Post by EMILE AVAANT on May 1, 2011 9:52:57 GMT -5
[/size]Emile Peter Avaant
Character Play-by: Lina Leanderrson
The Basics
Name: Emile Avaant
Age: Fourteen - Human & Vampire
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: London England
Current location: Fawkes
Occupation: Homeless
Species Specialty
Are you wild or part of a coven? I'm Wild.
Do you drink human or animal blood? Human
Do you have a special power? Yes
In-depth Analysis
Personality:
Emile is a very odd child and an even stranger vampire. As he is a new born he is vastly dominated by his thirst for blood. Despite being a Newborn he has already proven himself to be a strong and capable, if messy hunter. When his mind is overtaken by bloodlust he is not one for subtle - in fact its the last thing on his mind. He'll leave the broken ruins of a home, though never the bodies - he knows that much, at least.
Outside of this, he's a very kind and gentle to others of his kind, though he is still very new to everything and whatever someone tells him greatly influences him - and at the strength he is now, this isn't a very good thing.
He has no hatred of anyone, either, in fact all he'd really like is for the hunger to stop or at least calm down a little. He enjoys the power his new life gives him, but not the fact he has to kill people to sate it... until that hunger takes over, of course.
Now comes another contradiction; he can often be seen walking around in a beautiful dress or other piece of woman's clothing. Mostly this is down to the fact he is feminine enough to pull the look off without being overtly weird but he sees no point in restraining himself now - which makes him arguably more girl than boy though he IS biologically male.
Detailed history:
Emile was born in the large and bustling city of London, England, 14 years ago. He lead a rather normal and happy life until his family moved to Seattle a little before his fourteenth birthday - his parents where well aware of the crimes that had plagued the city in the past few months but paid it no heed, instead simply choosing to ignore it which would later be a fatal mistake.
As it was, Emile's neighborhood was the hunting ground for a lone newborn, still thick with the insatiable bloodlust. It has spotted the family moving in, but chose to hold off its attacks until they where settled, an odd tick of this newborn. And thus it was one night that the newborn could hold off no longer, and struck the house.
By chance, it was Emile's room that was broken into first, Emile drained almost completely of blood. Unfortunately, whether due to inexperience or otherwise, two major things happened that would both save and chance Emile's life forever. The newborn injected Emile and, still unknowing that the sun was no danger, had timed his attack just before dawn, and was forced to retreat before damage was done.
For several long days Emile writhed in bed, trying to get over what they parents suggested was flu. There was no sign of the vampire ever being there, the bites being passed off as scratch marks made by the boy in his sleep - and sadly, when Emile woke into his new life, he was very confused and starving. He attacked his parents, breaking them open with ease in a frenzied bloodlust. Draining them dry he fled the house come nightfall, saddened and scared at what he had done.
And now, all alone and still learning several months later, he strives to survive.
Fears: Dying, being caught and being hurt are the main ones, but then that would go for anyone on the run.
Strengths: His senses, speed and power.
Weaknesses: He's still a child and very Naive to what he is.
Likes: Hunting, blood, reading and music.
Dislikes: Being told what to do and being hurt are the main ones.
Physical Appearance
Facial appearance: Slim and slender but with a small perky round face thats lost none of its child like appeal.
Clothing: Typically anything he can find, male or female.
Build: Slim and slender, small and looks weak but is quite the opposite.
Marks/scars: None
Species appearance: Same as any Vampire skin wise, bright red eyes because of his diet and because he's a Newborn
Powers: Emile's senses that he gained as a Newborn allow him to smell blood much better than an older Vampire would; he'll never loose this even after he stops being a Newborn. This makes him a great tracker.
Player Behind the Screen
Your name: Mabs / Jonny
Age: 17
How long have you been roleplaying?: 11 Years Total
How did you find us?: Proboards!
Codeword:
Time to Show Off!
Roleplay sample:
[The snow parted as something silently ghosted through it with grace unmatched by anything human, each movement placed with pinpoint precision so as to make little sound as possible. Though it was still a fair distance away from the target, there was no sense in being careful. If the Lictor could rationalise this, those would have been its thoughts. But instead, all of this was instinctual, like how a child knows how to breathe immediately. It did not need any training, for the Hive Mind had crafted its form perfectly for the roll required.
However, despite being the perfect form, it was not without flaws. Its design at base had not been changed but to combat the extreme cold and snow it had been outfitted with a thick layer of fat to keep it insulated. However, it needed to feed often to replenish this and naturally keep it as active in this harsh environment. It was not a great challenge, for the Hive Mind had faced worlds such as this a thousand times before – it was a simple matter of passing the required genetic information to the Norn Queen of Hive Fleet Gemini.
