((EDIT: Crud, now that I'm leader again, do I have to do this thing properly?))
OOC| Yes. =P ~ Vanessa ^^ |

Name: Nicodemus. I will have a full character name, I swear.

Age: Someday...

Apparent Age: Late twenties.

Gender: Male.

Species: Vampire.

Coven: Nephim.

Appearance: an unorthodox sort of description.

am·ber--

noun:
1. A yellowish translucent resin resembling copal, found as a fossil in alluvial soils, with beds of lignite, or on the seashore in many places. It takes a fine polish, and is used for pipe mouthpieces, beads, etc., and as a basis for a fine varnish. By friction, it becomes strongly electric.
2. A brownish yellow.

adjective:
1. Having the color of amber; brownish-yellow.
2. Made of or resembling amber: an amber necklace.
3. To preserve in amber; as, an ambered fly.

Now, let me tell you about real amber, not the kind found in your basic dictionary.

Real amber is a much richer colour than "brownish-gold." It's a burnished orange colour, filled with flecks and imperfections that refract light oddly, flashing red or gold or brown, depending on how you look at it. There is no single, simple colour-word that can be used to describe amber, which is why it has become a colour-word in its own right. It is unique.

Amber was once something alive-- at least, something that was a part of something alive. It is an organic substance, frozen in time, transformed into a precious stone. It was tree sap-- the lifeblood of a certain type of tree in ancient times. It still carries a bit of life, though-- rub it and it can become charged with static electricity. Amber is a very electric stone, though you wouldn't know that to look at it.

When you first look at amber, it seems warm and enticing. It catches the light from around it without the flash and glitter of harsher stones, such as diamonds. Instead, it seems to collect the light in its center, sending out an alluring impression of warmth and depth. It seems mysterious and ancient, strangely contained in one solid but somehow... fluid form.

When you first touch amber, it is cold and hard. It feels fake, plastic, unreal. Your finger slides right off when you try to scratch it. When you first touch it, it seems elusive-- where is that warmth you saw, that pull, that draw? You can still see it there, the evidence of your eyes conflicting directly with what your skin is telling you. Those fluid, honey depths seem cut off by this cold wall of absolute, fake solidity. But, hold it in your hand...

Amber picks up the warmth of things around it. This is one of its attractions. Held against your skin, it will soon warm, picking up your body heat, incorporating it into itself. Hold it long enough, and it is warm to the touch, almost seeming to hold the heat it promised you when you first saw it.

Of course, the solidity never goes away. Amber always seems about to flow, like honey, like sap-- but it never does. It is frozen without cold, trapped itself like the insects that it sometimes traps.

You've heard of that, haven't you? Insects caught in amber? I thought so.

Nicodemus has more in common with amber than just his colour.

(What, you wanted an actual physical description? He's tall, pale, wears dark clothes and has orange hair and orange eyes. Big deal.)