InsaneJournal

1: Darien O'Connell (Vampire Dust Series)

2: Tristol Felion (Feloinain, a tale of Medi Varnl)

3: Necronim (Warcraft Universe)

4: Sirian Bailn (Whekaí, a tale of Medi Varnl)

5: Death (Short stories Into Dust and Meant to Live)


A. How old are you?

Darien: *counts very carefully on his fingers, muttering under his breath* Ah...three hundred and sixty-five. Still young for a vampire.
Tristol: Ahem, seventeen, though I am told I look a few years older.
Necronim: *stares coldly* None of your damned business.
Sirian: *gnawing on his lip* Maybe nineteen? I've kinda lost count. Heheh, too many days at sea makes you lose your sense of time.
Death: *smiles* I have no age. *looks disgruntled and coughs* Kindly ignore the fact that I look like a boy of fifteen years. Appearances are meant to be deceiving.

B. Height?

Darien: Five foot six. Which was slightly taller than the norm when I was still mortal.
Tristol: Height? What do I need to worry about height for? I've got half the King's men after me for owning a horse!
Necronim: Five foot something and rotting. That good enough for you?
Sirian: Er, we're not too prone to caring about height on ship. And carrying around a bit of measure isn't something we do.
Death: It varies. If I come to speak to a giant at his demise, I seem his height. A mouse, his. A man, his, and so on and so forth.

C. Got any bad habits?

Darien: I can be a brooding, self-hating bastard who wallows in his own pity and a bottle at times. *shrugs* It passes the time.
Tristol: A string of horrible bad luck?
Necronim: *smiles coldly and fingers one of his daggers* Does killing Alliance dogs count as a bad habit?
Sirian: Well, I'm not to fond of the magical side of myself and try to ignore it, which usually ends up making something explode. *blushes*
Death: I don't have habits. Well, except chess. I do enjoy a good game of chess.

D. You a virgin?

Darien: *arches an eyebrow* I'm over three hundred years old. Do you REALLY think I've gone that long without diving into a woman's bed?
Tristol: *flushes, cat ears flattened against his head* Er...yes. Its not like any girl will really want a halfbreed like me in her bed.
Necronim: What does it matter now? I'm dead and rotting.
Sirian: *blushes lightly* Well, no, not anymore anyway. I've got my girl! And she's, um, well she's pretty wild, I'd say.
Death: I don't engage in that sort of mortal thing.

E. Who is your mate/spouse?

Darien: My dear, sweet Arana. Though don't you tell her I called her 'dear'. Or 'sweet'. She'll kick my ass.
Tristol: Didn't I just say that no girl would invite me to her bed?
Necronim: Again...DEAD.
Sirian: *grins broadly* Harria! My beautiful crimson vixen pirate queen. Though, ah, only I and her brother get to call her Harria. You call her anything but Harry and she's liable to cut your throat.
Death: What need have I for such?

F. Have any kids?

Darien: Since my first lover was killed just after I was Turned and vampire's can't have children, no, I don't have any. Unless I've been lied to all these years and that's really how half vampires come about...
Tristol: No, for the gods sake!
Necronim: *glare* No.
Sirian: Actually Harria is with child now. *blushes but grins brightly at the same time* Her brother almost killed me when he found out...
Death: I'm aware of the process in getting them but no.

G. Favorite food?

Darien: Bacon. *smiles* What, you were expecting me to say blood?
Tristol: I dimly remember some sort of sweet my mother made from sugar and bread. The best thing I have every tasted and no one has ever made the same.
Necronim: The flesh of my kills. *laughs* No, not really. Or perhaps I'm lying.
Sirian: Oooh, this wonderful type of fish my foster mother used to make before she was killed.
Death: I have no need to eat. Though I do enjoy apples from time to time.

H. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Darien: Hmm, vanilla with chocolate syrup sprinkled with chocolate chips. Mmm, yum.
Tristol: Ice cream? What is that?
Necronim: *blink* What?
Sirian: *cocks head to the side* Ice cream?
Death: I'm unaware of what that is.

I. Killed anyone?

Darien: Many years ago but none recently. *wince* At least, not when my own hands.
Tristol: *frowns and twists his hands around each other* Yes, unfortunately. I...I wasn't in my right mind at the time.
Necronim: *grins coldly* Plenty.
Sirian: A few. *frowns* Such is required at times upon the sea.
Death: Technically no. They cease to live and I come to collect them. I kill no one.

J. Hate anyone?

Darien: *frown* The one who made me, Everett. I hate her and I love her all at once.
Tristol: The people that hate me for being what I am, something I could not control as I was born this way.
Necronim: I hate almost everyone. Its easier that way.
Sirian: *scowls* The people that claim to be my family on my mother's side but only want me for my magic and whoever it was that killed my father at sea.
Death: Hate is a mortal emotion.

K. Any secrets?

Darien: Everyone has secrets.
Tristol: My life tends to be a secret at times. Otherwise I might be killed.
Necronim: Yes.
Sirian: A few. I tend not to tell people that my mother was a witchwoman as they're not too fond of that. Or that my father was a pirate.
Death: Secrets? What need have I for secrets?

L. Love anyone?

Darien: My dear, sweet Arana. *earns a whack on the ear as she hears* I love you!
Tristol: Not as of yet. But...hopefully someday I'll find someone to love and who can maybe love me back.
Necronim: *scowls and turns away with a snarl* No. Not anymore.
Sirian: But of course, my lovely Harria!
Death: Love is a mortal emotion, not something for one such as I.