Liam App Y2

 Basic Information 
Name: Liam Sinclair
Age: 18 
Height: 6'2"
Species: Dusk-child (An offshoot of vampires, but they lack a vampires weaknesses sans sun allergy, and only ever have one or two inherent powers, if that. Also, they lack a vampires immortality, though they do age differently from humans. Their physical state tends to stop progressing around age 16-25, and they'll maintain that state until around 120-150 years, after which point they'll usually decline slowly, reaching an average age of 2-300 years. )

Abilities: Shape Alteration (provided he learns enough about someone or something, he can transform into them or it. However, he retains his greyscale coloring and his voice. Also, his transformations are imperfect, with at least one of his own traits remaining while he is transformed, I.E. his hair remains its length and style, or his fangs remain, and so on. HOWEVER, with an abundant excess of magic to fuel the change, he can manage perfect transformations, albeit for VERY short amounts of time (no more than 2-3 minutes, max.)

_{NEW ABILITIES!!
+Thorned shadow tendrils (I'msoproud ^^)
+Basic Blood magicks (namely scrying)}

 Academic Information 
Level: Intermediate 
Current Classes: SHD 203, SHD 204, SHD 103
Passed Classes: SHD 102, LIN 104
Experience: No clue ;-;

 Personal Information 
Likes: Books, black licorice, twilight lighting, being sarcastic, walks in forests/small woods, studying, Anything done by candlelight, games, preferrably of thought and tactics, puns, being alone for long periods of time, the smell and sound of the ocean, fancy clothes, fluffy socks and blankets.

Dislikes: The entirety of his family and everything about them, being around more than 10 people at a time, and even that many for more than an hour or two, direct sunlight on his skin, how vampires and anything like them are portrayed in media. 

Fears: His family ever finding him and what they'd do to him once they found him, getting stuck somehow in a transformation, killing someone through a feeding, being powerless, members of the church or those zealously religious, getting his hair cut.

Strengths: Dusk-children do share some 'pros' of their vampire cousins, though not many. Very good low-light and night-vision chief among them. They also posess better senses of sound and smell, but their physical ability is barely above human, though they are incredibly resilient. You'll only kill a dusk-child via impalement of the heart or complete decapitation, anything less and they can recover from it, though it will take them a while (provided they don't feed regularly.) They also lack a neccessity for drinking blood, though it does boost their capabilities to do so. 

Weaknesses:They (Dusk-children) are weak to sunlight, though not as bad as vampires. An unfed Dusk-child could last one full day in the sun without dying, but any more than that would be perilous without heavy feeding or a long time of recuperation. 

Goals: To become powerful enough to exact revenge on his family


Personality: Liam is sarcastic, right down to his bones. A defense mechanism borne of his young life, he's never overcome the trait, and it tends to come out in his almost every word and action. He tends to avoid large crowds or overly rowdy people, seeing them as a threat to his continued well-being, but in small groups, he'll usually be a little more outgoing and talkative, though he will clam up the instant his past is brought up. He believes that playing a game with someone will tell you more about them than anything else, and so he will often jump at the chance to play with others, even seeming childishly gleeful at the chance to play certain games, even though he may be atrocious at them. He also tends to think quite highly of himself and his intellect, and is beyond vain about his long, luxurious black hair, with it's single white stripe on the right side. 

History: Liam grew up in a pure Dusk-child society, with the Sinclair family being the bottom of the noble food chain, barely a sneeze above common Dusk-children. His parents, however, believed themselves to be more important than they were, and were incredibly cruel to their children, who they percieved as the greatest sign of their minimal social worth. The animosity and cruelty their parents demonstrated changed each of their children profoundly, though Liam initially flew under the proverbial radar, with his two older brothers and one sister taking the brunt of their parents' wrath, while his young meekness kept him almost invisible. 

His turn came all too soon, however, when his mother caught him playing with some young commonborn Dusk-children. In a dark rage, his mother had his playmates executed and was dragged home by his hair, an event that lingers in his mind to this day. From then on, he became the seemingly sole target of his parent's abuse, and before long, his siblings joined in on the torture as well. Purely unable to be as cruel as the rest of his family, he closed himself off from everyone and thing, donning an armour of sarcasm and indifference that he still frequently wears. At his first available chance, he fled his family manor with nothing but a sack of food and his cloak. As a boy of only 16 at this time, and never having interacted with humans, he tried his best to be amiable and fit in, but his sarcasm had become ingrained and that, combined with his inhuman grey skin and yellow eyes, caused humans to instantly reject him. Which, understandably, only proved to fortify the defenses he'd initially raised against his family, now keeping everyone out. 

