Jade Blades

Of Blood and Magic

Joryldin Nailo

The Widow Nailo and her son were out on the road by late afternoon, and arrived first thing in the evening. Joryldin cherished being able to watch the sunset through the screen of their light-sealed car. It was one of the few things that brought him comfort after he was turned. Said comfort was short lived however, as they arrived in the bustling town of Nolia Academy. Joryldin stepped out of the car in a grey two-piece, the best they could find on such short notice. He adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder as to not wrinkle his suit as his mother exited the vehicle.

"Oh come now dear, look at your hair!"
She wasted no time attacking him with a comb until he was in acceptable condition.
"Mom, don't! I'm trying to keep my eyes covered."
"But they're perfectly lovely eyes! Just look at how they glow! Did you make sure to brush your fangs? Open your mouth, let me see."

Any protests Joryldin had fell on deaf ears. Widow Nailo spent more than 20 minutes checking and double checking that he looked his best, until finally she had to let him go. It was quite the tearful goodbye. For her, it was like sending away an infant; for him, it was like his first step as an adult... into a dark new world that terrified him to his core.

The festivities were surprisingly upbeat. He expected something far more grim; it was quite jarring to see everyone excited and getting along. Throughout it all, Joryldin remained a wallflower. Once his mother had driven away, he immediately sweept his hair back in front of his eyes out of fear of accidentally mesmerizing someone. Passerby's and peers who tried to introduce themselves were brushed off with a hasty greeting as he promptly relocated. He especially avoided the human students, too ashamed to face any of them. Why shouldn't he be? He had abandoned his humanity and would soon be forced to take one of them away from everything they cared about just to extend his own undeath...

These were the thoughts that plagued Joryldin's mind up until the moment Princess Nolia called everyone to attention. It was the first and only time he was glad his heart couldn't beat any more, because if it could, he would have gone into cardiac arrest. It wasn't adoration that her confidence, beauty, and charisma stirred in him; it was fear. Here stood one of the most powerful beings in existence. As far as he knew, everything in the world served no purpose but to entertain her whims and fancy. He barely payed any attention to what she said, and when his envelope was unsealed, his hands shook as they drew out the picture. "Dakota Brookes", he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. When he was alive, his biggest fear was becoming a mage and getting stripped of all purpose but to serve some vampire. Now here he was forcing this girl who looks like she had all the confidence and purpose in the world to be reduced to his food. Joryldin started wandering the grounds, looking for her. Might as well get introduced and start things on the right foot if she would be stuck with him for the rest of her life.
@WeepingLiberty

Of Blood and Magic

Appearance: Joryldin looks very average for a vampire. Having only been turned recently, he's no taller or more muscular than the average human, and could even be called scrawny. Joryldin's face is smooth and appealing, but not to the supernatural extent of his peers. Dark grey hair covers eyes that are almost perpetually red, and typically hidden further by an oversized hoodie.

Appearance

Age: 19 (Turned)

Gender: Male

Personality: Joryldin is a shadow of what he used to be. After being embraced, he became skittish, unfocused, and fearful of himself and everyone around him. Only rarely does he let the fiery defiance and pride he once had show through. He comes off to most as melancholy and reserved, but the academy's environment has prompted him to be far more open than he would like.

Bio: Born human and orphaned at age 5 when his parents were executed for speaking out against the vampires, Joryldin had grown up loathing the world's social order. Left alone on the streets to fend for himself, he prayed every day that he wouldn't become a mage and be forced to be some vampire's plaything. Living in the dark corners of the city made him tough. He stole to survive and killed more than one would-be kidnapper.

It wasn't until about age 11 that something put the brakes on his rampant spite and independence. A widowed vampire countess, who's husband was killed by lycans in the war, nabbed him off the street. He nearly stabbed her before she had a chance to put him under her thrall. As far as vampires go, she was a saint. Patient to a near ludicrous extent, tolerant of his disrespect and unreasonably loving. She took Joryldin in and raised him as her own.

