Charles Veilleux

[charles]

Charles Marie Veilleux

Name: Charles Veilleux
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Human
Birthplace: Paris, France
Current Location: Forks

Personality: Charles is a devout christian, the belief having been drilled into him at a very young age and was not stifled by his adoptive organization. As result he has always had a distrust for the unnatural, this was turned into a deep hatred after undergoing his training.

While alone he has a grim outlook on life however when in the company of other members of society he seems good natured and friendly, however he is never afraid to express his opinion to others.

History: Born in Paris to Marie and Joseph Veilleux Charles was orphaned at 13 months. Following this event he was taken into an orphanage run by the Catholic Church. At the orphanage he quickly made a name for himself as the schoolyard bully which of course led to many beatings from the nuns. At the age of five he was adopted by agents of the Rennard Noir organization posing as a newly married couple.

In truth the group was searching possible candidates to undergo rigorous training to become a hunter and killer of the supernatural. During this training Charles physique and mental abilities increased heavily and in the end he was the only one to pass and really survive, the others mysteriously disappearing whenever they proved to be weak or unable to complete the challenges. Charles never questioned where they went and continued to learn from his teachers on methods to kill and deal with the supernatural; at the age of 16 he was ready. His master gave him the best equipment available and sent him off on his first mission, to kill off a group of vampires residing in Corsica. The mission was a success, Charles successfully isolating and killing each in turn until the region was completely purged, only later did Charles learn why.

5 years since becoming a Hunter Charles made a surprising discovery about his employers. They were all Vampires. It seems they had hoped to use Charles as a pawn with which they could use to eliminate any enemy Covens that proved to be, troublesome. Because of Charles humanity they were able to deny having any involvement in the purging and were free to profit from his killings and were becoming a prominent coven in Europe. Once he discovered this Charles went on a rampage, eventually eradicating most of his former masters, near the end Charles was able to take control of the factions monetary assets and was able to transfer them overseas once he moved to America in the hopes of evading his now many pursuers. After reviewing the files of the group he learned of possible locations within the USA that were known to contain supernatural beings.

Aware of this Charles set off to Forks. Once there he used his new found wealth to create a small coffee shop with which he uses as a cover. Aside from his loving of killing the supernatural Charles constantly searches for more information regarding his parent’s disappearance.

Fears: Having seen the worst of this world Charles has little he actually fears.
Strengths:Quick witted, Fast reaction times, and has a wicked shot. Outside of combat Charles is a great survivalist and can live indeffinitely off the land is needed to
Weaknesses:
His parents- he still searches for any sign of what happened to them.
Women- A result from his upbringing, he has always been taught to never harm a woman, even if he is in mortal danger, however should the woman be tainted in any way he has no problem doing his duty.
Likes:
-His job
-Purging the unclean
-A good cup of Coffee

Facial appearance: Mostly brown with a smatering of blond, blue eyes, boxy face. Hair is rarely allowed to grow long
clothing: Depends, usually wears simple dress shirt and pants during work but when on the hunt has a kevlar vest under a set of combats,
build: Very well built, the result of many years of intensive training,
marks/scars:No obvious markings, any that he should have were surgicly removed to ensure he is not easily recognized.
Weapons/Equipment:
2 Beretta '92 SF with laser sight's
G36 5.56mm Assault Rifle with incendiary armor piercing rounds
Flashbang Grenades
Hand Held Motion sensor
Bible
Crucifix

Powers: While he is a human he has recently injected himself with a bunch of nanobots that improve his natural tissue regeneration. Nothing on par with a vampire however he can repair a broken arm over the course of an afternoon.

your name: Jason
age:20
how long have you been roleplaying?: about a year... on and off really
how did you find us?: Random searching on the net
codeword:

Roleplay Sample:

From a Post Apoc rp i did while back, my introductory post

Jenny awoke that morning in a rather nice mood; she had spent the night under the stars and was now awoken by the smell of cooking food. Rising up off a bunch of sacks she had slept on she smiled as a plate of food was handed to her. The cooks were an old couple Jenny had managed to attach herself to a week ago. They were kind caring folk and Jenny thanked them before beginning to eat.

Tastes good too

A few minutes later she was wandering about the camp helping other groups as they packed up to move once again. Her belongings were already stashed away within the old couple’s wagon and she carried only her knife...

You know, I could get used to this... Good grub, pleasant company, a lack of anyone shooting at us. Oh who am I kidding I’ll be bored out of my, er I mean your, skull by the end of the week...

Rolling her eyes jenny earned a frown from a group of travelers she was helping no doubt misinterpreting the action as one of annoyance towards them... Quickly apologising she finished the task before turning to return to the old couple as the caravan set out...

"Do you ever shut up?" she asked, seemingly talking to herself...

Sometimes, but being stuck in a metal box has done little to help...the voice replied...

Besides, you should be more grateful.... Without me you would still be stuck on that frozen iceball, no doubt the wife of some bandit king by now

"It's not a frozen iceball, it’s my home..." Jenny mumbled "Besides it’s not like life with those raiders was bad, they treated me surprisingly well for a prisoner..."

Probably because you were promised to their boss or something...

"Thomas, just please. Shut up!" she almost screamed in anger... A few passing travelers looked up in the surprise... A moment after Jenny realised how loud she had said it and apologised...


Next time call me Warlock, that way everyone won’t think you’re angry at the caravan’s leader and that you’re just another nutcase.

"Why Warlock?" she whispered, now traveling at the edges of the group where it was less likely for someone to overhear. Thomas, or Warlock, had often told her to converse mentally but it was a skill Jenny had yet to master...

I’m not sure but I believe it was like a second name... I seem to remember I was called that quite a bit. It was not often the AI spoke about his past, most of its memories lost after the long imprisonment under the ice... But occasionally some things did manage to break though...

"Interesting" she said before accepting the hand of the old man driving their wagon... Inside she could hear his wife working hard on something... Sitting down she reached to one of the packs on the seat and pulled out her pistol before setting it into a holster at her hip. Somehow she had become the couple’s guardian of sorts. She didn’t remember how it had happened but Warlock said he had killed a robber who had been trying to take to wagon for himself by force. Whatever the story Jenny remembered only coming upon the robber then a second later standing over his corpse a bullet in his head