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Spike

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🦋 Player

Name: Lin
Active Times/Pace: EST/Moderate usually
Brackets/Prose: Prose, but will match.
Offensive Subjects & Triggers to Avoid: Animal Death/animal cruelty. Maternal-death = Please talk to me. Sexual Assault=Please talk to me.

🦋 In Character

Physical Affection: Only with CR built up.
Physical Violence: Yes please! No killing or maiming without conversation
Relationships: Must have CR built up.
NPC Interaction: Yes please.
Psychic & Psionic Information: Buffyverse-Vamps can not be mind-read, nor can they provide 'energy' via brain-sucking type abilities. Please PM me for details and information.
Magical Information: Vampire, reads as slightly demonic. Vampires considered "evil".
Medical Information: Feels cool to the touch, must have mammal blood regularly to thrive/be in 'good' health. Undead.
Offensive Subjects & Triggers Associated with This Character: Language, Violence, Assault, Death, Murder, Stalking.

🦋 Out Of Character

Backtagging: Yes please
Threadhopping: Ask but usually yes.
Fourthwalling: Please no.
Not Interested In: Open to most anything with a conversation between players.





Here is my opt-in/opt-out and HMD post. All comments screened for privacy. Please feel free to use.





--Charm: the user can seduce or convince anyone they speak to for long enough; at its most powerful it can also be used to brainwash (Bought on Credit owed.)

-----So I will not have Spike use charm on anyone ICly without OOC permission. Please see my Opt-in/Opt-out Post here for more details.

--Large Wooden Trunk: Bargained for in the marketplace. Big enough for clothes and weapons. Contains alcohol, dagger, sword, hand-cross bow (and ammo), knife on occasion.

--Items: Gem of Amara (ring), Skyshift pendant,

--Deaths: 1 (Event #3)





About Vampires in the Buffyverse Canon: Commonalities: They drink blood. Mingling their blood with a victim creates a new vampire. They burn in daylight. Holy Water and other Christianity based weapons hurt but don't destroy. Fire works. Stake through the heart works real well. Especially vulnerable to wood. They don't require oxygen to breathe, they don't generate life-force, do have minimal blood flow, and dislike garlic. They do require an invitation to enter a private dwelling.

Here's the big difference: Vampires in the Buffyverse are a hybrid of human and demon. They're considered half-breeds. Unnatural. Looked down on. They lack a 'soul'; basically the human dies, and a 'demon' takes up residence in their body, retains their memories and core personality traits, and lacks inhibitions. They can not have their mind read, they do not give off 'life-energy', they are considered impure (energy-wise), and are useless for purposes of 'brain-sucking' of energy.

When ready to bite, they will often shift to their 'game face'. Their brows become more pronounced and protrude a bit, their eyes turn yellow, they have nasty fangs. Here, have an example.

Here's the link to the wiki entry.




General Warnings
Hi, William the Bloody, aka Spike, is a vampire. And not one of the happy fun shiny ones. There will be language. There will be cheekiness and snark and attitude. There will be irrelevance and taking the piss out of things. There will be violence. Please feel free to talk to me about any and all of the above. I'm not looking to have him kick puppies (and honestly if you're kicking puppies for no reason he might just kick you), but he's definitely an antagonistic punk.

Comments

[toothaches]

Maurice tries not to holler. He'd been in the tortilla zone so firmly trying to remember what was the glue that held God's perfect meat delivery vehicle together. He stiffens and whirls around like he's been caught doing something he isn't supposed to.

When he sees that it's his mentor, he relaxes. "Shit man, you scared me."

The head tilt tells him the answer to the question he would have asked. Damn. Poor Spike. Maurice doesn't talk to a ton of people, but he knows he'd still be pretty fucked up over losing his voice. Spike can't even say funny English swears.

"I'm, uh, tryin' to make something from home to show somebody."

