WALLBURG, zack

[jennak]

Character Name: Zackariah Lee Wallburg
Age: looks 18, but is really 166
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Stee-rate
Canon/Original: Original
Location: Forks
Loyalty: veggie vampire

Name: miriahlay
Age: siebzehn
Gender: female
RP Experience: a bunch
Contact Information: PM por favor
Timezone: central
Forum Activity: i'll be on as much as I can g-unit.
Other Characters: blerg
Your Site: i have no site...I AM BLIND!

Celebrity Claim: kyle burns
Distinguishing Features: his bright blond hair
Physical Description:
Zack has always looked different, both as a human and now as a vampire. Ever since he can remember, Zack has been pale, even as a human. It was never a problem, after all he had been born in Washington and everyone is pale. That isn't what made him different, though. He was born with platinum blond hair, which he has never dyed or streaked. When he was a human he had medium blue eyes that shifted color depending on the light. Now as a vampire he still has a pair of interesting eyes- instead of the red or topaz color most vampires have, Zack's eyes are actually a teal color. The reason for this is completely unknown to him but he believes it has to do with him drinking only the blood of fish when he first became a vampire. Kind of odd but he didn't really know what else to do and he is pretty sure that because they are cold blooded, they have made his eyes teal permanently.

Zack isn't a very big dude, not like Emmett or anything. He is only 6'0", still kind of tall but not terribly, and the most he has ever weighed was a whopping 150 and this was before he was turned. Now he owns a dead weight of 140 pounds and it never fluctuates. Although he's one of those skinny boys, Zack doesn't wear girls pants- or girls shirts, or girls clothes for that matter. Nope, he is a child of the fifties and even in this day and age he refuses to go that far into the trend.

However, Zack has always been a fan of being rebellious. When he was growing up the king himself, Elvis was on the thrown and by the age of fourteen Zack had started the rebellion along with hundreds of other kids. His parents were pissed and tried everything they could to get him on the right path again. This is one of the reasons Zack dresses how he does, he has always loved being rebellious and not conforming to everyone else. Rebellion has changed a bit though- I mean, back when he was a kid it was shaking your hips and combing your hair back and now you have to shove needles in your face and wear womens clothes! Somethings in this world Zack will never understand, however he still loves to keep up with 'the kids these days'.

Likes:
»rebellion
»girls
»trends
»rock 'n roll
»music in general
»humans
»Washington
»being a vampire
»singing
»high school
Dislikes:
»outliving everyone
»la push
»snoopy humans
»liars
»being confused
»blood suckers
»werewolves
»being alone
»being hungry
»boredom
Quirks:
»very flirtatious
»makes random sounds
»eats human food
»doesn't have a coven
»quotes random stuff
Talents:
»singing
»making friends
»being a convincing human
Personality:
Zack is a lot of things, and yet- he is also not a lot of things. For instance, he is persistent yet not annoying. He is a flirt, yes he is not a player. A great word to describe the way Zack is would be 'moderation'.

Ask anyone and you will find out that he is funny. He's the type of guy who will always try to make you laugh, even if your knee deep in tears. Some of the things he says are funny and some of the things he does is funny- with him it's very rarely something that he should take seriously. Making people laugh is what keeps him going and he loves making friends. Usually vampires try to keep a low profile but Zack tries to make as many as possible. There are very few things he really doesn't like but one of those is werewolves. For reasons, and the vampires are generally with me on this, werewolves are bad. Bad, bad, bad! Zack tries to stay as far away from them as possible and generally hates to be around them. They bring down his vibe.

Secondly, Zack is loyal as all hell. If he says he'll be there at seven thirty then you can bet your lucky charms that he will be there at exactly seven thirty. There isn't anything in the world that he wouldn't do for a friend and he doesn't expect the same in return. His father was a very liked man in the neighborhood where Zack grew up and he was very respected. All of his life, Zack watched his father to countless things for friends, family and neighbors and he asked for nothing in return. When Zack started going on rebellious they were all there to help his father through it. That was cool, and that is also something Zack will never forget.

Okay, so he's a flirt. He can't help it! Sometimes he forgets that he's a vampire and that just based on his physical appearance he can attract the ladies. It still amazes him that these girls can be dazzled by him so easily. His sent, his voice, his body, his face- how can something that he's been living with his whole life be so likable? He never understood it and yet he knows these things and continues to flirt with almost every girl he sees. He's a helpless romantic really.

