Spike

Sex Pistols, Siouxsie, Bowie, The Ramones, Engelbert Humperdinck...

...or possibly game activity:

November
P. with me in on this rooftop thing (farewell post with Dawn)
September
T. all I have left are the books (re: Quorra)
T. Face facts, Anatole. {Minievent: Gluttony} (re: Arthur)
T. a party (re: Faith)
L. A day in the Spike (w. Faith, Lilly)
T. eff-why-eye (re: Dawn)
August
T. I want to know everything (re: Quorra)
T. You said this was your dream, didn't you? (re: Eugene/Flynn)
L. what better way to celebrate life and/or drown your sorrows (Foxhole Happy Hour)
T. How have we managed to avoid sitting in one place until now? (re: Buffy)
T. I tried to get everyone out that I could... {Event:I} (re: Angel)
L. Elvish Camp Log {Event: Invaders} (in cage with Trickster, near pen with Angel)
L. once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky (re: Tonks)
P. an adventure not destined to be told (dehiatus)
July
P. Dream. Oh god we hope so. {Broadcast Mind}
T. would you rather go home or stay here? (re: Kaien Shiba)
L. Priscilla's birthday bash
L. Jail cell socializing (re: Bellatrix Lestrange)
T. I'd like to turn myself in t-to the police (re: Dawn)
T. You really want to hear stories like that? (re: Angel re: Arthur)
T. say something before we all crumble to dust (re: Angel, Buffy)
June
L. I will lean into you; you can be the wind. (w. Buffy)
L. in the night time, we are found (re: Shirley)
T. This I have determined to be true (re: Buffy)
L. they have to start the hunt all over again (w. Lucian)
T. Consider it a public service announcement (re: Buffy)
L. pixies stole my bourbon (w. Wesley Wyndam-Price)
T. Pixiecast {Pixie Sticks} (re: Lilly)
T. or…turn yourself into a toadstool… (re: Merlin)
L. Masquerade (w. Buffy, w. Dawn, w. Lilly, and lurking)
T. In your face, Anatole! (re: Dawn)
May
P. I need to catch a cat {Abyssal War} (Dawncat re: Buffy)
L. DAY TWO {Abyssal War} (re: Dawn)
P. Gashlycrumb {Broadcast Mind}
L. The Tourney (re: Dawn)
T. go ask the blind man, he saw it too (re: Buffy re: Asellus)
T. eleventh focus (re: Vanille)
T. informing shade of indigo (re: Tonks & Lord Quackers)
T. with or without wings? (re: Buffy's dress)
April
VM. which is why you should talk to me (re: Buffy Summer's [poster])
P. toasting the end of the wicked queen (RIP JC)
T. That's gonna be an ogre of cleaning bill (re: Fai D. Flourite re: Buffy)
L. mist covered the kingdom {Event: Red as Blood} (w. Buffy)
+ embedded P.
T. He looks at the Forge, as if pleading for help (re: Rapunzel Pascal)
T. One more dream full of creepy oedipal stuff and I'm gonna have to call the local shrink (re: Buffy)
T. Try to imagine what I'm thinking... right now (re: Buffy freakin' Summers)
T. Happy anniversary to me (re: Jennifer Check)
L. Patrol HQ reopening PARTEH (re: Rapunzel, Lust; w. Lilly)
T. Malfatto is dead (re: Dawn re: Kunsel)
March
T. a dream? (re: Dawn re: Malfatto)
L. i'd like to laugh at all the things that led me on (re: Dawn after Riza)
T. I'm taking her down (re: Dawn w. Riza)
T. somebody's gotta get here (re: Lilly Rush re: Kunsel)
T. Are we truly sad they're gone, or merely envious of their liberation (re: Dawn re: Malfatto)
L. is this the place where the sky's blue color is being dyed the color of ash? (re: Lucian)
T. here I thought we were friends {Event: Shadows of History} (re: Vanille/Shadow!Fang)
T. If it is possible to sound exhausted and soulless in two words, here are two (re: Lilly re: Lady)
T. another thing I've learned is that things don't always go the way you plan {Event: Shadows of History} (re: Dawn/Shadow!Jay)
T. Hello, Skypers! {Event: Shadows of History} (re: Jennifer/Shadow!Needy)
T. Mothers, eh? {Event: Shadows of History} (re: Reid)
T. Looks like I missed my own birthday (re: Dawn's return)
February
L. I was walking with a ghost (re: Quatre Raberba Winner)
T. Anyone know the best thing for getting monster guts out of white upholstery? (re: Gin Ichimaru)
L. Got to see a man about a girl (w. Riza & Reid re: Dawn)
T. a once in a lifetime work opportunity (poster announcement)
January
T. You're not so tough! (re: Oerba dia Vanille)
T. It is in her hands now. (re: Riza Hawkeye)
L. if my heart could beat (w. Deneve)
P. Video : Private to Riza Hawkeye (what happened to Dawn)
T. Has anyone seen Miss Summers? (re: Spencer Reid)
T. I take it she hasn't been found yet (re: Riza Hawkeye)
T. if anyone knows where she is, let me know (re: Alphonse Elric)
T.e tutto mi bagnai (re: Malfatto)
T. Do we go on where we came from? (re: Tseng)
T. Who did you leave behind? (re: Gesicht)
T. I cannot tell a lie… and neither can you (re: Hades)
T. I didn't wish anything (re: Dawn)

