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Offline [archive] RakishAzrael

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #15 on: February 02, 2007, 01:08:00 AM »
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Offline [archive] Skinweaver

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #16 on: February 02, 2007, 11:13:00 AM »
               
 Name: Brother Evan.
 Type: Kindred
 Clan: Toreador antitribu (or something resembling it)
 Generation: 10th
 Sire: Unknown
 Physical age: 22
 Combined age: 52
 Faction: Former Sabbat, now Independant.
 Diciplines: Auspex (2), Vicissitude (3)
 
 Appearance:
 His hair is short and fair but filthy and unkept. His eyes are grey but due to his knowledge of vicissitude, subject to change much like every other bit of his anatomy. His left arm is somewhat scarred and deformed due to experimentation. He wears unspectacular clothing and sports a short beard. If he were to fix himself up a bit, he would only be reminded of his days as a trimmed showdog.
 
 Equipment:
 Evan usually carries some art supplies somewhere on his person to indulge the urge to create something. Pencils, brushes, scalpels, needle and thread, anesthetic...
 Weaponwise, he prefers hand to hand combat and the chance to bury his fingers in his opponent's flesh. When that's not an option, a sawn off shotgun will have to do.
 
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 During a Sabbat raid on a Camarilla stronghold, the ranks of the slaves of the Antediluvians wore thin. In a final attempt to turn the tide of the battle, they Embraced serveral Ghoul bodyguards but before their creations could come to term, the Pack burst through their fortifications and slaughtered them. As the mob tore into the dormant fledglings, their leader stayed their bloodied hands, arguing that these young ones might yet be saved from the servitude of the Ancients. I was one of them.
 
 I will be eternally grateful for all that Father did for me, and to me over the years I spent at his side. Before he... adopted me I was a stray dog, sniveling at the feet of a Camarilla whore. A pityful plaything blinded by promises of blood and sex. The Tzimisce taught me the truth and showed me a world of terrible beauty and pain I could have never imagined on my own.
 
 For years, I was nothing more than a curiosity among the pack. A worthless thing to be kicked and spat on for the sake of amusement but as I proved my worth, He took me under his wing. Litterarly. Called me his protegé and after tasting his blood, he taught me much much more.
 First, I cut and sew skin and sinew from the fallen but soon I could reach into living bodies and turn their crude forms into true art! Trial and error taught me perfection.
 
 Father admired my ability to learn. He had always despised the humans and refused to elevate any of them to His divine state. I was his only "child" and despite his active rejection of humanity, I noticed that he was quite fond of me. Together, we forged Szlachta and other more terrible creations with a delight and passion rarely seen in his kind. My human touch mingled with his vampiric grasp in strange symbiosis.
 I brought some semblance of life back into his soul.
 
 Still, his distant dispassion and distaste for mankind would always create a rift between us. My willingness to appreciate beauty forged by mortal hands rather than those of Gods sickened him and I felt his wrath on my flesh many, many times...
 
 So came the night of change. Just like the night that has birthed me into this world of darkness so long ago, the pack fought. We fought and lost. I fled into an alley after seeing Father meet his end at the hand of Brujah rabble. With my Brothers dead and my Father with them, I lost direction. Drifted from place to place. The years I spend on the run all blend together when I think back but one thing was for certain. I needed safety. Security.
 
 Security comes with a price, though. I would never debase myself by allying with the slaves that spawned me and I'm long since dead to my former brethren. With enough effort, I might blend into the ranks of the Anarchs but they are too soiled by impure beings who still drag their chains behind them... for now, I remain free. Should the Ancients awake tomorrow, I will gladly die fighting them and their lackeys. Until then, the world is my oyster, mankind my cattle. Their blood my paint and their flesh my canvas.
                       

 

                                                  

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #17 on: February 02, 2007, 11:23:00 AM »
                Oselosk, good bio, but I need you to describe your appearance to us. Makes for better RP. Include a pic if you can, that'll be even better.
 
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 Name: Vongetta Valoris
 Appearance: Shoulder-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, average height, lithe, bordering on thin
 Race: Kindred
 Clan: Brujeador
 Generation: 11th
 Sire: Lord Averly Tresham, 5th Earl of Rochester
 Human Age: 19
 Blood Age: 191
 Rank: Unknown
 Faction: Does not fancy herself under any rule, though under Camarilla by default, has on several occasions defied Camarilla maneuvers
 Disciplines: Auspex (3), Presence (5), Potence (5), Celerity (2)
 Strengths: Is adept at using most forms of blades. A fair shot with small arms. Holds up in hand-to-hand combat best with someone her size. Has strong intuition and when enhanced with Auspex, is able to read into non-living objects.
 
 
 
 I am Vongetta Valoris. I was born in 1815, the year of our Lord, in Sussex, England, to my father, the Marquis of Bonhaven and to my mother, Lady Elisabeth Warwick. I spent most of my youth as was appropriate for girls of that age during then, under the care of a governess. Because of my noble blood I was to be schooled in everything that was expected of a lady: etiquette, embroidery, the pianoforte, the flute, the violin. The only sort of literature I was ever allowed were books on poetry, and as such the works of  Byron and Tennyson, yet until today it is only the works of Edgar Allen Poe that remain my personal favourite.
 