Speaking of romantic- this much is true. The reason, it's because Zack falls in love way to easily and it rarely occurs to him that the girls might just be after him because he's a vampire- based on all the cuteness that comes with that. Psh. If only they could see him hunt! There was one girl that Zack fell really hard for and that was the only girl whom of which he married. Her name was Valarie and according to him she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even more beautiful than Rosalie to him- she stopped the beating of his non-existent heart, she knocked the wind out of his motionless lungs. She was the Juliet to his Romeo! He told this girl everything, and he felt he had to. She had a certain thing about her and he never wanted to lie to such a pretty face, a gorgeous woman. They got married and after word had been spread through out the vampire world of this creature named Nessie, Edward's daughter, Valarie was all to excited to try for their own. He explained to her that it was too dangerous and that it wouldn't happen. After researching it they finally decided to try it- but the vampire venom didn't work fast enough and she died, leaving him with their only son Matt.

Lastly, Zack isn't very serious- this much is true but there are some things he is very serious about. That being Valarie and his son Matt, and other than that, he tends to be serious toward his friends. No one messes with his friends, or girlfriend for that matter. His loyalty toward those he loves is very strong and he doesn't allow people to mess with that in anyway, so he has no problem laying it 'gently' to someone to leave them alone. He is a vampire after all, and he is ten times their strength.
Parents:
» Amerika DeArez- mother - deceased
» Kent Wallburg- father - deceased
Siblings:
» Monica Wallburg- sister- deceased
» Amelia Wallburg- sister- deceased
Other:
» Valarie Fletcher- ex wife- deceased
» Matt Fletcher- son- veggie vampire- 78 looks 16
History:
Born on July 28th 1953 was a beautiful bouncing baby boy named Zackariah Lee Wallburg- first born to Amerika and Kent Wallburg of Forks, Washington. Yes, Zack is a native Forker! Growing up in the late fifties- early sixties had an affect on Zack, much like it did to many others of his time. It was a time for something new and exciting, something rebellious! Back when Elvis was king and hips never moved. When Zack was a teenager he got into this Elvis thing and started listening to that ol' devil's music (rock n' roll), God how his father hated that. It was probably worse than being a cocaine addict to my father. If you were on cocaine, you could be helped, it the devil owned your soul that was a different story. At age seventeen Zack ran away from his oppressive neighborhood (yay Tenacious D lyrics, the town was not Kickapoo, however).

Zack decided to run away, far away to a place called Los Angeles, California. He loved it there, he thrived there! It was a place with no bounds and where a run away of only seventeen could make the big bucks singing into a microphone. Good deal, that's what it really was! Being popular wasn't the best thing, it turns out. Sin dwells in the hearts of fan girls and creepy guys in back allies. One night, stumbling home drunk from a late concert- Zack remembers only a hazy bit of the events that night. He remembers walking across that rain covered street, not seeing the headlights of that car and not seeing the driver entwined with the lovely girl in the seat next to him. He never saw this but he remembered seeing the light, which he later figured out where head lights.

As he lie there in the rain covered street, he felt every part of his body ache and churn and how it seemed to burn. Lifting his head was impossible and moving was even less and option. Zack heard the footsteps across the pavement, slow and calm. How can anyone be so calm as to see him, a star, laying broken and almost dead. The figure, hazy as the memory, stood over him looking at the pain struck eighteen year old. "Get away from me," Zack had barely managed, blood coughing it's way up from his lungs and down the sides of his mouth. "Get away!" The figure leaned down on one knee, much like a man about to propose and took Zack's arm in his large cold hands. Pain shot up the boys limb stinging his mind with how much it hurt.

"May I save you," the figure asked politely. Zack remembers being scared, not only for his life but of this figure. This strangely calm figure. Somehow Zack managed a slight nod, watching the man raise Zack's' wrist to his mouth. A loud gasp sounded from the boy as he realized what was going on. Suddenly, the pain came back, the burning came back but this time only a thousand times worse. After that it all blacks out and the next thing he knew, BOOM! He was a vampire.

When he first figured this out he decided to stay away from humans, after all didn't vampires drink humans blood? That was not going to be him, no way. Sick. So instead he took the first three years living in the forests. It was interesting, how fast he could run, swim, and how high he could jump. The first year was hard. What with controlling himself around the sent of a human. It took all of his strength and more not to kill a passing hunter. The first year he ate only fish. Don't ask why, he doesn't even know. Maybe it was because the idea of drinking fish blood wasn't as creepy as, lets say, moose blood. After all, he ate fish as a human. Never once did he eat a moose!

