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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:21 pm
Ramon Dunsirn
Name: Ramon Dunsirn
Nicknames: Er... 'Evil ********>: Need to know information.
Height: 6'4"
Myers-Briggs Type: ENTJ
Likes: Reading; a ladder to climb - social, financial, you name it; intellectual conversation; bargaining; jazz and classical music; people (more specifically, doing things to them... >>); Marks.
Dislikes: Falling behind; comeuppance; tragic theatre; interruptions; being wrong, for whatever reason - he's not stupid enough to deny it when he is, just hates when it happens; MARKS.
Guilty Pleasure: Very possibly does not understand the concept of 'guilt'.
Relationships: Marks (fixation), anyone even remotely associated with Marks (all part of the game), everyone else in the world (collateral), Mickey ('butler' of sorts), Cody (amused, will certainly prove useful), Bram (extreme caution).
History: For every prodigy there are ten hundred jealous mediocrities. But don't take this in the Salieri-esque sense, the point is not to defame the prodigy, to destroy and hide him - the point is to surpass his weaknesses. It's entirely possible. Compare the relative states of Ramon Dunsirn and Marcus Giovanni now. The former stands triumphant in the ranks of the blood necromancers, a paragon of young ambition and efficiency. The latter hides, a blood traitor and hunted outcast. Theoretically, it's gone rather well.
But the thing is, in theory you get to forget that Ramon got himself bound to Marcus. Yeah. It's about as bad as you can imagine.
Insert a history here of clash and clash again, on how for years and years Marcus always found some way to once more beat and defy his supposed better time and time again, how despite his better inclinations Ramon found himself submitting to the other's schemes in an effort to maintain even the barest inch of the control he so wanted. Granted, patience paid off. Ramon got his payback, his revenge, his dare we say it for fear of implicaiton - dominance - over the other. But the bond remains, even now beyond the walls of death.
But something like that's never meant much to a necromancer, who're we kidding? It'd be a good idea for anyone remotely associated with Marks to run for the hills...
Quote: "I did save your life. A bit of a counter-intuitive stretch for me, that was."From Ramon's POV Hm. He really ought to be reacting on some level other than idle wonderment, what with this... feral pole dancer on the loose. If this was his quarry's idea of a fun place, perhaps it was time to re-evaluate the b*****d's understanding of himself, because it might turn out to be somewhat... accurate.
Recent RP: Being nosy >>, And continued
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:21 pm
Michael Young
Name: Mihail Morousis
Nicknames: Michael, Mickey, Public Enemy No.1
Age: ...er... looks like he's in his early twenties?
Height: 5'9"
Myers-Briggs Type: ESTP
Likes: Anything to do with pop culture; freaking people out; Google; music of all varieties; old books; intineraries; tree branches; the television and all the nifty things that come out of it; emoticons x3; being told what to do - to an extent and in a very picky fashion >>.
Dislikes: Fingernail polish, bad experience; bombs, see fingernail polish; not being able to eat all the fantastic new twentieh century food D: ; getting shot; bombs; explosives of most types; fluorescent lights; re-runs --there's so much out there and they have to show me the same thing? D<; lack of direction; most things that remind him even remotely of Egypt.
Guilty Pleasure: Bad fiction.
Scary Thought For The Day: Mickey with anything remotely resembling a weapon, from a toothpick to a bazooka. Alternatively, that he's, you know, working for Ramon gonk
Relationships: Ramon (employer/protection), Cody (grudge he's not allowed to act on - fscking--), Andrew (******** BRAT).
History: It ain't easy being green. Or undead. Or hunted by a big, scary, unnamed and undefined spirit-thing intent on your disintegration (in the most painful way possible, as you've taken note). ...yeaaaah....
