MASTERS, Garick Urie

[Garick Urie Masters]

what if i'm not the hero?

` garick urie masters ,
YOUR TEARS RUN DOWN LIKE RAZOR BLADES, I KNOW I'M THE ONE TO BLAME

only in a town this small
WOULD A FATHER KNOW WHEN THE HIGH SCHOOL DANCES WERE.
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full name: garick urie masters
alias or nickname: gary
pronunciation: guar - ick your - ee mass - ters
gender: male
race: vampire
age: twenty, passes off as eighteen. real age is 195
sexuality: straight
ethnicity: french and brittish
nationality: switzerland and liverpool
birthplace: london, england
hometown: switzerland
current home: forks, washington
languages: english
accents french one mostly, can detect some british
date of birth: 30, october, 1891
zodiac sign: scorpio
education: France Academy for Arts, and for now unknown
career: n/a
automobile: 2009 Lexus HS 250h

no one will dare to
CALL YOU PLAIN WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU.
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height: 6'0''
weight: 167lbs
hair color: brown
eye color: red/maroon/black varies on day
portrayed by: ed westwick

distinguishing features:
has a lot of bite marks on his arms and his neck. and one big scar on his ankle from where he was bitten the first time,

physical appearance:
garick has brown wind blown hair, some days he goes for the polished look and some days he's just to lazy to style it. wears a lot of fancy clothing just for the heck of it, he loves feeling fashioned forward. garick's red eyes are usually either: bright red after hunting, maroon: thirsty but still okay, onyx black: really thirsty.

his eyes maybe red but they can pull you into his reach with one stare, they are deep and seductive. garick's lips are kissable and pale, most of all cold. he has many scars running down his neck from different fights, and some on his neck. they are visible to only vampires no humans can see them. garick has pale skin and has no tattoo's what so ever.

garick changes his style from day to day, one day he'll be dressed fancy, the next he'll be in sweats and laid back. if he's in a really bad mood, he'll look like crap. seriously his hair will be in all directions and his eyes would be hollowed out. flawless skin (other than scars)

It looked like clouds —
AND A SENSE OF HUMOR DIDN'T MIX.
A FEW MONTHS OF THIS AND I'D FORGET HOW TO USE SARCASM.
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likes:
- girls
- dating
- parties
- blood
- hunting
- smell of car gas
- drawing
- photography
- fighting
- singing when alone
- music
- sex
- fashion
- shopping

dislikes:
- wolves
- slutty girls
- human food
- facebook
- silence
- being alone
- smell of wolves
- lipstick marks
- stains
- slowness
- old people

goals:
- become a famous photographer
- find his soul mate
- learn to sing properly
- make friends in Forks
- learn to cook

abilities:
can control fire by his finger tips.

strengths:
- can sketch very well
- studied arts in France
- runs very fast
- super strength

weaknesses:
- name calling
- fire (other than his power)
- biting where another scar is
- rap music

secrets
- killed his own sister

fears:
- dying
- aloneness
- strong vampires
- Volturi

personality:
garick is a closed off person, basically he loves to stay to himself. but if you can crack him open and find out who he truly is then your a miracle worker or something. no one has ever talked to the real garick, he usually puts up a wall at first ... sometimes if he's in a good mood he'll talk but he'll be very subtle and soft. garick is a cold vampire, he hates who he is and who he's becoming. so if he is talkative there's a good chance he'll say something sarcastic or witty. he can pull you in seductively when hunting, if human i'd beware of garick. the fact is he's cold and cocky, he enjoys talking about himself and enjoys making fun of people. sometimes he can be annoying even.

the good side of him only comes out if he finds his soul mate! he can be a real gentleman, really nice and garick seems like he's stuck in the 1800's. he even talks like he's still in them! but you never know if garick will turn on his girlfriend, he has tons of mood swings.

when garick is angry he will just explode with swears! but he won't do that unless he's super angry, he might let a few slip once in a while ... but that's only because garick's messed up or something.

adjectives:
cold, harsh, quiet, content, cocky, gentleman, and potty mouth

when life offers you a dream —
SO FAR BEYOND ANY OF YOUR EXPECTATIONS,
IT'S NOT REASONABLE TO GRIEVE WHEN TO COMES TO AN END.
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immediate family:
your character's family; rachael lynn masters (mother, dead), james garick masters (father, dead), onyx masters (brother, dead), lauren tyrelle masters (sister, dead).

detailed history:
garick was born in london, england to rachael and james masters. he was raised in switzerland with his older brother onyx. garick was always the one who played pranks but always got busted for it, it was the 1800's so what do you expect? there were no tv's or computers so all garick did for fun was play pranks. his brother did not like them, he was at the age of eighteen when garick was ten. their ages were quite far apart, but then came his little sister lauren. she was five when garick was ten, lauren was always the annoying one in the family. she always bugged and clung onto garick which bugged him, so he always got busted playing pranks.

