![](http://i.imgur.com/dTw4q66.jpg?3 "enter image title here") ["Let Me Tell You A Story."](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U) **Name** Cheshire, Ches, The Storyteller, The Crazy Blind Bum Down The Street **Age** Looks 17, 4253 **Appearance** Ches has a lanky frame, standing 6'4 and is practically skin and bones. He has long, messy blood red hair that hangs down to the small of his back and usually has a few twigs, leafs, and other scarps of garbage in it. His skin is incredibly pale, as if he never goes out during the day, and is usually caked with the city's filth. He wears a ratty black T-shirt with it's sleeves ripped off, tattered black skinny jeans, and a old leather jacket that he keeps tied around his waist, all of which he most likely dug out of a dumbster. You would never catch him wearing shoes and it shows as his feet are covered in the thickest layer of grime and muck you could possibly imagine. He has a long necklace of what you could assume are prayer beads that he keeps around his neck. He keeps a old cloth wrapped around his eyes nearly constantly, leading most to assume he is blind. Though only a hand full of people who are alive, or rather undead, can say they have seen the odysseys that are Ches' eyes. [They are a brilliant royal purple that give off a faint glow. What is even more remarkable about them though is that the irises appear to be clocks. They are constantly in moving wither moving forward or backwards, fast or slow. Though there are times when they stop moving altogether and those are the times Ches is seemingly the most serious, or worried is a better word for it.](http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img834/5070/eye162798736224.jpg) **Bio** "Oooohhhh goody goody story time! Once upon a time their was a young boy, sadly no one remembers his name because it was soooo long ago... Anywho! This boy lived in a beautiful land, with a ocean of golden sand that stretched as far the eye could see and beyond. The boy spent his days frolicking in the sun with other children like him. They would skip stones across the great river that snaked its way across the land, race each other over dunes of golden sand, and marvel at the great constructions that were made to house the bones of the decedents of the gods. But what the boy treasured the most was the stories he and his friends would tell, some true others they imagined. Sadly the boy's merriment ended as the sun set, for his father was a twisted man. He loved his son in a naughty way, not the way a man should love his child but the way a man would love a woman. The boy would cry and beg for his father to stop, but alas his pleas fell on deaf ears. The poor boy's woes went on for years until he met her while he was weeping after suffering his father's 'love'. She was a raven haired beauty with skin like fresh cream. The boy reviled his sorrows to the woman who listened to every word without wavering interest. With a sympathizing heart the woman made the boy a offer, she would take away his pain and in return he would become her servant. The boy, longing for a end of his father's torment, hungrily agreed. With his approval the woman placed a kiss upon the boy's neck that both ended and started his life. The story becomes... fuzzy after that. There was another bite, a scream, the father's eyes loosing their light, and a smirk on the boy's red smeared face... After the fuzziness though I do remember that the boy started to travel with the woman. They wandered all over the boy's beautiful land, meeting hundreds of different people with hundreds of different stories. Though he was her slave the boy was happy with the woman, she was the guide the boy's father failed to be. The woman taught the boy about what he now was, both more and less than human. She taught him how to walk among people as if he was still of their ilk. She even taught him how to place the same kiss she placed upon him onto others. For the teachings the woman had the boy help her do things to the people they met... naughty things... things that made them cry... things that made their red pour out... things- OW!... Sorry the fuzzy bits can hurt sometime. Anyways back to the story! As the two wandered and the hands of time changed the world around them the boy noticed he and woman did not, they were forever frozen as who they were the night he met the woman. The boy paid this little mind as he was content to spend eternity with this woman just as they were, servant and master. Sadly though like many other joyful chapters in this world this one had to come to a end, though this one's conclusion was particularly bloody. For it was during the fall of the boy's beloved land's empire, it was being over run by the decedents of the sons of the great mother wolf. The woman that had saved the boy was taken away from him by the blade of those **BASTARDS**... Sorry... The story gets fuzzy again after that. Screams being cut short, bones crunching, flesh rending, so much red spilling, so much anger, so much hate... so much lost... Th... The boy... he was alone... he was lost... he was scared. The world kept changing around him, but he didn't... He had no one help him through the confusing maze of mayhem he had been casted into... until he met Morven. She was like the boy, appeared to be a child but was much more. She took a pity on the boy, she explained to him how she was once in such a place of darkness and confusion. She helped the boy get to a better place... To finally change... The boy who once suffered at the hands of his father, that blindly followed a woman across the golden sands, that fought so hard to keep the things the way they once were that he kil... OW! Sorry, the fuzzy bit hurt me again... Anyway that boy who never thought he would change, well changed. He was gone, his name forgotten, along with his life times of woes. And in his place someone else rose. Someone who wouldn't allow himself to be hurt by others, someone who wouldn't fallow blindly, some one who wouldn't do all the bad things that happen in the fuzzy bits... Someone who simply wanted to smile and make others smile with his stories. Someone like Cheshire." **Personality** Eccentric is a good word to use when trying to describe Ches, though most of the other vampires in the city would prefer to use the word Crazy-Homeless-Bastard. Ches is the very definition of the word whimsy. His spontaneous nature has made him quite the nuisance to the city's vampire. He has been known to hold arguments with inanimate objects, randomly appear out of no where, change the topic mid conversation, and even disappear with out a trace. Ches is pretty childish and innocent, especially when considering that he is a rather ancient vampire. He doesn't comprehend anything like a normal person would, he observes everything with a layer of awe much like a child. He is bizarrely upbeat, he is rarely seen without a grin on his face. But the moments that he is upset is easily the oddest sight one can say they seen, for Ches will throw a complete and total hissy fit in broad day light until someone tries to comfort him. He is either unable or just simply unwilling to speak in straight forward sentences, everything he says is either twisted or a riddle. Ches has a strong love, though obsession would be a better word, for stories and will tell or listen to one when ever he gets the chance. Ches is strongly against violence, as he puts it "Boo boos make bad stories." Though most of the other vampires in the city wouldn't know this, and no one could blame them for not observing this, but Ches is incredible insightful and wise. Under his immature exterior Ches has a sharp and rather remarkable mind, though no one seems to have the patience to get passed his layer of crazy to realize this. The only vampire in the city that doesn't just tolerate him is Morven, the two seem to have formed a friendship. **What family do you belong to** None, neither house really desires his presence **Power** *Teleportation-* Ches is able to teleport himself and what/whoever he is in contact with. It takes him a second to catch his breath before he can teleport again. **Side** *"Oh I do love humans, their stories are much sweeter than ours as they don't last nearly as long."* **Weapon** *"Why would I want one of those?! I could squish my squishy bits!!"* **Other** Ches carries around a black acoustic guitar, which he plays incredibly well, that looks like he could never afford it Ches is multilingual, though he makes just as little sense in other languages as he does in English Ches spends every Saturday morning glued to whatever T.V he can find to watch his favorite cartoon, *Story Time With Mama Melody*. Ches has a taste for sewer rat, it being his favorite form of blood Ches is shockingly good at cards, chest, checkers, and other games of the sort Ches lives in a large hobo camp that is set up in the city's old subway system Ches is unnaturally quick and nimble, even for a vampire, which helps him out when it comes to avoiding the wrath of other vampires