Post by Adrian on Aug 8, 2011 21:44:27 GMT -6
Name: Adrian Croatan
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180
Real Age: 424, appears to be 19
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Thin lips curl around Adrian's smile, which is by far his most outstanding feature. His teeth are perfectly straight and pearl white. His elongated canines emphasize this feature, taking a drastic toll to the minds of those who become his victims. His sapphire blue eyes are almost always hidden behind a pair of ivory sunglasses with matte-black lenses. His hair is short and often spiked with an 'organized-mess' being his goal. His hair grows white naturally and he dyes the roots black in an effort to hide what he considers a defect. Adrian's face is always clean and shaven, revealing the lightly tanned skin underneath.
Adrian updates his clothes with the era, wearing a white t-shirt with a black Adidas emblem under his black hoodie. This hoodie bears a golden, fanged wolf head in the center of it's back. It's the symbol of his master, and of his master's old coven after he had been in control. The hood covers the top half of the emblem when down and covers Adrian's head, hiding his eyes in it's shadows when up. He wears a pair of fitted, black jeans and a black and white checkered belt around his waist, though the belt is typically hidden by his hoodie. His shoes, black with three solid white stripes going down the sides, Adidas classics.
Adrian is 5'11, one hundred and eighty pounds. His skin has a light tan to it that grew darker in the summer back when he was mortal. He has an athletic build, though the majority of his muscle lies in his abs and legs. His speed is almost unmatched because of this and though his upper body may not be as tight as his lower it still is more than enough for him to get anything he needs to get done.
Personality:[/u] In Adrian's mind, everything is a game. The life of others is not important to him, nor is their sanity. He tends to respect people after they've proven that they should be respected; not by title, not by birth, but by actions. Adrian, unlike his master, is not a pacifist. He will not fight though because of strict orders and out of a fear for the punishments that have been inflicted on him due to past disobedience and a deep respect. However, this will not keep him from antagonizing other vampires and humans into wanting to fight him.
Adrian is sarcastic... a lot. It tends to keep him in a steady flow of trouble, and can occasionally make those who he's about to kill have one more good laugh. Humans are food to him, nothing more, nothing less, and he treats them as such. He does not play with his food, nor does he torture it. He does not waste, nor does he hold on to it. However, the hunt is his favorite part of a meal. The anticipation and the look on the face as a mortal realizes that this was their final moments is what he craved, often more than he craved the blood itself.
Adrian is almost always smiling, if he's not, something is typically seriously wrong. He very rarely loses his temper and when he does, he simply leaves. Adrian is also incredibly easily entertained.
Past: Adrian was born in England in 1568. He grew up with both his parents and a younger sister in a middle class family. His mother and sister stayed at home, he went to school, and his father worked as a carpenter as well as working in his tavern. In 1585 his parents decided to move to the 'New World.' A land across the sea that wasn't yet colonized. They wanted to start a new life there and be one of the first people to do so. What none of them realized is that that this choice would be the most fatal error of their lifetimes.
There was a man, if a man is what you could call him, on board the ship and his name was (and is) Ambrose. Ambrose was a large help on the ship as well as at the settlement. He was strong, fast, and extremely efficient at any task that he had his mind set to. He also was a vampire, and was looking for an apprentice. Ambrose set his sights on Adrian, seeing potential in the teenage boy. He turned him one night, and unleashed a bloodlust more powerful than any he had ever seen. Adrian lost control of himself, slaughtering everyone in the colony. Soldiers, workers, friends, and family. Only two survived the onslaught: Adrian, and Ambrose.
Ambrose kept Adrian secluded on the island until he as able to control himself. Soon after that, they moved to the mainland. Ambrose hunted the wildlife, Adrian hunted the indians, earning him the title Loki in their eyes. The two of them headed west soon after the Jamestown settlement, choosing to avoid the confrontation that was sure to come if the humans found out there had been survivors from Roanoke.
Sample:
((This was the intro for a onexone I started recently))
The sound of wooden wheels and horse hooves echoed through the forest. Three horse-drawn carriages filed down the narrow path, royal emblems adorning their sides, as a dark silhouette appeared from the woods, blocking off the path. The figure was cloaked in black from head to toe, with two red beads glowing from its face. The image caused the first horse to cease, a motion that the other two quickly repeated. Suddenly, arrows materialized from the forest, with three of them reaching each of the carriages’ drivers. The cloaked man began to approach the first carriage as he saw its door opening. An arrow hit steel as it met the royal guard’s armor, catching his attention for just a moment before his helmet was pulled back and cold steel met his throat. The cloaked man had brought him down instantly and turned to enter the carriage, silencing the second guard before he had time to draw his sword.
