Post by Vincent Deschain on Jun 22, 2011 23:36:24 GMT -5
Sing For Absolution¡¿
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“what is your name?’ “legion {Erebos}... for we are many {28}.’
“summoning the old man{necrometer@live.com} takes{Erebos(retired)}.’
“hell is any place{Mountain (AZ)} on earth over a matter of years{18}.’
“the power of Christ{Mosquito} compels you.’
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew
[/font][/i]i only dream of you and you never knew
Nickname:; Chain
Age:; 1110 (Appears between 18 and 22)
Birth Date & Place:; August 12, 925 - Norway
Species:; Vampire
Gender:; Male
Sexuality:; Hetero
Occupation:; Nychta Clan Seer
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful
[/font][/i]i only dream of you my beautiful
Hair Color:; Brown
Eye Color:; Green/Blue
Height:; 6' 1"
Weight:; 149
Perfections:; If anything would be called a perfection it is his eyes, at least when not starved for blood or using his powers.
Flaws:; He has a faint scar on his cheek.
Personal Style:; Unless Chain has reason to believe he needs to dress up, he doesn't. Usually he wears a rumpled T-shirt and jeans. He wears sturdy, hand tailored, black leather boots though, since they go with everything. He wears little jewelry, only one large, white gold ring with the Nordic symbol for 'Year' on it, and a pendant necklace of the same material with a carved dragon on the medallion.
When the occasion for him to dress up arises, he wears well tailored silk suits in black or burgundy. Patent leather dress shoes adorn his feet and platinum and diamond at cuffs and buttons. He very rarely dresses in his best though, since most are used to his sarcastic personality, blunt speech and taciturn demeanor.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die
[/font][/i]the truth runs deep inside and will never die
Technology
Waking up in a new place, disoriented
Working the stock market
Sour Candies
Bloodslaves
Rain and thunderstorms
Dislikes:;
Being bored
Fighting
Cats
Sweets
predictable people
Desires:;
An intriguing week
A decent bloodslave
Fears:;
Loosing his Sight
Having a mortal case of Ennui
Being cast aside because of his Sight
Strengths:;
Photographic Memory
Utterly Confident
Deep compelling voice
Weaknesses:;3+
Sometimes Arrogant
Blunt
Extremely sarcastic
Goals:;
His first goal has already been completed, which was to influence enough vampires by his words and actions to incite them to go public.
He hasn't decided on a second goal since there are so many paths yet to walk before something important enough comes about to require his attention.
Regrets:;
He regrets that he was not able to get the vampires to become public knowledge sooner, when the population of humans was lower.
He also regrets that his family died before he had his Sight, and would have been able to let them live full lives.
Quirks:;
Secrets:;
He is on the brink of killing himself due to boredom.
He turns one vampire every hundred years to see if he can produce another with his abilities. So far none have gained the Sight. He produces and destroys the failures discreetly.
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sing for absolution
i will be singing falling from your grace
[/font][/i]i will be singing falling from your grace
Affiliation/Alignment:; Nychta Clan
Abilities/Skills:;
Like most vampires, he Has the normal abilites, the increased senses, strength, speed and healing. There are only two variations, two extra abilities that he is blessed with.
Vampire Venom
The saliva of this vampire can be like a drug. It is a local anesthesia and it acts like the drug Ecstasy. The drug is one hell of an aphrodisiac and instantly makes a lust rise within the person who has been dosed. The only difference between Vampire Venom and the drug is that there is no killing overdose. If one gets too much of the venom though, mental/memory side effects are possible.
Flaw: While a one time application of venom usually is not completely addicting, those with an addictive personality may still become addicted after one bite. This makes the victims of the vampire have to be chosen wisely, or they may be hounded by a flock of groupies that they don't want. A second dose in the same amount of days almost always results in an addiction, and three in the same makes it a sure bet. Memory side effects only occur if the victim looses consciousness because of the bite or venom.
The Sight
This vampire is able to see all possible branches of the future within reach. This torrent of information is near instantly analyzed and processed, giving him the best possible path to take. When he activates the sight, His eyes turn the golden color of a hungry vampire, and the pupils reshape themselves into hourglasses.
