Wormwood

[Wormwood Taylor]

♦William King Taylor ♦

“Some folks love to see red
Some folks never talk about it...
Some folks crave a blue lady
Some folks know and still they doubt it”
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♦the clock hit twelve
and they entered the room♦

Birth Name::[/b] William King Taylor
Nickname(s)::[/b] Wormwood, Wormy, Will.
Age::[/b] Twenty two years old.
Birthday::[/b] October twenty third, nineteen eighty-nine
Gender::[/b] Male
Orientation::[/b] Neither since his death, but leaned more towards boys
Canon/Original::[/b] Original

♦but if looks could kill
then we all would be doomed♦

Hair::[/b] Violet/black depending on how dirty it is.
Eyes::[/b] Cold blue grey.
Height::[/b] Five foot, eight inches and a half.
Weight::[/b] A hundred and twenty pounds.
Play-by::[/b]Model used from Deadmanstouch.deviantart.com
Appearance::[/b]

Wormwood is a pale mousy boy. But he's got a strong jaw line and a full set of lips. His hair is a wavy mess of dark purple (seemed to be a permanent change since his death) that looks black depending on light or dirt content. His hair sits just below his defined jaw line. He's got a lip piercing on the lower right lip.

William is thin and fairly bony. His hands are long and skeletal and his feet equally as big compared to him. Most of his joints are prominent and stick out. His flesh has gained a slightly greenish tone and he usually looks quiet sickly with dark circles under his eyes. He has got a few tattoos, and eye each on his inner elbows and a black butterfly on his upper arm.

♦after just one kiss
you’re not able to move♦

Likes::[/b]

• Butterflies
  
• Cold days
  
• Being Alive (again)
  
• The colour purple
  
• Indian Food
  
• Blood
  
• Organization
  
• Sarcasm
  
• Bow-ties
  
• Vests
  

Dislikes::[/b]

• Being Wet
  
• Bugs
  
• Smelling bad
  
• The colour green
  
• Chinese Food
  
• Quiet people
  
• Loud noises
  
• Rain
  
• Dirt under his nails
  
• Ignorance
  

Strengths::[/b]

• Very sarcastic
  
• Loyal
  
• Goodhearted
  
• Fast Runner
  
• Organised
  

Weaknesses::[/b]

• Coward
  
• Dishonest
  
• Easily bullied
  
• Nervous
  
• Worms
  

Habits::[/b]

• Licking lips
  
• Chewing lips
  
• Twirling his hair
  
• Cleaning under nails frequently
  
• Has a frequent facial twitch
  
• Has a high, nasally tone of voice
  

Secrets::[/b]

• He's still dead!
  
• He accidentally caused his brother's death when they were kids.
  

Goals::[/b]

• To reverse the effects since his death
  
• Survive as long as he can
  

Fears::[/b]

• Worms
  
• Dying
  
• Pure darkness
  

Personality::[/b]

Wormwood used to be a little happier than he is now, but things change when you die. Now, he's extremely bitter and very sarcastic. It's rare that he doesn't say something sarcastic every five minutes. He can be labelled as anal and a bit too firm on order and organization. William can be a little bit of a stick in the mud, he's the one guy that tends to hold a group back. "Oh, shuuuuure, THAT looks safe...."

He can end up on the nervous side, especially when confronted by someone either bigger, or stronger than him. He also doesn't do well with groups.

Under all that, though, Wormwood is actually quite sensitive and he takes most things people say about him directly to heart. He can be a loyal friend once his trust is gained and would never betray any one he considered to be a friend. On the downside, he is rather pessimistic and believes that the cup is half empty. He doesn't have much hope for the survivors, awakened or the other plagued.

♦this place is prison
i’m chained up, i give up♦

Hometown::[/b] Castle Rock, Maine
Current Town::[/b] Angel Falls
Parents::[/b]
Anne Taylor-Mother-45- Deceased
Robert Taylor-Father-47-Deceased
Siblings::[/b]
James Taylor-Brother-8-Deceased
Relatives::[/b]
Only has one surviving member of his family that he's managed to get into contact to:
Karla Jenkin -Aunt-42
Pets::[/b] None, unless you count his worms
History::[/b]

He was born into the average american home. His father worked in a factory plant as a line manager, and his mother was a stay at home mom. His first few years were uninteresting, he remembers learning to ride his bike, playing in the backyard... His brother was born when he was five and he liked having the little... monstrosity around if only for something to do in the sleepy town of Castle Rock, Maine.

