Post by Ulrich Morretti on Jun 8, 2008 0:05:34 GMT
Tell us a little bit about yourself...
Name;; Lynn
Age [optional];; fifteen
How long have you been RPing?;; four years, roughly.
and i have shown to be like, a black belt at rambling.
i wrote the profile for Thompson Holland as well xD
had to have an original and a canon =] but...
my history for ulrich is huge. sorry
Ulrich Morretti
Character Registration Information[/size]
Full Name: Ulrich Foster Morretti
Species: werewolf
Grade: senior
Age: nineteen
Sexuality: anything that's breathing and has a pulse
Likes:
+ Pain
+ Blood
+ Darkness
+ Silence
+ Being alone
+ Correcting people
+ Being correct
Dislikes
- Stupidity
- Obnoxiousness
- Lack of common sense
- Ignorance
- Lazy people
- ‘Perfect’ people
- People who think they understand
- People who act like they understand
- Sympathy
Family Information
Home: New Amsterdam, New York.
Mother: Rosaline
Father: Daniel
Siblings: [in order of birth, all dead since none are living]
Ulrich was the first child, Tyler, Samatha, Traux, [twin] Ashley, [twin] Edward, and Ricard
Children [if applicable] : ---
Other Family: ---
Family History:
LIFE in d e a t h || being born
It was the year 1830 that young Ulrich Foster Morretti was born. His mother, when she was screaming in agony in the hospital was sick from influenza. Her body was weak and her pain was great. She’d been suffering the affects of the sweeping disease for almost three days. Her water had broken and she was rushed to the hospital by her loving husband Daniel. He stayed with her as long as he could, but when the doctors rushed in he was rushed out. The birth was a slow process since she was weak and it took her many times to push before her child was fully emerged. He was born a healthy child, but his mother died before she was able to see her beautiful screaming child. Daniel was allowed in to weep for his wife and to see the new son. Ulrich was his son’s name, Foster was Rosaline’s father, Michael was Daniel’s father, and as a blood member of the Morretti’s this was his last name.
Daniel remarried quickly to a female by the name of Juliet, who was actually Rosaline’s younger sister who had a crush on Daniel since they were young children. Sure, she was about five year’s age difference then Daniel, but she would pose for a good wife and that she did. She raised Ulrich from birth so he wouldn’t be motherless and she also supplied Daniel with six more living children, but one stillborn child. He ‘loved’ her just as much as he loved Rosaline.
defense against myl o v e|| turning night
His first love was when he’d turned fifteen. He was expected to find a woman he loved by a young age so that way he could move away from his family and start a life of his own. He met a woman by the name of Caroline and spent a lot of time with her. Most hours of the day he was skipping out on field/farm work so that way he could go visit the young woman who lived four houses down. He’d ride Lou to her house everyday and snatch her away from the farm work without her father knowing. Their favorite place to go was to ride up the cliffs until they could see everything in the little town. He loved Caroline and she loved him just as much in return. However, her father thought very little of Ulrich and wished that his daughter might find someone more worthy of her great beauty. He saw the lack of wealth in Ulrich's family and knew that he’d never be anything more then a lover. He’d remarry just like his father did when his birth mother died. Caroline's father had no respect for Ulrich but knew that Caroline loved him and showed both physical and emotional love for the young lad.
One evening when Ulrich rode over on his horse and Giles [Caroline's father] met him outside instead of Caroline meeting him outside. He was determined to stop the fraternizing between the two love-sick children. He didn’t want Caroline to be with Ulrich and he’d bring this to an end if he had to. “Stay away from my daughter, you foul, insignificant boy. No one wants you around here.” He said sharply as Ulrich dismounted his tall black horse. “Get back on that horse and go back home. My daughter will find a love ten times as good as your worthless body.” He growled as he stepped closer to Ulrich, making the boy step back in response.
