Ruby City App

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PLAYER

Name: Dag/Dagga

Personal Journal: n/a

E-mail: deviantprince@hotmail.com

AIM/MSN/etc:(skype) idiot.is.happy

 

CHARACTER

Name: Conrad Dillon Achenleck

Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name

Timeline: Sometime between when he was turned and the showdown at Tibenoch's place.

If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?</b>: n/a

Personality: First impressions of Conrad would lend one to believe that he's an artsy guy and not only quite possibly the worst vampire in the world, but that he's uppity, irritable, and that his temper has a very short fuse. Those impressions would be entirely correct. He's almost always high-strung and chronically disgruntled and his temper can be triggered by some of the most inane things. It's not unusual for him to rant to himself in the background and people just tend to tune him out, which he doesn't always seem to notice at first.

Conrad hasn't always been this way though. Underneath the moody and catty attitude, Conrad actually has a hard time being anything but a genuinely nice guy. He's almost all bark and, perhaps unsurprisingly, is somewhat of a clusterfuck of anxieties and neurosis that he just can't seem to kick.

When he was a kid he was a complete pushover who eventually got sick bending over backwards for people and getting walked all over. But by being assholish and standoffish now he thinks that he can trick people into not messing with him and thinking that he's a tough guy. (He's not.) 
Despite his somewhat mixed up personality, Conrad usually does his best to be a good person. That Rude Dude attitude is pretty flimsy, especially when confronted with certain situations that are mentally stressful. He doesn't handle stress very well and he gets fidgety and generally more fussy and irritable than usual when he's stressed.

Change is one of many things that shakes up his nerves and while he can usually adapt fairly quickly, he still isn't fond of it. Any time he feels like he's out of his element (which is often) it's much more likely that he'll lose his temper or at the very least snap at someone.

When he gets angry it's mostly noise and hot air but if antagonized and pushed enough, he will throw a punch and has broken a good number of noses that way. Just ask Doc Worth.

First Person:[It takes a moment for him to realize that the light trying to wake him up is not, in fact, the sun filtering in through the window, but his communicator, left open on his desk, trying to alert him to a message.]

 

Hrrmmgghhh... How the hell does this thing even...?

 

[He prods at it a little and after a bit of trial and error he figures out how to bring up the message, which he grabs his glasses only briefly to read. Figures it would be from Hanna. At the most obscene hour of the morning.]

 

Dammit, Hanna... You have the worst timing.

 

[He drops the weird little communicator thing with the message from his weird little friend onto his desk and lays his head back down with a disgruntled huff. Then he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping to get back to sleep before anything else can distract him. Sorry, Hanna, he's just not interested in shenanigans right now.]

 

Third Person: 

Conrad hadn't intended to fall asleep on the bus. It just kind of happened. He'd been exhausted after a very long, excruciatingly frustrating meeting with a potential client - someone more finicky than he was who wanted him to design their business logo - and all during what was quite possibly the worst week of his life. Just a few days prior he'd been turned into a vampire through a series of unappreciated hijinks and he was still trying to get used to the change. His very trying day lead to his little nap on the bus. When he got on, he took a seat near the back, curled up with his bag in his lap and dozed with his head against the window. 

 

It had been sometime in the late evening then.

 

When he woke up it was to very unfamiliar, and vastly different, surroundings. A lush green countryside was flashing past the window and the early morning sunlight glittered off the dewy grass. There were hills and valleys, a forest, even a mountain range in the far distance. Conrad realized very quickly that he was not in the city anymore, but it took a moment for the peaceful scene to really become unsettling.

 

Panic started to rise when he realized he was the only one on the train and just as he stood up, the train began to slow down with a sharp whistle. A station was coming into view - old, but clearly very well used - and he quickly grabbed his bag off the seat he'd apparently been asleep in and made for the doors, no doubt a little more than just slightly spooked by the situation. This was already tangling up his nerves but more unsettling than waking up on a train alone was the collection of posters on the station wall, some of which were in languages he was almost positive did not exist. (More unsettling than even that was how he felt so weirdly compelled to enter the city and not just wait for another train.)

 

"What the...? Where the hell...?" He turned around, trying to swallow his building anxiety as he glanced over his surroundings again. This place looked like some kind of forgotten kingdom in the middle of the English countryside but it gave him some seriously unpleasant vibes. He felt the little hairs on the back of his neck prickle and put a hand over them to smooth away the tingles, then gripped the strap of his bag tightly in both hands and took a few deep breaths. He had no biological need to breathe, but it was still calming. 

"Okay. Okay, this isn't... This isn't too bad. Right? I can just go inside and-and get a ticket back home. Yeah. Okay. Everything is cool." Trying to rationalize all of this did nothing to help, but it didn't hurt either. He decided to stick with his plan. Maybe he could find a way out of this Ruby City place.