Post by delacoix on Apr 3, 2010 0:21:40 GMT -5
I WILL NOT DIE IN THE NIGHT BUT IN THE LIGHT OF THE
DELACOIX DuRÊVE
[/color]DELACOIX DuRÊVE
SUN WITH THE ASHES OF THIS WORLD IN MY LUNGS[/color]
WE COME TO HONOR
TO STAND OR DIE
TO PASS THE HOURS
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NAME: Delacoix DuRêve
AGE: 391, appearing 19
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PLAY-BY: Joe Brooks
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EYE COLOR: Black[/color]
WEIGHT: 166lb
HEIGHT: 5'11"
HAIR: Straight, dirty blond hair, natural highlights
APPEARANCE:
Delacoix loves to look good. A difficult task given the state of the world and the availability of fine products. Nevertheless, Delacoix has managed to accumulate a few finer products, enough to kep himself grudgingly satisfied with his apparel. Clothing is kept simple; light silk vestments in monochromatic colors. Accessories are eclectic, always changing with his mood. Rarely will he allow himself to wear an ensemble he's worn before.
More important than what, is how. Delacoix carries himself with the stereo-typical composure of a Vampire, one of confidence, and of purpose. There is no boyish charm that those who look his age share, no cockiness associated with his kin. Only the cold, calculating eyes, reflecting a life of combat and distrust.
WEAPONRY:
In the profession of tracking, abducting, and assassinating, one requires versatility in their tools. An assassins weaponry speaks volumes about the wielders personality. As a Vampire, Delacoix always feels the need to look better than the rest - not that anyone lives to tell the tale anyways.
Delacoix is a traditionalist, which those with insight can gather from his dueling daggers. Intricate 16th century steel, with intricate hand-guards for parrying, are routinely kept at the waist. They're neither extremely long, nor extremely sharp. In fact, they're not really potent weapons at all, as cutting would be an impossibility with these daggers. They are meant for, as their name suggests, parrying. And piercing, should a favorable condition arise for Delacoix.
Delacoix's favor is not in his melee prowess. Instead, his preference falls upon ranged weaponry. While many in modern times would select some sort of firearm for such a task, once again, traditionalism takes its toll, as does the availability of more modern equipment. For centuries, Delacoix has used a composite longbow to achieve his goals. This bow has changed dramatically throughout the years, resulting in the cutting edge construction he owns today. The weapon is collapsible, with a retractable wire. It's composition is not one of wood, but of synthetics, plastics, metals, and other components that give it an edge of the norm. Where a regular composite bow may have a draw weight of 200lb, his is nearly 300lb. That's almost a third of a ton of pressure forcing its way through the tip of the arrow.
The arrows are actually the part of the puzzle that grant the required versatility. Where assassins of old would use poisons to lace their weaponry to create the desired effect, Delacoix has interchangeable arrow heads, each with a significantly different purpose. Silver tipped arrows for lycans, onyx heads for a shattering effect of speedy immortals, even arrows laced with holy water for the destruction of his own kind (great care is taken with these arrows for obvious reasons). Sadly, the stocks of such weaponry are running low, resulting their usage only in situations when Delacoix feels there is no other choice than death.
(Such things will only be used during threads in regions where Delacoix can be dealt a coup de grace, and/or at moderator disgression.)
EQUIPMENT:
Delacoix's additional equipment varies too much to be detailed here, as it's usually situational and short-lived.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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PERSONALITY
Delacoix is always a quiet person. While he has the capability to be social, he more or less retains it. Instead, Delacoix prefers to listen and learn, rather than let his lips flap about uselessly. The Vampire shies away from all manner of social events unless compelled otherwise by a power he does not control. Mysterious. Coy. Unobtainable. He is not kind, nor is he cruel - unless you're a Vampire.[/blockquote][/color]
Vampires receive no respect from Delacoix. Unless there is a very strong reason otherwise, he goes out of his way to make sure every Vampire he meets ends up dead. It is with them that he will suddenly light up, becoming an incredibly social and lovable person, right up until the point where he finds an exploitable weakness. Vampires deserve nothing short of death, to Delacoix.
