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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:43 pm
 ❝ Can You Feel the Magic In My Hands? ❞ I am Valentine Maximilian Renatus
But I demand that you call me Val or Len
I'm not that old, I am 122
Are you blind? I'm obviously Blood Incubus
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born September 17thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 6' 4"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 201 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is golden blonde and short. It is long but it remains short enough that it doesn't lay on my shoulders.
Look closer, my eyes are bright gold.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have no scars on this perfect body.X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with leather and chain would be nice
Painted pink for sure
And a few other things, like rubyX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞People say I tend to be Valentine appears to be calm collected at all times. For the most part, Valentine is indeed calm and collected. Being a mob boss for twenty years, the Incubus had learned that any sign of emotion could either be life or death. He is good at hiding his emotions as well as his talents for literature, math, and music. He can come across as confident, a tad arrogant, and mysterious. The man doesn't share his personal life or past, and Valentine would like to keep it that way. Trust is something that he does have a small problem with, seeing as the last time he trusted someone it took away the most important person in his life. Personal, romantic, relationships are something else that Valentine doesn't believe in. Being an Incubus, he tends to have many partners, often ending any relationship he would hope to have. He may seem like he doesn't care about hurting others, but deep down he really does. Throughout his life, he has found that he merely wants someone he can actually talk to and trust, which confuses him. Valentine does like to have fun and when he is alone, he can be found listening to classical music with a book in hand, or simply with his eyes closed. Valentine has learned to keep his temper in check, and it does take a lot to anger him. However, if Valentine should lose his cool you had best run. In one of his fits of anger, Valentine can automatically switch to a different person who is cruel, cold, and uncaring. When he is like this, he knows nothing of mercy and only knows anger and vengeance. Smoking does help calm him as well as playing the piano.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Born in the year 1910, Valentine was the happy baby boy of the biggest Mob family around. Valentine's family was powerful, intimidating, and beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. The family syndicate was even known as "The Angels of Death" because of their well known beauty. However, not everyone knew the secrets behind their power and beauty. The whole Renatus family lineage consisted of Incubuses. Valentine's family had incredible powers that could only be passed down to the male borns. Being Blood Incubuses, the family not only needed to love on sex, but blood as well. However, this did not make them weak, it only made them stronger. Valentine's father, Seraph Renatus, was the head of the family, and the strongest out of them all. Whenever it was time for him to feed, Seraph went out and seduced someone of a rival family. By doing this, the man learned everything he needed to know, and would then destroy the rival family easily. Seraph Renatus was feared by everyone, even the police didn't want to cross paths with the man. Even though he grew up in a Mob family, Valentine had a pretty good childhood. He was tutored at home by the greatest minds of that time, and his father always made sure to spend time with him. Even at a young age, Valentine couldn't ever remember his mother being around. Whenever he asked his father about her, the man's usually bright eyes would darkened, and Valentine was told that she had died. Seeing his father's pain and anger, he made sure to never ask again.
At the age of eighteen, Valentine was finally able to work along side his father. The two were unstoppable together, bringing down more families quickly. However, it was during one of these "missions" that Valentine ran into a problem. After taking his fill, as well as the information he needed, he was walking to the normal meeting spot. While waiting for his father, Valentine was confronted by a beautiful woman with bright golden eyes, eerily enough much like his own. Valentine had finally found his mother. When Seraph arrived, the man went into a frenzy. Attacking the woman, Valentine knew that his father would kill her. Pulling him off of her quickly, his father tried to warn Valentine that she was a deceiving them and would be dangerous to deal with her. That she would bring chaos with her if they stayed with her. Valentine nodded his head and left with his father, but that wasn't the time he saw his mother. Valentine had started to meet up with her secretly, always noticing how her eyes would brighten whenever he was with her. The male had truly believed it was because she was so happy to see him, but he was terribly, terribly wrong... Coming home one evening, Valentine walked into a war zone. Going in and helping with the fight, he soon felt a sharp pain in his chest, as well as a loud cry of anguish and pain. Running to his father's study, the young Incubus slammed open the doors to find his mother standing over his father's dying body. As he ran to kill the woman, she quickly disappeared leaving Valentine alone with the dying Seraph. Valentine had tried to save him by offering his blood, but the damage was to great and the died within a few short minutes.
