GARROW, EZRA SKYLAR

[EZRA SKYLAR GARROW]

ezra skylar garrow

character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.

FULL NAME , ezra skylar garrow.
NICKNAMES , ez, ezzie.
AGE , twenty.
BIRTHDAY , november seventeenth.
SEXUALITY , straight.
GRADE , sophomore.
OCCUPATION , none.
MEMBER GROUP , college student.

hello, my name is KELLY. i am SEVENTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through RANDOM AD. so, here's an example of my average post:

Ambrose was reading a novel peacefully in his villa. Well, not a novel per-say, it was a collection of Shakespeare's plays. He was an avid fan of Shakespeare, even if some had been butchered in redundant scenes and horrible mimicry. Romeo and Juliet, to say, was the most favorite for such terrorism done to the brilliant mans work. Regardless, he did steal most of his play work ideas - though that simply made him even more brilliant, in Ambrose's opinion. He was towards the beginning of Macbeth, as he had just murdered King Duncan, his wife behing the sly vixen behind the plot. Such ideas for the time never stopped to amaze him, it made him wonder if he, himself, was that easily manipulated? Was he simply dough in a ready bakers hands? The thought puzzled him, triggering stimuli in his brain. Most vampires who had lived many years, girls included had ways to get what they wanted, was Ambrose - even with all his personified traits, could they pull the wool over his over sensitive eyes? He wasn't quite sure, and though he could pick up on lies easily enough, some were even more skilled in the art than he. Eyes loped across the page at a speed impossibly inhuman, which of course - was only natural for that of a vampire. Brain dissected line by line, knowing the meaning perfectly, trying to find hidden syllabuses in the words. He had actually discovered one or two innuendos that some would hardly understand - even if they had been in Shakespeare's time.


A sigh escaped his lips as eyes closed languidly, maybe he would take a small break - as much as he did love Shakespeare, he often found himself over thinking things while reading it. Such as beforehand, in his earlier predicament. Picking up a stray piece of fabric, the very same one he had bought for his sister actually, he placed it into the deep pages of the book. He was feeling very philosophical as he had already finished King Lear, The Tempest, Othello and Cymbeline. All in the time of an hour, having dissected each and every one of the plays scripts, for at least the hundredth time. Though seeing as he had lived to almost three hundred years - it was most likely a very higher number. His afore mentioned thoughts still rung about in his head, and he sighed out briefly though smooth encased lips. Rubbing hands over eyes, Ambrose stood. He was tall, yes, it was easy for one to see. Though not toweringly so. He would most likely be considered a normal height nowadays, though back in his time he was practically a giant. He moved around, pondering what he were to do. Maybe go find some company? The idea sounded well enough to him, and he immediately found a white tee shirt which he threw on over his bare chest, bottom half being already covered in dark jeans, a few rips marring the surface. The idea was simplistic, though he still managed to make it look like the ultimate fashion statement, like he was a runway model using the world as his stage. Of course, if somebody ever mentioned this to him, he would dismiss the idea immediately as ludicrous.


As image looked presentable, at least, that was what Ambrose read in the mirror, he moved to walk towards the back of his villa. Though something flashed, catching his vision through a large window adorning his walls. A shock of blond hair, attatched to a petite body, the face of the girl holding a sweet exterior, though her eyes had wandered off as she sat solely on a bench in the courtyard of the clans mansion, holding all their villas into one property range. Ambrose watched her, knowing with her keen vision, she may have already seen him and was watching him back out of the corner of her eye. He stood there plainly, still viewing her. If he was interested in someone, he found it mildly stupid to try and hide it. Once you've been around as long as he, you just throw yourself out there, if it works - great, if it doesn't oh well. Ambrose had never been in love, rather he was coming to a point in his life where he may start cultivating a relationship. Though, even when he did try he usually ended up pushing them away as they got closer. Such as Hannah, instead of confronting her about the situation he had overheard, he simply ignored her altogether. He found it much easier that way. Yes, Ambrose was a hard man to get. In all actually, no girl had managed to fully capture his heart in his very long lifetime. Now that is saying something, and usually this made the girls in his coven compete harder for him - after all, he did have exceedingly good looks, and they knew he wasn't a player, if he fell in love, it would be forever. Unfortunately it was few and far between who even captured the slightest of his attention. As eyes traveled over her once more, Ambrose turned towards the stairs leading to the courtyard. Apparently Dahlia was one of those few.


Coming to the back doorway, Ambrose twisted the handle, walking towards the blond girl, almost faerie like in stance. "Hello Dahlia." He greeted the girl from behind, walking as he stood comfortably near the metal arm of the bench. He let her name roll of his tongue, it was a beautiful name, matching her cool exterior. Blue eyes roamed over her short dress, hitched slightly higher by a golden looking belt, heels and deep red coat only made her seem even more lavish. Now - Ambrose may not have ever fell in love - though he has experienced a great deal of lust, and he had given into those emotions, though he tried to hold it back as gaze held to her bare legs. "You look...stunning." He said, playing a tremor in his voice at just the right moment to be perceived as interested, a small smile gracing his lips as he tore his eyes away from her figure, locking them to the smooth angles of her face. Hand moved to be shoved into his front pocket as eyes traced over the point of her fangs - which were still fairly visible. A ploy for power, and he chuckled, though the reason would be unknown to her. Did she really have to overcompensate for the fact that she was smaller - a girl. He really did find that when girl did that it bugged him, must she make herself look powerful, when he himself could do the same thing? Though thought left his mind immediately as he let it slide over, he would deal with. If he wanted to her could make her beg...and not from a fight. Though now his brain was going somewhere he wanted to keep it from, and pulled back immediately, moving one hand across his forehead as if to brandish the improper thoughts from his mind. And it seemed to work - for the time being anyway.

[tisse]

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