The snaps of crossbows were heard from the other two carriages and a cry erupted from the woods as one of the thieves took a bolt to the leg. “You’re kidding me,” the man in the cloak muttered before quickly leaving the carriage. He looked up to see half a dozen men approaching either side of the chariots and heard a ‘don’t damage the goods!’ from the brush that was undoubtedly their leader. The thieves forced the guards out of the cabins and executed them, but knocked out the nobles to use them as bartering tools instead.
“Good job men,” a rugged man who stood at a near seven feet said as he emerged from the woods, “Adrian, status report.”
The cloaked man’s glowing eyes went faint before he lowered his hood, revealing straight mid-length blonde hair that hanged in strands over his emerald eyes. “Well, looks like five nobles and six dead guards. There are two chests in the middle car and one on both of the outside ones. The nobles both are tied, gagged, and loaded into the middle carriage. Also,” Adrian pulled his cloak open, revealing a black leather vest with a matching cotton pair of pants, and pulled two small scrolls from his cloak, “these were also confiscated; one from each of them.”
The leader smiled as he took them from Adrian and opened one. His smile broadened as he roughly patted Adrian on the back, “dress your best boys! We’re going to a ball!” The man began to laugh hysterically as he hopped onto the front carriage and grabbed the reigns, “gather the armor then back to base men!”
***time-lapse***
“So… who’s going to be the nobles?” Adrian asked as he looked around the torch lit caverns that had become his home. His eyes scanned each member of their group until he caught sight of a couple people who had been servants to a family of royals and were captured by the group in order to be used as bartering pieces. However, the royals had forsaken their long faithful servants and in turn the servants asked if they could join the group. “You two, do you know the customs behind royal masquerades?”
“Of course,” a man in his mid-thirties replied, “I had to have them memorized in order to help cater them and help train my old masters.”
“Good thinking Adrian,” the boss, Khorne, responded. “You two, are you willing to take the most dangerous portion of the task? Also, Adrian, are you willing to head up the second team?”
“Sir,” was the uniformed reply of the three.
“Good.. here’s how this is going to happen then…”
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180
Real Age: 424, appears to be 19
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Thin lips curl around Adrian's smile, which is by far his most outstanding feature. His teeth are perfectly straight and pearl white. His elongated canines emphasize this feature, taking a drastic toll to the minds of those who become his victims. His sapphire blue eyes are almost always hidden behind a pair of ivory sunglasses with matte-black lenses. His hair is short and often spiked with an 'organized-mess' being his goal. His hair grows white naturally and he dyes the roots black in an effort to hide what he considers a defect. Adrian's face is always clean and shaven, revealing the lightly tanned skin underneath.
Adrian updates his clothes with the era, wearing a white t-shirt with a black Adidas emblem under his black hoodie. This hoodie bears a golden, fanged wolf head in the center of it's back. It's the symbol of his master, and of his master's old coven after he had been in control. The hood covers the top half of the emblem when down and covers Adrian's head, hiding his eyes in it's shadows when up. He wears a pair of fitted, black jeans and a black and white checkered belt around his waist, though the belt is typically hidden by his hoodie. His shoes, black with three solid white stripes going down the sides, Adidas classics.
Adrian is 5'11, one hundred and eighty pounds. His skin has a light tan to it that grew darker in the summer back when he was mortal. He has an athletic build, though the majority of his muscle lies in his abs and legs. His speed is almost unmatched because of this and though his upper body may not be as tight as his lower it still is more than enough for him to get anything he needs to get done.
Personality:[/u] In Adrian's mind, everything is a game. The life of others is not important to him, nor is their sanity. He tends to respect people after they've proven that they should be respected; not by title, not by birth, but by actions. Adrian, unlike his master, is not a pacifist. He will not fight though because of strict orders and out of a fear for the punishments that have been inflicted on him due to past disobedience and a deep respect. However, this will not keep him from antagonizing other vampires and humans into wanting to fight him.
Adrian is sarcastic... a lot. It tends to keep him in a steady flow of trouble, and can occasionally make those who he's about to kill have one more good laugh. Humans are food to him, nothing more, nothing less, and he treats them as such. He does not play with his food, nor does he torture it. He does not waste, nor does he hold on to it. However, the hunt is his favorite part of a meal. The anticipation and the look on the face as a mortal realizes that this was their final moments is what he craved, often more than he craved the blood itself.
