HOWE, FLORIAN LUKAS

[florian howe]

Player's Name: Orgy, I suppose.
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Name: Florian Lukas Howe
Alias: Flower, but that's mostly by his father.
Age: 19
Birthday: December 3rd
Gender: Male
Species: vampire
Social Class: working class
Job/Position: an aspiring writer/poet
Sexual Preference: Questionably heterosexual

Hair: long, shaggy platinum blonde
Eyes: very light blue
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 140

While quite the wild one at heart, Florian has attained some of his adoptive father’s mannerisms in the years under the man’s tutelage. He had always preferred to be alone, so it was no surprise he developed a rather aloof disposition. Though, when it comes to social soirees he would never decline an invitation to mingle amongst a small group of people for the sake of nurturing lasting relationships. Despite being seemingly distant, he is quite friendly towards others. Not so much desperately aching to meet new people and chat, but more so in the way of not deliberately showing his indifference.

He’s a slow-talker and slow-mover, taking everything in stride. Much like his father, nothing really bothers him aside from the usual stress garnered from his work, and the fact that once he finds the time to learn one of his maid’s names she’s almost immediately replaced with another. Generally careless, observant and meticulous people tend to irritate him with their fine attention to detail—especially if they were criticizing him. Florian is quite arrogant, or even conceited, to the point that he’s very quick to defend himself or his mannerisms with a plethora of reasonable excuses with his sharp tongue.

It’s that same arrogance that can allow him to be somewhat defiant at times. Though he’s become quite well-behaved, he has moments where he just snaps for no good reason. Naturally, he does his very best to control himself (as he wouldn’t want any unwanted attention that may reveal his being a vampire), but sometimes he just can’t help himself.

It was as though one night he woke-up in a bed of snow. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there, but there he lay in the snow facing the grey sky. The boy couldn’t recall what had happened, or where he had been going. And while it should have been cold, he didn’t feel it on his pale skin. Investigating his body further, he found he was covered in blood. While he would have assumed it was his own, there was evidence in the red, trampled snow that made him guess otherwise. An overturned carriage to his left, and the lifeless body of the man that led the vehicle to his right… it was all so strange to him, he didn’t no how to respond to the situation other than getting up and walking forth. Surely, there would be some sort of clue what happened if he kept walking along this road.

It wasn’t until after a few hours that a horrified traveler met him. Out of the kindness in this benevolent man’s heart, he quickly snatched the boy up and turned him into a local orphanage. It was there he was cleaned, but when they tried to feed him he was only sickened by their food. The traveler could only assume he had been attacked by wolves or some other sort of strange beast known to the woods, but the fair maiden that had dressed him before a mirror was skeptical of the boy. Something within her warned her it would be dangerous to keep this child near, but just like the traveler that mysteriously disappeared; her heart too was filled with goodness.

It didn’t take long for the children of the orphanage to become frightened by Florian’s peculiar tendencies to not eat and loom over them while they slept. They didn’t like how he watched them play from his bedroom window, and soon the maiden didn’t know what to do when her flock of children began turning ill in the night and passing by morning. Left with no other options, she turned the boy over to a close friend in charge of another orphanage in the city of London where Florian found it much easier to treat his insatiable appetite. He learned to avoid the behavior that would make him an outcast to his peers, finding it easier to coax them into playing a “game” with him if they trusted him.

While he wasn’t well-liked, and still considered strange to many of the people that knew him, he was accepted as he pretended to be. He took great pleasure in reading, and writing. He was fascinated by the worlds that unraveled to him as his eyes quickly flitted over a page and thought he could do the same with his own writing--create a universe as he wished it to be, that is. The power of the written word was his true passion, and while he lacks the social standing to have created anything worthwhile to anyone, he still chooses to pursue the career.

When the caretaker went out, sometimes he allowed some of the boys to come with him so they could get out of the orphanage, see some of the city. And Florian became one of those boys that were part of this privileged group. It was on one fateful trip to the bank, that some men arrived waving bags and demanding money be given to them. Frightened and confused when he was confronted, the little vampire attacked these men and stood wide-eyed to a pair of hues that he would later discover were the bright eyes of his future father.

Life from then on became somewhat easier. Howe was good about treating his various ‘special’ needs. At first he resented the man for taking him from his place of comfort, but the man’s home quickly became a new nest for him to lodge in and as he grew older he accepted it. Though not without its ups and downs, life has since that first day of waking up alone in the snow became much more stable. And dare say some days tend to be even a little mundane.

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Signed: Orgy