Dusk

For Queen and Country

oh silly me, I'll make a little edit. I had that in mind but I remember noTHING when necessary lol

edit: THERE WE GO sorry love heh

For Queen and Country

Liam Woodsworth

Liam Woodsworth
_Dhampire

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Basic Information

| Name |

Elliot Liam Woodsworth

_{He prefers the informality of Liam}

| Date of Birth |

October 19, 1992

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Homosexual

| Occupation |

Liam works as an IT assistant at a local tech shop, mixes music as a hobby, and volunteers at a blood bank for his less savory needs. Yes, the last one is morally dubious, but he’s not going to be around long enough to actually care, now will he? On the music note, he tends to whip up tracks with heavy bass and high tempos, as he finds them euphoric...almost as euphoric as the recreational drugs that may eventually overtake his work ethic.

| In-Depth Appearance |

”That poor boy...darling, do you eat?

”Damn my boy, have you seen a doctor? Pale as a ghost, ya are.”

Sickly. Liam is sickly. He is tall, gaunt, pale...and he isn’t even fucking sick most of the time. He blames it on his lineage, daddy was an awfully stereotypical bloodsucker. Maybe it’s the rapidly degenerating body? Maybe it’s his refusal to indulge his hemo-cravings until absolutely necessary? He doesn’t care, really. Liam’s got places to be, stunts to do, and a short life to live. This is apparent in his messy medium-long brown hair, disheveled fashion of band shirts and loose ripped denim, and a general air of “I really don’t give a fuck, come not give a fuck with me”. His brown eyes speak of a troubled past and a carefree future, of resignation and of the triumphant freedom in that revelation. Liam’s voice is soft, enticing, as though it itself realized the throat it was bound to was horribly unfitting and made a show to be better. To be a selling point.

When you’re a local pariah, ya have to have something going for ya, right?

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Morbid ♦ Relaxed ♦ Indulgent ♦ Welcoming ♦

There is a comfort in knowing death is coming.

You become prepared. You enjoy every moment, every pain, every sensation that smolders on the neurons. Liam has accepted this, and he relishes it. It’s relaxing, and he exudes this calm repose around him. Those that aren’t aware of his supernatural bastard status are always laid back around him, if not worried by his random pains and sickly pallor. Those that are...well, he’s not obnoxious enough to warrant a lynch mob yet. But who knows what’ll come in the future... sure would save him pill money.

Pill money that could go towards more fun pills! Since he knows his time is short, Liam takes every chance he gets to explore the unsavory and wonderful of the world. Drugs, alcohol with dubious origins and long names, ancient rituals that cause really weird spirit trips, (he had to give a “favor” to a Witch for that one but damn was it worth it. Ever see ancient cosmic deities play limbo with a meteor belt? Liam has.), are all things he has and is willing to try. Dangerous stunts are also kinda fun, when the crippling pains aren’t hitting hard. There are no limits to what he’ll try. Of course it’s dangerous, sometimes deadly. Sometimes it’s kind of like daring Death to make its move.

Sadly, this applies to people too. He blazes through relationships and sex like it’s nothing but a carnal transaction. Maybe one day he’ll find someone that quences his cravings. Likely? Liam doesn’t think so.

But in all respects, Liam wants friends. He doesn’t want to be alone. He wants stories passed around about him after he moves on from Edgetoun. Stories about that crazy ass pale kid that did a somersault off a building after three lines of coke and a tab of acid, lived, and then ran a 500. Okay...that’s excessive and he’d probably be dead after the first part of that, but...the point is there. As such, he doesn’t want to hurt people either. The option to get that street shit from dealers was a tempting one, but that blood could come from anyone. Anything. Through...less than fun means. At least at the blood donor center, that was willingly given. No violence or pain, even if it’s stealing...he tries to take what’s in abundance, none of the important rare shit. He doesn’t deserve that.

In the end, when you have a very short time to experience life, you shouldn’t waste that life on brooding and sorrow. Get out there, live...no matter what everyone says. No matter if you’re the monster they say you are.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Electronic music No words. No hidden meanings. Just raw emotion. It’s delightfully primal.
✔Adrenaline rushes Ya know when you’re on a coaster and your balls just go right up in your stomach? Yeah. That’s what I like.
✔New things So much to do, so much to see, so much to- Alright, I’ll stop. Sorry.
✔Fall England’s nice in the fall. Cloudy, damp...it’s comforting.
✔A good adventure graphic novel The art, man! Plus, less words, faster reading, meaning more awesome shit for me.
✔Jaffa cakes Tiny. Portable. Orangey. They are my one true love.
✔So many drugs. Specifically acid and coke, and any eldritch shit he can get. Oh the places you will go…