As the three years passed he finally decided that he could be set back into the human world and he found that he did pretty well. It was hard, yes but he got used to it quickly. Much like walking into a hospital. At first all you can smell is the hospital, the sterile stench of everything. After you have been in there for twenty minutes the smell starts to smell normal and soon enough you forget it exists.

Zack began enrolling himself in school, what else was he going to do to pass the time? Once he graduated from a certain spot, he would make up a story about this fancy college he got to go to in another state and he would disappear, returning once in a while to that state or place. He had been everywhere in the US and half of Europe when he had first met Valarie. She was a good little southern girl from Georgia who happened to move to Ohio at the same time he did. When he first saw here the fireworks started, stopped and took a breath of fresh air, then began jumping all around again.

They got closer than close and when they graduated he married her. She was the only one who knew all about him and what he was. He was the only one who knew all about her and how her parents didn't want her, how she got stuck in this crappy foster home and she hated it. Everything, and he loved her for everything she was and was not. She was the world to him. Multiple times he had offered to change her, so that they could be together forever but she refused. She just wanted to live a normal happy life and die of old age- having enjoyed it all with him. The exact opposite of Edward and Bella.

Speaking of, when news had gotten around of their child Nessie the whole vampire world was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. Valarie was excited beyond reason- oh, how she wanted a baby so bad. "One of our own," she had explained to him. Her voice more beautiful than any song bird, "He'll have your eyes and my nose and he'll be gorgeous." At first Zack had disagreed and disagreed and disagreed even some more. It was dangerous and no human could survive it without being turned at the end. Valarie had agreed though, she wanted this baby even if it killed her. It was scary the first couple of weeks but they knew more than Edward and Bella had, after all they were going off of their experience. Valarie drank six glasses of blood a day or whenever the baby got hungry, all that.

They were determined to make this work. But it didn't, and they should have known this all along. The baby tore her apart and left her to die- all the while the venom did nothing to help her. It was too late. For a while it was hard, really hard. Zack had to take care of Matt, their son, by himself until he had reached full maturity and even after he had moved out he still couldn't deal with the fact that Valarie was gone. The house seemed empty and lifeless without her. That and he had to face the Volturri by himself, assuring them that he would keep his and Matthew's record clean and spotless and if even one drop of human blood was shed then they could kill the both of them.

That was forever ago, and now Matt is seventy eight, though he doesn't look a day over seventeen. He keeps in touch, about as much as kids talk to their parents once they move out. Zack has finally decided to move back to Forks, it's been over one hundred years, what could possibly go wrong?

RP Sample:
After a long, day, there was always one thing to look forward too. he had already been hunting earlier that morning, then had a wonderful conversation with his mother that included a gift for him. he even played a song for her, and his sister had joined in for one. overall, they had a good day. but his favorite part of the day was when he headed out after dark. it's was around 10pm, and he knew Bella would be waiting for him. he had promised to come back after all.

After making his second change for that day, into something more comfortable and less restricting then jeans, he set off in his dark pants and pale blue long sleeve top. he wouldn't take his car, even though it wasn't loud. he would simply run of course, to his love's house. after saying goodbye to Alice who had been present when he left, he took off down the long road that was their driveway. he cut through the forest before he reached the main road, so no one would see. it would be extremely dangerous to take the road, for they might be revealed. though the the dark paths of the forest he made his way. until finally, just minutes later, it ended, and he was able to exit right beside Bella's house.

Every evening, or close to it, Edward came to spend the night with Bella. he stayed with her even while she slept. when they had school, he would have left then come back to pick her up. these days they didn't, so he would leave later and come back after to spend the day with her, if that was the plan. now, he simply jumped up to her window and made his way inside. he knew she would be waiting there. the room was so familiar now, he could remember every detail when he left. vampires were ultra observant. the smell was familiar too. it smelt of Bella, a floral type of scent. but also, every house had it's own scent, just like every person did. it always smelt sweet in Bella's room, and he liked it. of course, then there was the smell of her blood, and it still hurt his throat to be around it.

She was present in the room, he could tell in less then a milli second. first because of her scent. second, the noises she probably didn't even realize she made, like her heartbeat and the weight change on the floor. of course, last but not least, he could see her. everytime he looked at her, he felt butterflies that could bring him to his knees. she was everything he ever needed. the surprise was that she felt the same way about him. he let a small, crooked smile cross his full lips, and the smile spread right into his perfectly topaz eyes, bright from drinking that morning.
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