Post by Volatilis on Feb 22, 2013 18:07:38 GMT -5
Player Title: V
Full Birth Name:
Drake Tetrais
Alias/ nickname:
Volatilis, or V for short
Race:
Vampire
Gender:
Male
Age:
50
Physical Appearance:
V stands a whole 5'4 and looks more like fifteen or sixteen. His long blue-black hair goes down to mid back and is usually tied back in a braid. His eyes are a deep blue-green that look more green in contrast to his dark, navy blue hair.
He wears a long black leather jacket with green dragons embroidered around the high collar, bottoms of the sleeves and the bottom of the jacket and finally, a pair of green wings embroidered down the back. The jacket has a deep hood and when zipped up, the collar covers his face to just below his eyes and the deep hood shadows the rest. Aside from the jacket he's usually found in a pair of dark colored jeans and a dark green turtle neck.
Personality Traits:
Tends to be a slight bit unstable and extremely manipulative. He often twists truths and once he decides he wants something will stop at absolutely nothing to get his hands on it even if it might end up killing him. He more often than not has a good ten or twenty back up plans made up on the spot. He rarely falls asleep alone, or for more than a couple hours, usually staying up for hours on end to refine and fiddle with plans and different directions they could go along with how to make sure things stay on track. Regardless of those around him he often has a very one track mind and own agenda.
Weaponry:
Chaos; Looks something like a giant cleaver/machete with a hook on the end. A button in the handle will cause it to shatter and send pieces of it flying in all kinds of directions, and put back together manually.
Wraith; A rapier, the hilt and guard of which is a dragon from head to just below the wings
Extras:
Spare shards for Chaos in the event one or two go missing, stuck in something to the point of not coming out, or V is not willing to try and get it back
History Summary:
Drake grew up for a while with two lovey dovey parents in the late 1990s, early 2000s. His father was fascinated with dragons and he was extremely sheltered up to about his fourteenth birthday. A few weeks prior on a bit of a road trip toward a theme park he'd been dieing to go to for most of his life, one of the tires of the little car blew out. His father ended up impaled on a tree branch, and his Mother managed to get the two of them to a little gas station. There they met an odd man, and learned the place had been abandoned for many years, and essentially turned into the mans little hide away, after he bought the little plot of land when the previous owners left and turning it into a fairly cozy little place. And so with the sun setting they stayed the night.
When V woke, he found himself in a large pool of blood. His mothers throat was torn out and the strange man was no where to be seen. Eventually after finding his father, the police found V curled up in a cupboard, scared out of his mind and nearly starved to death.
After about a week the boy was sent to live with his godmother; a woman in a black shroud he knew as Key. The place where she lived was an enormous, creepy mansion that easily could have been strait out of a horror film. There she lived with a young girl in green leather who worked in the lab in the basement as her apprentice, a red haired boy who generally kept to himself and a woman in red who bossed around many dressed up tail coated butler looking guys. It was here that he learned about vampires, he often watched his godmother in slight horror as she downed glasses of red liquid at the table, he was well aware contained blood.
When his godmothers apprentice seemed to be stalking him he started having as it began to turn into almost a kind of hide and seek. Catching her here and there, and watching her dart off, and after a while he started cornering her, and listening to the strangest excuses, that usually made no sense what so ever, and he found himself wondering exactly how in the world his strict godmother and the hyper little psychopath he now knew as Meep ever got along.
It wasn't long before Key took notice of the two and began making a habit of trying to separate them. Around a similar point in time, the red haired boy V had only encountered upon his little introduction to everyone seemed to start watching him, and making a point of getting between him and Meep.
When he tried to confront his godmother about not being able to hang out or play with anyone in the mansion he was met with a fanged grin and a "You're still too new here to understand." V had stalked off in a huff about that, and went to locate the red haired boy who always seemed to manage to get in his way in hopes of an answer, assuming he wouldn't get one from Meep before they were separated again. Finally poking around the floor with the bedrooms, he found one with a plaque marked "Dune," A name he didn't recognize and assumed it must be the red heads room as he was the only one he couldn't clearly remember the name of who lived there, and knocked, poking his head inside, and when he found no one there, plunked his butt down on the bed, deciding he would wait. Bored, he spied a little fridge next to the bed and found it full of what looked like blood. With that mortifying little revelation, he found himself pinned to the bed, where he'd been sprawled out to stick his head in the fridge and take a peak assuming it a harmless action.
