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Character Name: Spike (William "The Bloody")
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Timeline: Between Episodes "Crush" and "I Was Made To Love You" in Season 5
Background: It's all there on the wiki, but; Spike began life as William Pratt, a pathetic momma's boy living in 1880s Britian. Cow-tailed by society's expectations (not to mention mommy dearest's), William miserably played poet, attempting to siphon his inner passion into words. This went horribly. He was constantly ridiculed for his work. "William the Bloody" they called him, for his bloody awful poetry. He didn't find release until the night the love of his life took his heart and shattered it. He left the party in tears, and ran straight into the arms of Drusilla, a vampire. Drusilla whispered nonsense to him, told him of his greatness, even let the suppressed man touch her. It was all the persuasion William needed to let her change him.
As a vampire, William was released from his cage. He threw himself to the blood lust, lost himself to fucking and killing. Changed his name to Spike, adopted looser mannerisms. Accepted his un-life with greed. At first, he was content to murder humans willy-nilly, but he was quickly warned against getting too showy. Angelus, Dru's sire and self appointed leader of the tiny clan Spike had fallen in with, saw killing as an art, not messy fun and games. He demanded Spike cool his jets, lest his misadventures bring an angry mob down on all their heads. Or worse, he cautioned, bring the Slayer.
Vampires aren't sired with the knowledge of the Slayer. Spike was intrigued, and then obsessed with finding this Chosen One, this girl who was destined to kill all vampire kind. He wanted to fight her and kill her and eat her. And he proceeded to do just that. Twice. Because, lucky him, Slayers have their own nifty reincarnation cycle. Spike became infamous and cocky, which possibly led to Drusilla's eventual injury. In 1997, pair were passing through Progue, where they were attacked by an angry mob, who proceeded to kidnap Dru and torture her good and hard. Spike freed her, and the pair fled, seeking refuge at the Hellmouth in Sunnydale, CA.
Spike quickly sunk his teeth into Sunnydale, and attempted in many a fashion to make his Dead Slayer count three-for-three. This went terribly. Apparently, Buffy was not a Slayer to be taken lightly. As things panned out, he was forced to leave Sunnydale after aiding Buffy in thwarting Angelus' plans to destroy the world. (Because, as Spike explained, he rather likes the world. He sort of lives here and stuff).
That was hardly the last time Spike was in Sunnydale. His first encore performance came when he drove back into town, rip-roarin’ drunk and hell-bent on making Buffy's witch-friend, Willow, Jerry-rig a love potion for him. He planned to use the potion on Dru, whom had gone off to play with slimier demons, but in the end decided to just take the traditional approach and torture her until she loved him again. He returned a second time in search for a fabled amulet, said to nullify all those pesky 'instant death' problems plaguing Vampire-kind. Which he actually found! Only to have Buffy take it away from him. Spike stuck around after that and genially made a nuisance of himself until a military faction stationed in Sunnydale got a one-up on his pasty butt and, while he's passed out cold on an operating table, implanted a pretty chip in his cranium. This chip prevents Spike from hurting or even intending to hurt biological humans by giving him terrible migraines.
Effectively nurtured, Spike slowly but surely became an ally to Buffy and her crew. It's through this alliance that Spike realized something. He sorta...fancies Buffy. Well, more than fancies. He's in love with her. Never one to take love lightly, Spike set to wooing the Slayer. It, of course, goes terribly. Not sure what he expected when he chained her to that wall...
Personality: Spike is a wanna-be rockstar. He thrives on passion, be it righteous passion, violent passion, or...well, sex. He likes excess and carnal things and a good adrenaline rush. He's also something of a gigantic attention whore. Flattery goes a long way with him, though he may not outwardly show it. Another quick route to his good side is pretty words. If you can wax poetic, Spike’s more inclined to listen.
As a vampire without a soul, he's extremely selfish and self-centered. The only moral compass he has is Buffy, and what he believes she would want him to do. Even then, he has a tendency to fuck his good deeds up, if only by looking for a reward. He's purposefully vulgar and sarcastic, but he's not above turning tail when his existence depends on it. Spike's a crafty little bugger, but he's not overtly intelligent. He can form a plan and rally those needed to get the deed done--even work with other demons, something that's unheard of when it comes to vamps--but he's occasionally short-sighted and is prone to choosing his allies unwisely. Generally, he flip-flops sides like its going out of style, though at this point, he's firmly on whichever side has Buffy.
