Post by zander on Sept 28, 2012 17:20:39 GMT -5
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Zander:
Zander:
Full Birth Name: Zander Masterson
Alias/ nickname:
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 370
Physical Appearance:
He stands to be 6ft 3inches tall with a medium built body. A bit long caramel brown color hair that at times falls over her eyes but ususally kept away from his face. He also possessed cool teal color Any shirt he wears outlines the muscles of his body. He is usually found wearing sophistic clothing such as black turtleneck shirt with black slacks. Sometimes he is found wearing black jeans, white t-shirt and leather jacket. Whatever that looks good on him.
Personality Traits:
Zander tends to be a care-free man with a charming smile, roguish attitude, and allures women to him with his witty sense of humor and charm. Don’t let the vampire fool you with his cool gentlemen appearance, when angered another side comes out that is far deadlier than a new blood that has just turned.Zander has no emotional attachments. He never wasted his time with things like love and caring for someone. For that reason he has no fears.
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History Summary:
Zander Masterson was the only son and heir of the Duke and Duchess of Blackwell. His father Stephen made sure that he had all the training he needed to be the best and strongest Duke when it was his time came. Angelina, his mother, wanted nothing to do with her son and live the life of luxury. Wanting nothing more than to spend money and host balls. Zander didn’t mind the distance he had with his parents, raised by his nanny and tutors, he seek education and became a very cold and distance person at such a young age. At the news of his father becoming ill, Zander made no knowledge of it and continued his studies. Only when the physician said that he was dying of Pneumonia that he finally pulled himself away from his studies to say his final good byes. While he stood at his father bed side, laying there in his death bed, Zander didn’t feel anything as he stare down into his father’s face. His father uttered his last words, “Remember power is everything…” Zander only reply was, “Of course it is.”
At the age of 21, Zander was out of Oxford and made investments in certain business and made his estate boom with wealth. Mothers pushed their daughters in his direction and Zander knew he had the power to do what he please. The idea of marriage was far from his mind, but the reputation of Rake soon begun. The broken hearts he left behind cause no guilt from the young rogue and neither did the hearsays that were mention with his name. Though it amused the young Duke to no end to hear the horrible predator he was seeking the beds of young innocent women. If they only knew they came after him and he had no objections to that.
Walking the streets of London to an evening ball he was invited too, his teal eyes caught movement in the shadows and out stepped a woman. The moonlight caught her bright red hair and she stared at him with wide green eyes. She wore a long red ball gown and he was intrigued by the fiery beauty. She whispered her concerns of being lost and Zander was happy to be of service to help her find her way. Zander lead her to the ball; she draped her arm over his and allowed him to escort her to the ball. Men envy the young aristocrat and women became of the woman that hung from his arm. Descending the grand stair case, he swept her into on to dance floor where they were carried away by the waltz.
Zander asked her of her name and she replied elegantly that her name was Annalisa. Her eyes caressed his face and he was aware of her studies and asked if there was something she like to share. Smile formed on her red lips and she merely mentioned that he looked to be a powerful man. He scoffed and said he was a powerful man. She merely laughed and said not yet. Ignoring her words, he dragged her closer and led her towards the halls in the back. He dragged her into the shadows of the hall and away from the prying eyes of the ton. Zander pushed her up against the wall and captured her lips in a skilled kiss. She trembled beneath his kiss and he lifted his head in roguish smile. Annalisa wanted to go outside and Zander led her outside and led her into the gardens. In the shadows they carried on their affair, taking it farther.
She muttered words of how he can become more powerful and his eyes glittered curiously. Zander asked how and she smiled wickedly before pressing a soft kiss against his neck. Soon a sharp pain erupted at the side of his neck and he gasped from the pain. She drank and drank, Zander had no choice but to let her drink his life away. When she pulled back, her lips covered in his blood. Annalisa pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and finally dragged her hand to her mouth so she can bit herself. Blood poured from her wound and she told him to drink while she let the blood drip into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her delicate wrists and drank deeply, his body craving the blood, the life that was filling his dying one. Finally he blacked out.