Dune had pegged him down and snapped at him, causing V to forget his question and end up on the receiving end of the vampires fangs. From that point on for a while he began isolating himself. Afraid Dune would pounce again instead of simply separating him and Meep and Key may do something worse if he really prodded the issue. It was a good year and a half before he began to get curious again. Meep had stopped following him around and spent most of her time in Keys lab, something though seemed to be off about her after a while, though yet again when he tried to get close, Dune made it clear that getting any closer would make him food again. An experience he wasn't entirely eager to repeat, and for a while Drake found the vampire on his heels wherever he went until he hit seventeen and woke up in Keys lab. It was then that he finally noticed. Meep had a shiny, relatively new set of fangs, and soon it would be his turn. NOW he was allowed to get close to anyone he wanted.
He chose to hide away in the kitchen with the one other non servant human in the house; Lill. She assured him that if he really didn't want to, it wouldn't be forced on him. What changed his mind was the blade Meep began playing with. Scribed along the thing was "Destruction" and he practically drooled over the thing. The hilt was made of something flexible to allow the weak wristed girl to wield it effortlessly. Not to mention the thing was weighted so that she herself was the pommel, allowing for all kinds of tricks and flips he could only dream of attempting. The mansions sparing hall was visible but inaccessible to him as a human. He'd began to watch Meep and Dune in their matches and, seeing the magnetic tool that Dune used to whip clouds of iron sand around him. He caved and asked Key about the weapons, shown the one weighted specially for his hand. A rapier and an odd kind of cross between a machete and a cleaver with a hook on the end made specially for disarming and heavy damage at close range.
The thing also apparently exploded, and came back together via special magnets. With that, V found himself bound tightly to Dunes bed where he traded his humanity in for a set of fangs and some fancy new toys. Through out the changes of the outside world, the mansion remained detached and oblivious, save for a time where Lill became infected with Lycanthropy by a half starved wolf she smashed in the face with a frying pan, and there was some confusion on what different needs werewolves had, but was quickly and easily sorted out when they realized the only real change was that when the full moon was out, they had to learn to deal with Keys train wreck cooking. Or as V began doing, avoid the kitchen entirely at that point since Key wouldn't let anyone else take a shot at cooking.
Around the time he hit 50, it was Lills little "time off" again, and he found his mind stuck on that amusement park, unaware of what had become of the world outside the mansion. Remembering that park he had been so set on going to and wondering if it still existed. Key and Lill for whatever reason were intent on keeping the three younger vampires inside and away from the world, and he was about tired of it having endured a good thirty six long years inside the mansion.
Seeing his chance when Lill left to the vast court yard, and Key busied with the contraptions in the kitchen-still unable to to cook worth a damn, he gathered a change of cloths, and his blades, tucking them into his jacket and bolted, darting off into the night, and finding only ruins of the place, eventually stumbled upon the city.
Post Example:
V sighed, looking over the ruins of the place he had never gotten to see with his family. The cheesy ad and stupid jingle he could still remember. He wandered about the remains of the place, trying to imagine what it would have been like. The rusted, broken old track of a roller coaster... the big decrepit old wheel from some game. A snack stand that made him wonder what cotton candy would taste like as he'd never had it. Or those mini doughnut things his father had told him on the way there that he would be getting the moment they were through the gate. That stupid ring the bell hammer game. The teacup ride, the faris wheel, the merry go round, some kind of water slide-roller coaster looking thing, and other things he actually had to approach and try to figure out how it had worked. What he believed to have been a candy store was where he decided to take a rest as it seemed to be the most in tact place he could hide out for the day after his long trek and pulled out the pack he had brought along for the trip. What in the hell had happened to the world while he hid away in that mansion. Where were the people? He knew the human staff that bustled around the mansion in tail coats and maids outfits were where Lill harvested blood from for every meal, but... could they truely be the last ones out there? He certainly hoped not. Maybe he would do some further investigating and exploring. Surely there were more people, more vampires, more lycans, more SOMETHING out there. He wasn't ready to go home, not yet. |