Post by ``Constantine on Dec 7, 2008 20:59:59 GMT -6
Name: Constantine
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Nicknames: Leech; Bloodsucker; Con; Master
Date of Birth: 1129
Age: 879 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Orientation: Master
Marital Status: Single
Social Class: citizen
In Hiding: No
Occupation: Master of the City of St. Kieran
Father's Name: Jean Luis(unknown)(deceased)
Mother's Name: Marguerette(deceased)
Siblings:
Extended Family: NONE
Strengths/Skills/Talents: He's really strong; he's super fast; he has a tremendous mental capacity; he is smooth and suave; he can do vampire magic (!); he can fly; he can feed off sexual energy; he can perform mind tricks with the best of them; he is superb at accessorizing; he is P-O-W-E-R-F-U-L; he's extremely patient;
Weaknesses/Flaws: The sun, holy water, stakes; he is quite arrogant;
Personality: He's a little machiavellian shit, so says Stacie. He has ulterior motives for everything, and makes plans within plans.
Likes: being right (he usually is); the power that being Master of the City brings him; the security that the power gives him; being his own master (not having to obey Belle Morte any longer); his Human Servant, Anastasia;
Dislikes: The irrevocable love that Belle instilled in him; the court and the practices of the court of Belle Morte; Minnette, one of Belle's vampires - she tortured Constantine, among other things; fools; people trying to kill him and those he holds dear; being told he can't do something; being unable to act;
Allegience: Kiss of St. Kieran
Bloodline: Soudre le Sang
Appearance:
Time: 846 years
History:
Roleplaying Sample:
Other: WIP
OOC Name: Moira;; Thunder;; Breezy;; Windy;;
Experiance: two and a half years
Secret Words: **CORRECT
Image:
Nicknames: Leech; Bloodsucker; Con; Master
Date of Birth: 1129
Age: 879 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Orientation: Master
Marital Status: Single
Social Class: citizen
In Hiding: No
Occupation: Master of the City of St. Kieran
Father's Name: Jean Luis(unknown)(deceased)
Mother's Name: Marguerette(deceased)
Siblings:
Pierre (deceased)
Jean Laffont (deceased)
Marie (deceased)
Annette (deceased)
Luisa (deceased)
Extended Family: NONE
Strengths/Skills/Talents: He's really strong; he's super fast; he has a tremendous mental capacity; he is smooth and suave; he can do vampire magic (!); he can fly; he can feed off sexual energy; he can perform mind tricks with the best of them; he is superb at accessorizing; he is P-O-W-E-R-F-U-L; he's extremely patient;
Weaknesses/Flaws: The sun, holy water, stakes; he is quite arrogant;
Personality: He's a little machiavellian shit, so says Stacie. He has ulterior motives for everything, and makes plans within plans.
Likes: being right (he usually is); the power that being Master of the City brings him; the security that the power gives him; being his own master (not having to obey Belle Morte any longer); his Human Servant, Anastasia;
Dislikes: The irrevocable love that Belle instilled in him; the court and the practices of the court of Belle Morte; Minnette, one of Belle's vampires - she tortured Constantine, among other things; fools; people trying to kill him and those he holds dear; being told he can't do something; being unable to act;
Allegience: Kiss of St. Kieran
Bloodline: Soudre le Sang
Appearance:
He's pale (duh, no sun and lack of blood tends to do that to a person); His eyes are delightfully deep emerald green [ignore the picture]; his teeth are white, and perfect; his clothes are vintage, from back in the 1800's, 1700's, and so on...; he favors wearing the colors black on white, and also favors boots that are knee high, leather, and black; on his right pect (chest; man boob...) he has a burn scar in the shape of a cross; his back is scarred, result of his mortal years spent as a whipping boy; his hair is shoulder length, and is a lovely, brilliant, vibrant chestnut with red hues; his lips are a bright red; his hands are long and slender, the hands of and aristocrat; he is very well toned, and has a lithe grace: he does not work out, but he does have muscles that are there;
Time: 846 years
History:
Born sometime in the year 1129, Jean Luc was part of a family of seven. His father had run off when Jean Luc was very young, leaving the mother to fend for her family all on her own.