Mickey's taken up the habit of sleeping for a couple decades inbetween encounters with the nameless spirit-thing in an effort to throw it offtrack. He almost had it last time, too - if it hadn't been for a stupid--never mind. Just. Lots to do with a stupid ghost and a stupid demon-black-flamey-thing and a stupid chase all across Pennsylvania, Manhattan, New Jersey and some hicksville airport that wasn't-Boston-oops with some crazy a** humans after being bound very, very painfully to some equally crazy a** but honestly just his type sort of vampire and then being coerced into Embracing some ungrateful b***h of a childe who turns out to be some mafia don and hell and hell and yes he did shut down the airport by shouting he'd planted a bomb - screw you.
...Unsurprisingly, Mickey's a little twitchy around anything that reminds him of the spirit - which he knows is both Egyptian and old, info from his sire and her cohorts - oh yeah, did we mention Mickey's a vampire? A Khaibit, no less, a bloodline of vampires bound to the shadows and sharing a tradition of service to blood sorcerers and... something else, some duty that's been lost in time that Mickey has no way of finding out because everyone he knows who might've told him has been brutally destroyed by the spirit-thing.
Yeah. Fun times >>
Anyway, Mickey's only just woken up again and taken up the traditional post of servant to the only blood sorcerer he could find - now normally he wouldn't be inclined to do this, but Ramon... well, Ramon gives him a feeling of 'Don't ******** with me', and that's even better than being 'safe'.
Quote: "Some people will tell you that the last couple decades of the twentieth century inflicted unprecedented cynicism upon the mob at large, depleting faith and imagination with a clever bombardment of ceaseless information. Those people are full of s**t. It has never been easier to ******** with you guys."
RP Status: All sorts of trouble twisted (feel free to ask)
Recent RP: We like books. :3, Except when we don't D:, What? Tattoos are interesting >>, Nothing like Christmas...
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:23 pm
Jack Skellington
Name: Jack Skellington
Nicknames: Jack, The Pumpkin King
Age: Inconsequential
Height: Tall
Myers-Briggs Type: ENTP
Likes: -to be recorded-
Dislikes: -to be recorded-
Guilty Pleasure: -to be recorded-
Relationships: -to be recorded-
History: -to be recorded-
Quote:
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:24 pm
Frankie Dryden
Name: Francis Dryden
Nicknames: Frankie
Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP
Likes: Old movies; antique stores; punk rock; almond machiatto; rainy days and being outside in them; crossword puzzles; the smell of ink.
Dislikes: Starbucks; too many flowers (hay fever); too many blankets; capitalism (on principle); blending in; stupid people.
Guilty Pleasure: Soap operas.
Relationships: Jaxson (partner in crime, best mate), Alisdaire (general amusement).
History: Frankie's well known in the theatre community as a sometimes performer and most times designer/builder of all things - he's not very good at actually running whatever he manages to put together, but all that comes before the actual production he's a little more than passingly competent with, though to tell the truth he's a little partial to make-up. Unsurprisingly, Halloween is something a favorite for the cat.
There's not much to tell from his history that hasn't been heard somewhere else before. Grew up an odd little sheep, never quite saw eye to eye with the rents and dropped a college career faster than a hot potato once he realized his One True Artistic Vision wasn't going anywhere in Economics 101. That's not to say Frankie's not smart - he's plenty clever, just... not all that inclined to the standards of academia. He can read the Anarchist Cookbook and the Communist Manifesto just fine without a degree in I've Got A Stick In My a** Sooo Big... thank you very much.
Things got a little more interesting his first production with an uppity teenager by the name of Jaxson Clement. They didn't cross paths much at the beginning, except for Jaxson's frequent visits to have his costume adjusted right now it's really very important despite whatever else Frankie had to occupy his time. It was only after the set burned down for reasons not entirely the fault of one or the other but really a bizarre and complicated series of blunders relating to the both of them that they really took a second glance at each other.
That was just the beginning.
For years after the initial bonfire fiasco, Frankie and Jax continued to meet in the midst of productions and subsequently prematurely end said productions with some disaster or another, usually to do with one or the other - all right, both of them. >> It was... a bonding experience. They've become quite close, good buddies and the like. They just... won't work together. The last thing either of them needs is another blaze on their record.