[sod_off]

Spike is unimpressed with Maurice's reaction, and it shows. All he does is roll his eyes though. And look at the stuff on the counter, then Maurice again. Tilting his head AND raising an eyebrow this time to be more specific in his unspoken question.

[toothaches]

And that, in turn, actually gets the fledgling to roll his own eyes. HES JUST TRYING TO LIVE, SPIKE. GOSH. At the unasked question, he elaborates.

"I'm gonna make a burrito. But I gotta make a tortilla first. It's been forever and I'm kinda stumped."

[sod_off]

If he wants to live, he needs better situational awareness then. With Maurice's answer though, Spike takes another look at the ingredients prepped. Studying it, before heading for what is, essentially, a refrigerator. It looks nothing like modern fridges and more like an old Ice-box Chest and it uses magic instead of constantly replacing the ice. In any case, Spike grabs a small box with white things nestled in it and brings that over.

Eggs. Maurice is missing eggs. An oh-so-eloquent new eyebrow raise, asking if the other gets it. Tortillas were a type of dough, and that usually eggs and flour and water at least.

[toothaches]

Maurice didn't take Spike as a guy who knew how to make tortillas from scratch, but he reminds himself that his mentor is old as balls so he's probably had time to learn anything a dude could be interested in.

The eggs appear and Maurice brings a hand to his forehead. "EGGS! DUH! Thanks, man. You want a burrito?"

[sod_off]

A head shake in the negative. Mostly because Maurice has yet to make a tortilla even. Spike can't really remember where he learned the basics about a dough's ingredients. Didn't matter though really. Instead he heads for the cellar and comes back up with a jar of blood. Clearly getting his own food, as he grabs a saucepan and a mug.

[toothaches]

"Alrighty," Maurice says as he sets to work. He does glance over when Spike
has his blood. The sight of the sauce pan wrinkles his nose. He still can't
imagine cooking his blood or putting it into anything. It was just too
weird. His new tail switches at his heels as he refocuses. Luckily, he
remembers the texture of the dough. Something that can be pressed. He
doesn't have a press but a couple plates will do just fine. Maurice forgets
that rolling pins exist. Once he gets that going, he rolls out the dough
and starts pressing.

What he gets is a VERY flat but fairly familiar smelling tortilla. It tears
a little as he peels it off the plate and holds it up.

"Looks like a tortilla to me...what are you, uh, makin' over there?"

[sod_off]

This time Spike isn't adding anything to his blood. Just heating it up to a temperature as close to 'human' as he can get it. Not that he can't have it cold, but he prefers it hot. It's also just about done, so he kills the heat and brings the pan over for Maurice to see.

Nothing but blood by the look and smell.

Enough for the other vampire to verify it, before Spike is carefully pouring it in the mug. The pan goes in the sink with water running for a quick rinse while he grabs his mug. Bringing it up for a drink, and his face changes in that strange naturally-unnatural way. Clearly the elder vampire is pleased, and in a decent mood. Comfortable with his game-face, as it's just himself and Maurice. Usually Spike wore his human-face to make others comfortable.

[toothaches]

Maurice leans over to observe. Okay, so he's not putting wheatchex or whatever the fuck it was called in it. Cool. He gives Spike a thumbs up before taking his turn at the stove with a small pile of tortillas.

One at a time, he cooks them. The first one comes out a little doughy but the others puff up the way they're supposed to. He whistles through the gap in his teeth as he works through the batch.

"Nancy said they have cumin here, so they'll be real good. I thought maybe they wouldn't since this is, you know, another world or whatever. Kinda random all the stuff they do and don't have in common."

In the absence of Spike's words, Maurice fills the space.

[sod_off]

Spike is focused on his mug, still in his game face and willing to listen. Besides, he's just waiting to be done with his dinner before he'll wash the dishes he used. Not that he could actually voice any complaints or disagreement right then anyways, given his lack at the moment.

He's well enough away from the stove and Maurice in case something goes wrong. But close enough if he needs to do something. As long as it's not put out fires. He's very much watching in case Maurice sets something on fire.