Name: Wesley Matthews
Nickname: Wes
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wes has brown hair and brown eyes. He has a muscular build and tanned skin.
Personality: Wes's probably the nicest guy you'll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. Despite that though he has a terrible temper, and just gets mad for almost no reason. Well there's always a reason it's just not necessarily a good one. The thing is though, he also calms down just as fast as he gets angry, never lasts long and he always feels bad about his outburst. He doesn't ever really talk much, mostly just when he has too or if he has a strong opinion about something.
Other: Wes works in construction. He owns a small company and is more or less living out his dream. He always wanted to do this sort of thing for a living. Wasn't exactly how he pictured it but it was good enough.
Jacob Allen Gideon
Basics:
Jacob Allen Gideon~25~Homesexal~Vampire
Appearance:
6ft 10~Lanky~Ever so Slight British Accent~Various scars all over his body
Personality:
Pre military: Stubborn~Overprotective~Hopeful ~Passionate~Hot Headed~Ignorant at times
Post military: Still Stubborn~Still Overprotective~ Withdrawn more~Slow to anger
Loves/Hates
+ Reading + Cooking +jogging +Sightseeing + Boxing
-violence - explosions - being sober - snakes - Being told to tone it down -
Biography
Jacob was born to a semi rich traditional catholic family. Both parents coming from old wealth, his father from Texas, and mother from Britain, and he was the only child. In many ways he was spoiled but because of his flamboyant tendencies his parents kept him on a short leash wanting Jacob to be the face of the family fortune. Made him play the role of good catholic boy, star of the soccer team, and he fell into line quite easily around his parents knowing better than to push it. That is until he figured out he was gay, and found the love of his life.
Keeping their love a secret through school it wasn't until later that they were caught, and Jacob was sent to joint the Military where life took a rather... unique turn for him.
His prosthetic:
He usually wears jeans to cover it because it embaresses him that he is missing a good chunk of his body. He also has a leg for running that he can easily take the normal foot off the prosthetic leg below and swap them out.
Nickname: Wes
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wes has brown hair and brown eyes. He has a muscular build and tanned skin.
Personality: Wes's probably the nicest guy you'll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. Despite that though he has a terrible temper, and just gets mad for almost no reason. Well there's always a reason it's just not necessarily a good one. The thing is though, he also calms down just as fast as he gets angry, never lasts long and he always feels bad about his outburst. He doesn't ever really talk much, mostly just when he has too or if he has a strong opinion about something.
Other: Wes works in construction. He owns a small company and is more or less living out his dream. He always wanted to do this sort of thing for a living. Wasn't exactly how he pictured it but it was good enough.
Jacob Allen Gideon
Basics:
Jacob Allen Gideon~25~Homesexal~Vampire
Appearance:
6ft 10~Lanky~Ever so Slight British Accent~Various scars all over his body
Personality:
Pre military: Stubborn~Overprotective~Hopeful ~Passionate~Hot Headed~Ignorant at times
Post military: Still Stubborn~Still Overprotective~ Withdrawn more~Slow to anger
Loves/Hates
+ Reading + Cooking +jogging +Sightseeing + Boxing
-violence - explosions - being sober - snakes - Being told to tone it down -
Biography
Jacob was born to a semi rich traditional catholic family. Both parents coming from old wealth, his father from Texas, and mother from Britain, and he was the only child. In many ways he was spoiled but because of his flamboyant tendencies his parents kept him on a short leash wanting Jacob to be the face of the family fortune. Made him play the role of good catholic boy, star of the soccer team, and he fell into line quite easily around his parents knowing better than to push it. That is until he figured out he was gay, and found the love of his life.
Keeping their love a secret through school it wasn't until later that they were caught, and Jacob was sent to joint the Military where life took a rather... unique turn for him.
His prosthetic:
He usually wears jeans to cover it because it embaresses him that he is missing a good chunk of his body. He also has a leg for running that he can easily take the normal foot off the prosthetic leg below and swap them out.
Once more he took in a long breath trying to remind himself to be human despite how the smell of the bar stung his senses. Not that he cared. Tomorrow everything wouldn't be nearly as brilliant, and he'd feel that familiar ache in his body that somehow he missed. Maybe it was just him being a masochist but after everything that had happened he didn't care. He wasn't even sure why he was still alive. Somehow life had found a way to throw him back into the mix once more, and here he sat surrounded by a crowd of people. With a drink in hand he downed the sickly sweet liquid hoping that somehow it took the edge off, but that voice in the back of his head said otherwise. You're just going to puke it back up you idiot.
