and tried to regain her breath but she had to apologize to him... or did she? She shook her head and walked towards him* Eragon *She reached out a hand and gently touched his shoulder* you ok?
ooc-good to be back people i am now 18 how cool ps just wached the new final fantasy advent children movie and it is sooooooo cool)
diablo apeard in the middle of what appeard to be a disaster area "kaze oh kaze were are you has any one seen kaze" this is all my fault he thought i should have never gone away "follen have you seen kaze"
Name: Erik Thomas McKinley
Date of Birth: July 4th, 1788
Birth into Darkness: August 26, 1814
Height: 5’11”
Hair: Dark brown, gentleman’s cut with long
sideburns.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Clan: Never, Erik hates the idea of organized vampires.
Abilities: Unknown, he prefers to live an unassuming life, mirroring that of a human.
Personality: Quiet with strangers, yet he is nice and outgoing. Erik generally dislikes other vampires because he feels they possess a “haughty arrogance” and he prefers to spend time with other humans. Although they may be physically weaker, Erik feels that the human race is far superior because of the moral ethics they possess. He feels that vampirism is a curse of the devil.
History: Erik Thomas McKinley was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the only son of Francis and Ann McKinley. Francis, a Revolutionary War hero, died when Erik was very young, leaving Ann to take care of Erik. With the money her husband left behind, Ann cared for him as best as she could, even sending him to Harvard for a law degree. Soon afterward, Erik opened his own practice and was becoming quite established in society, but he postponed his career in 1810 to enlist in the army.
Erik was put under the command of General Henry Dearborn stationed in the Michigan Territory, where he eventually rose to the rank of Lieutenant. In 1812, President Madison entered into war with Great Britain and one of the first American defeats was the surrender of Fort Detroit to the British. However, Erik was not taken prisoner and was instead reassigned and promoted to Captain of a cavalry regiment. His unit and he were then transferred to be part of the Washington, D.C. home guard. Erik very much enjoyed life in the Nation’s Capital, where he rubbed elbows with some of the nation’s finest. Politicians and generals, foreign ambassadors and visiting leaders, balls and parties were almost a nightly occurrence in the capital, and Erik took a liking to the elite group. In early 1814 Erik even met the beautiful daughter of a German Diplomat, Franz Heidelsheim, named Diane. However, Erik’s world soon came crashing down on him.
On the night of August 24th, 1814, British troops invaded Washington. The White House was in flames, the President was evacuated, and the citizens were in chaos. Erik’s unit was ordered to cover the escape of the President Madison. After bringing the young nation’s leader to a safe location, Erik and his men encountered trouble in the swampy outskirts of the city. British dragoons were attempting to find the president, but Erik’s regiment was able to chase down most of them, and the rest were captured. Erik personally stayed behind in an old abandoned home with five of his men in case more U.S. troops showed up, while Erik’s subordinate rode north with the rest of his company and their prisoners. Around 4:00 a.m., a squad of British riders approached the house, Erik and his men took defensive cover, and a fight ensued. The only survivors were Erik and one of his men. But the cost was great: Erik had been stabbed twice in the abdomen, and his trooper was shot three times and his skull was caved in by the butt of a British pistol. Only Erik lived to see the morning. It would be the last sunrise he would ever see again.
Throughout the next day, Erik was too weak to move. He had lost too much blood, and he knew death was only hours away. Hour after hour he tried to walk, but Erik was too weak. By evening, he accepted that death was imminent. Erik began to pray his rosary and beg God for forgiveness. Around 10:00 p.m., Erik was starting to slip out of consciousness. Then, something unexpected happened. Another rider was coming from the south, but he was not British, no, he wasn’t even human. He was very tall and well-dressed in clothes from a bygone era. The man whispered something to Erik, but by this time, Erik was so weak he couldn’t have understood if he tried. Suddenly, the man bit him, draining the last precious drops of blood from Erik’s body. At this he vainly fought, trying to defend the last moments of his life from this assailant. The man, noting Erik’s will to live, granted him life. A new life. A life that was worse than death.
At first Erik enjoyed his life as a vampire. The world was a new place to him. Everything held fascination and depth he never thought possible. He missed the daylight, but the excitement of the night was thrilling in itself. However after a few months, Erik began to grow weary of his new life. Alexander, his maker, hated humans and would kill as many as he could every night. Erik himself did not have the heart to take the final kill, and Alexander would have to do it for him. With his army life behind him, Erik was going to leave his maker and travel back to Philadelphia to return to his law firm, for he was resentful that he could never have children or life the life he wanted to. Erik viewed himself as cursed, damned by Satan to a fate worse than death.
