SCHWARTZ, billa trumper

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{ WILHELM TRUMPER SCHWARTZ }

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NAME ;; Wilhelm Trumper Schwartz
AGE ;; 19, 107
SPECIES ;;carnivorous vampire
GENDER ;; male
SEXUALITY ;; bi
SPECIAL ABILITY ;; He can bend shadows at his will. But it really depends on his energy, his will to do so, and how dark it is. If he wants, the shadows around him would darken, or shift to surround him, shielding him from human views. It, of course, cannot be done to fool a vampire, but it does make him seem more intimidating, much to his amusement. He doesn't use his powers often though.

HAIR DESCRIPTION ;; Bill is seen to have long black hair that frames his face and makes it look softer. Blond streaks run down random points in his hair, which would fall down and merely brush against his shoulder if he had left it alone in the mornings. Usually, he is seen with his hair slicked back, or straight up- not without the use of hair gel and the occasional comb in his back pocket though.
EYE DESCRIPTION ;; His eyes, as a human, was probably the most dominate features that made up his face apart from his high cheekbones. As a human- they appeared almond shaped, and a light, maple syrup color- which darkened into a nice, intense chocolate brown when he seemed angry or tired. As a vampire, his eyes no longer are brown, but a vivid red, however, they still seem to be the most noticeable thing about him.
BODY DESCRIPTION ;;Bill has a thin, small frame- almost bordering malnourished. However, one cannot be fooled by this lanky looking body- though he stands at the height of 6'2, he's graceful, quick, and carries himself with grace. Under the leather jackets, there are muscles ripping under the pale, snow white and inked skin, but it is rare for anyone to see his bare arms, since he always wears a jacket.
PLAY BY ;;Bill Kaulitz

FULL PERSONALITY ;;

Bill is that kid people see all the time. It's hard to miss him. He either looks like a being that no one had never seen before, or an extremely pretty ass girl with truly no flaws. He never talks to anyone, he always doing something, people see him all the time, and yet there is something dangerous about him when they come near him. He looks into everyone's eyes, and for a second- a mix feeling of hatred, sadness, pain, loss in his brown orbs can be seen before- like a candle- it flickers and dies out, leaving only a blank tare. He never utters a word as he turns away and keeps going. He's just another kid that everyone never thinks of talking to, but often he pops into someone's head and many would think: what's his story? He doesn't speak much a few years ago when he attended high school. He spoke when he was called on, but mostly student would see him all the way in the back, literally surrounded by the dark shadows, cast over his dominate features. He never utters a word when the bell rings- he doesn't look at anyone but a black bound notebook through the whole class. There are times he walks down a hallway during lunch tossing a red apple in his hand, but mostly during lunch he's in the art room or the music room. In his hands- there's always something, origami, a guitar pick, clay, a pen or pencil. He's doesn't join any sports, and no one thinks he can because he's so androgynous.

In his free time, he's only out at nights- drinking at the bar but never dancing; kissing a girl somewhere, but never dating, driving around in a Andi but has nowhere to go. No one knows about him except a few people, but other then that he doesn't have many friends. No knows what his house looks like, and it seems like he prefers to hang out with strangers for the night rather then with close, loyal friends who just want to understand why it seems like he's hiding something big. But no one does anything because he's spotless, no scars, and bruises; so they assume- he's just another emo kid with nothing better to do in his life then cut himself. However, he is rarely seen in the daytime- one could say he does it best to avoid it.

He's a little obsessive, work is away done in a timely manner and he's a neat freak. Everything has a place, and no one is allowed to touch it without his permission. By the same token, no one can touch, talk, or look at him without him knowing. He, even though it looks like he's oblivious, always seem to know everything without even trying. To humans- he seems to be a sponge, always soaking in every bit of information unintentionally. He graduated valedictorian, which proved how smart he is, despite what he did and acted. It also shows, to a clear observer, that he hates to fail, and probably fears failure more then anything else.

