Post by Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon) on Mar 4, 2012 14:56:05 GMT -5
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Alex, Bidlyatenov. Charon.
REMEMBERING THE PAST
>>full name: Alexi Bidlynatenov.
>>nicknames: Charon, Alex, Lex
>>date of birth:1/1/1900
>>age:Perpetually 17
>>date of change: 31/12/1917
>>occupation: Survival? Roaming around, envying the vegetarians, envying the humans, finding new ways to kill people using the darkness.
>>hometown: Moscow, Russia
>>species: Vampire
>>abilities:
Darkness Manipulation
Alexi never was scared of the dark even as a small child, he'd been that kid that was able to sit there in his room and marvel at the items and faces created by the shadows rather than fear them as he grew older, he came to relish being in the darkness, feeling it physically around him, his power was a direct result of that need to just hide somewhere in the dark and never be found.
He has yet to realise the true extent of his power and the effects it can have on others, he had certainly used it to kill both humans and shifters but unfortunately not acquired either the actual raw power itself or the knowledge on how to eliminate a vampire due to their incredibly tough skins and the fact that they're quite to constrict due to their strength and speed.
Alexi is of course at home with his power when he's in almost pitch darkness, but anything that doesn't constitute direct light upon his person can allow him to use his power to it's full force. The darkness that he controls cannot pass through an open light it cannot touch a light and vanishes completely as soon as a light hits it. He can form all manner of physical shapes with it, including thick snake like tendrils with glowing eyes and very very sharp teeth. His power tends to gel well with his vampirism and he's often seen holding a knife or another human weapon if only to use it to take out any potential light sources that could inhibit his power's use.
Furthermore he can use his power to create more tangible objects or less tangible ones and as long as the place he wishes to create something darkness related is within eyesight and not very well lit, it's very possible that if he can see down a dark street he could create something quite far away.
It becomes harder to create shapes the further they are away from him and after maybe five hundred yards next to impossible without a fresh meal and a lot of concentration and even then it's sketchy at best. The most powerful creations are those that seem to come from his body themselves, though they do not rip through clothing the tendrils that seem to grow just from below his shoulder blades are incredibly dangerous, capable of squeezing, ripping, disemboweling and pulling apart humans and other creatures just as well. It's a hard effort to maintain his creations past four or five hours and that he's especially strong after a fresh meal, however if you find yourself trapped in a dark alleyway with a pale boy staring back at you and gnashing sounds coming from his shoulders, it's best to seek out light as quickly as possible.
TRANSITIONING
>>height: 5'9
>>weight: 140 pounds
>>hair: Quite long and black.
>>eyes: Deep, blood Red.
>>general appearance:
Alexi has always had long black hair, he was born with a full head of downy black hair that covered his head and gave him an oddly mature look for his age, his hair having frozen in time along with his age is still long, a little thick at the top and quite thin towards the bottom, having maintained it's natural thickness through his transformation, there has never been a second at which Alexi has stopped for a second to brush a strand out of his face, or mess around with it or pour gel and mousse and straighten it. It's just perfect, it hangs a little above his head as if it's been teased and frames his flawless pale face, his red eyes obscured often by icy blue contacts are vivid, attractive, they shine out of that pale face as two spots of blood on a white t-shirt.
He is quite thin, frail looking and for a vampire fragile. His control over darkness, is his strength in this regard, allowing to bring up physical, thick masses of the stuff to catch punches, kicks, blows... etc. But the lithe body hides his true strength, despite being quite fragile looking he's muscled, athletic and just as strong as the next vampire if not moreso when he's shrouded by darkness.
He has a confident look about him, he is attractive particularly (( much to his own upset)) teenage girls who seem to find the look that he sports all the rage. He maintains his confident air and often dresses in two colours, black and white. White t-shirts, black jeans, black shirts, white jeans. He loves his rosary beads and he's never seen without a set wrapped tightly round his neck hanging there a silver cross the only thing he has left of his family. It's a very expensive set of beads that he's added too over the years, replacing broken string, changing the beads for more personalised ones. A single black bead hangs above the cross as a permanent reminder that he is the darkness, the night shadow.