Quote: "It's not that I don't like porn, I'd just like it a bit more if they spent a little more time on costuming...--okay, fine, I see how that's silly."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:43 pm
Elias Lancaster
-awaiting image-
[ SemeUke Wolf ]
Name: Elias Lancaster
Nicknames: Elias, Lancaster, er...
Age: Oh don't go making me feel old >> (Appears to be about 20-22)
Height: 6'0"
Myers-Briggs Type: ESFP
Likes: Attention; company; guilt-free hedonism; indulgence; comraderie in large circles...
Dislikes: That everything he likes isn't real.
Guilty Pleasure: Screw guilt, he'll take what he can get.
Relationships: Roman (er........?), Marks (thought he was dead, determined to be disinterested now), Dunsirn (>_< BACK. OFF.), Cer--Mi--Bram (........enh)
History: Oh no no no, not when there's so much more to be addressed in the present!
Suffice to say that Elias is indeed avoiding yesterday. It does him no good. Only the pursuit of tomorrow can, perhaps, make amends with previous disasters... Though the weight of consequence is far too much to forget on a daily basis.
Quote: "No, you self-deprecating little twit--I didn't want you to put yourself in my place! If either of us deserved the brunt of blame for such a foolish, self-oriented decision, it was me--you weren't even involved!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:49 pm
M'aidez-awaiting image- [ Uke Angel ]
Ref1, Ref2
Name: M'aidez
Nicknames: May Day, May
Age: Couple months
Height: 5'4"
Myers-Briggs Type: uh................. E.... S.... F.... P...?
Likes: Eating; preening; maps; instruction manuals; cooking; eating; preening; eating...
Dislikes: Sharp pointies gonk ; Mordred; Veda; Marks; Mordred and Edmund's children; complicated grammatical patterns; being lost; big things.
Guilty Pleasure: Trying to read. Trying.
Relationships: Arthur (master, summoner, that guy who tells me to do things I sometimes don't understand or just tells me to go away), Mordred (sharppointy gonk ), Veda (MAY DAY MAY DAY MAY DAY), the Townhouse in general (doesn't really seem to distinguish between them for the most part... general friendliness)
History: May is Arthur's failed attempt to prove he still has any measure of power in this world. Let us accentuate the failed. Arthur wished to call a plague upon a house, or anything else that Mordred might desire (to whom he was attempting to prove himself, out of sheer frustration) and... well, Mordred chose the Townhouse. And instead of a plague... er... May....
Since the disastrous summoning, Arthur in all his irritability has done his absolute best to make his pigeon of some use, usually resulting in Pestilence ejecting May from his room and leaving the pigeon to his own ways and wiles for the remainder of the week, which subsequently results in May making many attempts to get into the kitchen - which are generally unsuccessful, given the presence of a very large and terrifying cat who seems to be endlessly amused by the none-too-clever bird.
May is generally good-natured and friendly, naive to a fault - but really, really isn't that intelligent.
Quote: "Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? *terrorized* MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Hello? MAY DAY!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:55 pm
Daniel Lawrence-awaiting image- [ Seme Unicorn ] Ref1, Ref2
Name: Daniel Lawrence
Nicknames: Daniel, Danny-boy [death mad ], Etienne [adopted alias]
Age: Go ahead, keep asking smile
Height: 6'0"
Myers-Briggs Type: ENTJ
Likes: Being in charge/control; the impression of authority and all that goes with it (wealth, namely); stylish sunglasses; challenges; winning (who doesn't?); being acknowledged.
Dislikes: Being ignored; losing alliances; fruity drinks and tacky drapes; zebra print; boundaries (not his own); disorganization.
Guilty Pleasure: Having friends. Ish. Er. Shut up. Being vindictive.
Relationships: Harrison (oldest er... 'friend', it's complicated), Wolfe (old, OLD acquaintance, lots of unresolved animosity here), Bram (hmph), Marks (more curiosity than there was, certainly...), Roman (who? oh right - .......him?), Alex (passing interest), Elias (Oh right... him too?), Ramon (Ahahaha. Pwned.)