FAMILY ;;His mother was Simone Schwartz and his father was Johnathan. Rochelle was his fiance. All are deceased.
BIRTH DATE ;;September 1.
DEATH DATE ;; March 6
CURRENT DWELLING ;; Port Angeles
HISTORY ;;

Bill had never had a peaceful upbringing. Growing up in a society where a family's status will run forever down the generations. Lucky for Bill, he was born in a very high class; he was rich, happy, and people looked up to him. Though touch cookies for him, it was all he got. People expected him to do many things that he wasn't even sure he could do, and his parents wanted him to be a good child, well mannered, nicely dressed, and handsome enough to catch another family's eye, where he would then have to marry someone else for money rather then love. It was it difficult for young Wilhelm to fit in, since he was a child whose upbringing was happy, he was carefree, open, and never was the type to hold back on what he wanted to say. He wasn't the type to change because someone expected it from him- he wanted to be who he was, he wanted to be different then just be a part of tradition that would last the rest of his life. He was what most people would call a dreamer and would be willing to do as he wanted to get it. He was outright with his ideas, and would be quick to defend them to the people who says something wrong or judges him because of his ideas. They say that he was going to be the black sheep, the outcast. He liked his hair long, he liked wearing some makeup, and most people at first thought he was going to be a gay boy, and most shunned his family- and his parents turned to the idea that Bill brought shame on them.

But that wasn't where it ended. Bill never seemed to be interested in dating whatsoever, let alone courting someone for the rest of his life, repeatedly, despite his family setting him up with many girls at dinner, he never gave them a second thought before he turned them away, merely saying farewell at the door before departing up to his room for the night. Mostly of his human life was spent in his room, where he wrote music and drew pictures. He mostly did his best of avoid his family, knowing that a lecture would just ensue if he saw them. And more then anything, it created a rift between the family that was only covered up for the sake of the neighbors- but never fixed. At first, they thought that Bill might have liked boys, and they eventually get mad, and gave him a choice, either marry a girl, or he would be disowned. The choices were limited, Bill had no family who would be willing to take him in, and already a family had their eyes set on wedding him to their daughter. He agreed- but that changed his life- he no longer really spoke to his parents unless he had, and more then ever he seek refuge in his bedroom.

The girl- Rochelle was her name- was a pretty young thing, she had an angular face, full lips, blond hair, and beautiful light blue eyes that completely enchanted him at first site. However, dinner that night was cold, they didn't speak much, and their parents did most of the talking, expressing their child's side in hopes of impressing the latter. Later, just before the night ended and the family went home, Rochelle expressed her hate to get married, just like him, they made it clear that they weren't ready for marriage, and it would be best of they tried to postpone it as long as possible. For Bill, it was one of the most important event in his life- she didn't force him into anything, no commitment, at least not yet- and it gave him a shadow of freedom- she didn't pressure him, and though they frequently walked and spend time together- they had their parent's approval, so they didn't get pressured either.

But like any other girl, the more she spent time with Bill, the more that she realized that she had feelings for him- and even Bill felt that there was something there for her, but at the same time, he was faced with a delay problem. There was a girl, not much older then him, that lived down the street. She was perfect- black hair that shined in the night- skin so pale it almost made her seem unhealthy if it weren't for the beautiful curves of her body and straighten posture of her movements to prove him wrong. She didn't have a name- maybe she did, but she never told Bill. But every time he looked into her golden eyes- pain, sorrow, hated seemed to glow, and the feelings pierced his soul, so deep that he had an overwhelming feeling for her- curiously, love, interest. And when Rochelle confronted him about getting ready for him to ask her, he felt despair weigh down on him. He didn't want to marry. He never did- it was something no one understood, he was sixteen! He refused to get married, but again- he didn't have an option. And sadly, he had to go through with his promise, asking her to marry him the next night the two families had dinner together.

It wasn't news that he was proud of. When he visited the neighbor again- she was furious. She was more then furious- it was clear to anyone that she wanted Bill for herself, the only person who didn't know what was him. Unable to promise that he would return, he stopped seeing her, and eventually the house became empty, rumors has it that the beauty who lived inside just up and left in the middle of the night of Bill's wedding.

Three years later, Bill was still preparing to get married. Because of his conflict with the neighbor, he never realized how much he and his wife had in common. They had a tattoo in yin and yang as a symbol of love for each other- Bill's was on his neck and hers was on her left shoulder. Yin yang, push pull, the light was trying to pull darkness out, without love there wasn't hate, without her, there wouldn't be a Bill. He was eighteen, and things had gotten serious, his family now demanded that he should have a child as soon as possible. And once more, he felt the pressure of being asked too much.

On the night before the wedding, Bill felt the need to talk a walk, having got cold feet and he needed to get some air, despite he was still wearing the outfit he was going to be donning for the wedding. It felt his airways constrict and his lungs close at the thought of them being committed forever. He still wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

Lucky- he always worried about it- and yet on the day of the wedding, he never attended it.

On his walk, he found her- that girl, the pretty girl who he used to rendezvous with. At one point- it started off as a talk, and she seemed a little tense. Every time he asked her if she was alright- she always blew it off. Her eyes seemed to glow with an intense red- and it wasn't until Bill had put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her did she attack him. Why? He had asked her later on. She would always say that she loved him, and wanted him for her selfish need.

