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Name: Vie Musique
Nick Names: Vie
Alias: None
Alliance: Unaffiliated
Race: Vampire
❧Physical Characteristics
Age: 548
Hair: Off White
Eyes: Red
Skin Tone: Chalky white
Ethnicity: French
Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos: 3 claw mark scars plain on his face.
Height: about 6'4"
Weight: 180
Marital Status: Single
Physical Structure: Lean but not lanky or buff.
Orientation: Straight
❧Personal Info
❖Transcripts:
Alignment: Undecided
Criminal Record: War crimes of the Revolution in France, Murder of several guards and
Level of Education: High school
Current Occupation: None
Past Occupations: Teachers of all educations.
Family:
-Mother: Voix Douce Aider
Ethnicity: French
Race: Human
Died: 1483, Killed by Vie
-Father: Mains Fortes Aider
Ethnicity: French-English
Race: Human
Died:1483, Killed by Vie
-Brother: Voyageur Silencieux Aider (Voy)
Ethnicity: French
Race: Human
Died:1483, Killed by Vie
Lovers, Friends, and Others:
-Tutor: Poète Mal (Monsieur Poe)
Ethnicity:French-English
Deid: 1789, During Storm of La Bastille
-Close Ex Best Friend: Ambrosia Rykem
Ethnicity: French
Race: Lycan
Still living.
❖Personal:
Personality: Quiet, stern and intelligent, mostly found reading books and doing puzzles of all kinds. Quizzical and well learned in many ways.
People Skills: Very Good
Goals: Learn as much as he can.
Fears: Killing Innocent people.
Favorites: Blood of Wild cats and bears, fall, books, classical music, red wine, plays, history.
Role Model: His tutor, Po.
Catch Phrase/Motto:
" Il ya beaucoup à apprendre. "
There is much to learn.
❧Skills,Abilities, and Powers
Skills: Thirst suppressing
Abilities: Intellectual Powers
Powers: Telekinesis and other Psychic abilities.
Weaknesses: Fire, Silver, Sun, Oak wood, Murder of innocent people.
Technology/Weapons/Paraphernalia: Pistol.
History
Born in Paris, on March 15th 1464 to a beautiful mother and father and older brother. Growing up seemed a little easy with his better off family. Completing a high school education seemed to be above classical cases of most education. His tutor, a scholar, was one of his favored friends, though he seemed to have a darkness about him. When Vie turned 19 he and his tutor decided on their last lesson being in the calm forest with a nice dinner. Vie found it strange that his tutor only seemed to come during the evenings; he said he had several other students during the day but it always seemed as if he had just woken up.... It was a beautiful summer evening and pink and yellows dusted the twilight sky. The sunset's red majesty soon reflected a solemn pool of blood that seeped out from behind a tree. Vie watched his teacher gut a great wild cat. Its tan pelt ripped open, its blood spattered everywhere. Vie was...astounded. How had his teacher killed such an animal...with his bare hands? Peering to his hunched over teacher, he quietly watched as his teacher licked the blood off of his hands and face. Vie could remember what he had said...
" Il ya beaucoup à apprendre. "
There is much to learn.
After a long study of the subject of exactly what his teacher WAS, Vie consented to be changed, though he was unable to comprehend the thirst that came with that decision. When he arrived home later that night, against his teachers orders, he went to get a bottle to drink from for his thirst was staggering. When his older brother came it, Vie's unimaginable instinct came over him; and soon his older brother lay lifeless and drained on the floor. After hearing a ruckus his parents investigated and they soon ended with the same fate. Mortified at himself, Vie ran away with his teacher, off into the great unknown.
During the Resistance in France, He and his teacher joined the resistance and met a friend: Ambrosia Rykem.
During a great fight in the storming of Le Bastille Vie and hunters were set out in the bloody battle. Ambrosia was at the head of the battle, dressed as a boy as she became emersed in gunfire, taking several wounds to the legs and unable to get up she cried for his help; Yet Vie heard the cries of another dearer friend. His tutor had become slain by a hunter; and as Vie stood there trying to decide which way to go, he wished there were another one of him.
He dove after his teacher, being much too late already, but not to avenge his death. After he had slain the hunter, he sat by his dead teacher, a friend who had taught him so much for so long. Someone who was there no matter what; slain by a mere mortal.
After the storming had calmed Ambrosia found him, angry that he didnt help her. Unable to control her rage she slapped him, leaving three distinct claw marks across his face for all to see.
He wanders, looking for more to learn, from any source, any way possible.
Theme Song:
"Do You Hear The People Sing" From Les Misrables
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYizXBQ5EQA