 I was something of a hoyden by the time I reached what the ladies deemed a "marriageable" age. Father was constantly on my back about my latest public flouting of the rules - these ranged from horseriding in the park with a few of my best friends (it wasn't my fault they all happened to be male, the female ones didn't seem to be able to hold an intelligent conversation most of the time) to climbing trees on the pretext of rescuing a kitten ("Are you sure it wasn't an excuse to show off your skirts?" Father roared) to engaging in a duel with the neighbour's son, whose father happened to the Duke.
 
 Though I suffered the wrath of my father often, I was his only child and everything was soon forgiven with the new morning. He was a talented businessman, and I suppose I inherited that little streak of rebelliousness from my mother, who in her own way, went against society's code by helping Father out with his business, though not openly. When an illness took my mother two years later, Father was beside himself with grief. I learnt to be his companion, making sure he would always have a hand when he needed in his business. There were days that he fell into mourning for my mother, and those were the days that my boyish ways stood me through, for it was then that Father leaned heavily on my support.
 
 At nineteen years, Father decided I needed to be safely wed off to ensure a good future. Balls were held in quick succession; grand affairs that lasted through the wee hours of the morning. It was during one of these balls that I met Lord Averly Tresham, society's most notorious rogue. He was also the most dashing, having an aura about him that was at once commanding and mesmerizing. Under his gaze I felt like a woman, a lady to be admired, all instances of my tomboyish ways fell apart when he was near.
 
 I never believed in rumors, but I should have that day. Tresham suggested a game of cards upstairs, away from the noise. I was breathless, excited by this man's attention. The warning bells in my head I had silenced them, and before I knew it we were playing a dangerous game of seduction with each turn of the card. Tresham wanted me, lusted for me, and I lusted for him too.
 
 The last I remember of him was when he entered me; the pain and pleasure mixing into one was indescribable. At the time I did not know, but that night he was to become the sire I never knew, and the night that shattered every illusive dream I had of men.
 
 I knew I couldn't continue living in England. Father would know something was amiss if I locked myself in my room all day. I was horrified by the changes in my body, and the disgusting, newly-acquired thirst for blood. My only choice was to escape. I left a letter for my Father, asking he would forgive me, and took one of his hunting knives from his collection to aid my journey.
 
 I have travelled far since then. First in Africa, where a desert tribe took me in for a while. It is there that I made friends with their hunters, and learnt to survive in a world that wouldn't welcome me with open arms. Then it was a long route to China, and finally I am settled here in L.A. where I have made a few friends at a local nightclub, not in the least a fellow Toreador by the name of Azrael and his partner, Captain Boxman.
 
 The night is young, and I am ready.
 
                       

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #18 on: February 02, 2007, 05:01:00 PM »
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 Camarilla Toreador + Toreador Antribu = murders. dont let me catch you on the street, filth.                        

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #19 on: February 02, 2007, 05:19:00 PM »
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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #20 on: February 14, 2007, 04:44:00 AM »
               
 
 Name:  William Wolvenheart (The Bloody*)
 Race:  Kindred
 Clan:  Malkavian (Derangements Present)
 Gen:  7 (9)
 Sire:  Isabella Aribetha
 Human age:  20
 Blood age:  16
 Rank: Neonate
 Faction: Independent
 Disciplines: Auspex, Dementation, Obfuscate , Potence, Celerity, Lure of Flames, Necromancy, Quietus
 Weapons: The Blood Reaver and Dual Five-svens with hollowed tips.
 
 Exstra: Derangements are Multi-personality (body sharing) currently 2 personality’s present.
 
 Physical discription: Dark-blond hair, light blue eyes, White skin, 1m80. (5 foot 11 inches)
 
 Exstra: Eyes change colour at the more violent personality (Gold-reddish= Bloodywolf). During exstreame stress a Cold blooded veteran type personality takes over, eye colour: Purple.
 
 Quote: "I did it my way!" -Gary Oldman
 
 History:
 
 William Wolvnheart was born in Jan 24, 1970 and was bitten by a Childe of Malkav December 13, 1990 during his last year of Specialised school in ICT of that current time.  He was seduced by a Malkavian female.
 
 This Malkavian female had been following him for quite some time now to see if he was worth the “Giftâ€?. The Malkavian was bitten in the 17th century and came into a Torpor 200 Years later because she was killed by local farmers who tought her to be a witch. But instead of burning her, they simply attacked her with shovels and other farming equipment. She was burried in a stone coffin mared with holy symbols in a forest that came under bombardements during the near end of World War II. The effects caused the Coffin to shatter, and the local Malkavian primogen of that time found her dried corpse and revived her within a month. At first she was shaken by the change of times, But she quickly adapted.
 
