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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 11:29:48 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]Basic Information[/glow] Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger Name: Crus Full Name: Crusnik Kaolinite Donnovan Terwilliger Birth Name: Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger Nicknames: Crus, Crussy, Cruseh, Cruseh-Babe, Pun'kin, Crussifer, Twinny Date of Birth: July 17, 1992 Birthplace: Greece Nationality: Irish Spoken Languages: English Gender: Male Zodiac Sign: Cancer Home: Terwilliger Manor Occupation: Owner of "Crussy's Sweet Dreams" Confection Shop Date of Turning: Feburary 14, 2007 Original Sire: Unknown Age at Turning: 15 Current Age: Seventeen |
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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 11:49:32 GMT -8
[shadow=red,left,300]Appearance and Personality [/shadow]Hair: Natural blonde. Previously dyed brunette then rainbow. Eyes: Hazel Skin: Smooth and pale Height: 5'4" Weight: 120 lbs Build: Slender Scars: None. Birthmark: None Piercings: Ears Tattoos: None Overall Appearance: Although Crus is a male. He's always been mistaken for a girl. Thick, blonde locks, delicate features and frame. Even at that. He always liked to dress up. So usually he dons something flashy and trendy. Or something completely eccentric. Who knows really. His hair is usually down, sometimes up or some awkward style, on certain occasions. Make-up he uses daily. Personality:Crus is probably the most cheerful and bubbly 'pire someone could hope to come across. But at the same time the innocence is not to be taken lightly. In a second he could snap down to a cruel, sadistic, 'pire. If not that he'll simply revert to acting like a child, screaming fits included. Usually. As long as things runn smoothly and go off without a hitch he can be genuinely happy. Whereas when something becomes difficult and challenging he'll end up making it harder than it already is. Crus can be fun and flirty, qualities that got him into trouble over and over as well as playing coy with men. Even with the above problems, Crus has an unlimited capacity of love. He always seeks the good out people. Even if they're the lowest, most rotten 'pire out there. He'd try to find the good in them. Likes: Family, Sweets, Shopping, Travel, The Colour Pink, Clubs, Dancing. Dislikes: Math, Having to pay attention to any detail other than clothes, stubborn people, cheaters.
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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 11:55:37 GMT -8
Love Life Basically: Crus does feel the urge to be in a relationship with someone, but it doesn't become essential to him at all times. Lover's come and go, some said they were forever. Then they slowly faded out of light or some were practically a one night stand. What Crus would be looking for in a relationship would be someone who wouldn't judge him on his appearance and be unconditionally loving towards him at all times, if a 'pire could do that for Crus. He'd return it. So far one has yet to do it. Sexual Orientation: Gay Marital Status: Single Current Partner: None Past Partners: Many |
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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 11:56:37 GMT -8
[size=4 ] Prior to Turning [/size]  Crusnik was born in a small village in Greece. His birth mother was killed in a fire that ravaged the entire village. Once put up for adoption he was taken in by an upper-class American couple on vacation. Would seem perfect if the couple had been home to raise him. Because the father was a CEO of a major company and the mother was a socialite they were rarely ever home. The duties of raising the child were taken on by the grandmother who he fondly called, Nana. He wasn't very social towards people at school and was often outcast by other students. When he had turned 8, Nana fell horridly ill, and eventually passed. Nana's death was a huge blow to Crusnik's life. Now instead of Nana raising him it was left to a hired nanny. He despised her so much, but put up with it untill his 12th birthday. When he adapted into the the socialite scene with his mother and took business management lessons with his father. Even though he had started to climb the ladder to success, people still outcast him for the fact he was a boy who looked like a girl. His next life-altering experience came on Valentine's Day of 2007. |
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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 12:18:47 GMT -8
[size=4 ] Prior to Turning [/size]  Crusnik was born in a small village in Greece. His birth mother was killed in a fire that ravaged the entire village. Once put up for adoption he was taken in by an upper-class American couple on vacation. Would seem perfect if the couple had been home to raise him. Because the father was a CEO of a major company and the mother was a socialite they were rarely ever home. The duties of raising the child were taken on by the grandmother who he fondly called, Nana. He wasn't very social towards people at school and was often outcast by other students. When he had turned 8, Nana fell horridly ill, and eventually passed. Nana's death was a huge blow to Crusnik's life. Now instead of Nana raising him it was left to a hired nanny. He despised her so much, but put up with it untill his 12th birthday. When he adapted into the the socialite scene with his mother and took business management lessons with his father. Even though he had started to climb the ladder to success, people still outcast him for the fact he was a boy who looked like a girl. His next life-altering experience came on Valentine's Day of 2007. |
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Post by Crusnik Donnovan Terwilliger on Oct 20, 2009 13:05:16 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]The Eve of Valentine's Day 2007 [/glow]Now. Over the past few years. Crus had seriously questioned his sexuality. It wasn't until he was 14 he had come out so to speak. As if his parents cared. They were too busy to even notice anything. The most time had spent with his parents was usually dinner time, provided they weren't late. Until Valentine's Day. His mother had been asked to model in a fashion show and his father's company was one of the sponsors. Crus literally went into an estatic state when his mom told him she'd got him in as a model. Now, mind you. All of the models were female. So Crus would fit right in. That night, nothing could bring his mood down. Crus, his mother, and father all in the same car going to this huge event. His father on the side of the runway while him and his mother strutted up and down the catwalk to pulsing beats and flashing lights. Hell, he didn't even care he was introduced as their "daughter". Yes. He was truly happy for hours, until his parents were invited to the afterparty, and he who was still underage was sent home. On his way out of the show, a man caught his eye. Rather pale, piercing black eyes. Jet black hair. He didn't dress like the other suited men at the show. He had a trenchcoat on, which was odd. It was summer, so why would someone wear a trenchcoat? Crus couldn't get the man out of his head, he'd been imprinted. Even from the time he got into the cab and back to the townhouse. Then the man showed himself again. Crus had flung the door to his room open, with a huff. The first thing that caught his eye was that the tall, french window was open, drapes flapping against it. He had left it shut and locked. He was positive. Peering out of the window from side to side. Nothing. He felt a cold hand on his back, gentle at first. Then with a thrust it shoved him. Crus screamed, his body not reacting fast enough. His frame smacked against the iron grate on the lower half of the window, causing him to flip over the rail. He just started to release another shriek but it was cut off as his form smashed on the cement steps with a dull thud. He groaned, sight starting to flicker in and out. He could see a figure peering down on him. The figure tilted its head and in an instant was hovering over his form sprawled out on the steps. It was the man at the show, a menacing grin creeping across his face. Kneeling, the figure brushed his lips against Crus's neck, " I promise it won't hurt...much" The man's mouth closed around his neck, fangs piercing it. Crus tried to scream, but he couldn't, all he could do was force a raspy, groan. His mouth became dry, death spreading through his body. Pulling away the man smirked, blood dribbling down his chin. He crooned, " Your turn. " he drug a fingernail across his wrist, blood flowing freely. He pressed the flow against Crus's lips. Crus gagged at first when the hot, coppery liquid, gushed down his throat. He managed to turn to his side, spitting blood across the steps. His eyes flickered shut, the feeling of death had stopped and reversed its self. The last thing he heard was the man, " Happy Valentine's Day." He said with a snicker.
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