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MOTHER:Alfina DuRêve, deceased
FATHER:Pierre DuRêve, deceased
SIBLINGS:
Delacoix is rumored to have a sister, but he can not confirm this, nor that she still lives.[/blockquote]
OTHER:
Delacoix routinely ventures around with Ghost, a human that he turned himself only weeks ago. The individual was found, bleeding to death in one of the many streets, begging for life. Seeing this as an opportunity to have someone bound to him, a sort of willing slave, Delacoix advocated for his turn (the first ever that Delacoix had performed). Ghost is young, barely 20, and very enthusiastic about sticking close to Delacoix in these frightful times. While Delacoix doesn't particularily appreciate people leeching off himself, or Vampires for that matter, he tolerates Ghost simply as someone to watch this back. They have an agreement that after six months, Delacoix would part from him and he would become another target, just like other Vampires.[/blockquote]
There is little stopping Delacoix from tearing Ghost apart. Should Ghost fail in some manner, or prove his worth to be less than the satisfaction of his destruction, his death will come prior to the abandonment.
HISTORY:
Delacoix lived a relatively regular life until his turn. He was born in a lower class family, where he was sent off to a bording school at a young age. It was here that he spent most of his time up until the age of 19.
It was at this age that Delacoix learned how his parents managed to send him to this school. He had always known they did not have the money, but when he asked in his letters home just how they managed, he never received a reply. What they never told him was that they went to a powerful French coven of Vampires for aid, promising them monthly payments for life in exchange for paying the Delacoix's tuition. They also failed to warn him that they had missed a payment.
On his first trip home since he was sent to the school, his caravan was attacked by these Vampires. Many of them. They ripped apart the group, killing each traveler save Delacoix. Delacoix fought his hardest, but still managed to succumb to a bite. They had succeeded in turning Delacoix, their interpretation of payment.
But Delacoix would not be controlled.
The Vampire fled the scene, as quickly as possible. Careful to avoid any contact with civilization. For years, he remained in hiding, waiting for the day that they would once again find him. To come and claim him. For years, he lived in silent paranoia. But they never came.
In this time alone, Delacoix continued to hone his skills. It was during this time that he learned how to sustain himself, to fight, and to create things he needed from the world around him. And so time passed in relative isolation, fearing contact with any individual. Humans, he would strike down and consume. Vampires, aiming destroy him to settle the debt of his parents.
Centuries later, Delacoix was consumed with the need to justify his own existence. To make amends for every immoral action committed, and to be committed. Delacoix refused to hunt humans, when he could, instead feeding from wild game. He refused to be the terrible monster that so many before him grew complacent with.
This burning passion for morality led Delacoix to participate in both World War I and II. In both, he banded with a few other Vampires he discovered, dedicated to protecting anyone they could, rather than killing those deemed evil. Many lives were sparred thanks to their selfless actions. All for nothing more than thanks.
After the second world war, Delacoix decided it was time to move away from Europe, deeming the presence of other Vampires, and in particular, the coven that may or may not have forgotten him, too strong. Said coven operates as an operative of the Bressis coven, Vampires seeking to impose their rule over all. No doubt they would have quarrels with his escape, his refute to their laws, and his kin killing ways. With no other options, he boarded a ship set for North America, hoping to find some place to be recognized for his actions without the fear looming over him.
He did not find it. Many more years passed, of thankless deeds being performed at incredible personal risk. He slowly began to question himself, his motives and desires. If living such a righteous life was truly a life of purpose. It helped nobody, and hindered himself. His belief in god was long shattered. And there was no fear of reprimand after death, as Delacoix was by all rights immortal. Why was he doing this?