The following week was utter chaos for Valentine, but the teenager handled it smoothly with a very cold demeanor. All of this was his fault and his mother just couldn't get out of his head. Finding one of the oldest members of the family, Valentine sat down to find out that his mother was from a rival family. It was her job to seduce Seraph Renatus and gather information with her own power of Compulsion. As soon as Seraph realized what was going on, he took the baby Valentine and threw her out of the house, and changed everything. Security, passwords, shifts. Everything was changed from the original structure. After the funeral was over, Valentine was name the new head of the family, and the teenager had already decided on a family to pick off. For the next five years, Valentine had someone watch over his mother and her family's actions. When he was confident that nothing changed about their routines, that was when the mob boss made his move. Finding someone to seduce and pick off, Valentine drank more than he needed and dragged the limp body back home. There he seduced and used his own power of Compulsion and Blood Infiltration to get the information he was after. Setting his prisoner free, Valentine took the others of the family and attacked. The war lasted only an hour and while the other members were cleaning up the mess, Valentine found his mother. With a cruel smile and a lit cigarette, the Incubus killed the woman and then torched the house. As he walked away from the burning mansion estate, Valentine never looked back on his past. The next twenty years, Valentine ruled everything with an iron fist. The money that he had accumulated over the years was an unbelievable amount. An amount that the kings of old would have killed each other for. Even though he was powerful and feared by everyone, Valentine was starting to hate the life that he had built around him... as well as being bored with it.
After thinking about how he could get out of it, and end the mob family as well, Valentine wrote out an extensive will and then faked his death. In his will he wrote that each of the family members would have enough money to take care of them for the rest of the life, and that the family ended with him. Many would find it cruel and sick that Valentine attended his own funeral, but he wanted to make sure that everything was done accordingly to his will. Taking what was left of the money, telling his lawyer to tell the others it was "donated", Valentine left the city and moved to Europe. For the next forty years, Valentine traveled from place to place, enjoying the beautiful scenery as well as the night life. Though all of his traveling made him happy, there was an aching sensation of loneliness. Not once since that day had Valentine looked back on his past, but it was when the Incubus finally realized he was the last of the Renatus lineage. The realization hit the male hard and made him start to think about what he should do with his future. He had no desire for a child, and he never had a problem finding people to feed from. For the next five years, Valentine continued to think about what to do with his life. Moving back to the United States, Valentine decided that he should start working again, so as he was walking down the streets one day, he was pulled into a shop. That was when he started his career as a host, and the Incubus easily made a killing. Because of his appearance in the shop, the business quickly became popular, and the owner became a very rich man. It was also a place for easy meals. Over the many years of his life, Valentine had learned how to fully control, use, and manipulate his powers. All Valentine had to do was lock his golden eyes with another and smile, and they were his for the taking.
Working as a host for ten years only doubled his vast wealth, making it to where Valentine could comfortably retire for the rest of his entire life. Which he did for a total of three years, but he soon grew bored with that as well. As he was out walking one day, the Incubus came across a closed down bar with a rather large apartment above it. Quickly becoming interested, Valentine checked into and paid for the building in cash. Opening the bar and working as the bartender himself, Valentine found that his new easy lifestyle was quite interesting. He found in comfort in knowing that he could help people by offering them the comfortable silence of a corner, or by simply talking to them. For the next two years, Valentine found that he was bored with his new life and was actually happy with where he was, but soon that nagging feeling of loneliness came back. On top of running a successful bar, Valentine is determined to find a companion to live his life with him as well, and the man did that very thing. Walking along he met a man that had asked for his help, in return for his help, Valentine made a blood contract with him. Ichirou Sohma was a beautiful person that Valentine had quickly fallen in love with. After a couple of years of being together, Valentine decided to have a child. In the beginning it was odd for them both but they overcame that and had a wonderful child that was named after Valentine's father. Everything was happy and Valentine thought that nothing could ever go wrong. Ichirou was still incredibly loyal to his family, and would go back whenever he was called to go home. The man was meant to come home after three days... but the man never came back home. Freaking out and slipping back into his mob boss lifestyle, Valentine went over to the Sohma house, and tore the house apart. What Valentine found out wasn't good. Destroying the house and making sure that they never bothered him or Ichirou again, Valentine started searching every slave shop in the world for his Ichirou.
For years and years Valentine searched, and as the years passed, Valentine started to fall deeper and deeper into his old mob boss lifestyle. The Incubus eventually started up the Renatus syndicate once more. Now that he is in control of the entire city, Valentine is becoming bored especially now that Seraph is old enough to take care of himself. The Incubus has decided to search for a new slave, secretly hoping that he will be able to find Icihrou..