As the next few years progressed, he avoided other beings as much as he could, fearing that Dusk-children would recognize him and humans might attack him, he kept to places with little presence of any life, finding a certain solace in things like the openness of the ocean or the quiet acceptance of the forest. He went into towns and population centers only to steal what he needed to continue living, for the only things he had left to his name were some clothes, his cloak, and a desire to return unto his family what they had done to him in his formative years.

Maybe it was his desire for vengeance, blacker than his blood, that led him to this strange place. Perhaps it was his assumed lot in life as an outcast that brought him here. Whatever the case, one summer evening, as he strode through a new forest he'd never explored before, he found himself amidst darker and darker masses of trees, with stranger vegitation springing up the further he went. Drawn by some inexplicable force, he carried on through the massive, ominous trees and strange surroundings to exit on the edge of what appeared to be a massive castle, the air around which seemed to almost hum with energy. This place, he thought, seemed like a place of power. Power that, if he could harness it, would make him more than strong enough to destroy his family. Finding himself in the entrance hall of the great castle, he found himself before an old, worn book, inquiring of his identity and purpose. With little hesitation, he wrote his information on the pages of the strange book, delighted to know this was actually a school. With a single prick of his fang and a quick, scrawling signature in his own blood, he enrolled into the dark academy of Otherworlde, ready to finally take the steps towards his goals.

YEAR TWO:

While still taunted by the vileness of his family, Liam has carved out a pleasant enough life for himself at Otherworlde in his first year. Having aced two of his classes, he has graduated into the Intermediate class and he welcomes the challenges it undoubtedly brings. Still sarcastic and mean, a charming nekomata by the name of Prudence has penetrated his antisocial armor and now holds a soft spot.... closer to his heart, at least. He also enjoys what he can only describe as a violent frienemy-ship with the Nephilim Thane and his sweetheart Emily. While Liam harbours unresolved feelings for his former winged lover, he would never confess to them, largely due to the fact that he's unsure of the nature of those feelings. All the same, he watches his back as much as ever.

Misc. Information:

+ He will occasionally be seen out and about with an ankle-length black coat
+ He uses a leather strap to keep his hair tied up
+ His hair is down to his booty XD 
+ Though he won't normally carry his two full sanguinite stones, he never leaves his room without his ring, black-tinted silver inset with sanguinite stones that doubles as a power reservoir

 Roleplay Information 
Chatroom Availability: Whenever I'm able?  I should be able to manage being on at night, after 11 PST most nights. If I have a day off, I'll likely be around more.  
IM Availability: Skype is really the only IM I have, and I keep it off unless I want to specifically use it. Feel free to ask me for my Skype name though, and I'll gladly give it ^^ 
How did you find #OtherWorlde?: Well, at first my friend lizziecat1279 showed it to me, but I've since progressed into being several students, and am currently also the Medicine teacher! 

Script Sample:  Liam: *Peeking up over his book at the bustling library around him, he sighed with slight frustration and intense irritation. He'd been enjoying his book, and weren't libraries supposed to be, y'know, quiet?* *As his horrid luck would have it, a group of idiot tweens in their cock-eyed ballcaps and ridiculous eyewear flop into the seats next to and around him, not paying him any mind, but yammering on and on about the most asanine of things. Gritting his teeth and maintaining his patience as long as he can, he finally snaps as one girl starts talking in a whiny voice about her boyfriend doing something or other with his ex.* *Standing up and slamming his book forcefully down on the table, his eyes flash in the light as he looks around at the twats surrounding him, his teeth bared in a silent snarl. In a soft, venomous voice, he murmurs to them, barely more than a whisper.* What part of silence is golden do you people not grasp? *Rolling his eyes on the dumbstruck expression they wear on their faces (one he was used to, when people noticed his skin tone), he leaves his book where it is on the table, scoops up his bag, and storms out of the library, thanking whatever divine deities there were that it was raining outside.* (Holy fuck long script sample ;-; )

Paragraph Sample: Liam sat on the roof of the small apartment complex, staring down at the almost-empty street below him. The stench of the city annoyed him, but he enjoyed moments like this, where it was nothing but him and his thoughts. Leaning back, he sprawls out on his back and, after a moment, lifts his hand straight above himself, as if he were reaching for the stars. The corner of his mouth turns up in a wry smile, his jaw clenching slightly before he speaks in his usual, sarcastic droll; "Fret not, O dear mother. Your son shall return with his vengeance in his hand, and nothing you can do will delay its delivery." Laughing a small, dry, humorless laugh, he sits up again and quickly clambers down the fire escape ladders to street-level, tugging his cloak close around him and his hood down to shade his face better as he sets out into the night, needing to find a dark place to sleep before sunrise.