History: There's a lot here goes unsaid and probably too much out in the open. Daniel has always been terribly ambitious, wanting more than pithy roles and pity favors and ready to sacrifice all sorts of loyalties in order to attain that... which... er... well, that's the thing, it's hard to tell what exactly Daniel's after. Because from the vampiric point of view in the world of his origin he'd most certainly been after a higher order of vampires, those who could adapt to the modern world as well as protect themselves from the terrors of the ancient.
Things... didn't go necessarily according to plan in regards to that ideal. And it wasn't the first time Daniel's plans have fallen through - just ask Oliver about the time he... er... or maybe don't. Oliver isn't particularly forthcoming on the matter.
Suffice to say that... well... this man's managed to attract a hell of a lot of attention to himself by his almost complete disregard for any authority other than himself, all the while almost hypocritically pursuing the domination of that authority. Real piece of work, this one.
Perhaps it is his greatest tragedy (or only one, and only from a certain point of view) that he is often the catalyst, the instigator of great works and movements, but not ones that he himself may see through until the end. He was in part responsible for a terrible onslaught of ghosts in one city, and achieved nothing from it but a vampiric childe. He sought answers to the riddle of an ancient vampire, destroyed its mortal seekers for their knowledge, overran another city with his allies (posing as a rebellious social upheaval)... and won nothing for it himself, though paved the way and environment for so many personal wars among the vampiric population he achieved just what he might've wanted if he'd actually been a rebellious social upheaval - complete chaos.
((Personal Note For Myself, All The Things Daniel's Kinda Sorta Responsible For: Marks having to ally, at least temporarily, with Ramon; Bram's personal 'world' going all to hell, various conflicts with the Sentries; the Wilkes Fiasco, observe Cody simmer; Alex's Embrace; Harrison's Embrace; much hell to Wolfe in days of old; much hell to Roman for less time in days of old; general hell to his own bloodline, having diablerized his grandsire, sired his own sire's mortal fiancee and... well... Alex... >>; ))
Quote: From Daniel's youngest years as a vampire, the city of New York, 1897...
Daniel: Where are you headed?
Roman: Nowhere in particular. Where are you headed?
Daniel: About. Looking for anyone looking too complacent, really.
Roman: Oh?
Daniel: But of course. It's what I do.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:57 pm
Harrison-awaiting image- [ SemeUke Cat ] Ref1, Ref2
Name: Richard Harrison
Nicknames: Harrison, Harry (er... still trying to figure out where that one came from)
Age: 139, appears in late/mid-20's
Height: 6'0"
Myers-Briggs Type: ISTJ
Likes: Specifics; small doses of spontaeity; consistency, efficiency; artistic license; decisiveness; easily ditched decorum; old, old books; theatre - old tendencies.
Dislikes: Capriciousness, especially in the case of authority; tact in place of truth; loyalty in place of honesty; discussion of his diet; slasher flicks; superstitions.
Guilty Pleasure: Pretending to be remotely normal >_o
Relationships: Daniel (sire, frien.... hunh), Wolfe (hm.), Roman (......................hn), Elias ( neutral ), Alex (childe.... >>), Marks (oh, you. stare )
History: This is really not something Harrison bothers to address with those who don't already know anything about it. Those who do know it only know parts - the only one who knows practically all of it is Daniel, and that's not likely to change so far as he's concerned. There are certain individuals he may consider entitled to certain information, but he's probably not going to share unless they ask quite specifically.
So... uh... public knowledge being that... er... okay, not sure how much of it is public, actually. He's not that keen on explaining himself as might've been made clear already >> Uh... had a reputation for the tagline "the [man] who belongs to no one, not even himself" but that's metaphorical and ambiguous so.... um....
Yeah...