Flaw: There is about a five to ten second delay as his mind processes the information, and he is completely shut down mentally as he Sees the paths. This ability breeds boredom in him, enough boredom where he is very close to greeting the sun.
Weaknesses of Your Kind:; Chain's weaknesses align exactly with the norm of vampires. He is weak to Sunlight, Fire, Silver, Holy objects, and can not enter hollowed ground or private houses occupied by humans.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew
[/font][/i]i only dream of you and you never knew
Family Members:; All of Vincent's family members are dead. They died not long after Vincent was turned.
Martial Status:; Single
Overall:; Vincent was born into a Nondescript viking family. He was turned when he was nineteen years old. His family died soon, to him at least, after. Blessed with the Sight, he became a Merchant and wealthy not long after he became a vampire, amassing a great amount of wealth before he would have normally turned fifty. In the time between then and now, he occasionally, and purposefully lost his fortune in war torn lands, because life became too predictable when he had too much money.
Currently, Vincent has once again amassed a prodigious nest egg, using his Sight to predict the ebb and flow of the stock market. He became part of the Nychta clan nearly as soon as it was formed, becoming a high ranking seer, and guiding them toward the day that they could come out to the public, running through all the scenarios that could happen, trying to guide them to the best possible result.
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falling from your grace
FIN
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(From Erebos)
The awakening was excruciating. It always was when he slept for more than a year. Like fire upon his soul, it was creeping all along his body. he was completely emaciated, nothing but bare skin upon bones.The year was 2030 and his Goddess had awakened him. This meant that soon, somehting big was coming. It was another time of change, and he was to be part of it, according to Nyx that is.
None of that mattered at the moment though. He needed sustenance. Rising from the grave, this time literally, always resulted in deaths. There was nothing he could do about it. The fire of hunger was driving him. It was an easy matter to ope the stone door. If there was one thing that did not leave him when he slept like this, it was the gargantuan strength that Nyx had blessed him with. The Mausoleum door moved as if it were made of mere matchsticks instead of marble. He closed the door after himself.
Nyx seemed to have impeccable timing when awakening him after a long slumber. There was always snacks to be had around him. He scanned the area, first with his ears. Three distinguishable heartbeats, right next to him. He then used his eyes, seeing swaths of pale flesh mostly covered by gothic punk attire. Two Males and a female. All young. Perhaps fifteen to seventeen. His next sense to use was smell. Their sweat smelled of total inebriation. Jagermeister if he remembered his liquor correctly. He couldn't smell anything over the stench of licorice and alcohol, but their regular breathing told him that they were unconscious because of it.
The female was a grossly obese animal, stretched out over a low grave marker, with dyed black hair and pale pasty makeup. The second and smallest of the three was dressed and pale like the rest, and would not be much of a meal, but the other two made up for that. The third was a giant for his age, easily an inch taller than Erebos himself.He was well muscled, and had a near athletic build. He was also the focus of Erebos's attention. If he wanted to replace the rags that hung off of him, he would have to be careful to not spill too much blood killing him. Plus, he needed every drop the three had to get back to working order.
Erebos extended a skeletal hand toward the big man, slipping it behind his head, with a very light touch, Until he gripped that was. His long nailed index finger plunged deep into the base of the man's skull, only producing a single twitch as he died. Like a man trying to plug a leaking dam, Erebos kept his finger in the big teen's cerebrum and lifted him until he was nearly on his feet. He languorously leaned forward, wrapping his skeletal body around the male and pierced the vein at his neck.
The torrent of flavor that rushed down his throat was exquisite. More than that, the power that flooded his body was invigorating. The rush stopped on it's own, with no beating of a heart to pump it into his mouth. That was when he started to draw it on his own. He could feel the energy of the life that had slipped away fill him with an electrifying tingle. He slowly lowered the body when all the veins in the corpse had completely collapsed in upon themselves.