Spending his adolescent years in vampire society was like torture for him. Their pointless authoritative control over everything in his life drove him up the walls, and he was nearly killed several times for giving his superiors a piece of his mind. It got so bad that his mother was given a choice. Either turn him, or he would be executed for his disrespect like any other human would be.

Seeing no other option, his mother did as told. Joryldin protested, furious at even the idea of being turned, but she was his new mother and she cared about him, so he accepted her embrace. Something other than Joryldin's body died that day. He was never quite the same. He's spent the last month and a half in a depression, trying to come to terms with becoming what he had learned to hate.

Likes
Video games, classical music, free-running

Dislikes
Dumb pop-culture fads, tight spaces, overly extroverted people

Habits
-His fangs tend to irritate the inside of his mouth, so he's always chewing on a pencil or messing with them with his tongue.

-He usually hums along to whatever music he's listening to.

-In denial of his own body, he frequently refuses to get the blood he needs for the day, and still hasn't worked up the courage to ever feed directly.

Theme

Some people seem to want to give their characters a theme, so what the heck. Transistor is awesome! <3 youtu.be/WROI5WYBU_A

Of Blood and Magic

Name: Joryldin Nailo

Appearance: Joryldin looks very average for a vampire. Having only been turned recently, he's no taller or more muscular than the average human (he's actually kind of scrawny). Joryldin's face is smooth and appealing, but not to the supernatural extent of his peers. Dark grey hair covers eyes that are almost perpetually red, and hidden further by a large hood.

My Hider

Age: 19 (Turned)
Gender: Male
Personality: In almost all scenarios, Joryldin is quiet and reserved. When he does speak, he's unsure and nervous. He's kindhearted for the most part, likes to help where he can and make a difference in other people's lives. It takes a lot to get any sort of reaction from him other than melancholy, but when you do get a rise out of him, his temper is explosive!

Bio: Born human and orphaned at age 5 when his parents were executed for speaking out against the vampires, Joryldin had grown up loathing the world's social order. Left alone on the streets to fend for himself, he prayed every day that he wouldn't become a mage and be forced to be some vampire's plaything. Living on the streets made him tough. He stole to survive and killed more than one would-be kidnapper. No way in hell would he get caught up in human trafficking, he would [b]NOT[b] be anyone's slave.

It wasn't until about age 11 that something put the brakes on his rampant spite and fiery independence. A widowed vampire countess, who's husband was killed by lycans in the war, nabbed him off the street. He nearly stabbed her before she had a chance to put him under her thrall. As far as vampires go, she was a saint. Patient to a near ludicrous extent, tolerant of his rampant disrespect and unreasonably loving. She took Joryldin in and raised him as her own.

Spending his adolescent years in vampire society was like torture for him. Their pointless authoritative control over everything in his life drove him up the walls, and he was nearly killed several times for giving his superiors a piece of his mind. It got so bad that his mother was given a choice. Either turn him, or he would be executed for his disrespect like any other human would be.

Seeing no other option, his mother did as told. Joryldin protested, furious at even the idea of being turned, but she was his new mother and she cared about him, so he accepted her embrace. Something other than Joryldin's body died that day. He was never quite the same. The burning defiance towards the world was smothered when he became another cog in the vampire's machine.

Sexual Orientation: Straight, but has refused any romantic advances since his transformation.
Likes: Video games, physics, peace and quiet.
Dislikes: Abuse of authorty, loud noises, pranks.
Habits: Humming, poking through pencils with his fangs, zoning out mid-conversation.

Inner Fear...

Deep down, he's ashamed of what he's become and treats humans as *better* than him. He's afraid to feed, and hides his eyes because he doesn't want to accidentally mess with someone's emotions. He's neglected to feed and nearly gone feral on several ocasions, and his biggest fear is that everyone will see him for the monster he sees himself as.

He desperately misses sunlight.

Theme

Some people seem to want to give their characters a theme, so what the heck. Transistor is awesome! <3 youtube.com/watch?v=cGMWL8cOeAU