OOC: Greetings all! Forgive me for a being a bit new to this forum. I like it so far! Anyways, down to the point... I'm playing the part of 'Shade'.
Name: 'Shade'
Mortal Name: 'Kodaven Terrenson.' Name was legally changed at 18 to better him.
True Name: -- :eusa_sile -- Sorry, that much won't be given away!
Age: Actual age is 23. But appears at first glance to be no more than 19 or 20.
Sorry Pixie, unlike Anais, he does still age...
Little is known about Shade from those outside his kind. As a youth, he was simply one of the kids who 'fell through the cracks' of the system. Diagnosed with ADD at the age of 12. Dropped out of High School, barely obtaining a GED. To those who know him best... he was bored with the mundanity of school... and that's all the reasoning needed. When he reached 18, he severed any and all ties to his entire family, leaving them in Salt Lake City without a word other than a note that said "You would have been the death of me!" He is a bit of a traveler, believing that if he stays in any particular city, things might get a little too stagnent for his tastes. Seattle happens to be where he is currently...
--Description: Shade is Caucasian, with rather pale skin. His dull-blue eyes tend to glance around nervously, as if he's trying to watch all things happening at once. His features are sharp and accented by his thin eyebrows. Other than that, he lacks any other facial hair (and always appears smooth-shaven). His hair is black and stringy, and hangs down to his shoulders in a hastily combed-back style. His build is quite slim, and he stands no higher than 5 foot 7 inches. He is always seen wearing exclusively black clothes... from old ratty sneakers, to loose fitting baggy jeans. His shirt is a plain black with no logos or slogans. And his jacket is worn-in black leather with zippers and pockets all over it. There is not a single brand name on any of his clothes (even the sneakers lack a brand name of any kind). No noticible piercings of any kind.
All 'spoken' text from Shade will be grey in color, to represent that he never speaks above a whisper.
IC: The bar was dimly lit, and under-populated... just the way Shade liked it. He had told Anaïs that this would be the spot he'd meet her at. And it reassured him that this bar was a good choice. The TV above the glass-lined counter was on the News, with the current stories being the typical Oil shipment crashes, murder in local neighborhood, and Tacoma riots being quelled. Shade sat disinterested in the darkest corner of the room at a table, sipping a Mexican import. No amount of liquid-courage was going to ease his mind. It was a select few vampires that Shade actually gave contact info to. It was fewer still the ones that he'd actually answer. Anaïs may have been an exception, but it wasn't like he enjoyed hanging around any blood-suckers... especially when they got hungry. And although he could take a little confidence in the fact that he'd give them the worst acid trip ever, it didn't calm his nerves... And he was starting to run low on money for more liquid-courage. "This is gonna be one of those nights..." He whispered.