“Is that all you have to say to me is that I am worthless? What about you? A father who doesn’t even realize that I have been with your daughter for a year and a half now?” he spoke with a smirk as he returned the advance and glared at the father’s shocked expression.
“No, that is not true! Defend yourself if you swear by it!” he spoke taking a swipe at Ulrich with the long blade that had been hidden in his hand and beneath his shirt sleeve. The blade slid through Ulrich's chest like a knife through butter. His blade was smeared with blood and Ulrich fell back against his horse. The black stallion snorted and only stood there. He pulled out a knife and reached out for Giles but it was a horrid miss.
“Stop it!” Caroline screamed as she ran from the house in her flowing night gown of a cream colored white. Her arms wrapped around you Ulrich and blood stained her breast. She sobbed into his shoulder and confessed her love to him and her father. Ulrich was aware of this but her father was shocked and pulled her away, intending to kill the young lad. She came between them and the blade ran smoothly across her throat, killing her after a moment of hopeless gasping and sobbing. She fell dead to the ground and Ulrich just ran. He rode far away from the house, never to be seen by their eyes again.
D Y I N G as I moan || turning night
His life had been lonely, ever since the night his love for young Caroline died when the life left her eyes. He’d been alone for nearly since that night. The night was his nineteenth birthday and he spent it alone in a local tavern just outside of New Amsterdam. He felt as though everything inside him died when he seen the blood spilled from his young love’s neck. Now he drank the pain away and felt lost in the huge world he lived in. He felt like no one missed him and no one even remembered him. He was alone and cared not if he died tonight.
A man about five years older sat himself beside Ulrich and just started to talk. He spoke words that Ulrich cared not to hear and he tried to ignore the other. He didn’t want to be talked too even though deep inside he felt lonely. He just wanted to sit here and feel sorry for himself but the man wouldn’t let him. He kept buying Ulrich drinks until finally he was drunk enough to pay attention. They talked a little bit and arm wrestled before Ulrich was drunk enough to start complimenting the guy and before he knew it he was in the back alley with this man. Their clothes were stripped from their bodies and he was against the wall begging for more. His sensitive body was tortured by a talented mouth and set of hands. Usually Ulrich leaned toward the females, but in his drunken, slightly depressed state he didn’t care. He was just glad to be with someone instead of being so terribly alone.
He didn’t remember what he had said to the man, but something he’d said set him off and all he remembered was being forced to the ground, and before his eyes the man changed into a huge, seven foot tall beast with huge eyes and teeth like he’d never seen before. The animal attacked him and cut deep into the flesh of his left arm, making him bleed quite a bit.
pretty little M I S H A P S || his own blood
His world had been turned upside down after being turned around with Caroline’s death. One evening when the moon was full his body started to ache. A heart stopping pain came over him and in the middle of his nightly run he just fell to his knees, practically howling in pain as his limbs grew and his body became covered in the shaggy fur coat. His transformation was something that at first terrified him, but when he learned more about the ‘werewolf’ half of him; he learned that there were advantages. He could tame this other mind he seemed to have. When he was a werewolf he was vicious and deadly, but there were book that talked about meditation, and learning how to tame that wild side so he could learn to transform whenever he wanted. He kept learning and reading and eventually went to the one he knew who wouldn’t reject him.
He moved to here to seek help from a long time friend who he’d known to suffer the same fate but he hadn’t believed her as a child. She had told him everything about the attack and her attacker, hell, she had even showed him the bite mark and he hadn’t believed her. He followed her then, and tried to seek her out. When he got there, his searching came to an end and he met with her, explaining that he believed her. She was shocked that he did and was glad to find someone on her side instead of being viewed as someone who belonged in an insane asylum. They spent a lot of time at her house and after a few years of living together love struck the female. She confessed her feelings to him, and in the impulsive moment, he spoke love to her and sex became a regular thing between the two even though he didn’t really love her like she said he loved him.