See, if there's one thing Spike doesn't take lightly, it's love. The vamp is strongly attuned to love; he can see it in others, and easily recognizes it in himself. He lets it rule him, completely. At this point, it's destroying him from the inside; he loves Buffy, Buffy hates him. He hasn't yet reached the phase where he's able to accept it's completely one-sided, where he's able to live with serving her without reward. Right now, the idea of never having her frightens him, so he denies and projects, convincing himself and no one that Buffy secretly, deep down, loves him in return.
Oh, and this probably goes without saying, but he's addicted to Passions, the soap opera. He gets very snippy when he's not able to catch it.
Appearance: Spike tries pretty hard to look the part of Big Bad. There's the slicked back, bleach blond hair, the pursed lips, the eyebrow scar (courtesy of his first Slayer), black-leather trench coat (courtesy of his second Slayer), the slouched posture and surly swagger. The chipped, black nail-polish. Oh yeah, he thinks he's hot shit. Spike's built, if on the skinny side. Average height. Obviously British. When he transforms into his vampire state, his eyebrow muscles expand, resembling tumors, and take up the majority of his forehead. His irises fade to yellow and he just...generally looks terrifying.
Abilities: As a vampire. Spike has enhanced strength (enough to punch through a brick wall, send people rag-dolling gaily through the air), heightened senses, and will never age. He's got quite a bit of experience with fighting and has picked up a haphazard array of styles over the years, but has had no formal training. He's mostly a brawler. Because of the chip in his brain, he cannot harm or attempt to harm any biologically human-beings. The chip will not fire if the person he's fighting with looks human, but does not fit the biological definition of a human from his universe. No clue how, just followin' canon, here. He's also extremely adapt at knowing when people around him are in love or suffering from its effects, even when he doesn't know the full details. His knowledge of demons, spells and magical artifacts are vast, if only relying on hearsay and personal interactions. He can speak several languages fluently, including Latin, Uganda and the Fynarl demon language.
Items: The clothes off his back, which include a black shirt, a pair of black jeans, black belt, black trench coat, boots, socks and no underwear. A pack of cigarettes (a cheap brand), and a lighter.
Third Person Sample: “The point is,” said Xander, retrieving his two beers and a water from the bartender, “I work hard for that money.”
“And you’re saying I didn’t?” Spike replied, eyebrows raised.
“You stole it,” corrected Xander. Spike shifted, rolling his eyes. Here we go. It was bad enough the construction worker had gone and caught him, he could do without the reprimand. He got his money back, and all. Spike didn’t see what the big fuss was about.
“And you’re making it into very hard work.” What with the aforementioned bitching.
Xander apparently just could not let it go. The human made it to “Listen, bleach-boy,” before the vampire began pointedly tuning his whiney ass out. In need of a distraction, Spike found himself wondering where his obsession had found herself. Barely took a second to find her, once he got to looking. Buffy sat right across the room from him, under a childish club decoration. She was smiling. Good sign.
…She was smiling at another man. Bad sign. The smile became a laugh, an elegant bounce of the head. Spike wondered what he’d-this man-had said to make her so amused. Jealousy turned his gut.
“-could do far more damage than you could ever do to me.”
The words registered with obvious irony. Spike swallowed, pursed his lips.
“Yeah?” he asked absently. His eyes remained trained to Buffy and her…brunette wanker. And there she went again! Laughing! And-and crossing her legs, to where the leg falling over top brushed the man’s pant leg on its way down, he totally saw that. She was flirting. Obviously flirting.
How did he do that? What had he done right?
Who was he, and did he have any idea how lucky he was Spike wouldn’t kill him for this?
“Like you could ever hurt me.”
First Person Sample: [Spike doesn’t fall off the bed so much as flail off, his hand landing on his comm., and in a stroke of pure luck, setting it to record.]
What the…
[There’s a pregnant pause. He’s seemed to realize something. Perhaps it’s that his window is open and shining a cheery beam of light right over his new bed?]
…I was right…
[And back to pausing. The studio audience may not be able to see, but he’s currently trying his luck with this sunlight. When it doesn’t jump straight to burning him, Spike draws back his hand.]
Well, isn’t that nifty…Now, what does it mean?
…Oooh.
[Seems he’s noticed the hunk of tech eavesdropping on him. The mic clicks as he retrieves it from his bed.]
What do we have here, hmm? Recording? Are you? To who?
Whom.
Hmm.
[Click. He’ll be keeping you.]
Preferred Quarters: Not at all, though the fire deck may make him feel nice and antsy!