Ridden by pain and bedridden for three days, she changed him out of his wedding clothes (which was all bloody anyways) and gave him a new, even more expensive outfit. She cunningly put his bloody ones on his bed back home for his parents to see. Sadly- it was never the same in the Schwartz household. His mother, in denial would wait by the window, wasting away in an effort to see her son's return, his father would drink himself into a stupor, having no heart to go and look for him. Five years later, they buried an empty casket.

And his to-be wife? She never gave up, she waited for him. She refused to marry anyone else. But Bill had shown up to her door on last time, saying that he couldn't stay, and they can't be together. She was the only one who knew Bill's secret. They kept in touch by mail, he had kept all of hers in a small journal and he was by her side when she had grown ill and was on her deathbed. He stayed around in Germany all his life until she died. It wasn't until after that moment did he become a nomad, settling somewhere for a few years, making a ton of cash, and leaving again.

in 2008, he moved to Port Angeles, and is there seen there now- he is aware that his nephew resides there, and secretly, Bill has been watching the boy with some interesting where he is going to go in life- but they haven't met yet, and he doesn't plan to anytime soon.

YOUR NAME & AGE ;; Tomi, 18
HOW DID YOU FIND US? ;;your mom told me last night.
SAMPLE POST ;;

Billa scowled, rolling his eyes and looking around him and shaking his head. He leaned back in the car seat, her fingers running over the black leather interior, trying hard to ignore the starts the accompanied his arrival, his sleek Andi r8 was shining, and not a speck was to be seen anywhere on the black paint. He knew it was what he got, he could afford expensive things,and most of the time, it was what he did with his money, he spent it, it wasn't going to lower itself, despite the money kept rolling in and all. Hell, might as well show it off. In another lifetime, he would have done anything to be where he was now, collage, a girl, money, lots of money. But now, sitting here and peering back at the people in his sunglasses through the tinted windows, he obviously didn't like where he was standing. Granted- it was small- but the amount of people were horrific. It just reached his peak. Lucky for him, he had requested that he didn't get a roommate; with his smooth words and charm, it wasn't hard, but that didn't mean that people wouldn't be curious, that people wouldn't suspect. It was collage after all.

Ah- high society his ass, it was more like high anxiety, and Bill didn't like the thought of being away from Rachel for so long, and he blurted the first thing that came to mind so she would talk to him. Excuse him for not thinking it through. Well, he did, but it was still unexpected. The normal Bill Schwartz wouldn't have bothered.

Sighing, he shook his head and opened the door, finally stepping out, his outfit as dark as the interior and exterior of the car. All black, all leather, and all made of cash that half of them couldn't even afford. He should have known that people would stop talking to their friends and look at the newcomer, dressed like so. He smirked, reading their expressions at once, his maple brown eyes looking left and right- shock, awed, disgusted, confused, interested. Oh yea, it was all there, the same, boring, readable, and expected looks he always got when he was in the city. It was nothing new anyway, the way people treated him as he shut the door. He pulled on his jacket before walking to the dorms he knew occupied Rachel. He could smell her scent- the unique smell mixed in with everyone else's. It was going to take a while to get used to. Stopping and looking at the trunk of his car, his fingers reached to the side of his sunglasses, wondering if he should take his things to his dorm now, so everyone would know he was a student- not a stalker running into the girl's dorms and ransacking the place, doing god knows what. But he decided against it. Why should he?

Shaking his head, he turned around, having now successful catch everyone's attention with his entrance, he continued to breeze to the building, looking at the looming shadow as he entered, subtly pushing his way past the girls as the laughed, giggles, and gossiped.He wrinkled his nose before deciding against going to the elevator, instead making an beeline to the stairs, a much quicker way to travel. Vampire style. It was like he just floated over the step, the way he walked. All this for one girl, he still was in a daze over it. Why her. He never understood what it was about her that caught his eye.

Pushing open the door, he looked around before stepping into the hall, fixing his jacket once more before he strutted down the hall, ignoring the looks as he stopped just outside her dorm. She was drawing something, followed by tossing said paper to the ground. And curious, he wondered what it was that she did in her spare time. The thought suddenly turned. What does that mean, she's not scared of Eva? Evangeline? The shifter? Does Rachel now know?

His lips pulled over his teeth in a snarl before he smoothed it out into a light smile. Reaching one gloved hand, he rasped on the door gently, waiting for the reply.

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