✘Staying home As much as I’d like it to, my mix board doesn’t usually talk to me. Usually.
✘Those who waste what they have Almost everyone has so much left to live. So much to give to society. Why the fuck would you throw that away?
✘Sulky folks Aw, cheer up mate. Wanna grab ice cream? Fucking love ice cream.
✘Violence Come on. Talk your shit out. You start busting heads, I’ll split you the fuck up. Got it?
✘Salad. Or anything vaguely green. It's crispy fucking water. That's gross.
✘Sunny weather. Fuck you, dad.
✘Dependency. I'm a strong, independent abomination. Well...less strong, more independent. Ya get me, yeah?

| History |

The fall brought with it cool air, warm homes, a time for families to come together…

And produce an awful bastardization of life.

Liam came into the world a screamer. Like he already knew, day one out of the womb, that he was already on his way out. He got all of his screaming out then.

Born to a middle class mother and a bloodsucking poppa that bolted the minute he knew one of his dark little swimmers hit home. Yeah, typical daddy issues, blah blah...Liam never really cared much past passive aggressive comments and normal annoyances. His mother Trisha lived with her parents then, the three of them taking care of this sad, ill child. It was rough, and they never really understood what he was. The father had the eventual courtesy, about five years in, to inform poor Trisha about what exactly she’d brought into the world. She didn’t believe the fucker, of course.

Until Liam really started liking raw meat.
Not the meat itself, but the leftover blood in the package. Terrified, confused, and just feeling awful all around, she had to reorganize her life and her idea of parenting to fit this child. She packed up and they moved to the countryside.

And so began the “Don’t Bite” motto of life. Liam learned not to hurt folks to stop his own pain, to enjoy what he had...like a mother that didn’t try and kill him with a stake. She cared more to give her son what he needed...blood. Her blood. Just enough to keep him sated. Liam learned respect, caring, and restraint, qualities sometimes not found in his full-blooded kin.

There was a rough spot in secondary school when Liam learned that he wasn’t going to live a long, happy life. The pain was a sign. The slightly quick growth, another. And once he ran into a couple vampires that were flying under the radar, they made him understand how low he was. That he was a mistake. Suddenly, parties became enticing, every new drink and drug an experience worth dying for. Trisha had to go through hoops to keep doctors from drawing his blood, let alone run any drug tests on him. Their relationship was strained around then, and once Liam graduated he left for London to cool down and mature.

Fast-forward, and Liam’s working a menial job to make ends meet in Edgetoun. IT work fit him, since he spent a large portion of his teens messing with electronic instruments and computers his few friends had. Plus, lots of people needed help with their newfangled gadgets and gizmos, and he was happy to help and talk to them. Recently, he’s back in touch with his mother and patching things up...while not telling her about all the crazy shit he does for fun. No need to worry her.

But how can she not be worried when her pariah of a son is on the ass end of a bloody race war?

| Family |

Trisha Woodsworth | Mother : A kind, gentle woman, with a fair bit of paranoia. You get that when your kid’s kind of on the chopping block.

| Strengths |

• Incredibly open-minded
• Curious
• Protective

| Weaknesses |

• No real restraint
• Locked to his path, sees no other future; “Blinders” on
• Lacks any sort of commitment

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Marry The Night – Lady Gaga
_{”I'm gonna marry the night
I won't give up on my life
I'm a warrior queen
Live passionately tonight”}

| House Number |

Churchill Gardens 5B

| Extra Information |

Liam has a lizard named Squeaks. That fucker knows shit.

teehee i changed my mind a lot
@McHaggis@HalfOfLancelot@Undine@Apokalipse merry christmas (I like tags)

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alright so I haven't even started on Andy's relationship sheet because Liam is getting redone completely and i can't multi task lol. But i'm in the same boat as Apok. I have next to no clue how Andy and his neighbors would 100% truthfully interact (except for his roommates lel) so if ya want something go ahead and PM plz and danke. Since he does have that fledgling Other activist/support group, maybe he met some folks there whO KNOWS?!

but yeah, anything y'all want just hit me up. Also everyone's babies are adorable and precious. That is all.

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Andrew Mordekai

Location: Faraday Heights 27B
Interacting With: Katie @13Nightingale Claire @shagranoz

Andy nodded to Claire as she entered the common area, acknowledging her point about the Unseelie protest. He was sure he'd hate it come 3 PM, seeing as that would be close to his shift ending, but it was the pinnacle of non-violent protest. Well...Andy hoped it was non-violent. All of England wasn't responsible, after all. "Eggs would be lovely, dear. Thank ya. " He smiled in appreciation and set to setting the table for the three of them. Their kitchenware was simple, white ceramic but it certainly got the job done.