He realized then what Caroline's father said was true. Caroline had died, and his ‘love’ moved to the next woman that confessed her love to him. He felt horrid for betraying his young love Caroline and left his physical lover. He walked away from her as if she was just a cheap hooker that he could pay for and leave at any time. Now he blends into the crowd at Eden Hill Academy.
Inside the Character
Personality:
Quiet;; He doesn't refrain from speech; he just prefers to be left alone. Although he likes to be around different people, when it comes to actual conversation he cares not to speak to you. If you happen to catch him on an off day then he'll speak to you, but don't expect that feeling to last very long. He always acts civil toward people, but he's not nice enough to grow attached to people. His relationships are usually physical, and that's the end of things. He doesn't like to get attached to people and that can be seen as a flaw in some eyes.
Respectful;; He was always taught that even if you don’t like someone that you should still respect them and treat them how you would wish to be treated. That works for most people, but those people that he just will seem to never get along with, you can not expect him to be civil and respectful. If he doesn’t like you because of his reasons or something that you have done then you will know he hates you. He’s almost always respectful to elders, and anyone higher power then him, but same goes for them. If they do something to him, or he dislikes them because of his reasons then they will know it right off the bat.
Intelligent;; He reads a lot, and has an incredible ability to take in information. His brain is like an ever growing sponge and he likes to learn all that he can. It doesn't matter what it is, but he learns as much as possible, just for the pure fact that he likes to learn. He'll openly admit that he likes such things as learning, but when he learns thing he doesn't forget them. When he was younger, and even still today he learns for the sake of learning. Knowing a lot about the world around him is important and he likes to feel as though he knows what he’s talking about when he has a conversation with someone around him.
Laid-Back;; Some people change around the term laid back for lazy. Either way can describe him, but of course one fits more than the other as he prefers to be considered laid back. He works to the best of his abilities and although he has his days where he feels like just sitting on his ass and doing nothing he’s just like everyone else. He likes to be able to take a load off his shoulders and ignore the world. Drawing and writing are his escape when it comes to these kinds of days. He just blocks everything out and writes or begins to draw until his heart’s content. He cares about the world, but when he enjoys the time when he isn’t stressing over this or that.
Calm;; He’s fantastic when it comes to being under pressure or from just doing day to day things. He can keep a very still and unruffled disposition in most situations. He’s not easily worried and although he tends to have a more negative ‘the glass is half empty’ kind of look on everything, he hides it well and makes sure to set a good example or put a good impression upon those who might be watching.
Detail-oriented: He pays a lot of attention to the details and takes very careful notes on things. Sometimes that really catches him off guard though, because he tends to think about things to a much more detailed point and it frustrates him. When he's thinking about something he can drag it out and see most of the possibilities and try to find their probable outcomes. Thinking is one of those small things that gets on his nerves but it’s not something he can just stop doing. He doesn’t appear that deep when it comes to his thoughts and feelings, but his mind works constantly, always wondering.
Creative: He's always been pretty talented when it comes to the creative aspect of a lot of things. He can't write a song or a poem to save his life, but when it comes to drawing, design and writing he is pretty good at them, not to blow his own horn or anything. He usually takes a while in coming up with color schemes and deigns when he's working on something, but the end product is usually neat and doesn't look rushed. He's very picky about the arrangement of things and likes to pick compliments for his colors.
Stubborn;; One trait about him that can be a bit negative is the simple fact that he’s hard to talk to about opinions. He sticks to what he thinks and if you’re wrong he’ll prove it. Although he tends to argue that his thoughts are right, when there is hard evidence that he’s wrong he will acknowledge that fact and give his apologies.
Angry;; He wouldn’t classify himself as violent, and dangerous when around other people, but when he is mad it is best to just back off and heed the warning signs. He knows how to keep that anger inside of him for long periods of time until things just explode within him and he becomes very angry. Ulrich is usually social and but I cannot say he’s someone you shouldn’t worry about. He’s generally overprotective of his feelings, and of a few personal things about him, but unless you get the balls to stand up and insult him out front, or fight him in anyway then your death wish my be granted.
