| N A M E |Bai Chen
His birth name. He has since left the name behind him, and hates when others call him by it because of his association of it with his family and past. If anyone were to call him such, he'd probably be more than a little irritated.
Alfie Liau
His new identity. Though he's had many other identities, this is his current. He hates when strangers call him by his first name, and prefers that people who do not know him call him Liau. However, he likes it a lot when close friends call him Alfie because he thinks it sounds cute.
Giraffe | Giraffe Neck | Giraffe Boy
Unfortunately, due to his long neck, Alfie is often on the receiving end of animal comparisons. There are many different pet names people have come up with, but these seem to be the most common. Typically speaking, he's usually compared to giraffes, but flamingos have also been the subject of a nickname.
Born: February 12, 1893
Turned: January 5, 1914
| G E N D E R |Male
| S E X U A L I T Y |Bisexual
| O C C U P A T I O N |Chocolatier
Alfie is a mildly successful Chocolatier, meaning he is a professional chocolate chef. He owns a small chocolate shop called Sweet Bite where he accepts custom jobs but sells his own specially made chocolate as well. He has a few workers there who help him make the chocolate, but not many.
Alfie is a man who visually appears to be twenty-one, but in all actuality is one hundred and twenty-seven. He’s tall-ish, standing at six feet, but a foot of his height is probably his neck perhaps an exaggeration. Matter of fact, his long neck is one of his most noticed features which has earned him annoying giraffe and flamingo remarks from friends or fellow vampires. His jawline is narrow and defined, his lips full and a natural pink color, and his cheekbones are smooth. Alfie has tanner skin than most vampires due to his ethnicity, but compared to others of Han descent, Alfie is pale. When he smiles, his teeth are rather straight and white – almost too perfect – and his canines are elongated into fangs.
When it comes to his personality showing through his actions, Alfie moves very languidly and carelessly. Every slouch of his shoulders or pocketing of cigarettes into his back pocket exude a “I don’t give a shit” attitude. His clothes echo this sentiment as they are often t-shirts with a low neck line that exposes his collar bone and the heart tattoo placed over his own heart. In typical punk fashion, Alfie wears skinny jeans that are semi-loose on his hips, but rather tight on his legs – which are amazing, by the way. His ears are pierced (twice on the left), but he only wears earrings occasionally, and he enjoys long chain necklaces around his long ass neck. His hair, which was originally brown bordering on black, is now a blonde color with dark roots that curves around his forehead. When Alfie walks, he walks with confidence, and his voice is a lilting noise that’s neither deep nor high.
However, in all his punk wannabe badassery, Alfie has a secret. Alfie, being the real life catlady that he is, has a collection of cat sweaters that he likes to wear when no one is around. His boxers have cats and paw print decorations, his fans are covered in the faces of cats, and he has jewelry with diamonds cats on them or ornaments in the shape of cats decorating his house. Alfie’s bathrobe, which he always wears after his shower, has cats and his smartphone case is of a 3D cat (the background of his phone is of a cat, the password is ‘meow’, and his lockscreen is a selfie of him and his cat, Boots). Even his expensive house is decorated in cats – his room has wall stickers that look like real cats perched on his furniture, he collects cat figurines, cat toys and furniture is everywhere for his own cat (the cat even has a room to himself), and the shower curtain is of cats. If anyone asks to come into his house, he probably won’t let them in for this reason alone. It’s a secret that Alfie will carry to the grave.
♦ Arrogant ♦ Glib ♦ Mischievous ♦ Insatiable ♦
Like Shrek from Shrek, Alfie has layers. On the outside, to strangers, many would think of Alfie as a quiet and mysterious boy. He doesn’t say much in public and prefers to keep to himself, playing on his phone (cat games, if we’re being honest, though he tries to hide it) or listening to music. However, for those who have had the pleasure to speak to him, many describe him as a smooth-talker. Alfie is rather glib and suave, flirtatious remarks and light persuasion masterfully dealt with his silver tongue. It’s rather easy for him to get what he wants this way, and he knows it. As such, with great power comes great asshole tendencies. Alfie is beyond confident, but arrogant. He thinks of himself as the best there is and rarely gets jealous of others because he genuinely believes he’ll get everything in the end. He’s rather annoying like that. Though strangers may also notice that Alfie is rather lazy; he enjoys his naps and doesn’t hide that fact, he avoids working too hard on things he doesn’t care about (aka he only tries when it comes to cats and chocolate) and he’d rather pay someone to clean up his mess than clean it up himself.
When his first layer is peeled away, Alfie’s surprising twist of personality contrasts to the quiet arrogant man he is before. Towards friends and family, Alfie is rather mischievous and playful. He enjoys messing with others and teasing people just to get a reaction. Furthermore, Alfie has great bedside manners to those he’s close to. He can be quite a motherhen when worried; if someone close to him is sick, he’ll rush to their side with soup and comedy movies. He’s the type of guy who, when his girlfriend is menstruating, will buy tampons and chocolate and renting romance movies without even blinking an eye. Alfie puts thought into caring for those he likes and goes out of his way to help or to surprise them. However, Alfie is insatiable by nature, and those around him know this. Nothing is ever enough for Alfie – he always wants more. This is in regards to material items and abstract things – his relationships tend to be fast and passionate, almost intoxicatingly suffocating because of his intense need to have everything of his partner.