Epiphany.
From this point on, Delacoix simply stopped caring. He did what he felt like, because he felt like it. He cared not for the opinions or needs of others. This is not to say he grew cruel, but distant. Actions were carried out based upon personal gain, nothing more.
The years following were spent minding his own business. The quarrels of men, lycans, vampires and eventually angels, all unfolded around him. Delacoix kept away from others, others he wasn't seeking to kill. Only when Delacoix noticed that both his own kind and those he fed upon were growing more and more scarce did his actions become less discrete. Forced to show himself to the world, and to take action of some sort. Of course, not any action in favor of his own kind. But time would tell.
When Delacoix is not tracking or researching a mark, he is hunting his own kind. Delacoix loathes all Vampires. There is no room in his heart for forgiveness, for the life they stole from him. He does everything in his power to kill another. He'll even travel to another city, on nothing more than a rumor of a Vampire existing there. No mercy.
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NAME/ALIAS:Delacoix
EXPLAIN YOURSELF:
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RP SAMPLE:
The Academy was nothing short of an amazing place. A refuge for those deemed different; a house of learning and protection. It was here that so many found solice and purpose in their lives, many coming to learn about themselves, their powers, and how they can impact the world.
Delacoix needed none of this.
He was not even a student within the school, though his teenage looks made him seem otherwise. This evening, the Vampire was sporting a black sift shirt with matching slacks. Carefully placed sunglasses lay upon spiked dirty blond hair, where they always stayed. He couldn't remember the last time he actually used them as anything but an accessory.
The Corperation had worked its magic in getting Delacoix inside. Registered him, gotten him his living quarters, and basically everything else needed to keep questions away from him when he entered. As far as he was informed, attending classes weren't mandatory, nor was any sort of attendance. In theory, one could exist within the walls of this institution without actually being forced into any sort of event. Which was desired, when your job here had nothing to do with learning.
Soft footsteps fell upon deaf ears withing the large antechamber of the Academy. Though there were not as many individuals strolling about as there were during the afternoon hours, it was nonetheless busy. Groups of people, talking animatedly or playing some sort of game, lined the walls of the beautiful room. None paying any sort of attention to Delacoix, which was of course, fine. Going unnoticed made the task laid before Delacoix that much simpler. Social complication never really suited him anyways.
With a small small suitcase in his left hand, containing many armaments and tools layered beneath clothing, Delacoix pushed slowly through the hall. Careful to take his time, not only to not draw any attention to himself, but to take in everything he could about this place that he could. Though he'd been a driving force behind the last raid upon the building, all of his informatio was, until now, external. Armed with knowledge of the inner workings of the facility, the second raid could only be more potent, yes?
But the next raid was not going to be any time soon. For the time being, Delacoix needed to focus more upon a target. Fumbling about the pocket of his slacks, cold hands retrieved the Blackberry so kindly purchased by the Corperation, to which the briefing of his latest job had been sent.
Rêve;
PROJECT LOOKING GLASS;;
Simply put, Rêve, you're organizing the second attack. This time, we're going to be more successful; greater numbers detained, less loss of life, less awareness. You're in charge of seeing to those three points going smoothly. Furthermore, you need to find us a gifted of particular value. Next briefing after target is a acquired.[/blockquote][/color]
Lips curled into a slight smile as the device was put back away. There was no doubt in his mind that Delacoix was going to have some fun with this one. Find a promising Gifted, one of social value to the Academy and research value to the Corperation...
As if on cue, (and it was, thanks a swift, unseen kick) the Vampires case erupted open, with clothes spilling everywhere infront of himself. His weaponry and anything else that would make such a chance meeting unfortunate was safely stowed in hideen compartments. Exaggerating a face of frustrating, a low sigh escaped his cold lips as he bent over to begin picking up his garments. Hopefully someone would be decent enough to come over and lend him a hand. After all, who can resist a face like his?[/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]