Jean Luc's family was very poor, living in the very dredges of society. However, when he was a lad of but eleven, it became apparent that Jean Luc would grow up to be a handsome figure. It was this knowledge and the age set the representitives of the Duke of the lands upon Jean Luc. The Duke's son, the young lord, was of an age the same as Jean Luc; his previous whipping boy had passed away, and a replacement had been needed. Jean Luc was chosen, and was taken away from his family to live in the castle grounds.
At first, the young Jean Luc was not happy: he was away from all that he had known, and he was whipped for the follies of the young lord. But, as Jean Luc was forced to accompany the young lord wherever he chose to go, Jean Luc soon formed a commaraderie with the boy. They were tutored together, learning the languages of Latin, Spanish, German, and more; they learned to read and write together, to ride their ponies properly and to fight with a sword. They learned to dance and dictate, and they learned to be well-behaved young men of society. In time, Jean Luc actually forgot his old life, and cared only for the life he then led.
However, just as Jean Luc attracted the eyes of the humans, so did his beauty attract the eyes of the less savory beings: vampires. It so happened one night, when the young lord and himself (plus various servants and visiting nobility) were out hunting the white stag. It was at night, as these things always are. The vampire lured Jean Luc away from the group of men (under the pretense of needed to take a shit) and used his powers of persuasion to allow the human to feed him. The vampire, Dante, drained Jean Luc of his blood, and then took the dead body to the lair, where the young man lay dead for three days.
When he rose, Jean Luc was no more, instead the creature Cosntantine inhabited the body. The newly turned vampire was, as all new vampires are, crazed and ruled by a power lust for blood. As is for the first nights, the new vampire was over-seen by the local Master, AlĂșn, with humans brought to them. When the first haze of blood lust was depleted, and Dante could once again handle his "child", they went out to hunt.
Roleplaying Sample:
As Jenny walked across the docks, she paid little heed to the path she tread.
The wood that made up the docks on the outcroppings of the wharves were not in the best of conditions, having been exposed to the ruthless elements of wind and water. It creaked under the weight of Jenny, and in some parts it even sagged a little.
It was a dangerous place to be, for any, but especially for a young girl of scarcely fifteen. Who knew what might happen: would the wood collapse underneath her weight? Would she stumble and fall into the water? Or would something far more sinister happen?
It was a vague, passing thought, that the docks really should be repaired. However, it was quickly dismissed with the knowedge of where she was: Sceith, and under the rule of the Tyrant King, no less.
The mere thought of the Tyrant King, that cruel man that had instigiated the attacks that had killed her fathe,r was enought to send shivers coursing down her back. It had been ingrained in her, for as long as she could remember, that to fear the Tyrant King was not an act of cowardice, but a prudent decision. It was a fool who thought the Tyrant King was naught to be reckoned with.
There had been rumors about the man for as long as she had lived, and a year in his very kingdom had bequeathed her with a healthy fear of the man. It was said that nothing was said or done without the knowledge of his Magesty the Tyrant.
Of course, if that was true, then he knew about her and Rollo, the wolf that the young red-head had saved and be-friended over the past year.
Jenny halted suddenly, her feet planting themselves into the grain of the the wood, her chosen location of halt putting her at a corner post. The post was wrapped with salt-saturated rope, and had been worn away by the wind and sea. The edges were frayed, and stained with gull droppings.
However, as Jennifer knelt down beside the post and then slid her feet over the edge of the wood to suspend in mid-air, she steadied herself with a hand on the rope, and took no notice of the crud.
As she swung her feet, Jenny thought about the wolf that she called 'friend'. He was big, and gray - a normal color - and very clever. He had saved her, that one day, and had ever since been a part of her life. Sometimes he was there, and others he was off on his own quest.
Whenever they were together, Jenny felt safe, and protected: a rare feeling to be found within the lands of Sceith.
The girl swung her legs back and forth, and old habit that suited a child of seven better than a young woman of fifteen. She was also humming, the sounds in rhythem with the swings of her legs; at several interval she also uttered the name Rollo. Which could be a rather ironic name, as it meant 'wolf' in the Old language.
Several times the girl would look up and about, but she would see nothing. Or rather, she would see nothing but the dark forms of the gulls above, the gentle lap of the salty waves, the sway of the ships as they were bombarded by the motion of the sea. All thing you would expect to see in a port.
Other: WIP
OOC Name: Moira;; Thunder;; Breezy;; Windy;;
Experiance: two and a half years
Secret Words: **CORRECT