Notes for mahself again >>; : Conspicuous Consumption, not so yay x_x; had access to some minor psychic powers pre-Embrace, they disappeared completely upon vampirism, maybe back now?; .......now what? >>
Quote: "When you ask me to 'define' busy are you after a dictionary quotation or an explanation as to how much I'm disinclined to help you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:59 pm
Taliesin
Name: Taliesin
Nicknames: Tails, Tali, Fluff for Brains
Age: Young enough not to know any better
Height: 5'2"
Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP
Likes: Sweet drinks; bright colored pieces of paper; repetitive songs; songs getting stuck in your head; the beginning of rain; letters.
Dislikes: Pessimists, make him sad ): ; the necessity of holidays; breaking things; losing his jewelry; big words.
Guilty Pleasure: Being found.
Relationships: No one, for good reason.
History: It's not that he means to be distant, it's just that things never work out. Taliesin is a wanderer and has no intention of staying here for very long, though he is at the moment somewhat trapped as he has misplaced a certain pendant that he absolutely refuses to leave without, not to mention that the Townhouse makes him feel safe, and he really likes the warm-safe feel. Makes him not want to wake up and snuggle and all sorts of good stuff like that, only he doesn't... know who's okay to snuggle with yet, but he'll figure it out.
The reason for Taliesin's hereto constant movement is a rather unfortunate 'condition'. Talesin has inherited a curse of bad luck, he's not entirely sure from where - and he wasn't always particularly superstitious, but time and circumstances and things just going terribly again and again for bizarre and just... it just seems so out of proportion - shouldn't things work out every once in a while?
Oh well. Taliesin is aggressively, inherently optimistic and refuses to be beat by anything silly like bad luck. Everyone gets a break - even if its not him who's getting it, as long as someone out there's doing okay~ 'sides, someone's got to be out there getting all the luck he's not~ <3
Quote: "....nope, 'm lost again - go back to the part about personal bubbles? Where's mine? I can't see it ;~;"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 9:03 pm
Bram Stoker
Name Alias(es): Bram Stoker, Michael Cervantes, Christopher Marlowe... the list goes on >>
Nicknames: Blondie, Goldie, *insert incoherent scream*
Age: Pardon? ^_^
Height: BAHAHAHAHASHORT --5'6". Maybe. With the heels confused
Myers-Briggs Type: EXTP
Likes: Himself; playing up the jingoism; "Words, words, words"; fax machines; antiques; delusions of grandeur; Romantics, not necessarily idealists; breaking the speed limit; being misunderstood.
Dislikes: Weak tea; touch; modern conveniences involving proximity with other people; losing control; being understood; anything that beeps incessantly; insolence; ignorance.
Guilty Pleasure: Laughing. Possibly also being disliked.
Relationships: Wolfe (vampiric grandchilde), Oscuridad (minion...ish), Marks (general distaste, bordering on loathing), Alex (vicarious interest), Roman (vicarious interest), Elias (old friend... ish e_e), Darin (general amusement), Cody (general/vicarious amusement), Ramon (general distaste), Davian (passing interest), Daniel (irked, quite irked), Harrison (just irked), Peregrine (general amusement), Andrew (most recent minion)
History: Ahahahahahahaa. Oh the pain. No. Just. No.
Bram Stoker is a man of many eccentricities. No one claims to know his true name nor even, most of the time, his true motive. A maddening model of moral emaciation and manipulative mischeviousness, the man once known by Michael Cervantes, Christopher Marlowe and countless other monikers is a true poster child for enigma.
In the world of his origin he made a name for himself as a frequent (and often unreliable) mover and shaker in vampiric politics, known for his predilection for social parades and a penchant for a pretense to particularities of protocol, all the while playing the paradigm of peculiar past-times, usually ones entirely at odds with both his character and station. It isn't the inconsistencies of his personal life that inevitably proves most frustrating however, but his propensity for stirring up all sorts of gratuitous trouble.
Things got especially bad when, at the end of the world - which Bram had no part in orchestrating this time, thank you very much, he's actually a little miffed about it, convinced he could've done a far better job - he was endowed with an inordinate amount of excess.... 'power', would perhaps be the best term for it. With that power and a lingering madness the man deigned to indulge in an experiment of sorts, one that involved tripping pell-mell across the gates and alleyways of dimensional continuums until he'd sent the most of his... er... to say 'favorites' would be inaccurate. The selection process is... difficult to understand, at best. But an attempt to apply reason to random will prove ultimately fruitless, he points out. Best to give up while you're ahead, hm?