Adrian is almost always smiling, if he's not, something is typically seriously wrong. He very rarely loses his temper and when he does, he simply leaves. Adrian is also incredibly easily entertained.
Past: Adrian was born in England in 1568. He grew up with both his parents and a younger sister in a middle class family. His mother and sister stayed at home, he went to school, and his father worked as a carpenter as well as working in his tavern. In 1585 his parents decided to move to the 'New World.' A land across the sea that wasn't yet colonized. They wanted to start a new life there and be one of the first people to do so. What none of them realized is that that this choice would be the most fatal error of their lifetimes.
There was a man, if a man is what you could call him, on board the ship and his name was (and is) Ambrose. Ambrose was a large help on the ship as well as at the settlement. He was strong, fast, and extremely efficient at any task that he had his mind set to. He also was a vampire, and was looking for an apprentice. Ambrose set his sights on Adrian, seeing potential in the teenage boy. He turned him one night, and unleashed a bloodlust more powerful than any he had ever seen. Adrian lost control of himself, slaughtering everyone in the colony. Soldiers, workers, friends, and family. Only two survived the onslaught: Adrian, and Ambrose.
Ambrose kept Adrian secluded on the island until he as able to control himself. Soon after that, they moved to the mainland. Ambrose hunted the wildlife, Adrian hunted the indians, earning him the title Loki in their eyes. The two of them headed west soon after the Jamestown settlement, choosing to avoid the confrontation that was sure to come if the humans found out there had been survivors from Roanoke.
Sample:
((This was the intro for a onexone I started recently))
The sound of wooden wheels and horse hooves echoed through the forest. Three horse-drawn carriages filed down the narrow path, royal emblems adorning their sides, as a dark silhouette appeared from the woods, blocking off the path. The figure was cloaked in black from head to toe, with two red beads glowing from its face. The image caused the first horse to cease, a motion that the other two quickly repeated. Suddenly, arrows materialized from the forest, with three of them reaching each of the carriages’ drivers. The cloaked man began to approach the first carriage as he saw its door opening. An arrow hit steel as it met the royal guard’s armor, catching his attention for just a moment before his helmet was pulled back and cold steel met his throat. The cloaked man had brought him down instantly and turned to enter the carriage, silencing the second guard before he had time to draw his sword.
The snaps of crossbows were heard from the other two carriages and a cry erupted from the woods as one of the thieves took a bolt to the leg. “You’re kidding me,” the man in the cloak muttered before quickly leaving the carriage. He looked up to see half a dozen men approaching either side of the chariots and heard a ‘don’t damage the goods!’ from the brush that was undoubtedly their leader. The thieves forced the guards out of the cabins and executed them, but knocked out the nobles to use them as bartering tools instead.
“Good job men,” a rugged man who stood at a near seven feet said as he emerged from the woods, “Adrian, status report.”
The cloaked man’s glowing eyes went faint before he lowered his hood, revealing straight mid-length blonde hair that hanged in strands over his emerald eyes. “Well, looks like five nobles and six dead guards. There are two chests in the middle car and one on both of the outside ones. The nobles both are tied, gagged, and loaded into the middle carriage. Also,” Adrian pulled his cloak open, revealing a black leather vest with a matching cotton pair of pants, and pulled two small scrolls from his cloak, “these were also confiscated; one from each of them.”
The leader smiled as he took them from Adrian and opened one. His smile broadened as he roughly patted Adrian on the back, “dress your best boys! We’re going to a ball!” The man began to laugh hysterically as he hopped onto the front carriage and grabbed the reigns, “gather the armor then back to base men!”
***time-lapse***
“So… who’s going to be the nobles?” Adrian asked as he looked around the torch lit caverns that had become his home. His eyes scanned each member of their group until he caught sight of a couple people who had been servants to a family of royals and were captured by the group in order to be used as bartering pieces. However, the royals had forsaken their long faithful servants and in turn the servants asked if they could join the group. “You two, do you know the customs behind royal masquerades?”
“Of course,” a man in his mid-thirties replied, “I had to have them memorized in order to help cater them and help train my old masters.”
“Good thinking Adrian,” the boss, Khorne, responded. “You two, are you willing to take the most dangerous portion of the task? Also, Adrian, are you willing to head up the second team?”
“Sir,” was the uniformed reply of the three.
“Good.. here’s how this is going to happen then…”