Hanz, Aloysius
Jan 13, 2016 17:11:08 GMT
Post by Aloysius Hanz on Jan 13, 2016 17:11:08 GMT
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NAME Aloysius Dearg Hanz | AGE Twenty-four |
GENDER Male | BIRTHDAY 14/02/XX |
SEXUALITY Demisexual | SPECIES Human |
RESIDENCE Shibuya | OCCUPATION Jack of all trades |
FACE CLAIM /DOGS/ (badou nails) | PLAYED BY Renatus |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • compassionate • empathetic • brave • playful • adaptable | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • reckless • stubborn • narrow-minded • brooding • self-sacrificing |
LIKES • smoking • apples • grooming • arguing • being in control | DISLIKES: • being controlled • vampires • demons • feeling helpless • blondes |
HISTORY
Aloysius grew up in a little orphanage by the river Rhine in Sankt Goarshausen, Germany. He was one of the older kids there and had been there since he was an infant so he'd taken it upon himself to protect all the children there. When he was around ten another boy around his age was introduced, Roland Udolf, and they became as thick as thieves. Life at the orphanage was rather simple and their day to day lives were quiet, separated from the outside world as they were. Of course, they weren't completely oblivious to the happenings, what with their caretakers always murmuring worriedly to themselves. Aloysius and Roland always made plans to run away together, imagining places were the battles between vampires and humans couldn't touch them. That day came when on their way back to the orphanage they heard screams within, it took only one look at the blood staining the ground in the front for the boys to know what was going on within.
They ran...
The two of them lived on the streets for a while before Aloysius was finally able to get a job being of legal age. They saved what they could until finally they were able to buy a place of their own thanks to an elderly man who took pity on them. For a while both of them forgot about the sight of blood and the sound of screams that sometimes still echoed in their nightmares. For a while, they were content just being together, especially when their friendship became something more. The years together and being so close gave way to feelings of affection and love. Once again they forgot about the horrors of the world around them, content in the domestic bliss they settled into and the love they held for one another.
Both of them should have realized it wouldn't last...and Aloysius should have noticed something was wrong. Days passed by and he noted Roland seemed to be changing. He'd have random mood swings and then get tired before being his usual self the next day. At first he didn't think anything of it but after a while he began questioning Roland about it only to be met with scathing remarks. It was odd and confused the other male...until he walked home one day to find Roland drinking another man's blood. Aloysius could remember the feel of the roses he'd brought in apology for an argument they had slipping through his fingers. He could remember the horrified look in Roland's now red eyes and he could remember the moment it all clicked. There had been a night Roland had come home too late, could remember he'd been shaky and disorientated when he'd climbed into bed with him. He hadn't thought much about it because the next morning Roland had been his usual self...everything made sense in that one moment.
He can remember Roland begging him to understand, he could remember him reaching out for his hand pleading. He can remember turning away and rushing out the door, Roland's cry for him echoing behind.
It's a moment he regrets because when he came home again...Roland was dead, the roses he'd gotten him clutched to his chest. Everything after was a blur but he remembered holding his lifeless body close, begging him to come back and refusing to release his body. He cried over him for days, even when there were no more tears to be shed he stayed like that until finally he could do nothing but bury the shell that no longer held the soul of the man he loved.
After that he left Germany, determined to be anywhere but the place that held pain filled memories. It took a while but he finally settled in Shibuya, no more money to continue traveling around and the need to save up again causing him to look for work.
They ran...
The two of them lived on the streets for a while before Aloysius was finally able to get a job being of legal age. They saved what they could until finally they were able to buy a place of their own thanks to an elderly man who took pity on them. For a while both of them forgot about the sight of blood and the sound of screams that sometimes still echoed in their nightmares. For a while, they were content just being together, especially when their friendship became something more. The years together and being so close gave way to feelings of affection and love. Once again they forgot about the horrors of the world around them, content in the domestic bliss they settled into and the love they held for one another.
Both of them should have realized it wouldn't last...and Aloysius should have noticed something was wrong. Days passed by and he noted Roland seemed to be changing. He'd have random mood swings and then get tired before being his usual self the next day. At first he didn't think anything of it but after a while he began questioning Roland about it only to be met with scathing remarks. It was odd and confused the other male...until he walked home one day to find Roland drinking another man's blood. Aloysius could remember the feel of the roses he'd brought in apology for an argument they had slipping through his fingers. He could remember the horrified look in Roland's now red eyes and he could remember the moment it all clicked. There had been a night Roland had come home too late, could remember he'd been shaky and disorientated when he'd climbed into bed with him. He hadn't thought much about it because the next morning Roland had been his usual self...everything made sense in that one moment.
He can remember Roland begging him to understand, he could remember him reaching out for his hand pleading. He can remember turning away and rushing out the door, Roland's cry for him echoing behind.
It's a moment he regrets because when he came home again...Roland was dead, the roses he'd gotten him clutched to his chest. Everything after was a blur but he remembered holding his lifeless body close, begging him to come back and refusing to release his body. He cried over him for days, even when there were no more tears to be shed he stayed like that until finally he could do nothing but bury the shell that no longer held the soul of the man he loved.
After that he left Germany, determined to be anywhere but the place that held pain filled memories. It took a while but he finally settled in Shibuya, no more money to continue traveling around and the need to save up again causing him to look for work.
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