Anyway, sweeping tangents under the rug - Bram Stoker is, in many ways, personally responsible for the majority of his worlds' former denizens presence on Gaia. He is, as ever, inclined to be genially unhelpful when interrogated as to why, how, just who or whether they can or will get back. Please, straight answers are so passe.
What's more, something is most certainly amiss in this place. You may call his determination to believe such instinct, paranoia or the familiar 'takes-one-to-know-one' syndrome. No matter the origin of his curiosity (which borders on distrust in many ways), Bram is loath to let it slip by without proper investigation and, if appropriate, participation. Force of habit, you must understand.
Quote: Alternate Cody: Marks?
Alternate Bram: Is that what you call him...? Might as well call him Spawn of Infinite Aggravation--.....though... I suppose that would take a while... if one desired to engage in an immediate, meticulous discourse on the recent ways he'd managed to wreak havoc and generally misbehave...
Also, in the middle of his usual theatrical and well-tailored speech...
"To be excruciatingly forward, Mr. Hendricks - shove it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:56 pm
Haruto Sakaki
Name: Haruto Sakaki
Nicknames: Danger Magnet? None, really.
Age: 17
Height: Tall enough >_<
Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP
Likes: Sleeping in; baseball; food - not all that picky about kind or quality; strong coffee, but only in the morning; weekends (even if they theoretically don't exist--WHAT.EVER.); knowing too little.
Dislikes: Research; bugs; being patronized; shopping (for clothes, not food); nothing to do; running out of gas (happens ridiculously often); knowing too much.
Guilty Pleasure: Ignorance is bliss, damnit.
Relationships: None worth commenting on as yet.
History: That's totally classified level, buddy - no man's land, dead zone, nothing worth your time effort or incessant questioning. Far as you know it's completely uninteresting to boot, so just wander off or shove it or something, all right?
The long and short of what is known is Sakaki's short but explosive career as a 'witch hunter', or something of the like. No one at the Townhouse seems particularly bothered by this, however, so it's really not been much of a problem so far. Besides which, the kid's in the market for a new job of some sort - any sort - and despite his propensity for lazing about, doing nothing is reeeaally starting to work on his nerves.
Quote: "So basically, the way a person thinks determines whether we recruit or hunt them. I can't stand it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:57 pm
Fran
Name: Fran
Nicknames: Uh huh? Yeah no.
Age: *stare*
Height: ...
Myers-Briggs Type: ISTP
Likes: Freedom.
Dislikes: Personal questions.
Guilty Pleasure: Honestly? Probably Balthier.
Relationships: Balthier (...)
History: No. Just. No.
Quote: "............."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:58 pm
Andrew Lynch
Name: Andrew Lynch
Nicknames: Still waiting for a good one, ******** Brat (from Mickey)
Age: Older than he looks (beyond the whole vampire thing - physically in early twenties but has one of those baby faces)
Height: 5'9"
Myers-Briggs Type: ENTJ
Likes: Taking charge; turning the tables; teasing any and everyone; getting his way, no matter how small that way be; a certain flair; hats.
Dislikes: Unstyled thuggery; being ignored; waking up late; losing track of things; dirty laundry; restrictions.
Guilty Pleasure: Not getting older - alternately, shopping.
Relationships: Mickey (sire), Bram (curiosity).
History: Andrew's younger than he claims to be - meaning he claims to be one hell of an ancient ghoul, one bound to a particular Kindred since the turn of the century in New York City - truth being he's been bound for only half that time, which makes him way older than he looks but younger than he'd like to pretend. Though the time wasn't quite long as he professes it was still long enough to rub him the wrong way. Stuck as a minion for fifty years when you could've been a ******** vamp? Oh yeah, you get sick of it after a while.