Sneaky;; He’s a very stealthy type, as most vampires should be. His love for black clothing is just one of the traits that help him be able to slink through the shadows with ease. He grew up in a strict Christian household and had to learn to behave himself, behaving himself meant that he needed to be able to sit still for long services at church, he needed to be able to be quiet during service and he had to learn how to seem manageable in public. Through that he learned to be sneaky. He loves being able to freak people out.
Goals:to feel the love he once felt for his dearly beloved Caroline
Bad Habits:
- glares at everyone
- draws on everything
- has the tendency to stare
- cracks his knuckles
- smokes when he's nervous
Abilities:
+ can go for a long time without blinking
+ can sleep with his eyes open
+ he can sing well, but its not know
Physical Appearance and Attributes
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Eyes: dark brown, appear black
Hair: black
Celebrity: gerard way
Phobias: being reminded of caroline
rp sample:“Ohh... what kind of pervert wants to meet in a place like this? I don’t even know if he’ll be here. What if he’s not and I’m out here alone? AHH! Sick fucks...”
This was James speaking aloud to himself as he walked through the dark streets at midnight. His body was dressed in a black button up shirt that had long sleeves rolled to his elbows and was unbuttoned all down the front. His pale skin was glazed lightly by the drizzle that he’d had to walk through just a few minutes ago. His hair was spiked out in all directions in a messy manner and bothered him a little. He ran his delicate hands through his dark brown locks in an attempt to fix them, but they only got worse. His lower body was dressed in black jeans. Holes all over exposed the pale skin that lurked beneath and black and red checkered vans covered his feet. His pants hugged his legs and his shoes were easy to slip off. He crossed his arms over his chest as his dark brown eyes surveyed the area around him, being extremely unsure about this whole situation. If he met someone in a club he felt more secure, but this whole dark alley shit was making his heart race. He felt like he was doing something illegal... when he was really.
“Hey you. You James?” the voice asked from out of no where and James nearly jumped from his clothes and ran. He looked around, spotting the figure off in the corner where the husky voice had come from. James finally nodded as he carefully walked closer, but stayed at a distance.
“Who wants to know?” he asked carefully, before he was pulled into the shadows by his wrist. He went to pull himself away from this creeper but a hand hooked around the waist of his pants and the soft words were heard.
“Daniel. Pleasure’s mine.” he said quickly as he hid their bodies in the shadows and paid James the cash that he needed to give before he got what he wanted.
-- two hours later --
A slightly shocked look showed on the male’s face as he combed his fingers through his now extremely messy hair. Damn guy wouldn’t leave his hair alone and now it was worse then it had been with the light rain that had hit him. He walked away from the dark alley, toying with his hair to try and get it to look somewhat decent while he checked to make sure the money was still in his pocket. It was there, to his relief, and he sighed softly, running his hands down his chest. He tried to button his shirt to hide the sweat glazed surface, only to sadly remember the buttons had been stripped from the shirt. He shook his head in disbelief and just let his clothes hang off his body. He fixed his pants a little before he got out of the alley and into the light of the night.
He was glad to be in the lights of the city again. He preferred it out here verse being alone with some stranger in a dark alley where he could have been raped, killed and left for dead. He would make note to play sick the next time someone requested that he be met in such a gruesome place. He ducked back into the alleys as he thought he saw his father lurking in the place where they usually met after he finished. He stayed clear of the street then, but made sure not to get out of way of the light. He liked the light and didn’t want to run into any weird person. He didn’t trust people very easily, yet he sold his body the way he did, which was ironic, but what else do you get when you’ve been warped like James has? It’s hard to say, but this was him.
He toyed with his hair some more, disappointed that he looked so sloppy. He swore that if anyone said it looked like he had ‘sex hair’ he would deck them before they could get a laugh out. That phrase annoyed him for some reason and he hated when people made such stupid comments like that, even though it was completely true.