Age: HOLY CRAP GUYS, I turn twenty this October
Username: luna_kitsu_blu
Email: Blufox848@cocks.com
IM: cmdrcockstripe
Character Name: Spike (William "The Bloody")
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Timeline: Between Episodes "Crush" and "I Was Made To Love You" in Season 5
Background: It's all there on the wiki, but; Spike began life as William Pratt, a pathetic momma's boy living in 1880s Britian. Cow-tailed by society's expectations (not to mention mommy dearest's), William miserably played poet, attempting to siphon his inner passion into words. This went horribly. He was constantly ridiculed for his work. "William the Bloody" they called him, for his bloody awful poetry. He didn't find release until the night the love of his life took his heart and shattered it. He left the party in tears, and ran straight into the arms of Drusilla, a vampire. Drusilla whispered nonsense to him, told him of his greatness, even let the suppressed man touch her. It was all the persuasion William needed to let her change him.
As a vampire, William was released from his cage. He threw himself to the blood lust, lost himself to fucking and killing. Changed his name to Spike, adopted looser mannerisms. Accepted his un-life with greed. At first, he was content to murder humans willy-nilly, but he was quickly warned against getting too showy. Angelus, Dru's sire and self appointed leader of the tiny clan Spike had fallen in with, saw killing as an art, not messy fun and games. He demanded Spike cool his jets, lest his misadventures bring an angry mob down on all their heads. Or worse, he cautioned, bring the Slayer.
Vampires aren't sired with the knowledge of the Slayer. Spike was intrigued, and then obsessed with finding this Chosen One, this girl who was destined to kill all vampire kind. He wanted to fight her and kill her and eat her. And he proceeded to do just that. Twice. Because, lucky him, Slayers have their own nifty reincarnation cycle. Spike became infamous and cocky, which possibly led to Drusilla's eventual injury. In 1997, pair were passing through Progue, where they were attacked by an angry mob, who proceeded to kidnap Dru and torture her good and hard. Spike freed her, and the pair fled, seeking refuge at the Hellmouth in Sunnydale, CA.
Spike quickly sunk his teeth into Sunnydale, and attempted in many a fashion to make his Dead Slayer count three-for-three. This went terribly. Apparently, Buffy was not a Slayer to be taken lightly. As things panned out, he was forced to leave Sunnydale after aiding Buffy in thwarting Angelus' plans to destroy the world. (Because, as Spike explained, he rather likes the world. He sort of lives here and stuff).
That was hardly the last time Spike was in Sunnydale. His first encore performance came when he drove back into town, rip-roarin’ drunk and hell-bent on making Buffy's witch-friend, Willow, Jerry-rig a love potion for him. He planned to use the potion on Dru, whom had gone off to play with slimier demons, but in the end decided to just take the traditional approach and torture her until she loved him again. He returned a second time in search for a fabled amulet, said to nullify all those pesky 'instant death' problems plaguing Vampire-kind. Which he actually found! Only to have Buffy take it away from him. Spike stuck around after that and genially made a nuisance of himself until a military faction stationed in Sunnydale got a one-up on his pasty butt and, while he's passed out cold on an operating table, implanted a pretty chip in his cranium. This chip prevents Spike from hurting or even intending to hurt biological humans by giving him terrible migraines.
Effectively nurtured, Spike slowly but surely became an ally to Buffy and her crew. It's through this alliance that Spike realized something. He sorta...fancies Buffy. Well, more than fancies. He's in love with her. Never one to take love lightly, Spike set to wooing the Slayer. It, of course, goes terribly. Not sure what he expected when he chained her to that wall...
Personality: Spike is a wanna-be rockstar. He thrives on passion, be it righteous passion, violent passion, or...well, sex. He likes excess and carnal things and a good adrenaline rush. He's also something of a gigantic attention whore. Flattery goes a long way with him, though he may not outwardly show it. Another quick route to his good side is pretty words. If you can wax poetic, Spike’s more inclined to listen.
As a vampire without a soul, he's extremely selfish and self-centered. The only moral compass he has is Buffy, and what he believes she would want him to do. Even then, he has a tendency to fuck his good deeds up, if only by looking for a reward. He's purposefully vulgar and sarcastic, but he's not above turning tail when his existence depends on it. Spike's a crafty little bugger, but he's not overtly intelligent. He can form a plan and rally those needed to get the deed done--even work with other demons, something that's unheard of when it comes to vamps--but he's occasionally short-sighted and is prone to choosing his allies unwisely. Generally, he flip-flops sides like its going out of style, though at this point, he's firmly on whichever side has Buffy.