Coming to again, he was alone laying in the sweet smelling grass. Pressing his hand to his head, he shook his head unsure of what happened. Zander left the ball and headed to his estate. Walking into his study, there sat the red headed Annalisa. Her smile more wicked than before, she parted her lips and his eyes widen at the sight of her sharp fangs. Interesting, Zander thought, he didn’t fear it of course. No, he became intrigued by it. He had come across legends of creatures like her in his advance studies. “Vampire?” he asked and all she did was nodded. Zander felt his own lips curled into a devilish smile, “I guess you are right. Now I am more powerful.” He cocked his head to the side and crooked a finger at her to come to him, “Shall we finish what we started?”
Since the turning, Zander became the talk of the ton. He became the Duke of Night and suddenly women wanted him more and men wanted to duel with him for self-dignity hating that he caught their ladies’ eyes. Happily accepting, he fought them and blood was shed. His weapon of choice being his fangs, of course none knew that was how they died, yet his nickname became darker for he soon became the Duke of Death. His humanity slowly died as he welcomed his new life style of being a vampire. It suited the wealthy and distant Duke. Leaving his estate, he traveled the world, educating himself of the different cultures and the different women that cross his path.
Zander finally came to the States; the city was in ruins by the time he reached there. The leader of the vampires dead and Zander snorted, than he was no real vampire. Distancing himself from other vampires, he prowled the streets of food and entertainment. Angels seeking vampires for imprisonment, yet Zander manage to escape the chains of slavery. When the war between the Angels and the Werewolves, Humans and what was left of the vampire race; Zander watched from afar, enjoying the bloody sight and chuckling at the deaths that occurred. Angels retreated and so came the years of so called peace. The wheels in his mind turned peace wouldn’t last much. The city rebuilds its self and Zander invested his own gold into the building that he managed to collect over the years of his travels. Knowing that gold was always a source of currency no matter the value, he finally will enter the society and meet the people. Maybe convince his fellow vampires that peace was over rated, they were vampires after all. Superior to the flea ridden wolves and the war obsessed angels. Nothing better to get the hate started….now where to plant the seed of deception.
Post Example:
Zander watched the young woman walked the streets of the city by herself, humming a soft tune as she happily headed towards Haven. Silly human, did she honestly think that everyone supported the peace treaty. Oh yes, they may agree to it yet no one truly honored it. It was all power. His kind needed someone of power, leadership, and manipulate. Teal eyes glittered as he stepped from the shadows, his black hair falling over his eyes as she laid his gaze to the surprised female. He smiled charmingly at the woman and spoke in a smoothed voice, “Now why would there be a lone woman walking the streets by themselves so late at night.” Her lips parted and he grinned at the sudden fast speed of her heart. The smell of fear waft to him and he stepped closer to the human, wanting a delectable bite of the little morsel with her blood pulsing through her body faster. “There is a treaty…” she whispered. He chuckled as he advanced towards her and nodded. “Yes there is, but I think the treaty is nothing that concerns me, darling.” Fangs glistened and his teal eyes caressed her face and slowly slide down to the arch of her neck. He slipped his hand around her waist and dragged her closer to his form. Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers and muttered softly, “Don’t fight. Just welcome it.” He pressed his lips to the side of her jawline and moved down towards the arch of her neck and sank his fangs into the virgin flesh. The girl’s lips parted in a silent scream and Zander drank deeply, the blood poured down his throat and he felt his body strengthening with every gulp. Such sweet tasting blood from such young clean flesh, it was a delicacy indeed. Her hands gripped at his shoulders as he slowly bend her over his arm and bit down harder. Her hands pushed against him and he clamped down harder, her eyes dimmed and soon her body slacked in his arms. Zander lifted his head and looked at the pale figure in his arms, “So young and delicate, never having the change to live the world.” He sighed, “Well you tasted marvelous.” She slipped from his fingers and he looked down at the corpse. Shoving his hand into his pocket of his black slacks, he combed his hair away from his eyes with his free one and walked away from the corpse. There is no peace. That’s just a foolish dream that people wish will happened. No soon things shall change and when it does, what a glorious sight it will be. From there he laughed and let the shadows of the night swallowed him. |