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Post by random on Jul 21, 2010 2:28:05 GMT -5
Anthony William Rifenburg Character Play-by:Tyson Ritter
name: Anthony William Rifenburg
age: 192 years appears twenty (born April 20th 1818)
gender: male
orientation: straight
race: vampire (diet: humans)
birthplace: Dusseldorf, Germany
current location: Italy
occupation: Volturi Gaurd
personality:
Ant is basically sadistic. It gives him pleasure to see pain in others, but only if its done in a creative way. Things such as anarchy and chaos in the human world are generally interests to him. However, underneath all of this he rarely lies to ones who matter and is very loyal. Though, he's not exactly the power hungry one, he won't let anyone take advantage of him. Even if the opponent is more powerful, Ant is known to stand his ground.
Being around others he is generally kept to himself. Though if he's around humans he think of creative ways to take them down. His favorite kill are crinimals. He loves watching as they think him the bringer of death and karma. In which he generally calls himself, their karma. Though he isn't the best at keeping himself from temptation as curiosity usually gets the best of him. It is nearly easy for people to be attracted to him because of his mysterious air. His lies to these people draw them in.
The Volturi is one of the most important things to him. Proving his worth is one of the top things. Not because he's power hungry, but rather because he needs the acceptence and approvement.
detailed history:
germany 1818. The middle of the bustling town had never suited Ant. At the age of twenty Ant had decided to set off to become something. Anything other then what his father intended him to be, a horse handler. Even if it meant that he failed to his father. Truth be told, Ant always knew that horses and the likes weren't for him. His soul ached for more, but he didn't know what.
Upon leaving he left communications from his family. Though to this day this has never bothered him once. He was the one to rid of them. Hence, the second reason for leaving home. His father had always been abusive. Giving more for the horses then his own family. His mother had not been much better as she always turned a head when his father would beat him. In turn he did the same to his mother. Sick of the abuse this was the reasoning behind it. Plus it felt better than anything on Earth to him.
A couple days after leaving the house, Ant came across an odd human. She was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. It was dark, but even in the dark he could tell how she had red eyes. This mystefied him. Was she an angel to avenge the deaths of his family. Surely, not. He took a step closer, not exactly knowing why he was. His instincts screamed out danger. But he ignored them. Ant knew he must speak to this woman, be closer...anything.
The next couple of minutes swam through his vision. She was there, then besides him. There was a a throb and then a roaring pain. He attempted to inch away but her grip on him was steady. Luckily, lights came and dogs barked...the pressure vanished and with it her. However, this wasn't on his mind as he collapsed to the ground. The only thing on his mind was the wonder if he had landed himself in hell.
She was his avenger...
What felt like years went by. Years of agony. One day it just stopped.... He was saved by a local farmer who had taken him back to the barn and attempted to cure the 'fever'. Ironicaly enough he was surrounded by the farmer's horses. All who stomped the ground and went rampent from the day he had arrived in their home. The famer and his wife had no idea they had brought a newborn vampire into their lives. This of course ended in consiquinces. The famer's family went all victim to Ant's bloodlust.
Somehow after he has made his way to Italy, where he has resided ever since as one of the Volturi.
fears:
being found out for what he is
falling for anybody
failing
strengths:
mind control- can put a option in the mind of someone to pick it (total mind control of npc) the victim can then choose to pick this option in which more than likely they will.
tracking
no compastion
weaknesses:
temper
temptation
honesty
likes:
thunderstorms
fullfilling what he's supposed to do
cars
music
art
blood
real life murder stories
dislikes:
horses
humans
anything in his way
ignorant people
memories
wasting time
the sun
facial appearance:
Anthony has sort of gaunt features. His cheeks are sunken in giving him an underfed appearence. His jaw line is anglular and his smile is crooked (when he does smile) which is a delight to see. His nose is straight and sharp. Once blue eyes, now red, are underneath thick eyebrows. A mop of brown hair seemingly in no order completes his features.
clothing:
The clothing usually seen on Anthony (besides the Volturi cloaks and such) would be old suits. If that's not his choice than a usually vests, button up shirts, pea coats and nice appearing jackets are a must. Typical jeans and boots go for his lower half.
build:
Anthony wasn't the most muscular guy before he 'changed'. Therefore he still isn't. He has more of a guant build as stated earlier. All in all he is thin with a nice collarbone.
marks/scars:
The crescent shaped mark typical of all vampires on his neck.
species appearance:
in above description
your name: Random
age: sixteen
how long have you been roleplaying?: five years
how did you find us?: Ace (Pandora)
codeword:
roleplay sample:
The first day. Or at least the first day without pain...without that burning intensity. Eyes blinked, then shut again as the sun filtered on the male's face. For a couple of minutes he did the same. Blink. Close. Blink. Close. Until finally he slowly opened his eyes. The sun was a lot brighter than he had remembered. Or maybe this was how it always was after someone escaped from Hell. Thoughts processed through his head. Thoughts of what happened, where was he? Why was he escaped from the pain? He came to the conclusion he didn't exactly remember anything except the murder of his family, by him, then leaving and then meeting that woman. Even though he remembered this much...it still seemed a blur. Maybe he bumped his head in Hell? That of course would have been beneath him after all the pain.
A snort of a horse nearby. The male jolted upright. There was something missing. He needed something...in fact he was so thirsty. The horse snorted again then broke out into a whinny. A loud terrified one sound escaped from more of the horses inside the barn. Standing up, the male looked around the barn. There was a makeshift bed of blankets where he had slept. Or something of that sort, while he was in pain. Next to it lay a bucket and a small piece of cloth. 'To bring the fever down' His thoughts supplyed the answer. So this had all been just a sickness? It felt more.
He could then feel footsteps. Someone was coming this way. If he hadn't heard them then he could just as well smell them. Whatever this person held was what he needed. Was it blood? He turned around to face the old man who had attempted to save his life. That was it. Blood.
"Glad to see your up and well. What's your name son?"
'Anthony' His thoughts gave him the answer to this as well.
The old man stared at him in curiosity. Next thing, Anthony knew was the man was screaming. The sound silenced and the rush sense of blood scrambled its way into him. Sounds of terror from the horses echoed a thousand times louder than on any other day. Blood was gone and Anthony knew exactly what he had needed. It wasn't fulfilled yet. In fact he knew he needed more. Ignoring the horses sound of hysteria he glided out of the barn, so to speak.
A puddle of water reflected himself. Red eyed and gaunt appearing he looked like a beautiful nightmare. He had come to match what he was on the inside. A slow smile spread itself across his lips. Things were going to get much more interesting....
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