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Ridiculous irresistable OOC
month doesn't matter 'cause it don't count for checks
Texts from Last Night
morning after
Guess my kinks

[ He'll get back to you. If he hasn't broken this thing yet. And can figure out how to playback. And bothers to listen all the way through. And feels like it. ]


[ Voice ] Never had a buggering cell phone had I?

Tearing asphalt in a 1963 DeSoto with blacked out windows howling along to Sid Vicious. Thanks for playing.


[ OOC: I am interested :-) ]

player name: Merry
player contact: halflingmerry [at] hotmail [dot] com
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are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes




character name: Spike / Wm. the B. [William the Bloody]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel
Timeline: Post-Angel S5 (so, hapless viewers, this is your SPOILER ALERT)
character's age: Born 1850-something. He doesn't try to remember. Do you measure after death and ghostitude—?

powers, skills, pets and equipment: Un-aging immortal: Beat you to it. Superhuman agility, stamina, speed, reflexes, healing, strength...: Yup, got 'em. Smokingly sexy with cheekbones you could cut your subclavian on: —Ah, sorry, guess the Mist doesn't do that.

Actually a bit better off as a vampire in this dimension (or what) than the original: the Mist may burn but sunlight doesn't. Not thanking Dru for the heightened senses right now. But y'know, possibly still better than L.A.

(Note: Whedonverse definition of a vampire. Quoth the Spike t-shirt: "I don't bloody sparkle.")

Full powers here

canon history: Born London 185?, originally William Stollar Pratt. He'd failed to distinguish himself as a poet, or much of anything, until he was sired by Drusilla in 1880. He then proceeded to distinguish himself in every unsavory way imaginable. He had been a good man, and even as a bad vampire, he was an anomaly: retaining certain human tenets (like romantic love) that most vampires shed, though inevitably twisted by lack of a soul. In 2002, he also fixed that. Ensoulled Spike died as a champion, sacrificing himself to save the world in battle alongside the Slayer—only (to his outrage) to be rudely resurrected as a ghost in Los Angeles in 2003. (Full plot details here.) Eventually recorporealized, he was all set to die as a champion again, if not saving the world then at least making a point; when the entirety of L.A., along with demon hordes and Spike's allies, were sent to a Hell dimension. Spike fell through a crack and woke up this side of the Gate.

personality: Don't give a piss about 'redemption'. The world doesn't work that way. Don't pretend to know how the world does work, but have some pretty solid ideas on how it doesn't. We are what we are, become something different, and get on with it. Make the best of it. However the current you thinks to define "best". Do wrong, learn better.

The more he has to angst about, the flippanter he'll get. "Not given to introspection" is an understatement to avoid introspection. It's also possible that Spike just doesn't think about such things anyone else in his situation would think about. (Whatever situation it is at the time.) Both foolish and particularly good at calling out fools. He has an astonishing blunt insightfulness: lacking sophisticated smarts, is perhaps better at getting to basic truths. The once-squashed-never-killed poetic streak probably helps.

For the longest time, a hundred years at least, much of his behavior was dictated by his determination to contrast/contradict Angel's. (Also see: refusal to angst.) Pretty mellow nowadays—relatively speaking. I.e. Doesn't try so hard to make things happen; is pretty resigned to the knowledge that stuff'll happen no matter what. And he'll usually wind up in the middle of it, without having to want or cause it.

Despite (maybe owed to) all this personal growth, he's become unprecedentedly rudderless. Doesn't try to glorify nor throttle life anymore, but not because he particularly wants to die. Nor does he have once-familiar ambitions like to wreak havoc, be or kill the biggest bad, win the girl, or publish a poem. He's still capable of enjoying himself as moments arise, but he doesn't seek them… or anything. He just drifts around. It's really a rather relaxed way to be. He may also realize that it's also a more empty way to be, should a new goal/direction/purpose arise… [ OOC: ::cough:: Dawn? ]

Anything else?

I sit in this bloody boring room
As somewhere else, L.A. goes "foom"

No fire but smoke:
Fog fit to choke
—Right homey, bloke—
Would give a poke
But hard to joke
When Hell's bespoke
OK?

If sans a fair gold Slayer's hips,
Still… not bad for an apocalypse.

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