Lucky for Andrew, opportunity to break free the chains of vampiric oppression were only a favor away. Okay, an extortion. But live long enough and you build up considerable enough resources, allies, contacts, thugs that you can make just about anything you want happen where you want it, when you want it, how you want it. Thus with a little daredevilry and a couple phone calls Andrew managed to scoop one Michael Young out of one hell of a muck-up (and a bloodhunt) on one condition - the Embrace.
He didn't pose any conditions about having to help his sire after that little adventure, however, and the subsequent abandonment happened to irk Mickey just a little too much for the new sire to bother letting his childe know a single thing about their bloodline's unique curse. Which leaves Andrew a little harried, a little hunted and a little desperate to find his sire for either a cure or an opportunity to beat him to kingdom come for not dropping a warning.
Quote: "I never saw you. Have fun."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:00 pm
Tristan
Name: Tristan/Pollution
Nicknames: Tristan/Pollution
Age: Young
Height: 5'7"
Myers-Briggs Type: INFP
Likes: Solitary walks; poetry of all kinds; preening; not having to talk; processed food; 'lived in' areas; pigeons; civilized areas; getting clothes dirty.
Dislikes: Non-fiction; clocks; institutionalized art; health food and products; exercise infommercials; television in general; marketing.
Guilty Pleasure: Gardening - his own special way.
Relationships: Arthur (predecessor), Mordred ('brother'), the other Horsemen (also 'brothers')
History: Someone somewhere changed something - but so is the story of the world, and Tristan just... isn't sure whether or not he's inevitable or an intruder. Either way, he's taken over and the time of Pestilence has drawn to an end. He remains, however, unsure of exactly what it is he's supposed to be doing... But is nevertheless determined to enjoy himself ^_^ And as an inherently good-natured boy it isn't so difficult for Tristan to be pleased :3
Quote: "Take me to your leader? ^^"
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 12:48 pm
Alisdaire Holiday
Name: Alisdaire Holiday
Nicknames: Ali, Alice, Holly
Age: Indeterminable, unknown.
Height: 5'8"
Myers-Briggs Type: XNTP
Likes: Auditions; his vices; new technology of any sort; new/artsy renditions of Shakespeare; being indoors during the rain; tea (religious drinker); warm clothes.
Dislikes: Auditions; stupid people; children; his day job (computer consultant); avant-garde plays; avant-garde actors/directors/etc.; being in the rain; puddles; pets; surprises; corsets >_o.
Guilty Pleasure: Moping. Frequent indulgent.
Relationships: None. Doing his best to keep it that way. Or seems like it, the way he treats people at large >>
History: With a name like Alisdaire Holiday you'd have to end up in show business. You really would. He's got everything else going for him to, discluding the fantastic stage name (which he was so born with thankyouverymuch) - the looks, the charm, the wit, the amusing addictions and dress sense, he's even homosexual!-- and - well....
He's got everything going for him. Everything but the attitude, which almost inevitably loses him any acting job he may manage to land, because despite any amount of talent he may posess the overwhelming need to be pessimistic, judgemental and unmercifully clever will break through when he's confronted with what's commonly known in his book as 'the stupid people'. He's likely never to land more than a community theatre lead or two - or so he's given himself over to already, having had no more success than such, the young Englishman has resigned himself to gloom, sarcasm and technical theatre, though he makes it to auditions as often as possible despite. And just as often ends up on the other side of the table, critiquing and snarking more than actually participating.
A lesser known aspect of his career though one he takes no particular pains to hide, merely... fails to advertise... is 'Alice's' remarkably and almost inversely successful career in the business of crossdressing. It's sort of a freelance operation he's running - not quite a dragqueen outfit, just his expertise in posing in the feminine drift. He's taken jobs to fool the bejeezers and pants (sometimes literally) off of several individuals, as well as the more standard fare of comical stage productions. Hey. It's a living >>
Quote: "If you're going to subject me to this pathetic farce of a soliloquy you could at least do me the favor of providing a cyanide pill or two."
RP Status: With Eridanus in the shop, Continued, not sure if anything's been skipped.
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