He did well all through elementary school, picked on a bit for his nerd like tendencies, had straight As. Moving on to high school was exciting and scary. When he was thirteen and just starting school, him and his brother had gotten into a pretty bad argument. James had pushed him, so William, in a fit of right rage, actually pushed him back! James had stumbled, foot catching the rug on top of the stairs and down fell James.

He fell just right to break his neck, his death was quick and painless, but the memory has never left William, he still holds guilt about it to this day, despite the fact that his parents knew it was a mistake and had forgive him.

Eventually it became too much for him to stay in the same city, so he packed up and moved out across the country to attend university when he turned 18. He moved to Angel Falls. He studied chemistry and a touch of biology and he was 22 when the outbreak started. He knew he had it even before going to the doctor. All he symptoms had matched and soon, alone, he had died in his dormroom bed.

The last thing he was expecting to do was wake up.

But he did. He groaned, standing up slowly. All of his muscles had been stiff, but a quick walk outside had loosened them up. As he walked he had done a few checks, well, he wasn't breathing, no heart beat either. Did that make him a zombie? Well, he wasn't craving brains... A juicy burger, maybe, but not brains.

Now, two and a half weeks later, William (now thinking of himself as Wormwood, that crawling sensation... He was PRETTY sure it was maggots... or worms, maybe both.) He had been able to determine he was definitely still dead, but moving and thinking, and had definitely started the decomp of a corpse. Wonderful.

♦they don’t care for nobody else
they’re in their own world♦

Occupation::[/b] Wormwood was a student
Blood Lust’s Control::[/b] William has always had extreme self-control and his blood lust is minimal, so his control is very strong.
Eating Habits::[/b] Usually doesn't eat. Drinks blood around once every few weeks.
Reborn Age::[/b] Two weeks and three days.

♦i gotta leave this room
cuz it’s starting to spin♦

Name::[/b] Lee
RP Experience::[/b] Around thirteen years
Contact Info::[/b] PM
Found Us::[/b] On the proboards ad forum
Other Characters Here::[/b] None so far
Password::[/b] ADMIN EDIT - CORRECT
RP Sample::[/b]

Tonight was his night off, and it was nice just to be able to wander the great city of New York. He had only been here about two weeks now, the start of his vacation. Boy was it nice not to think about THAT work for a change. Sure, Lucifer would still have demands and messages, and he would oblige the lazy sonofabitch and do a bitty bit of work while he was here. Maybe he'd try to start an avian flu, or perhaps a small touch of the H1N1 strain... It would depend on how sorry he was feeling that week.

The sky was cloudy tonight, threatening to rain. The clouds were an orange with the lights from the city and the air was cool with a bit of a breeze ruffling the leaves. It was cooler tonight and Pestilence found himself wishing that he had at least brought a sweater along with him for his evening promenade. Here on Earth was much cooler than where he was used to and tonight the slight breeze had goosebumps raised on his pale flesh.

"I would have taken an ugly cat sweater if I 'ad known it'd be as cold as a witch's tit out here..."

He muttered as he crossed under a patch of bright sodium arc light cast by one of the lamps lighting the paths. His bony hands brushed rapidly over his long arms in an attempt to warm himself up. It didn't work. He dug a battered (his smokes even when freshly bought had a habit of becoming battered within the hour) pack of smokes out of his pocket and shook one out, putting it to the lips and lighting up. The spark of fire lit up his face, and the warm rush of smoke filled his lungs. He didn't feel as cold now. He smirked slightly, blowing the smoke up at the moody sky. He had a vague feeling that he wasn't alone, but in his mind, he could only pick up on one homeless guy sleeping under the bench, wasn't that a sorry waste of space. Pestilence sneered slightly, but not to worry, the flu struck both the old and the homeless roughly, that thought made him smirk a little.

Now, if onleh somethang in-tah-resting would happen... he thought to himself. maybe he'd have to create his own occupation. As he passed under the next lamp post, he brushed his pale fingers along it, zapping it's electricity momentarily. The lamp goes out, but only for the duration that Pestilence is touching it. As soon as his fingers lift from the cool metal, the light flickers back on. He looks over his shoulder to make sure he's still unobserved, then arcs the bright blue electricity between his finger tips from each hand. This both warmed him up and kept him occupied. His violet hair was lit in the odd, eerie glow. All of his attention was focused on keeping the arc of lightening steady between both hands.

OOC: From another rp site, with a character named Pestilence.

♦there’s no escape
from this mess that i’m in♦
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[!Kalamity {Harmony} Jackaal~!]

Awesome app! I love the concept of this character. And congrats for being the first Plagued app created! =D Can't wait to start some threads with him ^_^

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