With flawless features and good style considering it consists of a few sets of the same worn clothes he pulls it off quite well and he often looks quite innocent and cute when he smiles, particularly with those red eyes obscured by the blue of his contacts. He could charm almost any human, but vampires the companions he truly wants.
>>face claim: Andy Biersack
THE CHANGE
>>likes:
Human Blood
Animal Blood
Being in the dark
The occasional walk in the forest to just relax
Hunting
Running
Reading
Singing
Friends
Learning how to better control his power
Controlling his lust for human blood
Companionship
His rosary beads
>>dislikes:
Being alone
Getting angry with people and potentially killing them because of his power.
Being controlled by his addiction for human blood
Not finding anyone who'd find him attractive
Having no money at all.
Losing friends
Hurting innocent people
Being caught by the Volturi
Vampires who judge him because of his lust for human blood
People who don't give him a chance to be good
People who look at his power and immediately believe he's some sort of evil.
People who don't have Faith
>>strengths:
His belief that no matter what he does and how stupid, unintelligent and murderous the acts he commits that he'll always have his faith to fall back on. No matter what. Every single time he's slipped up or done wrong, or killed a human for anything other than their blood he always can rely on his rosary beads and a quiet night spent in a church praying silently to make him feel better. His faith is his shield and his convictions are his weapons. He won't back down from anyone as long as he believes he is in the right and that his faith in God will keep him safe and sound. Even despite being undead he believes that his soul is his own and that only someone in their right mind would question that.
His intelligence, he has a powerful brain, he was a champion chess player as a thirteen year old and apparently has an IQ well over a hundred if not higher, he can speak both Russian and English very fluently though his English is quite accented as he's only recently picked the language up and is still learning a few of the nuances. His rather long age despite his young face has granted him a little wisdom to go with that intelligence though not much more than a normal seventeen year old boy would possess.
He finds solace in his own loneliness, he finds that time and time again he's been let down, left out in the cold night air by someone he cared about after being independent of anyone for so long he's come to accept and deal with that loneliness, despite the occasional pang of upset at the idea that no one wants him.
>>weaknesses:
He's still seventeen, at least mentally, despite all the intelligence, the ninety years of life, he's still only a boy, he has no idea what his place in the world will be and he has no idea about getting a job, a girlfriend, staying in school...etc. He's just a lonely teenager still and he's not really had anybody since the day he was bitten.
He's got no money, no way of making money and no-where to sleep. He only tends to go for the down and outs of society, the evil people, the muggers, the psychopaths, the rapists etc. But should a human start to bleed in front of him especially in the dark he'll have a very hard time dealing with it at all. Especially without anyone to help him get over it.
He's completely alone, he never has had a girlfriend, ((he'd never tell you that)) he's never even kissed a girl romantically, he has no idea how to handle any sort of relation or companionship and he's even less family trained and used to living outdoors in the trees, not having to wash his clothes or find shelter he does pretty well for himself.
>>habits/quirks:
Bite his lip and stutter his words when he's nervous.
Play with his rosary beads when he's thinking deeply.
>>fears:
Being unmasked as a human killing vampire in school
Having to kill an innocent human being
>>secrets:
He blames himself for his parents deaths
>>personality:
Charon hates vegetarians. It's not because of their dietary choice or the way they'd look down on him, it's because of the fact that they seemingly have something he doesn't they're guilt-free, strong willed, they're better than him or so he thinks. He has problems with people being better than him and he just can't deal with drinking from alcohol soaked evil human beings who are at the end of their lives anyway well, they would be maybe in a few hours or days or whatever. Charon doesn't like to bother himself with innocent humans, he hasn't made many friends at Forks high and is considered a bit of a social outcast.
He can be a little patronising at times, due to his high intelligence he finds himself looking at people with rather perplexed looks when they don't immediately understand the same things he does. He finds it hard to believe that people are less intelligent than he is if only because of his low self-confidence and his poor self-image.
