Appearance:
No copyright intended.
but with snow white hair and skin as pale as a corpse's. Same ocean blue eyes, but maybe just slightly darker.
Name: Vincent Crossford.
Age: 19.
Height: 6'2".
Build: Really slim but strong.
Species: Human, reaper in slumber.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Unsure.
Marital Status: Single.
Family: Father and mother (whom he now knows nothing about), twin brother.
Bio: Since he was young, he had the ability to see dead people and no one else but his twin could. His mother, an easily rattled neurotic, took him to a therapist, who branded him and his brother, who stood up for him, insane.
When he was 9, he and his twin were sleeping in his bed. On that fateful night, deep in rest, they were roused by rough, gloved hands grabbing at them. His twin, always the more outwardly violent and insane one, despite being 9 and tiny as hell, fought back with all he had. He broke the nose of one of the nurses and doctors, but they managed to sedate them both. When they woke up, they were in separate cells in a mental asylum.
Personality: Quiet and seems to be either infinitely calm, or cold as ice, or just cruel and unreceptive. He's really all of those things. Despite his relaxed exterior, which often causes one to wonder why he's in the asylum, appearances can deceive. His peaceful facade covers the seriously twisted insanity that inhabits his mind, hidden deep within. When he does reveal it, it's unpredictable and spontaneous, like a train hitting someone out of nowhere.
He's vicious, violently enraged (when it happens), and not at all afraid of using whatever means necessary to get his point across. Even if it means biting one of the nurses. He never takes anything or anyone seriously and he hates authority figures. He's sarcastic when he does speak, and it's usually really mean. Whether he means to hurt the other person and watch them with a glint of madness and a sadistic smile on his face, or just as the only way of communication he knows, is only ever clear to his twin.
Occupation: Asylum patient.
Interests: Blood, sharp objects, murder, death and graveyards, ravens/crows, satire.
Languages: English, Aramaic (instinctively; he's a reaper)
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Twin Brother
Appearance:
No copyright intended.
With the same blue eyes as his brother and deathly pale skin, but he does have black hair. Obviously no wings xD Until he becomes a reaper, at least.
Name: Victor Crossford.
Age: 19 (the younger twin).
Height: 6'2".
Build: As insanely slim as his brother, but slightly stronger.
Species: Human, reaper in slumber.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual. He bangs anyone he finds attractive.
Marital Status: Playboy/slut (not a bad thing to me).
Family: Father and mother (whom he now knows nothing about), twin brother.
Bio: Same as Vincent, though with a lot more fist fights, pyromaniac activities and getting arrested for illegal drugs and other things. Brings out the more mischievous side to his sibling.
Personality: Violent and moody, he easily snaps at anyone who annoys or disrespects him. Very sexual, to the point it's obvious in the way he walks (think Russell Brand xD). He picks fights and often beats up the nurses and doctors, because he's so angry and hates them so much for keeping him locked up. Often restrained to his chair or just has handcuffs on, to prevent him from seriously hurting anyone. He's a pyromaniac and his insanity is more outwardly than his twin's. He plainly states he sees things others can't and seems proud of his mental instability. Slightly in love with himself.
Occupation: Asylum patient.
Interests: Blood, sex, music, fire, cheating (in every single way) and con arts.
Languages: English and Aramaic, like his twin.
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Shared Bio: As they grew up, they were allowed to go home or wherever else they chose for a day, or a few hours. They never went home. In single nights, the devilish twins could turn the world upside down. Getting arrested for violent behaviours and possibly (but still unconfirmed) murder, they were transferred from the "mentally insane" to the "criminally insane" ward.
They're in the last asylum around, located behind a ghost town. It holds the most fucked up history imaginable.
