Bowden
Oct 13th, 2006, 10:46:15 AM
Name: Bowden
Species: Vampire 7th Generation
Allegance: Clan Ventrue
Physical Appearance: Bowden is a little larger than normal, being 6'1 and 190 pounds. Some think that it is strange that he wears old tunics that were in style in the 1700's but that is what he desires to wear, yet he will sneak in a black suit every now and again. Although he does not travel a lot, he does make his way around the world.
History: 1412 was the year it happened. Bowden was 23 years of age, but at that time he was considered a man. He was known for aquiring the finer things in life, and surrounding himself in luxury. It was at a gathering of friends that he had found the love of his life. Her name was Sara, and she was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Not only was her beauty beyond comparrison, but her personality was wonderful. But he found it strange that he had only seen her at night. After a couple months of seeing each other, they knew that they were in love, but he also knew that she had a secret that she would not tell him. The two lovers had finally decided to get married and devout their lives to each other.
The door that led into the house flung open loudly, his soon to be wife barged into the house, frightened beyond all belief. She ran through the house looking for Bowden. When she found him, she said that they needed to leave right away, no questions asked. He did not know the reason for her sudden outburst and he demanded to know right away. She would say nothing, just that they had to leave right away. As Bowden ran downstairs after his beloved, he could now see why she was terrified. A man was sitting in a plush leather chair next to the front door. The expression on his face was of a mad man. Dropping everything, Sara started to plead with the man to leave them alone and to not harm Bowden. He had no idea who this man was or what he was doing inside of his house. The mystery man grabbed Sara violently by the arms, and had done the unspeakable, and with a swift movement, Bowden's life was shattered. He sank his teeth into Sara, draining the life out of her. Bowden could not believe what he was seeing. He could not move, the vision was too shocking for a mortal to describe. Without thinking, Bowden lunged towards his lovers murderer, he only saw red. With strength not of this world, the man threw Bowden across the room, slamming into the opposite wall, slumping to the floor in a sickening thud. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth as she began to move, his bones ached. Before he could rise to his feet the assailant was standing over him, staring into his soul. Kneeling down, he wispered something that Bowden will never forget. "You will live to know that you could do nothing to stop the death of your lover." A smirk crossed the mans face as he spoke the words of punishment into his ear, and with excrushiating pain, the murderer sank his stark white fangs into Bowden. He wanted to die there in the room, but it did not happen. He was changed that night, he was no longer human, no longer the man he was.
Bowden never learned the man's name, but he has never stoped searching. His wisdom has only grown with wisdom as the ages came and gone. He has seen wars come and go, and still he lives on. His large Villa is located in chicago. Bowden keeps rather rich company around him at almost all times. He knows that he needs protection in the twenty first century, so his bodyguards are on duty 24/7. They may not be the biggest guys in the world, but some of them are ex-navy seals that are treacherous, unless you have the money to pay them. They are very expencive company, but worth every penny.
Gifts:
Dominate(advanced)
Presence (advanced)
Species: Vampire 7th Generation
Allegance: Clan Ventrue
Physical Appearance: Bowden is a little larger than normal, being 6'1 and 190 pounds. Some think that it is strange that he wears old tunics that were in style in the 1700's but that is what he desires to wear, yet he will sneak in a black suit every now and again. Although he does not travel a lot, he does make his way around the world.
History: 1412 was the year it happened. Bowden was 23 years of age, but at that time he was considered a man. He was known for aquiring the finer things in life, and surrounding himself in luxury. It was at a gathering of friends that he had found the love of his life. Her name was Sara, and she was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Not only was her beauty beyond comparrison, but her personality was wonderful. But he found it strange that he had only seen her at night. After a couple months of seeing each other, they knew that they were in love, but he also knew that she had a secret that she would not tell him. The two lovers had finally decided to get married and devout their lives to each other.
The door that led into the house flung open loudly, his soon to be wife barged into the house, frightened beyond all belief. She ran through the house looking for Bowden. When she found him, she said that they needed to leave right away, no questions asked. He did not know the reason for her sudden outburst and he demanded to know right away. She would say nothing, just that they had to leave right away. As Bowden ran downstairs after his beloved, he could now see why she was terrified. A man was sitting in a plush leather chair next to the front door. The expression on his face was of a mad man. Dropping everything, Sara started to plead with the man to leave them alone and to not harm Bowden. He had no idea who this man was or what he was doing inside of his house. The mystery man grabbed Sara violently by the arms, and had done the unspeakable, and with a swift movement, Bowden's life was shattered. He sank his teeth into Sara, draining the life out of her. Bowden could not believe what he was seeing. He could not move, the vision was too shocking for a mortal to describe. Without thinking, Bowden lunged towards his lovers murderer, he only saw red. With strength not of this world, the man threw Bowden across the room, slamming into the opposite wall, slumping to the floor in a sickening thud. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth as she began to move, his bones ached. Before he could rise to his feet the assailant was standing over him, staring into his soul. Kneeling down, he wispered something that Bowden will never forget. "You will live to know that you could do nothing to stop the death of your lover." A smirk crossed the mans face as he spoke the words of punishment into his ear, and with excrushiating pain, the murderer sank his stark white fangs into Bowden. He wanted to die there in the room, but it did not happen. He was changed that night, he was no longer human, no longer the man he was.
Bowden never learned the man's name, but he has never stoped searching. His wisdom has only grown with wisdom as the ages came and gone. He has seen wars come and go, and still he lives on. His large Villa is located in chicago. Bowden keeps rather rich company around him at almost all times. He knows that he needs protection in the twenty first century, so his bodyguards are on duty 24/7. They may not be the biggest guys in the world, but some of them are ex-navy seals that are treacherous, unless you have the money to pay them. They are very expencive company, but worth every penny.
Gifts:
Dominate(advanced)
Presence (advanced)