He tends to be caring and considerate of people he considers friends and a little frosty with those he doesn't, his personality however is a little confused particularly when it comes to Women. When he was first turned, he'd yet to even have real contact with a girl he found attractive let alone kiss or hold hands with them, he has no idea how to romance or how to make a girl interested. He's relied thus far on his eyes, his smile and his beautiful face to rope all but the most intelligent, streetwise of girls.
He's also quite naive of what to expect from both women and a family, having only really ever had a very elusive mother for any sort of parentage and having never really had a girlfriend he's still very awkward in both family and and intimate situations which can be adorable but also quite dangerous when it comes to his power.
BEFORE THE BITE
>>mother: Elena Bidlyatenov, N/A, Industrial worker
>>father: N/A
>>siblings:N/A
>>other:N/A
>>history:
(( his early life has been left out for character development in the roleplay ))
Charon's life changed when he was just seventeen years old, on the very cusp of his birthday, his eighteenth birthday the year that everything would've been easier. He was found, hiding in the dark of an alleyway a knife in his hand, long, lank, greasy black hair obscuring a pale, but pretty face. He had picked the wrong noble to assault that night, sharp knife in hand he'd held it to the nobles throat a thin pale hand grasping the woman's face urging her to hand over her valuables. Alexi didn't know what had hit him till it was much too late. He woke up three months later and warm. Warmer than he had felt when he had gone to sleep.
He had felt stronger more alive, much more alive. But thirsty, very thirsty, So thirsty that when he saw someone walking, he thought he could hear their heartbeat, their blood pump through their veins, it all happened in seconds, dark tendrils with gnashing teeth and glowing eyes had ravaged the stranger, ripping him to shreds eating his heart and Charon had dived on the still shuddering corpse drinking it's blood hungrily, wantonly, spilling the stuff on his new, flaweless pale face, blood dried, froze on his face giving it a red sheen for a few hours till he had licked it and wiped it off with his fingers a day later. The body had been mangled beyond all recognition and the only way the man was identified was his style of shoe and suit.
And this was but one of the many murders Alexi committed during his time in Russia, his power over the Darkness grew he could control it form creatures from it it, shapes, protect himself. He was powerful. But he still avoided the light even moreso than most vampires due to that power, he became more nomadic as the murders around Moscow and the surrounding villages became closer linked and more tied together by the ever vigilant Soviet spy agency. He crossed the Bering Strait out of Siberia and into America.
He had never felt colder and even though it was almost perpetually dark and he could use the darkness to help him cross, it was hard. So hard and when he finally climbed ashore in Alaska he was tired and he was hungry and he took his anger out on the first animal to cross his path a bear.. the animal didn't fight particularly well, not in the light as Alexi toyed with it and not in the dark as his tendrils rapidly enveloped the poor animal crushed it's rib cage and ate it's heart Charon gorged himself for hours, sucking the poor Grizzly dry.
And so he'd made his way down through Alaska towards this town Forks, he'd cut a slightly bloody swathe drinking and murdering criminals and homeless people. Only those he considered to be the true dregs of society, not useful to anyone any longer.
He didn't want that anymore, he didn't want to be a human drinker he's already starting to have slightly damaging flashbacks and paining hallucinations during school-time, anymore and people may start to become suspicious and more than not the suspicious people disappear in extremely macabre circumstances with their hearts missing and parts of them destroyed.
OUT OF CHARACTER
>>alias: James
>>age: 18
>>experience: 7 years
>>other characters: None
>>how to contact you: PM me
>>how you found us: Googling
>>did you read the rules? Yesroleplay sample:It was odd. He certainly found it odd, he found it incredibly odd that he was here at a fashionable school ball, very under-dressed as far as he believed, young boys and girls were walking past the amber eyed vampires, he felt human eyes tracing patterns on the tight black jeans, a little loose on his leg, but still tight enough to show that he was incredibly muscular and he could tell that most of the eyes that were on his impressive figure where female and those owned by some of the more jealous male students burned with a little resentment, clearly because of the attention he was tracking. He could make out other pale faces, he didn't recognise any of them, he could see a single vampire a human girl with deep brown eyes staring deeply at him, lovingly. He knew enough of vampire politics to know who these two people were. Adjusting his booted feet slightly he drank some water, swallowing it as quickly as possible if only to avoid the disgusting taste that rose up deep from within his stomach. He swallowed once more to vanquish any idea of the poor taste, his tongue flicking against bottom lip wetting it slightly. So many hearts, so many beating hearts. So much blood..... human... blood. That dark voice in the very back of his mind that he had long ago conquered stirred with weak words. He quashed it again. He was about as likely to drink from a human as he was of ever seeing Roger Timothy again.