Indeed the one who made him was cruel, and, in an effort to prevent Erik from leaving, he did something that would haunt Erik for the rest of his days. Diane, the earthly beauty whom Erik could now never be with, was seized by Alexander in February of 1815. He proceeded to transform her into a creature of the night. Erik was enraged that such angelic beauty could be tainted, and he tried to kill Alexander. However it was to no avail. For the next five years the three lived together in the capital, and Diane grew accustomed to her conditioned. The three would always feed together, but Erik still never took the final life from the victim. Deep down, Erik was actually glad he now had Diane with him. He took delight in every minute he spent with her.
In March, 1820, they left Erik. When he awoke one evening, they were gone. He had stayed alive for her, and now, she vanished. She left a note, stating generalizations and predicted farewells. Also, the two left him a bank account, with enough money to keep him satisfied for centuries. However, love cannot be bought. Erik purchased his now elderly mother a large town house in New York City, and after months of researching where they may have traveled to, Erik set sail in 1821, bound for Europe. His first stop was Greece, which was in the midst of revolution from the Ottoman Empire. This is where he met the first of his kind. They were cold and fiercely territorial. The vampires of the old world possessed little love for humanity and obsessed with ancient vampirical lore. The humans were largely no help either. Erik traveled from country to country for the next nine years, searching for his love, to reunite with, and his make, to destroy. After an exhaustive search through all of Europe, Erik gave up, and returned to America in 1830.
Upon his return to Washington, he was met with sad news: his mother had died. This only furthered Erik’s grief and for the next ten years he cared nothing about his life. He prowled the streets, killing the bad and good alike. He no longer was restrained by the vestiges of humanity. When some suspected him of murder, he moved to his mother’s estate in New York City, where he went into a sort of hibernation for the next twenty some years. The famous Draft Riots in the streets of 1863 caused him to awake from his slumber, and Erik immediately returned to action. No longer in the anguished state he was in before, he returned to somewhat of his former self. Until the turn of the century, Erik used the streets of New York as his hunting ground. Keeping his town house in Washington, D.C., he also purchased residences in Chicago and San Francisco.
When the great Ellis Island immigration wave of the early 20th century hit New York, Erik found the docks and sweatshops to be his personal feeding grounds. He enjoyed watching the progress of civilization: from photographs to motion pictures and carriages to automobiles, Erik welcomed the progress of the future and embraced his neighboring humans. In 1910, Erik decided to once again visit Europe. After four years, he met a man in a café in Paris who claimed he knew the whereabouts of Diane, his lost love. The next day Erik was going to travel to his house in the countryside, but his plans were delayed. The German Army had mobilized and were rapidly approaching Paris. The First World War had began. Two weeks later, after The Battle of the Marne had reached a halt, Erik snuck into the countryside. The man’s house was destroyed, and him along with it but that is not what shocked him. Bodies littered the grounds. Hundreds of dead boys, none looked to be older than 25. For 100 years Erik had seen death nearly everyday, but this was too much even for him. Disgusted by his experiences in Europe, Erik returned to America.
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Erik stands at 5''11, weighs around 190lbs. He has a short gentlemen's black hair that stops about his mid forehead, he has a Scar running from the top of his left brow down over his eye and to his Cheek, but other wise has a rather handsome face, he has Dark Brown eyes that seem to see through people, he wears a dark black trench coat with casual black silk suit on. Erik takes long sure strides as he makes his way towards the inn, his long hair blowing lightly in the wind. Although he has not had to use it for many years now he still carries a cane, the long shiny black shaft that releases a weapon glinting in the moonlight, the red dimond like blade on the top center reflecting the light onto the ground, his foot falls could be heard as he steped up onto the porch, he had not been here for many years.....well not since he had meet with his long lost half brother.....maybe he was half hoping he was here. But all he really cared about at the moment was a glass of red wine...it was a taste him and his brother both enjoyed, Why he would never know. He, opened the door and was greeted by the familar creeking noise that followed it, yes it had been too long since his last visit as he stepped through the door and shut it he was also greeted by the familar smell of the fire burning and the creeky old rafters above, After a few moments of reminicing. He made his way to the bar and ordered his usual and when it arrived he went about sipping it as he set his trusty trident at his side.