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Sex
ღ Books
ღ Ichirou
ღ His Son
ღ Smoking
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Flying
✘ Bad Music
✘ Cheap Alcohol
✘ Humid Weather
✘ People Taking His ThingsX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Valentine has the powers of Compulsion and Blood Infiltration. By locking eyes with someone, he can charm anyone. If he should drink anyone's blood, he can access any memory, thought, and deep secret.
Yes, there is some side things, like he has a pair of glasses that he wears at all times. The glasses help him stop from charming people. Valentine is also desperate to find Ichirou and he will do whatever he can to get him back.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Elena Tresemme
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 11:17 pm
 ❝ Blame isn't a necessary component in life. ❞ I am Ichirou Sohma
But I will let you call me Ro. Simply Ro.
I'm not that old, I am 35, but I don't look it.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Cursed Tiger
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born May 10th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 0"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 200 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Starlight - Silvery white
Look closer, my eyes are Ice Blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Bother ears are pierced once, and he has a small tattoo of a spade beneath his left eye. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Red, Teal, Violet
And from it they hung Pacifier, Heart, Ball of String, Sheild, Broom X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Mischievous ↷ Romantic ↷ Loyal ↷ Intuitive ↷ Patient ↷ Compassionate ↷ Hard Working ↷ Charismatic ↷ Passionate
Ichirou is a tender soul. That does not by any means translate to him not being able to take care of himself. He is a lover at the heart, preferring to find what others like and fill their needs before his own if he can. He is loyal to those he holds in high regards, and always respectful to those above him, even when they leave him tongue tied and irritated. He pours his heart and soul into his endeavors and can be seen as a person of great creative vision when he truly tries. He works hard and doesn't believe anything comes for free. He respects what he has, but wants to work for himself, and will work hard. he's not afraid of getting a little dirty or breaking a nail or getting scraped up, even though as a model most would refrain from such. He cares deeply about those who are close to him, and can often tell when something is amiss with those in his inner circle. He tried to keep everyone happy, but has realized there are limits to protect people's happiness. He can also be seen as mischievous, because he is not always straight forward. he likes to talk in riddles, and seeing people tongue tied after he's spoken brings him great amusement on occasion. This tends to go doubly for when he is a tiger instead of a man. Though, it is not always so, as he knows there are limits and is mature enough to compose and handle himself when necessary. His compassion knows no bounds,and he will do his best to help everyone in need that he can, from strangers that are starving on the street, to sick animals, to members of his own family. He may seem predictable to some, but he tried to spice it up often, leaving his best traits untouched and always present, even when it bothers him to do such. He's a true to his word kind of guy, and never backs down from a promise, even if it threatens to break him.
Quit invading my life, It went It was truly a terrible time to be born, when Icirou came. His mother, dazed and confused with all that went on, was merely a human. Of course, she was a member of the Sohma family, but not one that actively knew of the Zodiac curse. His father, also a Sohma was a well versed business man who had clearly been warned that his child was susceptible to the curse. His mother, oblivious to the situation and possible outcomes in her pregnancy did not suspect anything could go wrong with her perfect son. His father, while he had been warned, dismissed the thought. he wife was strong and healthy, and she would bear no cursed child. The timing would be opportune and allow no wiggle room for mistakes or chances. Their child would be a normal boy, and there would be not further discussion about the silly curse that plagued some of the Sohma family. In fact, once the child was born, they might even pull away form the main estate and go to live out in the country in a separate place so that the child would never know of the silly curse, just like his mother. this was the plan. This was the intention of the father and mother. A normal, perfect child, with their features; brown hair, wonderful gemstone green eyes, tall like his mother, delicate like his father, happy, healthy, and absolutely one-hundred percent normal. This was of course, not the care or the result of said pregnancy.