The Lictor had landed on the planet a few weeks ago under the guise of a meteor shower, and was left much to its own devices on how to complete the mission – to transmit the outlay of the planet and the prey’s defences. Not a particularly hard task at a basic level, yet it did present a set of challenges. Gaining entry and staying undetected where but two, but the Tyranid could not doubt itself – quite literally, it had no concept of doubt. The native fauna had not proved much of a challenge and provided a source of nourishment. So far, of the target prey it had only seen two armoured vehicles but did not engage them, simply studying and relaying back to the Hive Mind.
Though it was tough to filter information from the brains of certain fauna, the Lictor had managed to disconcert the location of the target, from a distance. It now crouched in a patch of trees opposite a sheer rock face that extended far above where the Lictor now stood. It naturally sought high ground as a vantage point and it knew the target was also far above its own elevation.
Stalking from where it was crouched the large creature crossed the clearing in a few short moments and extended the barbs in its chest. The hooks dug into the rock face of the cliff and slowly, it began to haul itself up the side, using its large claws for support.
***
It was not long before the assassin hauled itself onto the plateau above as stealthily and as silently as possible. It immediately scanned the area with both eyes and the clutch of tentacles that covered its mouth that enabled it to pick up the traces of pheromones in the air. And yes, there were several, though it was nothing it had encountered before. The Lictor’s instincts kicked in and it immediately sought cover. Silently it moved to a nearby tree and crawled up the bow, settling down on a branch large enough to support its considerable bulk, waiting and watching.
A few moments later, a squad of humanoid prey strolled into the Lictor’s line of site from the right. It was a small group of them, five members in total. They were not alert or grasping their weapons in hands, which relayed a sense of calm to the Tyranid perching above them. Their pheromones told a similar tale, which gave the Lictor the advantage.
Though usually it would be unwise to start such a combat, the Lictor had not fed in a considerable amount of time and instinct told it these prey would lead it precisely to where it wanted to be. Not literally, but with what was stored within their brains. The Lictor shifted its weight silently as the group strode underneath. When the last one had passed, the Tyranid sprung.]
However, despite being the perfect form, it was not without flaws. Its design at base had not been changed but to combat the extreme cold and snow it had been outfitted with a thick layer of fat to keep it insulated. However, it needed to feed often to replenish this and naturally keep it as active in this harsh environment. It was not a great challenge, for the Hive Mind had faced worlds such as this a thousand times before – it was a simple matter of passing the required genetic information to the Norn Queen of Hive Fleet Gemini.
The Lictor had landed on the planet a few weeks ago under the guise of a meteor shower, and was left much to its own devices on how to complete the mission – to transmit the outlay of the planet and the prey’s defences. Not a particularly hard task at a basic level, yet it did present a set of challenges. Gaining entry and staying undetected where but two, but the Tyranid could not doubt itself – quite literally, it had no concept of doubt. The native fauna had not proved much of a challenge and provided a source of nourishment. So far, of the target prey it had only seen two armoured vehicles but did not engage them, simply studying and relaying back to the Hive Mind.
Though it was tough to filter information from the brains of certain fauna, the Lictor had managed to disconcert the location of the target, from a distance. It now crouched in a patch of trees opposite a sheer rock face that extended far above where the Lictor now stood. It naturally sought high ground as a vantage point and it knew the target was also far above its own elevation.
Stalking from where it was crouched the large creature crossed the clearing in a few short moments and extended the barbs in its chest. The hooks dug into the rock face of the cliff and slowly, it began to haul itself up the side, using its large claws for support.
***
It was not long before the assassin hauled itself onto the plateau above as stealthily and as silently as possible. It immediately scanned the area with both eyes and the clutch of tentacles that covered its mouth that enabled it to pick up the traces of pheromones in the air. And yes, there were several, though it was nothing it had encountered before. The Lictor’s instincts kicked in and it immediately sought cover. Silently it moved to a nearby tree and crawled up the bow, settling down on a branch large enough to support its considerable bulk, waiting and watching.
A few moments later, a squad of humanoid prey strolled into the Lictor’s line of site from the right. It was a small group of them, five members in total. They were not alert or grasping their weapons in hands, which relayed a sense of calm to the Tyranid perching above them. Their pheromones told a similar tale, which gave the Lictor the advantage.
Though usually it would be unwise to start such a combat, the Lictor had not fed in a considerable amount of time and instinct told it these prey would lead it precisely to where it wanted to be. Not literally, but with what was stored within their brains. The Lictor shifted its weight silently as the group strode underneath. When the last one had passed, the Tyranid sprung.]