Already, Erebos was starting to fill out. The blood that he had gained had gone directly to flesh him out, to regrow the muscle he had lost in the last nineteen years. He still did not have back most of the gifts that Nyx had supplied him with, but they would come with the deaths of these other two kids. Once the large boy was back on the ground, he slowly removed his hand from him with only a few drops of blood escaping the large hole his finger had made in the base of his skull. He hastily, but quietly, undressed him and donned the clothing himself. It was a near perfect match, even the nice steel toed boots that he had been wearing.
He strode over to the smaller snack and lifted him up with both hands upon his head, front and back. There was a slight popping but it was not a snapping neck. The small boy's eyes flew open, saw him and widened in absolute terror. If it hadn't been nineteen years since he had smelled terror upon a person, he wouldn't have been able to revel in this pathetic teen's terror, but it had, and he did. His hand was over the boy's mouth, and he had no sense of touch, but judging by the way his chest expanded and nostrils flared, the boy was trying to scream.
Erebos didn't give him a chance. Instead he struck, 2400 years of experience lending to his precision. His teeth struck the vein perfectly, not dipping a single millimeter past, to allow even a single drop of internal bleeding. It was a matter of moments before the small body's veins and heart collapsed because of his pulling on the boy's life blood. He roughly discarded the boy, and looked to the girl, who had started awake at the impact of the body to the grass carpeted earth.
The girl's eyes flicked franticly and confusedly to one thing and another. Erebos softly bit his other lip, considering how this one should die. It may have been a mistake, or maybe his subconscious telling him that he wanted a chase. Upon doing that he, of course, revealed his extended, and pink tinged left fang. The girl's eyes lit up with horror, and she started to scramble away. Erebos let her. He even counted to fifteen in his head. This graveyard was the largest in the country, or at least it was when he went to sleep. Calvary Cemetery was a sprawling expanse of green in a city where even fenced in trees were rare.
So, he let her run. He would speed ahead of her to change her direction from time to time, and keep pace behind her to prod the obese teen forward. He was a hunter and warrior at heart, and they were warring within him right now. This pathetic excuse for a meal was fun enough to play with briefly, but he would allow her an honorable death in battle to regenerate his powers completely. He herded the cow, until she fell into his trap.
It was an open grave, freshly dug. She tumbled in, and he heard a limb break. It was a very nice sound really. Since he could only hear sounds of people, any sound was a treat. He jumped in after her, and saw that she was spilling his well won blood from a protruding bone in her foot. He had most of his strength back by then so he reached out and picked her up with two hands by her upper calf. He bit into the protruding bone and spat it onto the fresh dirt of the grave before sealing the wound with his mouth, and drinking her cholesterol rich blood until he could drink no more. Which was just before her heart collapsed as well. He left the bodies where they were, fully charged and thanking Nyx for the excellent meal before leaving the cemetery to learn of the state of the world.
The awakening was excruciating. It always was when he slept for more than a year. Like fire upon his soul, it was creeping all along his body. he was completely emaciated, nothing but bare skin upon bones.The year was 2030 and his Goddess had awakened him. This meant that soon, somehting big was coming. It was another time of change, and he was to be part of it, according to Nyx that is.
None of that mattered at the moment though. He needed sustenance. Rising from the grave, this time literally, always resulted in deaths. There was nothing he could do about it. The fire of hunger was driving him. It was an easy matter to ope the stone door. If there was one thing that did not leave him when he slept like this, it was the gargantuan strength that Nyx had blessed him with. The Mausoleum door moved as if it were made of mere matchsticks instead of marble. He closed the door after himself.
Nyx seemed to have impeccable timing when awakening him after a long slumber. There was always snacks to be had around him. He scanned the area, first with his ears. Three distinguishable heartbeats, right next to him. He then used his eyes, seeing swaths of pale flesh mostly covered by gothic punk attire. Two Males and a female. All young. Perhaps fifteen to seventeen. His next sense to use was smell. Their sweat smelled of total inebriation. Jagermeister if he remembered his liquor correctly. He couldn't smell anything over the stench of licorice and alcohol, but their regular breathing told him that they were unconscious because of it.