When Icirou was born, it was clear that he was cursed as a member of the zodiac. The tiger to be exact. This was the start of everything going down hill. It had been said that the mothers who bear children cursed by the zodiac either become fiercely protective of their children, or reject them completely. In the case of Ichirou's mother, the latter was more appropriate. She was in disbelief. This child that they presented her with once he was cleaned up, and bundled, was not her child. He looked nothing like them! His hair was as pale as the stars in heaven, his eyes were crystal blue, though she hoped they would change. But the curse that plagued the child was unfamiliar. She had never heard of such a thing in the Sohma family! It was some sort of cruel joke. This boy was not her child. The father looked on, dumbfounded. he had seen his wife birth this child. It was undoubtedly the result of their procreation, but it could not be more a stranger to him. It mystified him, but in the end, he only blamed himself for not taking the warnings more seriously. The fact that he had been warned at all meant that it was a possibility to have a cursed child. He should have been more attentive to the warnings and the signs that he was imagining to have existed. With the mother in denial, the wife of his child, the father took the child away. The mother would not look upon her child. She would not believe that she had birthed a monster, and instead asked about her child. When telling the woman that her child was indeed cursed by the Zodiac to be both Man and Tiger, the woman continued in her refusal, and asked again after the whereabouts of her child. It was impossible to reconcile with the woman, and in the end, the answer came that the child had died shortly after birth, and that there was nothing to be done about it. Distraught, the woman began to be reclusive.
The child, Ichirou, was turned over to his paternal grandparents for raising while the father dealt with the distraught wife and mother. The grandparents were just as shocked as the mother, bu they accepted and welcomed their grandchild in open arms, seeing it as a blessing, rather than a curse. Of course, to publicly announce such, would be close to a crime, but they would not speak of such. Only to their grandchild would they revel how happy they were that he was special. They taught him, as he grew from infant, to toddler, to a young boy in their care, that he should not be ashamed of what he was. That he needed to be careful with how he acted. He learned quickly that hugging members of the opposite gender was something he couldn't do. he wasn't allowed to go outside and play, or go to school when he got sick. He had to keep his "secret power" to himself. He could not share it with the other children, because they would not understand it. Of course, he was visited by his father frequently, but his mother stayed away. In fact, his mother did not even know that he existed. She had seen him for fleeting moments right after his birth, but she quickly dismissed that the monster was her child. He stayed with his grandparents, raised by their tender hands, and rejoiced in the times when his father would come and visit, even if they were strained. This was probably the beginning of his intuitive perceptions. When his father came and visited, even though he was only a young boy around five or six, he still understood that when his father smiled at him, the lines around his eyes were forced. He was deeply saddened that his wife had rejected their child. he blamed himself for not being able to properly care for the boy and raise him on his own, but there was not much to be done about it. Fate had not been kind. The smiles and tension mixed together became more and more clear as Ichirou grew.
When he was ten, he started visiting his mother. In small doses, he was said to be an orphan taken in by her in-laws, and that he was living close by and had wanted to see the couple's daughter. It struck the mother odd, that the boy spoke so formally, and familiarly with the grandparents, calling them grandmother and grandfather, but the couple was old, and it probably gave them comfort to have a child that called them such, when she had not been able to produce a grandchild for them herself. It perturbed her at first, and she looked to Ichirou with disdain, not knowing that he was indeed her child, and it wounded the boy. It deeply frustrated him, given that he had been doted upon. He had been given anything he had asked for since the time he was a little boy. He hadn't wanted or needed for anything. Of course, he was respectful and not terribly spoiled, but he had never come into a proximity with something that he could not have. His mother's affections were the first obstacle. And try as he might, he could not win her over on the first visit. Nor the second, or the ten to come after that. It was polite conversation with an air of rash judgement and distrust underlying everything. And so, that was the turning point. it made Ichirou work hard at something for the first time. he wanted more than anything to gain his mother's affections,ad n he wanted to do it himself. not with the help of his grandparents or father. He didn't want to seem like a charity case anymore. he went out and began to work. It was frowned upon at first by all parties that were in charge of his guardianship, but he told them it was something that he had to do. It was something he needed to do desperately. This boy, now fourteen, would get a job to woo the mother he had been trying to get to know and get close with for four years. He worked odd jobs until he came to be discovered by a modeling company. It was extensively researched, and also made very clear by his guardians that there would be no shoots with women. It would be single shots, or other men. The reasoning behind this was that the lotions and perfumes that women used were unsafe for Ichirou's health, and that it caused a severe allergic reaction. While this was not a steady excuse, it worked for the time being. his agent was remarkable and did what Ichirou and his guardians were comfortable with.