When the second layer is tossed away, Alfie’s most inner worries are exposed. Alfie refuses to show anyone this side of him; like his obsession with cats, this part of him is locked and hidden. This part of him as only been developing as of late, to be honest. Alfie once had a strict moral code, but after seeing so much violence, Alfie has become desensitized to human issues. Matter of fact, he no longer flinches when he has to sink his teeth into the neck of a human. He no longer cringes when he accidentally takes it too far and kills them. When he sees massacres and mass dead, Alfie no longer chews on his bottom lip anxiously, but instead flips the remote to a sitcom and gets popcorn, the whole thing out of his mind. And Alfie is becoming increasingly worried about it. Alfie is terrified that he’s becoming the monster – is already the monster – that he has been avoiding since he ran from Taiwan. Unfortunately, even though he knows his moral code is practically gone at this point, Alfie has no motivation or will to stop it.
| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S |✔ Cats, cats, cats
✔ Chocolate
✔ Chocolate Milk
✔ Chocolate Ice Cream
✔ Old School Rock Music
✔ Sleeping
✔ Countryside
✔ Cheesecake
✘ Swimming
✘ Wet weather
✘ Beer
✘ Dogs
✘ Public Transportation
✘ Sand
✘ Needles
| H I S T O R Y |Alfie, then known as Bai, was the seventh son of seven sons to a poor couple living in Taiwan. He was born two years before Japan pressed Taiwan under their thumb, and those two years were spent blissfully unaware. There is not much to tell about his childhood, he spent his time helping his parents on their small plot of farmland, and eventually fell in love with his childhood sweetheart, Hualiang (who was a boy, though his parents didn’t know this of course). They spent their time loitering in the fields, staring at clouds, and pretending as if the world didn’t exist around them.
However, growing up where the Japanese ruled his life, Bai was becoming increasingly unhappy. Around the age of nineteen, Bai got involved in the Taiwanese resistance against the Japanese and, in 1914, Bai was introduced to Yu Qingfang’s resistance through Hualiang. For four months, Bai trained in fighting under Yu Qingfang’s crowd until, one night, Hualiang and he were lying in bed. They were peacefully resting in each other’s arms when Hualiang was getting rowdy; Bai had let it happen, indulging who he thought was the love of his life, when he felt sharp piercing into his neck. Bai had meant to move away from Hualiang, to stop it from going further, when he felt a sharper pain, a twist of the neck, and a distinct snapping noise, all of it accompanying silence and black.
Once he woke up, Bai wished that he was still dead. It was a conspiracy of the vampiric sorts that Bai didn’t appreciate. Yu Qingfang was afraid of losing and was in the process of building up a vampire army in order to overthrow the Japanese. Bai only stayed with the resistance because, despite how Hualiang wronged him, Bai still loved him. The climax of the Japanese rule on Taiwan and the end of Bai’s life happened during the Tapani Incident in 1915. The resistance movements banded together and attacked Japanese police stations, attempting to get rid of them once and for all. In the process, people died and, seeing the vampires attack the people so viciously, Bai began to question whether it was worth it or not. After a miscalculation and a bullet to the stomach, Bai fled the temple. Hualiang was dedicated to the cause, too dedicated in Bai’s opinion, and sneered at Bai for his desertion. Eventually, Bai fled Taiwan, too.
His life after that became a blur. Though, at first, Bai was disdainful towards his vampire nature, only drinking animal blood and avoiding humans at all cost, Bai ultimately fell into the worst of ways. Bai seemingly stopped caring about human life – it wasn’t a sudden snap, but a gradual thing that Bai didn’t see until too late – and human blood was so good. In tribute to his transformation, Bai changed his name and continually changed his name every couple of years once he got bored with the one he chose.
He was William when he came to London. William something – he doesn’t quite remember the surname he chose. It was during World War II that he came, coming from the United States of America. At first he stayed by himself, until he found a place in The Collective. The Collective, despite having certain tendencies he once abhorred, made him feel like he belonged somewhere, and so he settled there permanently and became known as Alfie.
Nowadays, Alfie has found his calling – chocolate and cats – and spends his time working at his chocolate store, a certified Chocolatier and owner, or playing with his adorable Savannah cat that cost him £12000. He likes the occasional one-night stand and night out, but mostly enjoys staying in. However, ever since the Others have been found out, he’s worried his neighbors might become suspicious of him due to his semi-shut in nature (though there doesn’t really seem to be anything to worry about). In order to avoid suspicion, Alfie has been making it a point to be nice to his neighbors and every human he meets, so as to avoid accusations.
| F A M I L Y ||| Boots | F1 Savannah Cat || - Alfie's current cat whose in their prime. He's energetic, but docile, and is doted on by Alfie. Alfie likes to put him in clothes and Boots seems to just accept it now. At night, Boots will thump his back leg against Alfie's door in order to come inside; as such, Alfie always allows Boots to sleep in the bed with him (under the covers and all) unless he be deprived of sleep.
| S T R E N G T H S |- Charming
- Caring and Thoughtful
- Playful
- Gluttonous and Lazy
- Arrogant
- Slightly Immoral
| T H E M E S O N G || H O U S E N U M B E R |20 Avalon Point
| E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N |Anything else.
Banned