This was true. Ever since his diet had took a little more gory turn normal foods simply became indigestible spair for liquor, and liquor was only rarely he was able to drink without much consequence. In reality it was a good excuse for him to be able to get out, and pretend to be normal. To pretend that he hadn't done some horrible things, that he still had his whole body, and that the heart in his chest still pounded. Turn away from the crowd Jacob looked up at the bartender with a coy smile. The thin man that stood there buffing glasses had obviously been lingering to ogle him. Was it worth it to start something with this man? Maybe lay a little of his charm out on the line, and see where it took him? Not that it ever was hard to sway even the most hesitant man. Jacob was still figuring that part of his new life out. Was it the creature within him that gave him an inhuman edge or was it the physique he'd earned from years of fighting? Quickly he shook his head trying to let all these questions fall away. There were to many that had been left unanswered, and for now he needed to get his mind off of everything.
"What are the chances I could get another one of these?" Jacob asked flashing a brilliant smile up at the man who instantly flushed a deep shade of red before quickly recovering.
"Anything for you handsome." the man said quickly going through the motions of making Jacob another drink before setting it down before him. A napkin carefully tucked under the edge of the glass with numbers scrawled into the cheap paper. Instantly he smirked up at the almost to forward bartender, dark eyes nearly undressing him before his stomach growled reminding him that he was well overdue to feed again. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have another one night stand? He'd kill birds with one stone.
"What's your name?" he said refusing to look away from the man before him tilting his head ever so slightly.
"You sir can call me whatever you like... Give me one sec hon." the bartender started before being interrupted by another patron.
Letting out a long breath he dipped his head so it rested against the cool wood grain of the bar for a split second before pulling himself to his feet. Long legs pushing him so he stood out above the crowd as he went to tug at the black shirt that hugged his body, mildly regretting the choice, but that was the least of his worries in that moment. It was rather the man he spotted from across the room. The familiar features standing out from among the crowd like a beacon in the dark.
"Wes..." he gasped breathlessly knowing that if his heart still was beating that it would've skipped a few beats. A familiar sensation crawling up his spine at the memories of the two of them together prior to him getting forced to join the army flashed before his eyes. He watched in wonder as Wes moved. That brilliant smile lighting a spark in Jacob's gut once more. Just as quickly as he stood though Jacob forced himself back into his barstool not wanting to be the creature that ruined Wes's life again. After what had happened between them, and the punishment they had received because of it.
"Honey are you ok?" the bartender spoke catching Jacob off guard. The creature within him recoiling as Jacob's eyes shifted from a dark chocolate brown to a brilliant yellow locking on the suddenly confused features of the bartender.
"I'm fine." Jacob cut in quickly glancing back to wear he'd seen Wes. A small part of him believing the man to be nothing more than a figment of his imagination when he couldn't see him, but even his imagination wasn't that good that it imagined a grown up version of the love of his life.
With one fluid movement he went to chug his drink once more before handing his glass to the bartender again. "Please can I have another."
Jacob let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as he let his body lean up against the bar looking longingly into the crowd before the heated thoughts were interrupted with familiar horrors. Eyes glazing over stuck in that vampirish hue of yellow as visions overtook him. The room suddenly filling with dust, the sounds of loud music being replaced by screaming and gun fire. He was back in the deserts of Afghanistan eyes locked with those brilliant white eyes as she stood above him. Dark hair wild and blood dripping from her lips. "Aapaka bach gaya" she had whispered, and to this day he still wasn't sure what it meant. A gentle growl rumbled within his chest as he shook his head quickly trying to bring himself back to the present. He couldn't be thinking about it in this time and place.
Running his hands over his face he realized with mild horror that the growl was louder than expected and eyes were watching him carefully. Thankful for a split second that his eyes were no longer that brilliant yellow color. The horror only deepened as he realized who stood before him instant panic setting in as he tried to hide his overly tall body on the old bar stool, turning quickly to look at the bartender. Praying Wes hadn't seen him not wanting to ruin the other man's night even though it pain Jacob not to go running to him.