When he had saved money, and had pictures and a magazine spread from a shoot, he visited his mother, taking her out to lunch with his own money, and telling her that he wished to be closer to her because they were family. His mother scoffed at him, telling him blood family was the only family that would ever matter. He was an illegitimate add on. He was of no importance to her. She pined for the child she had lost years ago. The child that had died with her birth. She hated the monster that had been given to her instead. She loathed this boy who sat in front of her, looking so much like that monster had as a child, and wanted nothing to do with him. She didn't want the memories to resurface. She didn't want to think about this silly child. Ichirou was wounded. his mother would never see him for what he was. Why hadn't his father simply had her memory wiped? He had heard tales of one cursed as he was, that had the power to wipe memories clean. Why had his father not done such? Why had he let his wife suffer and carry bitter resentment in her heart for fifteen years? Over a child that existed all along, that she had scorned because sh could not accept him? Taking her home after lunch, he looked to her fiercely once they were back at the main estate. he had been warned not to speak of his birth and his true mother and father on visits, that his mother was too fragile to know the truth. It seemed more like his mother was an ignorant old woman who would not see the truth. She was not fragile if she carried such bitter resentment in her heart. He ended up telling her the truth. He told her that his grandparents had raised him because she would not look at him. he told her that she had called him a monster and scorned him without ever truly knowing him. She had scorned him as a child when he could not fend for himself. She had cast him away, and all he had done since he'd met her was try to gain her affection. Her love. Her acceptance, and she had not give it to him. What kind of mother was she, to throw away her own child? And she thought she would excel at motherhood?!
That revelation was what shattered everything. His mother went reeling, screaming and cursing at him, and it broke Ichirou's heart, he was sure it shattered his mother's mind. She was never the same afterward, and only a few short weeks later, she committed suicide, taking her own life and departing from the wretched earth. Ichirou blamed himself, as did his father. The man was incensed with his son, asking him why he couldn't have held his tongue and been fine with the way things were? Why couldn't have have managed? The grandparents merely chastised their son for delivering such blame, and tried to console their beloved grandson, but it was of no use. No matter where Ichirou went and fled or stayed, the haunting memories of his mother were everywhere at the Sohma estate. The young man, not even yet eighteen left the main house, and sought his own place. With his savings, he managed to rent a condo on the other side of town, still close enough in proximity to be reached as he worked. his grandparents, troubled as they were with him leaving allowed him to have his freedom, and when he became legal, he bought his own small home up in the mountains close by. he was never too far, as he was certain he wouldn't be allowed to live too far away, cursed as he is, but at least, he would be by himself and out of the constant scrutiny of the Sohma main estate and the horrible memories there.
Fully Grown, Ichirou rarely visited the Sohma house. He preferred to stay away. He only went for the annual banquet, as well as short visits to his grandparents. He modeled, and kept his head so that he could make an income to support himself. It was after one of these mandatory visits that Ichirou met the Blood Incubus Valentine Renatus. At first, the tiger wanted nothing to do with this being. He wanted distance. But even as the night itself progressed, he became more and more desperate, eventually entering into a blood contract, desperate to remove blame form himself and bring back his departed mother. in exchange, he would become Valentine's pet for lack of a better word. Ichirou would be food, friend, companion, and lover all in one for the incubus. The tentative partnership turned into a relationship and eventually into actual affection and a life together. They even went as far as raising a child together, though that was a reluctant happening on Ichirou's part in the beginning. They were living peacefully above the small bar that Valentine owned and operated until Ichirou was summoned back to Sohma house on urgent business. His grandfather was said to be sick. He went back, hoping to help save his grandfather, but instead, it was a scheme designed to hurt Ichirou. The clan leader was angered by the happiness the tiger had found, and so, Ichirou's memories were erased.
After erasing the memories, the tigers was dumped off and left for dead. He was found by salvers and has been tossed around the market ever since, bobbing up and around from place to place. he only goes by "Ro" as it's the only part of his name or life that he can really remember. He's just searching for some kind of answer to who he might be and where he will end up.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Cherry Blossoms
ღ Spring Rain
ღ Quiet
ღ Trees
ღ Roses
ღ Clear Skies
ღ Intelligent Conversation
ღ Riddles
ღ Val and Seraph
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Tea
✘ Bitter Foods
✘ Seaweed
✘ Eel
✘ Opiates
✘ Insects
✘ Sweetened nuts
✘ His Father
✘ Blame for his Mother's Death X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Can shift into a tiger at will, and must shift into a tiger if hugged by a member of the opposite sex, or when he gets sick and weak.
Yes, there is some side things, like His mind was erased, and since then, he has been mentally unstable as he struggles to adapt to life without his memories.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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