Ralko Clearwater
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Welcome

Name:Ralko Clearwater

Name Meaning: Prince of justice

Name Origin: Spain

Age: 17

Creature: Vampire

Gender: Male

Parents: Vexnir[M] x Uzuri[F]

Siblings: Solo

Crush:None

Mate:None

Creator:Ronza

His skin could be called porcelain. It looks so fragile yet hard as diamonds. The pale tone consists of a papery white color that is seemingly painted across his skin. Most people are afraid to touch Ralko in fear that he will crumple into pieces. He has small shoulders, which carry lean arms. He has no true muscles mass and has a more feminine build if anything. His chest is cloaked a simple white T-shirt nothing special. And his long nimble legs covered by thin camo cargo pants with multiple pockets and tears in the fabric. His feet are hidden in normal running shoes, that have a black splash of pain in the front, dying most of the lash black.

His soft features are framed by platinum blond hair that is around shoulder length. His hair is amazingly soft to the touch as if each strand was individually conditioned. Small thin lips are pressed almost in pain on his face, as the light rose color is almost impossible to see. His cavernous crimson eyes almost glow with pure excitement hat is normally tainting his expression. Long unnaturally pinch black lashes kiss his cheeks each time he blinks and curl upwards ever so slightly. His blond eyebrows are semi-hard to pick out in his light features as a small crescent moon scar is just above his left eyebrow. The scar is noticeable against his skin with its silverish tone.

Personality///

Around Females

The only female Ralko has really known was his mother,which their relationship didn't last long unfortunately.He's not really outgoing with females, and feels uncomfortable and shy around them. He wouldn't normally be the one to start a conversation yet if one tried to start a conversation with him he'd usually just mumble a reply and try not to make eye contact but he's polite to them. But, it's not impossible for him to friends with a female, or perhaps even more.

Around Males

Ha, males and females are different subjects, much like his personally. He acts pretty much the opposite in front of males, Living with his father he was shown that fighting and hunting were the best things in life. He found that males can be your best friend or your worst enemy but normally made friends quickly and talked a fair amount around them. Counts how you are to him, he'll either like you possibly by the first sentence or the tone in the voice but if otherwise, he might give you a growl and you'll see he isn't that much of a friend when angry.

Around the Higher Ups

One of the most respectful guys you may find. He talks with the up most courtesy despite the gender. He tends to watch his words carefully and examines the out come before he opens his mouth.

Around Elders

Now, you can say he shows more respect to elders than normal people. His mother taught him manners so he'll listen and maybe even catch prey or something for them, he may not be the nicest guy in town but he won't leave someone to starve . He doesn't meet elders often and doesn't go searching for their company.

Around Enemies or Untrustworthy Others

If you're an enemy of Ralko, it'll be smart to keep your distance with him. If you threaten or harm either him, his freinds or his leaders and maybe some future friends, he'll fight them off by your side to his last breath.

If you're on Ralko's untrustworthy list, he doesn't think you of worthy but will keep a eye on you. If you rise suspicion in him, he'll probably be the first one to make a move...

All in All

All in all, it matters who you are to really see Ralko. He isn't easy to make friends with if your female, mostly because he is shy and think headed, most people go though the day and night without noticing, not that he minds. He likes his peace.

If you manage to look though his stubborn ways, he can become a friend and even a love. When you're that close to him, he'll let you know. He will not take kindly to those who mean you harm. He will stand up for you and speak for you when someone makes you hurt and sad. You got a friend for life.

If you're an incomer, he'll judge you as you're speaking to him. If he thinks you're okay, he will just tell you that. Otherwise, if he sees you're looking for trouble, well there's a high chance he'll give you some. He may seem aggressive but even though he has a temper he won't attack you without some warnings.

Of course he feels emotions, he has a stiff upper lip and most of the time keeps them to himself,and doesn't like the idea of ranting to a friend.

Not that deep down he has a soft and kind side, and might need a little help to get it up from a friend.

History///

I can still remember the gunpowder, the blood and the screams. Everything is clear as crystal in my mind as I look back on my unfortunate past in life.

It was a beautiful December night. The sky was painted with the heavenly bodies as the stars glinted with all there glory. My family danced in the snow with me, the oh so wonderful snow. The small flakes stuck to my skin and melted on my lips. My little Sister, only two years younger the myself was making a snow angel, smiling the biggest grin ever. Her nightgown of lace was starting to get soaked in the snow but she didn't care. I remember her stunning green eyes, just like my own so filled with joy and zest. Both my parents were making a snowman, playfully throwing snow at each other now and again.

I had picked up snow and formed in into a ball in my bare hands. I chucked it at my sibling and it got her right in the side. She laughed and started to chase me with her own hand of snow. But then a scent reached my nose and I stopped running and looked towards the woods outside my yard. My sister has all so stopped running and noticed the smell. " What's that mommy?" Her small six-year-old voice asked and both my parents turned to see lights in the woods. My Father looked horrified. " Get in the house!" He snapped and my mother instantly grabbed my sister and me and pulled us into the house. My father followed and grabbed his gun as he closed the door behind him.

My sister broke from my mothers grip and ran, ran across the room to the couch and grabbed her teddy bear. I was scared, as two shots rung in the air. I could hear my sister screaming for my dad, as I was completely motionless. Tears ran down my face as my eyes had red tint to them. My sister had somehow made it behind me and her hand locked around my own. My mother all so had tears dripping now her face, greenish hazel eyes pained beyond what she should be feeling. Once the door flung open men with rifles and black suits along with clear shield started to try and make there way into the house as people outside were setting fire to the home. I could smell the deadly smoke as I sneezed, snapping out of my frozen state. Past the men I say my father, the snow was stained with blood, his blood.

My mother instantly pushed me and Solo, my little sister into the basement and slammed the door shut as she shifted. That was the first time I had seen my mother like this. I grabbed my little sister by her waist and carried her to the back door, I told her to run. "Brother, no!" She whined and I pushed her into the snow " Run! Darn it! Run!" My 17-year-old form was panicking. Solo could see the plead in my eyes and turned, running. She vanished in the woods. I would take the distraction, stop her from being killed or followed. I raised my human mouth to the heavens and cursed, my first curse since being born.

It worked as I saw to dogs let go after me. I ran breathing becoming heavy. Then my balance gave way under me. Someone caught me, something that crushed the bones in my ribs. I passed out then.

I was screaming for a good two days, fire lashing through my veins. Oh how I wished I had died. The pain was beyond anything I have ever felt physically and emotionally. I yowled and cursed, flinging my body uselessly. But then time started to make sense, my senses became clearer and I could hear and feel. The numbness of my fingertips, then my toes, my waist. The fire was dying. Was I the charcoaled body I felt like? No…

The women standing over me was smiling. She told me everything even though I barely paid attention. I was to focused on trying to get my throat to stop burning. So my life rolled out from there.

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