Post by Deo on Mar 30, 2007 3:43:53 GMT -5
Name: Deo
Age: 256
Age At Changing: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Vampyr
Affilation: Brudjan
Occupation: General to Prince Bruis in charge of training new soldiers, keeping existing ranks in place, mounting assaults, capturing new territory and controlling the Prince’s Guard. In short, he is head of all things combat related.
Physical Description: Deo is a tall man at 6’5”, but not overly bulky as far as muscle mass goes. As a Vampyr, muscle mass is not needed the way it is essential of a warrior as a human. He has curly, light brown hair that is slightly long and hangs around his strong, chiselled facial features. He sometimes grows a beard during times where he has no time to shave, but most often he has a thick stubble. He has stone grey eyes that are cold, and uncaring at the best of times. Deo is not a fan of the Brudjan pastime of body modification and has nothing marking his body except the few battle scars he accumulated before being turned, which he wears proudly, a symbol of his strength even as a human.
Personality and Temperament: Deo is a Vampyr who lives by his impulses. He has no patience, and the attention span of a child. His temper is fiery and he is prone to flying off the handle at the smallest of things. His appetite for sex is outdone only by his lust for hurting others, and he takes great joy in both pastimes. He keeps a Brudjan woman in his home, who he is fiercely attached to and very protective of, but their tendency to fight has him out on the town to cool off several times a week. While he expects loyalty from his woman, he commands no such thing of himself and will indulge in other women whenever the opportunity arises, human and Brudjan alike. He has a serious weakness for young, pretty humans, who he takes personal pleasure in destroying from head to toe and leaving for someone else to dispense of.
He is as loyal as the night is long to Prince Bruis, and will do anything for his Prince that is desired of him.
History: As far as Deo is concerned, his ‘life’ did not begin until he became Vampyr. As one of the oldest ‘changed’ Vampyrs, he experienced the honour of being sired by Prince Bruis himself. His strengths as a human were only enhanced by the Vampyr, and he was quickly put to work in the ranks of the Brudjan militia. He excelled and his excellence did not go unnoticed as he rose through the petty ranks. It was his single greatest achievement to be granted the rank of General and to be placed in charge of what he loved most, destroying lives.
Ability Rating:
Highly Advanced
1. Physical Superiority
2. Camouflage
Advanced
1. Mind Control
2. Healing
3. Transformation
Average
1. Telepathy
2. Language Barrier
3. Precognition
4. Touch Memory
Poor
1. Flying
NPC's:
Various female feeders and his henchmen.
Played Characters:
Bruis - His Prince and commander
Kefira - Fellow General and occasional fling
Sample Character RP:
“Get out of my face whore!” he roared, his voice commanding and he sneered as the small woman rushed from his vision. He and his companions chuckled heartily at the panicked way in which she fleed, and downed the last of their alcohol before ordering another round. Deo was not entirely satisfied with the strong liquor, as he yearned for the more delightfully intoxicating drink that he took so readily from several of his feeders. There was a new one who he’d seen, one that had the prettiest little face, he could see himself easily convincing her to serve his needs. They were always easy to convince, since he fancied himself on his wording of things. Sure, he could be a feared warrior, but he wasn’t a dumb brute… he knew how to manipulate a woman without the need of telepathy. He wasn’t old or strong enough to use that power like Prince Bruis did, but he was eager to learn. His time for that would come, what is a hundred years to a man with an eternity to exist?
“I think I’ll have to go find myself a snack to go with this drink,” he chortled, running his hands through his curly locks as he arched his strong back into a hearty stretch, flexing his lithe muscles in a way one does to revive them after a long sleep. He scratched his stubble covered chin, as he considered just where to go for his snack.
“Got someone in mind?”
His grey eyes fixed on the man across the table who had asked, and a sinister sort of grin crossed his battle worn features. The man took this as a good sign and gave a chuckle and leaned back in his chair, pulling one of the barmaids into his lap.