The female was a grossly obese animal, stretched out over a low grave marker, with dyed black hair and pale pasty makeup. The second and smallest of the three was dressed and pale like the rest, and would not be much of a meal, but the other two made up for that. The third was a giant for his age, easily an inch taller than Erebos himself.He was well muscled, and had a near athletic build. He was also the focus of Erebos's attention. If he wanted to replace the rags that hung off of him, he would have to be careful to not spill too much blood killing him. Plus, he needed every drop the three had to get back to working order.
Erebos extended a skeletal hand toward the big man, slipping it behind his head, with a very light touch, Until he gripped that was. His long nailed index finger plunged deep into the base of the man's skull, only producing a single twitch as he died. Like a man trying to plug a leaking dam, Erebos kept his finger in the big teen's cerebrum and lifted him until he was nearly on his feet. He languorously leaned forward, wrapping his skeletal body around the male and pierced the vein at his neck.
The torrent of flavor that rushed down his throat was exquisite. More than that, the power that flooded his body was invigorating. The rush stopped on it's own, with no beating of a heart to pump it into his mouth. That was when he started to draw it on his own. He could feel the energy of the life that had slipped away fill him with an electrifying tingle. He slowly lowered the body when all the veins in the corpse had completely collapsed in upon themselves.
Already, Erebos was starting to fill out. The blood that he had gained had gone directly to flesh him out, to regrow the muscle he had lost in the last nineteen years. He still did not have back most of the gifts that Nyx had supplied him with, but they would come with the deaths of these other two kids. Once the large boy was back on the ground, he slowly removed his hand from him with only a few drops of blood escaping the large hole his finger had made in the base of his skull. He hastily, but quietly, undressed him and donned the clothing himself. It was a near perfect match, even the nice steel toed boots that he had been wearing.
He strode over to the smaller snack and lifted him up with both hands upon his head, front and back. There was a slight popping but it was not a snapping neck. The small boy's eyes flew open, saw him and widened in absolute terror. If it hadn't been nineteen years since he had smelled terror upon a person, he wouldn't have been able to revel in this pathetic teen's terror, but it had, and he did. His hand was over the boy's mouth, and he had no sense of touch, but judging by the way his chest expanded and nostrils flared, the boy was trying to scream.
Erebos didn't give him a chance. Instead he struck, 2400 years of experience lending to his precision. His teeth struck the vein perfectly, not dipping a single millimeter past, to allow even a single drop of internal bleeding. It was a matter of moments before the small body's veins and heart collapsed because of his pulling on the boy's life blood. He roughly discarded the boy, and looked to the girl, who had started awake at the impact of the body to the grass carpeted earth.
The girl's eyes flicked franticly and confusedly to one thing and another. Erebos softly bit his other lip, considering how this one should die. It may have been a mistake, or maybe his subconscious telling him that he wanted a chase. Upon doing that he, of course, revealed his extended, and pink tinged left fang. The girl's eyes lit up with horror, and she started to scramble away. Erebos let her. He even counted to fifteen in his head. This graveyard was the largest in the country, or at least it was when he went to sleep. Calvary Cemetery was a sprawling expanse of green in a city where even fenced in trees were rare.
So, he let her run. He would speed ahead of her to change her direction from time to time, and keep pace behind her to prod the obese teen forward. He was a hunter and warrior at heart, and they were warring within him right now. This pathetic excuse for a meal was fun enough to play with briefly, but he would allow her an honorable death in battle to regenerate his powers completely. He herded the cow, until she fell into his trap.
It was an open grave, freshly dug. She tumbled in, and he heard a limb break. It was a very nice sound really. Since he could only hear sounds of people, any sound was a treat. He jumped in after her, and saw that she was spilling his well won blood from a protruding bone in her foot. He had most of his strength back by then so he reached out and picked her up with two hands by her upper calf. He bit into the protruding bone and spat it onto the fresh dirt of the grave before sealing the wound with his mouth, and drinking her cholesterol rich blood until he could drink no more. Which was just before her heart collapsed as well. He left the bodies where they were, fully charged and thanking Nyx for the excellent meal before leaving the cemetery to learn of the state of the world.
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