later on at the age of fifthteen, his parents decided that he needed to learn discipline so they sent him to some really strict school in switzerland. they missed him dearly. after two years of boarding school garick was finally seventeen, his new found independence turned him cold and cocky. he hated being alone now, his parents just didn't teach him discipline they taught him to be a perfect vampire.

when he turned twenty he got shipped off to fight for france for some kind of war, he was leader of his own little army. one day when he wandered too far from the camp grounds he came upon a beautiful women, her name was lucinda. she was pale white and flawless down to the little details, her voice was like singing angels. she told him that she wanted him to come to her tent, it was about a mile away but lucinda swept him into her small arms and carried him there swiftly. after two minutes they were there in no time at all, it was a small tent. lucinda's eyes were a charcoal black, she was thirsty.

lucinda lowered her head and bit garick, after 3 horrifying days he awoke from the fire in his veins. the cool effect his skin radiated was so nice, but the burning in his throat was unbearable. lucinda taught him to hunt, one day he traveled home and only his sister was home. she was much older now, about fifth teen, garick entered the house he was so thirsty that he killed his own sister. the police classified the vampire attack as unsolved murder.

shortly after living thirty years with lucinda, he grew tired of her games and he left her one day. he ventured to volterra, there garick met aro, caius, and marcus. they invited him to join the volturi since he had such a amazing power. garick accepted auitomatically, he had heard the volturi were very powerful. garick stayed with them for about sixty years then left to forks, washington to start a new life.

garick has stayed in forks ever since.

where do you fit into that scheme?
OH, I'M WITH THE VAMPIRES, OF COURSE.
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so hello there the name's XIO and i have been rocking it on this earth for THIRTEEN YEARS. i have been running with the vampires for TWO YEARS you might also know me as NONE. you can contact me at [e-mail]. and this is one of my master pieces:

As Garick stumbled upon the meadow he always hunted in, his thirst was burning the back of his throat. His eyes were a onyx black, he yearned for company but yet he needed a human to get lost and come his way. The wind blew the scent of soft pine tree's and pine cones into his nose. It was so peaceful just running around freely, not a care in the world. He heard faint footsteps up by the mountain ridge, Garick propelled himself faster to reach his target which was probably a human hiking.

The tree's sped right by Garick's eyes, flashes of different colours of green were everywhere in his sight. The sheer thrill of running was helping keep the burning in his throat to the back of his mind, but now he could smell the rich pulsing human blood. All he had to do was run up to the top of the ridge, Garick looked up for a brief second he still had alot to run before he reached the top where the human had set up camp. He had to run faster, it was nearly sunset and the glorious cloudy sky was disappearing. He was wearing a plaid button up shirt, some straight cut dark washed jeans, and green Converse shoes. It was his typical human facade outfit.

After five long minutes Garick finally reached the summit of the mountain, it was really windy up here. There was the human faded red hair up in a tight bun, her brown eyes were filled with horror as she saw Garick. The few loose pieces of her hair were drifting in the big gust of wind that came their way every few seconds. "W-what are you doing here?" The women asked, she whispered so softly her red hair floating in the wind. Garick's evil sneer spread across his face, his black eyes narrowed at the women. He was in full on hunting mod, "I'm here to kill you young lady." Garick answered in a semi-sweet tone.

Garick went into a hunting crouch and was ready to spring at any moment, he liked to play with his food at first. "N-no!" The women yelled, she started to run ... Then she realized there was no place to run she screeched in fear. "Don't run, it just makes my job harder my dear." He stalked closer to the women, as he gave her a sweet tone, for these were probably gonna be the last words she would hear forever. "Y-you don't have to do this!" The women cried as she dropped to the floor begging for her life, Garick just shook his head and clicked his tongue. "No my dear I'm afraid I have to do this." He smirked devilishly.

Then he pounced. The women wasn't expecting it, nor did she try to run or fight back she just accepted her fate as a vampires dinner. Garick's pounce was clean and graceful, as he slid his sharp white vampire teeth into the woman's neck and drank the deep red warm liquid. After a bit of the body thrashing on the cliff she gave up, and Garick had won.

As he got up from the kill, he tossed the body aside and wiped his mouth clean. None of his clothes were ripped or torn, those were many years of practice. Garick started to walk away from the body, he tossed it over the cliff so it would seem like she fell to her death, not like a vampire killed her. He was a expert on blending into his surroundings. "Good bye," He whispered and laughed evilly as he stalked off the mountain running at full speed. Garick's newly bright red crimson eyes darted across the forest scanning for any witnesses, he hoped there would be some so he could kill more. Unfortunately there weren't any.