“Enjoy your drinks men.”
Age: 256
Age At Changing: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Vampyr
Affilation: Brudjan
Occupation: General to Prince Bruis in charge of training new soldiers, keeping existing ranks in place, mounting assaults, capturing new territory and controlling the Prince’s Guard. In short, he is head of all things combat related.
Physical Description: Deo is a tall man at 6’5”, but not overly bulky as far as muscle mass goes. As a Vampyr, muscle mass is not needed the way it is essential of a warrior as a human. He has curly, light brown hair that is slightly long and hangs around his strong, chiselled facial features. He sometimes grows a beard during times where he has no time to shave, but most often he has a thick stubble. He has stone grey eyes that are cold, and uncaring at the best of times. Deo is not a fan of the Brudjan pastime of body modification and has nothing marking his body except the few battle scars he accumulated before being turned, which he wears proudly, a symbol of his strength even as a human.
Personality and Temperament: Deo is a Vampyr who lives by his impulses. He has no patience, and the attention span of a child. His temper is fiery and he is prone to flying off the handle at the smallest of things. His appetite for sex is outdone only by his lust for hurting others, and he takes great joy in both pastimes. He keeps a Brudjan woman in his home, who he is fiercely attached to and very protective of, but their tendency to fight has him out on the town to cool off several times a week. While he expects loyalty from his woman, he commands no such thing of himself and will indulge in other women whenever the opportunity arises, human and Brudjan alike. He has a serious weakness for young, pretty humans, who he takes personal pleasure in destroying from head to toe and leaving for someone else to dispense of.
He is as loyal as the night is long to Prince Bruis, and will do anything for his Prince that is desired of him.
History: As far as Deo is concerned, his ‘life’ did not begin until he became Vampyr. As one of the oldest ‘changed’ Vampyrs, he experienced the honour of being sired by Prince Bruis himself. His strengths as a human were only enhanced by the Vampyr, and he was quickly put to work in the ranks of the Brudjan militia. He excelled and his excellence did not go unnoticed as he rose through the petty ranks. It was his single greatest achievement to be granted the rank of General and to be placed in charge of what he loved most, destroying lives.
Ability Rating:
Highly Advanced
1. Physical Superiority
2. Camouflage
Advanced
1. Mind Control
2. Healing
3. Transformation
Average
1. Telepathy
2. Language Barrier
3. Precognition
4. Touch Memory
Poor
1. Flying
NPC's:
Various female feeders and his henchmen.
Played Characters:
Bruis - His Prince and commander
Kefira - Fellow General and occasional fling
Sample Character RP:
“Get out of my face whore!” he roared, his voice commanding and he sneered as the small woman rushed from his vision. He and his companions chuckled heartily at the panicked way in which she fleed, and downed the last of their alcohol before ordering another round. Deo was not entirely satisfied with the strong liquor, as he yearned for the more delightfully intoxicating drink that he took so readily from several of his feeders. There was a new one who he’d seen, one that had the prettiest little face, he could see himself easily convincing her to serve his needs. They were always easy to convince, since he fancied himself on his wording of things. Sure, he could be a feared warrior, but he wasn’t a dumb brute… he knew how to manipulate a woman without the need of telepathy. He wasn’t old or strong enough to use that power like Prince Bruis did, but he was eager to learn. His time for that would come, what is a hundred years to a man with an eternity to exist?
“I think I’ll have to go find myself a snack to go with this drink,” he chortled, running his hands through his curly locks as he arched his strong back into a hearty stretch, flexing his lithe muscles in a way one does to revive them after a long sleep. He scratched his stubble covered chin, as he considered just where to go for his snack.
“Got someone in mind?”
His grey eyes fixed on the man across the table who had asked, and a sinister sort of grin crossed his battle worn features. The man took this as a good sign and gave a chuckle and leaned back in his chair, pulling one of the barmaids into his lap.
“Enjoy your drinks men.”