After setting the table, he darted off to his room to slip into his work slacks and black button-up, long-sleeved sadly. On the left breast, a little brown pile of coffee beans was embroidered, with "Andrew" etched in green underneath. Tacky, uncomfortable, and professional, hitting all the high notes of Andy's distaste for formal fashion. Mr. Lawrence, his boss, gave him the nastiest look when he asked to rip off the sleeves. If he wasn't hurting for money, he would have done it anyways just to fuck with him. But alas, the life of a public servant beckoned. At least he took his showers in the evening, to relieve all the day's stress, so no extra steps to his morning routine.

He left his room in time to see Katie bumble her way out of her room, a warm smile on his face. "Morning to you too, sunshine." He watched briefly as she assembled her cup of coffee...if it still was that, after all the fixings. "Might wanna down that milkshake real fast, love. Shift starts in an hour and the commute's gonna be shit in this snow. Toast works, though." Andy teased briefly, slipping past Claire to grab butter knives and silverware from a basket next to the stove for all three of them.

After placing them down with napkins on the counter, next to the plates, Andy realized they'd be leaving Claire to herself. "Ya got anything planned, Claire? Need us to bring ya something back after work?"

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oh my g o d

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how

so much content

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@Dusk you do all the coding last?

wow

what are you

a loser who actually writes stuff?

we're on an RP site

it's about aesthetics not actual writing skill LOSER NERD

@HalfOfLancelot

my sheets are beautiful ON THE INSIDE YOU FUCKING DWEEB

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just gonna um

*cough*

yeah.

Liam Woodsworth WIP

[color=???]Liam Woodsworth
^{Unseelie Fae}[/color]

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[color=???]Basic Information[/color]

[color=???]| Name |[/color]

Elliot Liam Woodsworth

_{He prefers the informality of Liam}

[color=???]| Date of Birth |[/color]

October 19, 1781

[color=???]| Gender |[/color]

Male

[color=???]| Sexuality |[/color]

Pansexual

[color=???]| Occupation |[/color]

Liam is an…”entertainer” at a club in Edgetoun called The Drop. You won’t get much more than a lap dance from him, though. His rates are far too high.

[color=???]| In-Depth Appearance |[/color]

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[color=???]

Who Am I?

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[color=???]| Personality |[/color]

♦ Disconnected ♦ Possessive ♦ Facetious ♦ Excitable ♦

Like the Autumn that heralded Liam’s birth, he bears a sense of transience. As though one day, the beautiful hues of the leaves in your life will one day wither, fall, and ride on the wind to some new venue. Liam never really establishes roots, be that with places he lives or people he meets. There have been exceptions, like there have been to every rule, but these exceptions have come and gone just the same. It didn’t change anything, did it?

As such, whenever Liam does does get a hold of something that he likes, he doesn’t let it go. His little pig sty of a home is filled with knick knacks and baubles of decades past, along with photos of folks he’s gotten to know recently. Those people and things have grown on him, through some eldritch means he is not yet aware of, and he refuses to give them up. Actually refuses Doing such a thing can give you a very cold, very bitter Liam, and with each one he begins to mirror his Winter kin. Maybe it’s due to some childish petulence, not wanting to relinquish toys, or maybe there’s a genuine longing in his old Fae heart. He hasn’t exactly been keen to let on.

[color=???]| Likes & Dislikes |[/color]

✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.

[color=???]| History |[/color]

For the ancient sort, abbreviated as much as you like. Generally only need two paragraphs here: perhaps how they were changed into a supernatural creature (if applicable)/early life as one, and how they have reacted so far to the outing of their kind. Everything more is sweet, delicious icing.

[color=???]| Family |[/color]

If this applies to your character. Can include important NPCs (under your control) here.

[color=???]| Strengths |[/color]

• Three only.

[color=???]| Weaknesses |[/color]

• Three (or more).

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The Other

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[color=???]| Theme Song |[/color]

[url=link]Song – Artist[/url]
_{”A few lyrics here, please.”}

[color=???]| House Number |[/color]

Choose from the list. Some characters have housemates (because I want to force character interaction lel).

[color=???]| Extra Information |[/color]

Anything else.

it'll be pretty in the morning i promise

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yeah he's totes got a thing for dat manly man lel

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<Snipped quote by Dusk>

nikita can give him some love for a night ;)

@Apokalipse

but

but

he's a gay<sub>or is he?

i ship miles and mordred because the world can't physically contain that fab</sub>@Undine

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*gasp* i haven't been thinking about who Andy is gonna get fresh with

i belong in the burrow of shame quICK SOMEONE LOVE THE PYRO _{jk only if you want to}