See, if there's one thing Spike doesn't take lightly, it's love. The vamp is strongly attuned to love; he can see it in others, and easily recognizes it in himself. He lets it rule him, completely. At this point, it's destroying him from the inside; he loves Buffy, Buffy hates him. He hasn't yet reached the phase where he's able to accept it's completely one-sided, where he's able to live with serving her without reward. Right now, the idea of never having her frightens him, so he denies and projects, convincing himself and no one that Buffy secretly, deep down, loves him in return.
Oh, and this probably goes without saying, but he's addicted to Passions, the soap opera. He gets very snippy when he's not able to catch it.
Appearance: Spike tries pretty hard to look the part of Big Bad. There's the slicked back, bleach blond hair, the pursed lips, the eyebrow scar (courtesy of his first Slayer), black-leather trench coat (courtesy of his second Slayer), the slouched posture and surly swagger. The chipped, black nail-polish. Oh yeah, he thinks he's hot shit. Spike's built, if on the skinny side. Average height. Obviously British. When he transforms into his vampire state, his eyebrow muscles expand, resembling tumors, and take up the majority of his forehead. His irises fade to yellow and he just...generally looks terrifying.
Abilities: As a vampire. Spike has enhanced strength (enough to punch through a brick wall, send people rag-dolling gaily through the air), heightened senses, and will never age. He's got quite a bit of experience with fighting and has picked up a haphazard array of styles over the years, but has had no formal training. He's mostly a brawler. Because of the chip in his brain, he cannot harm or attempt to harm any biologically human-beings. The chip will not fire if the person he's fighting with looks human, but does not fit the biological definition of a human from his universe. No clue how, just followin' canon, here. He's also extremely adapt at knowing when people around him are in love or suffering from its effects, even when he doesn't know the full details. His knowledge of demons, spells and magical artifacts are vast, if only relying on hearsay and personal interactions. He can speak several languages fluently, including Latin, Uganda and the Fynarl demon language.
Items: The clothes off his back, which include a black shirt, a pair of black jeans, black belt, black trench coat, boots, socks and no underwear. A pack of cigarettes (a cheap brand), and a lighter.
Third Person Sample: “The point is,” said Xander, retrieving his two beers and a water from the bartender, “I work hard for that money.”
“And you’re saying I didn’t?” Spike replied, eyebrows raised.
“You stole it,” corrected Xander. Spike shifted, rolling his eyes. Here we go. It was bad enough the construction worker had gone and caught him, he could do without the reprimand. He got his money back, and all. Spike didn’t see what the big fuss was about.
“And you’re making it into very hard work.” What with the aforementioned bitching.
Xander apparently just could not let it go. The human made it to “Listen, bleach-boy,” before the vampire began pointedly tuning his whiney ass out. In need of a distraction, Spike found himself wondering where his obsession had found herself. Barely took a second to find her, once he got to looking. Buffy sat right across the room from him, under a childish club decoration. She was smiling. Good sign.
…She was smiling at another man. Bad sign. The smile became a laugh, an elegant bounce of the head. Spike wondered what he’d-this man-had said to make her so amused. Jealousy turned his gut.
“-could do far more damage than you could ever do to me.”
The words registered with obvious irony. Spike swallowed, pursed his lips.
“Yeah?” he asked absently. His eyes remained trained to Buffy and her…brunette wanker. And there she went again! Laughing! And-and crossing her legs, to where the leg falling over top brushed the man’s pant leg on its way down, he totally saw that. She was flirting. Obviously flirting.
How did he do that? What had he done right?
Who was he, and did he have any idea how lucky he was Spike wouldn’t kill him for this?
“Like you could ever hurt me.”
First Person Sample: [Spike doesn’t fall off the bed so much as flail off, his hand landing on his comm., and in a stroke of pure luck, setting it to record.]
What the…
[There’s a pregnant pause. He’s seemed to realize something. Perhaps it’s that his window is open and shining a cheery beam of light right over his new bed?]
…I was right…
[And back to pausing. The studio audience may not be able to see, but he’s currently trying his luck with this sunlight. When it doesn’t jump straight to burning him, Spike draws back his hand.]
Well, isn’t that nifty…Now, what does it mean?
…Oooh.
[Seems he’s noticed the hunk of tech eavesdropping on him. The mic clicks as he retrieves it from his bed.]
What do we have here, hmm? Recording? Are you? To who?
Whom.
Hmm.
[Click. He’ll be keeping you.]
Preferred Quarters: Not at all, though the fire deck may make him feel nice and antsy!