His history with Timothy, was the stuff of Vampire legend, at least in Western Europe. It had been the kind of war among their race that nobody thought would ever leave the deserts and streets of the Southern United States. Jovian had foregone his oath and drank from many humans, strengthening him, turning them into newborns, using them. Timothy had destroyed his army. Forced him into a deal. A deal that in of itself became a byword for Timothy's ruthlessness and capricious nature. Called the Roman Deal, it had bound Jovian to almost eternal servitude to Timothy unless the now broken Roman vampire delivered Roger a fresh, warm human woman. Something Jovian refused to do and would continue to refuse to do. Contenting himself with carrying out Timothy's dirty work, killing his enemies, training his men. Then he found Jasper Denmark, the man had saved him from Roger's tyranny by finding a very awkward loophole which eventually saved Jovian from the older vampire's grasp. The document that the two had written Jovian named the Denmark resolution and he was sure he had pictures of it and the document itself in his vault.
He'd have to get better security for the vault there were some amazing pieces of art, weapons, pieces of armour, so many beautiful artifacts that he wanted to protect, guard. Pieces of history, precious items that had such personal significance. He was reminded of his memoirs, his notebooks, the books he'd saved from the reformation in Germany and England. Some of the articles he had were one of a kind and many were first editions that held information, languages that were completely unknown to the modern historian. He realised that one day he would open his vault to the public. Perhaps sell it all to a museum of his choice for two dollars. One dollar for Jovian having looked after it and another for the power of the information held. It wasn't that Jovian didn't value his possessions, he had grown slightly weary of all the war paraphanlia, the swords, the guns, the breast plates, the masks, the paintings that reminded me him of battles long since passed into obscurity. He had seen copies of his paintings in museums with labels that detailed the history he had forged for himself on the field of war.
He was known to humans only as the 'Pale Soldier' he had once had a real name, but that had long since been lost to the sands of time, swallowed into the legend that he had become. He figured if any of these students were to eventually major in American History, they'd find out about how he'd fought in wars both for and against America, how he'd turned the tide against the infamous Redcoats at the battle of Fort Carrillon. How he'd been present for the War of Independence. How he'd lined up in his splendidly ornamental blue uniform in a sea of grey minutemen. His musket glimmering, his bayonet sharpened, tipped and coated in diamond. He turned the entire battle of bunker hill when he routed an entire British battalion smashing it's officer and standard bearer aside with the butt of his musket, whirling around, destroying bodies with his powerful body. He had scars from that incident, where he had been shot numerous times and fought on. His body healing pushing the lead round bullets out of his flawless body.
He wouldn't be a good soldier without some good scars, he was pondering the battle of Carillon and how he had dragged a cannon across the field to allow it to pour canister shot (( essentially a giant buckshot)) into the British soldiers and their native allies. He heard a rather odd song interrupt the usual school dance/prom type music. It was an older song and he made out a woman in pink dancing quite frantically and clearly enjoying it. She finished the dance to much aplomb from the students. She looked more like a teacher as he could tell from some of the more lustful looks from the male students. Approaching her with the casual confidence that being completely beautiful as well as having a french accent brought about. He spoke to her as she kneeled slightly on the floor. Offering a pale hand with scarred knuckles to her "You...errr... needing a...er.. hand?" his accent only drew a few more curious eyes from the ladies and only caused more resentment amongst the men "Jovian.... Jovian Erasmus," his name flowed out of his mouth like a river, Jo-vi-on....his voice was nice to listen to, the smile was even better. The dimples at his cheeks compiled with the perfect whiteness of his teeth, an almost audible sigh emanated from a girl within eyeshot.
(( from another site hope it's okay))
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