VALENCIA, AMANDO RYAN

[AMANDO RYAN VALENCIA]

VALENCIA, AMANDO RYAN


hello, my name is LISHA and i am
EIGHTEEN years of age. i come
from ENGLAND and my timezone
is GMT. lucky me!


- before our innocence was lost,

name; amando ryan valencia
age; one hundred and fifty-three
physical age; seventeen
gender; male
sexuality; gay
hometown; madrid, spain
race; vampire

- you were always one of those,

likes; blood, boys, sex, smiles, the dark, helping, feeding.
dislikes; whining, tears, light, silver, pain, hurting others.
strengths; fast, sweet, loyal.
weaknesses; sunlight, grouchy when hungry, argumentative.
secrets; doesn't like being a vampire so much, scared of living eternity alone.
family;
marcela valencia, mother, deceased.
renato valencia, father, deseased.
no siblings
carlos fringo, vampire who turned him, five hundred and sixty.

- blessed with lucky sevens,

personality; sweet, friendly, hungry, jumpy, kind, helpful, confident, happy, cuddly, gay, loving, loyal, protective, fearful, intelligent, open minded, lonely.

history; amando ryan valencia was born in 1857 to marcela and renato, a very wealthy spanish family in madrid. he lived the life of luxury, growing up with servants, maids and nanny's galore to look after him. he was a very spoilt and stuck up child, learning this off of his parents from an early age. his parents had been born into wealth, his father had owned a large factory, which renato had inherited when his father had died from scarlett fever. it had been set that amando would inherit it from his father when he died, and whatever son amando would have would then inherit from him. but that would never happen. amando met lucio, a young servant boy and as unorthadox as it was, fell in love. when amando's parents found out lucio was killed and amando was forced into marriage.

amando hated his parents for making him marry lucinda. her name so much like his love who had been lost, he ran away from home before the day, running straight into the arms of carlos, who took him into his arms like his own child. carlos took care of amando until he was seventeen, when he revealed who he truly was. a vampire. it was that night he turned amando. he will never forget the pain of becoming a vampire, the burn and searing pain of every single nerve in his body dying as he transformed into a blood needing monster.

in the first couple of years of being a vampire, amando killed a total of one thousand five hundred and sixty two people. he was out of control, even for carlos to sate him. it was only when amando killed both his parents in a blood fueled rage that something clicked. amando was not meant to be a killer, his kind nature had been covered in blood, and he didn't want to be a killer anymore. amando went straight back to carlos, and learned in essence to sate his hunger a little, learning to control the blood lust so he didn't need to kill anymore, he could take what he needed without draining the victim. there were accidents of course, but that was all they were, accidents.

amando fell in love with a human when he was around sixty or so, living with the boy until he died. amando was always careful about showing his sexuality, keeping it very secret from the small amount of friends he had. he never stayed in a place too long, not wanting to arose suspicion with his never ageing appearance. he has lived many years, making friends and losing them, and now he is here, captured by someone he does not know the name of and sent here. his education vast from many years of learning as he had nothing much else to do.

- and the voice that made me cry,

roleplay sample;

something matthew had learned all too quickly during his, it had to be said, rather short time at morris correctional facility, is that this place was increasingly dangerous. it was true to say he had seen a dead body since he had been here, the mutilated corpse having been left just rotting in the gardens. matthew had almost felt sorry for the poor soul, almost being the key word in that sentance. matthew was not someone filled with compassion or empathy, in fact, it was honest to say he was quite the opposite. matthew had been told quite a number of times in his life that he was an uncaring bastard, and he was fucking proud of it. apathy was all that filled the bitch and he doubted that would ever change. at least not in the next few years. the world was a fucking disaster of a place, and the people in it were just as bad. matthew of course including himself in the count of fuckers that the world could probably do without. but hey, if the other assholes were sticking around, so was he. and there was no way matthew was going to go down without a fight. if some idiot from the evil or killers gang wanted to mess with them, they were going to get quite a shock. at least that was what the bitch liked to think. he was fearless in someways, and in others just plain stupid. the probably with matt was, he never knew when to stop. which would one day probably be his downfall.

another thing matthew had learned whilst here was that it was bloody difficult to find some privacy. sure, when you were sat in the public domain of the facilities cafeteria at a normal hour of the day you couldn't possibly complain about there being people about, but when they just wouldn't leave matt alone, that was when it was beginning to become a problem. hell, it wasn't beginning to become a problem, it was a problem. people just couldn't seem to get the message stuck into their brains that matthew did not want company, he did not want conversation and he most certainly did not want to be bothered every five fucking seconds of his day. so maybe every five seconds was a slight over exaggeration, but whatever the time inbetween one idiot wanting to sit with him and the next coming along was starting to truly and honestly piss matthew atherton right off. someone had even dared call him mattie! MATTIE! his name, was matt or matthew, never ever, at any point in history was his name fucking mattie. it was a horrible nickname for someone who was actually civil to the rest of the human race. someone who was quite obviously nothing like him.

and though matt was getting aforementioned annoying flies batted away, more kept swarming right towards him. a quick glance around showed that his table was one of the very few left, since not as many bitches were in at the moment, other than himself and a few other non descript members he had no desire to get to know. though, that could be said for every person in the room, the facility even. then once again matts eyes closed, not wanting to stare around at the people or have his eyes burned any more by the harsh lighting the cafeteria had to offer. it wasn't even dark outside and still they had a need to put on all the lights in this damn place. it was almost like they wanted to blind people. matthew wouldn't have put anything past them.

with his eyes firmly closed, matthew had rather nicely started to fall asleep. sleeping in an uncomfortable chair was almost as comfortable as his bed in the dorm, so there was no real issue. and anyway, matthew seemed to have an innate ability to fall asleep anywhere if he so wished it. he was also one of those people that if he didn't want to wake up, not even a nuclear bomb going off right by his head was going to wake him up. though if there was a bomb by his head, it would remain to be seen whether matthew would have the chance to wake up before being blown to smitherines. but all that went down the drain as he heard a feeble yet hearable voice speak.

matthew opened his eyes, just making sure that it was someone talking to him and not someone near him. alas, he was to find... that boy who's name he couldn't remember the name of in front of him. the clingy one. oh the joy. matthew couldn't help but look up and down the boy, obviously checking him out again. what could he say? the boy may have well been overly clingy and down right annoying, but he was damn well hot. he could see that he hadn't exactly made a shining effort today, but it didn't matter, he still looked kind of completely sexy stood there. it took a moment for matthew to realize that he was just blatently staring and checking him out instead of actually answering him. not that matthew cared overly about answering him. matt scowled and shrugged, not wanting him there, but he was more willing to have him there than anybody else if everybody was so fucking adament on ruining his peace and quiet. "whatever." was the only word to exit matthews mouth, bringing his feet down off the table to go onto the chair next to him, leaving the opposite side open for the boy to sit down. it was kind of annoying not being able to remember his name, and so matt asked. "what the fuck is your name again?" ever the polite one of course, but hey, hopefully it would make the kid stay away from him. matthew doubted it.

- it's a song to say goodbye.

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