 She kept a low profile untill the late Eighties, when she for reason unknown, attacked a young ICT exchange student from Belgium at the local Harvard courtyard and embraced him. Resulting in the creation of the Malkavian vampire William. At first, he didn't have much effects from the malkavian blood, but that soon changed.
 
 When William was a few months old in vampire therms, he found a diary of some sort and was quickly entralled by the story of a Farmer lad, also named William. The drawing that was on the cover almost resembled him perfectly. When he fully read trough the story. The story was fully unraveled by a Vampire named Scipoten late 2006.
 
 After around 1 year, William found his sire when he came back to his heaven in torpor. But she was inside her coffin, he couldn't trace any forms of wounds nor had the invasion secutity measures been breached. on her coffin there was a note written only partialy in english. It stated that she went voluntarely into torpor, and she trusted him to keep the reapers hands from her corpse.
 
 
 16 years later, William met a Tremere at Rainmoons (An anchient Grangel of the original population of America) Club and from there set path on gaining strength. Not soon after He and Scipoten created Wolf''s new blade, So far William dubbed it "The Blood Reaper" after his faviorite vampire game "legancy of Kain", reflecting the fact that the user has to give blood to the blade for its abilities to be used in an intresting manner.He also started to lower his generation by using a safe way of d (or the Ahmand in Anchient terms) by draining other clan kindred and gaining a lower generation or the ability to learn the clan's powers.
 
 By time, the young computerfreak also became a Gunman whose ways of acting were... odd, rash and crazy to say the least, and the once annoying personality of Bloodywolf became a crusader thirsted for battle, one of the cruelest when it came tot torturing and a frezying madman who had no moral in battle.
 
 
 The Blood reaper:
 
 Looks like a normal half body sized Katana untill you watch closely, its blade is covered with little engraving, and the cutting part have deep line streight ot the point, connected by a deep line that goes all the way to the handle, at the handle itsself, theres a small exstra streight pieces of blade on the dull side of the blade on wich the user can place its hand and imbue the blade with his blood, spreaded by the seep line and into the webs all around his blade. The blade is enchanted to never dull or break, and keep all the unused blood in the lines. It can resist all temperatures and has a small dark red metal chain connected to a bracelet that can be placed amongs the users wrist to prevent it from beeïng knocked away. The handle is wrapped in a black silksoft leather. But after all, the blades effectiveness is only as great as its user. On the diamond on the handle, you can see the slight fading of a dragon, one of the reason Bloodywolf uses it as his main close combat weapons and is never seen without unless situation doesn't allows him.
 
 Functions:
 
 - The blood on the blade can be placed ablaze, or can be coated with deadly poison that does avvageated dmg with the Assimite Disciplines.
 - Since the blade is indestructable, the blood on the blade can be set to explode in small burst, making it a perfect finisher when the blade is trusted into an eneamy.
 - Since the user has its blood on it, if another person is cut deeply by atleast half the blade 3 times, there is a chance a blood bond might exist.
 - If the user has a disciplines to retract the blood from the blade, he might be able to hurt others with it and drain the blood taken with the blade for himself, this is risky if you do this more then once due the bloodbond on the same person.
 
                       

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #21 on: February 14, 2007, 09:15:00 AM »
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 *raises eyebrows*
 so, you say "hi alucard-kun" to jan, yet you post alucard fan art in your bio and your sig?
 lol
                       

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #22 on: February 14, 2007, 09:58:00 AM »
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 Aras, still waiting for your bio. happy                        

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #23 on: February 14, 2007, 05:10:00 PM »
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arathalion posted:

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 *raises eyebrows*
 so, you say "hi alucard-kun" to jan, yet you post alucard fan art in your bio and your sig?
 lol
 

 
 Well I always liked his evil sneer, so what? Used to play alucard on a roleplay cause Pip was taken :-(
 
 But I got so used to it so meh :-p
 
 But Valoris, ara posted it a while back no?                        

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #24 on: February 15, 2007, 01:43:00 AM »
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 LOL! *smacks head* Sorry...I am so bad at keeping track of these...I'm compiling our bios and story altogether in a PDF version.                        

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #25 on: February 15, 2007, 06:51:00 AM »
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 lol write a book while your at it :-p                        

 

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Re: PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #26 on: February 15, 2007, 08:30:00 AM »
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Bloodywolf posted:

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arathalion posted:

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 *raises eyebrows*
 so, you say "hi alucard-kun" to jan, yet you post alucard fan art in your bio and your sig?
 lol
 

 
 Well I always liked his evil sneer, so what? Used to play alucard on a roleplay cause Pip was taken :-(
 
 But I got so used to it so meh :-p
 
 But Valoris, ara posted it a while back no?

 
 lol, cause pip was taken... i have to say i like that reason.
 
 and yaeh... its there and subject to alot of change... i did intend to put more in since you pm'ed me... but i have not gotten around to it, sorry.                        

 

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PV vamp club scene Profiles & Bios
« Reply #27 on: February 26, 2007, 12:43:00 AM »
                edited cause its top secret or something....                        

 

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