Mickey Mars.

Name:
Mickey Mars


Gender:
Male


I am a:
Born Vampire


Age:
Unknown looks 20


Birthday:
October 12th


Height:
6’0


Weight:
124


Likes:
Quiet,
Human blood,
Poetry.


Dislikes:
Loud Music,
Crowds,
Guys who trifle with Juliette.


Fears:
Ha!
He fears nothing,
not even the flames that can kill him.


Personality:
He is clam, an colleted. He doesn’t talk much, and he isn’t easily angered. Unless, of course, if Juliette is involved. Then he is positively scary.

Bio:

She grew up in a small village. Mickey first met her when she was six. He was young when he first met her, not yet a full grown vampire. He was only 13, that makes him seven years older then her. He watched her play in the rain, but didn’t think much about her. So he left, again. He didn’t travel through that village again until she was ten, and he was seven-teen. It was nighttime this time. She was out picking flowers. He thought this was strange. This time period was very superstitious. No one was ever out after dark, because they believed monsters would eat them, which wasn’t far from the truth. When he asked her why she was out she said that she wanted to see the moon flowers. He then went on to ask if she was afraid of the monsters. She said that if the monsters ate her, she would die happy, because she seen the moon flowers. She made him laugh. He soon found himself returning to that village, or to be more accurate, to her. He watched her grow up.


It wasn’t till she was fifth-teen, did he realize that he loved him. Although he was twenty-two, he stopped ageing at age twenty. She would never admit it, at least not at fifth-teen, but she loved him back. There was just one little problem that stopped him from telling her the truth; she was human, and he was vampire.


When she was seven-teen, he twenty-four, he mad the mistake of not feeding before going to meet her. The whole time he wouldn’t look at her. It scared him; he wanted her blood. She got mad, and demanded that he look at her. She smiled at him, and did something that almost killed her.


She kissed him, on the lips. She pulled back and whispered that she loved him. (This was odd behavior for a girl in this time.) There was a strange look in his eyes. He had opened his mouth to say something before she had kissed him, and one of his fangs scratched her bottom lip. It was now bleeding. He kissed her again, it was quick. When he pulled back he licked her blood off his lips. Then before he could stop himself he licked the blood off her lips. Her eyes were wide; he had wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved his mouth to her neck.


She started to cry, and he wanted to, he couldn’t stop him self. He bit her. Suddenly she asked if she was going to die. He made a noise, the closest thing to a cry as a vampire could make. She understood, and told him that she forgave him and that she still loved him, no matter if he was a monster. Then she faded into unconscious. Somehow he managed to pull away when she said that. She wasn’t dead yet. He took her far away from the village.


Although it hurt him to think about what he had to do to keep her alive, he knew he couldn’t let her die, that that would hurt worst. He turned her into a vampire. He married her a few years later.


About seventy-five years ago they moved to Dale, for no apparent reason.