Name: Eadin Arwick
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown to him, he is 22.
Apparent Age: Early twenties
Place of Birth: Unknown to him...Otterdale, Ontario
Species: Vampire
Coven: Independent
Appearance: Eadin stands 6’3”, medium build but has a tendency to slouch. Bronze skin, dark enough to assume some ethnicity flows in his blood, stretches over his angular, stern features. His teal eyes often appear dull and lifeless to those who do not look closely enough, but there’s a strange light about them when he makes eye contact. He’s not one to be concerned with his appearance; messy chocolate brown hair sweeps over his forehead, cut haphazardly and jagged. There’s a diagonal scar on his chin that he’s forever rubbing with his thumb…perhaps a nervous habit…Most people would take him as ordinary at first glance, however he holds a strange appeal to him that makes him attractive under the dirt and dishevelled clothes.
The loose, long sleeve shirt that adorns him hangs messily off one shoulder. His jeans are ripped and stained with what could be blood. There are no shoes on his feet and he looks like a man with no place to go.
History: He woke up under a small footbridge in Cedarwood Park. No one is familiar with him or can place him and unfortunately, Eadin knows nothing of himself or his past…A small, leather bound work diary was his only clue. Printed on it was simply a name…
As he is yet to find out...
He grew up in a fairly small town with his mother, father and older brother. He was forced into sports at an early age, much like his brother, by his father but become more interested in world events. His curious nature probably came from his mother who was from New York originally so her nosiness is matched only by her attitude.
Constantly trapped in his older brother's shadow, Eadin ended up with a chip on his shoulder the size of a log and a want to prove himself to...well...whoever he needed to. His father, his brother...the seniors at his school. So he worked hard at his grades and got out of Otterdale only to find that he didn't really fit in at Demaitre University. But he vowed he wouldn't go running back home until he got his degree. Being the observant type more than an active participant in anything...he had trouble making friends, and ended up just giving up completely and sticking mostly to himself. No one really took notice of him and he thought it was better that way. Even his boss at his part-time job, waiting at Mel's Diner, tends to forget his face and name. With out knowing it...he isolated himself in a crowd.
Trying to get at least a little recognition he decided to start one of his assessment pieces purely on pop culture. He thought his lecturer would get a kick out of a report about a bunch of loser Goths pretending to be Vampires.
Too bad...He won't be getting that paper in now...
Personality: Eadin doesn’t really understand it, but he has a lot of trouble approaching people. He just doesn’t want to. Presumably, he must have been a very closed off person considering his first reaction to anyone is distrust. Now is the time for him to reach out, however. Whatever paranoia was ingrained in him before has no place in him now. Certainly not in this time of need.
Despite his dislike for the general populous, Eadin is incredibly curious and a bit of a snoop. He’ll climb over fences sereval feet high just to take a look at a scrap of paper on the other side. Given if he thinks it’s valuable or not…He has an eye for detail and a nose for trouble. A real trait of a journalist…
Strengths and Weaknesses: As all vampires do, Eadin is slowly learning about his abilities and drawbacks. He learnt very quickly that sunlight is not his friend after a few nasty burns. Holy symbols just serve to ruin his mood rather than harm him and with that he drew the conclusion he must have been an atheist. He’s physically stronger that what he thought he would be. He’s certainly no Hercules but his brawn is nothing to shake a stick at. He’s hungry…but he’s not sure what for. Watching people eat in the park just makes his stomach churn…So it can’t be food…But he’s getting weaker from hunger.
His vision has improved. Or so he guesses. Everything looks like it has extra layers of colour, almost as if he sees the world through the eyes of a bird. It seems to be a drawback, however. Seeing the extra layers does not mean they are tangible, so when he reaches for what isn’t exactly there…most people just end up thinking he’s stoned. He’s finding his nosy side is quite catered for with the ability to read lips, though. So one can imagine how thrilled he is with himself.
