Post by malakai on Apr 23, 2012 20:32:39 GMT -6
::Name::
Malakai, Last name forgotten after Siring
::Age/DOB::
224 yrs, Born June 18th, of 1788
::Age of Siring::
On his 24th birthday.
::Vampire Clan (VTM)::
N/A- Caitiff
::Generation VTM::
Unknown
::Height::
Six feet
::Weight::
Approximately 185
::Hair Color::
Jet Black
::Normal Eye Color::
Deep Navy Blue
::Frenzied Eye Color::
The entire iris and cornea become a singular color, Rose Red, with a black pupil.
::Race::
White, European Descent
::Species::
Vampire, Possessed
::Possessing Spirit::
Kimaris, Grand Duke of Hell, ruling over twenty-six legions of demons, if memory serves correctly.
::Behavior and Personality::
When residing in his own domain of Hell, he shows respect to those who return the favor. Normally, he is very quiet, and hardly ever speaks. He bears almost no emotional attachment to anything or anyone, as he has no one to be attached to- save for the Master joined with him. He almost never smiles, nor has a humored tone, nor laughs. In short, he's got one hell of a poker face, even in the eyes of extermination. When his temper flares, only the demonic attributes begin to show. When he frenzies, his body immediately shifts into what is shown in the reference picture below, and speaks a little more, but only with a vicious tone and choice of words.
::Vampire Abilities::
Fortitude (toughness increase), Celerity (Speed Increase), Levitation (Can only levitate up to twelve feet from the surface height of where the power began), Potency (Strength increase), Blood Ruby (Magical artifact that allows him to walk unaffected through daylight, and grants him high resistance to weaknesses commonly found through vampires, and the need to feed on vitae is delayed), Undead Regeneration.
::Possessed Abilities::
Darkness Manipulation and Transportation, Pyromancy, Necromancy,
Telepathic Communication, Telekinesis, Corruption (A power used to trap creatures to do his bidding), Summoning Of the Lesser (Summons a creature or demon of Lesser Status, or one defeated/enslaved)
::Demonic Attributes::
Physical appearance changes slightly, ears grow pointed tips and ridges at the peaks and lobes, Fingertips change to bloodstained points, an extra set of incisor teeth, forked tongue, and Darkness curls around his body- creating protective wings or barriers, even extra appendages.
::Weaknesses::
Stated above, he possesses an artifact that grants him a high resistance to the commonly known Vampire weaknesses. However, it is not immunity, and he still suffers from these weaknesses. It takes just a little more time and exposure to take effect. Crucifixes will not scare nor intimidate him, regardless of the faith of the person holding them. Words from the bible cause minor irritations, and after enough of hearing them, it can cause him to frenzy. Holy and Blessed weapons can cause him a considerable amount of damage, but will not be counted as an instant kill.
::Merits/Flaws (VTM)::
Merit- Eat and Drink (Can consume a minor amount of food and liquid that is not saturated or touched by blood, without instantly regurgitating it. However, larger amounts will act poisonously in his system, if not excreted or removed soon.)
Flaw- Addiction (Nicotine) (The Vampire is addicted to a certain substance, controlled or not. The trait can be carried over from turning, or acquired after becoming one of the Undead.)
::History::
The heir to a slave plantation in Louisiana, Malakai was the only son of his father and mother. His mother died at his birth due to complications, and his father was a man of status in the colony, not leaving much time for his son. The childhood was not unlike any other for that time period. Indentured servants and slaves were treated fairly, never whipped, but never paid either. Shelter and food were provided generously, and the servants took care of their masters. Malakai grew up as an educated man, taking an interest in politics, law, and science. Science was a curricular he took privately, outside the necessary lessons required to run a plantation and take over his father's legacy. However, things took a turn for the worst upon the eve of his 24th birthday.
On his way home from the docks, where he'd been managing some of the slaves unloading goods for a friend, he encountered a madman, one who spoke cryptically, and never asked for coin, nor sympathy. Malakai, concerned for the crazed man, offered his hand for support, as he was raised to present public image and kindness. The insane one grabbed his arm, and with a twist of strength, jerked Malakai to the ground and bit into his neck with a fevered lust. Malakai only remembers the searing pain that burned through his veins, and then only blackness. He awoke some hours later, cold and thirsty. He remembered he'd been attacked, and scrambled home to find his father at the dining hall, finishing his evening meal. Then the drums came, slow and soft at first. Their rhythm was provocative, and Malakai neared his father, exclaiming he'd been attacked. His father rose, to meet him, but hesitated, asking if he was alright. Malakai did not notice that his own blood had stained the front of his shirt. He looked down and the drums grew louder with his father's approach. Hands covered his face, as the drums deafened his ears. Malakai begged his father to make the slaves stop their noise, but only to hear his father reply that there were no drums beating, nor bells ringing. Even the grandfather clock was still in its ticking. Malakai looked up, and saw the source of the maddening drums. It was the pulse in the side of his father's neck. The drums banged inside of his mind, calling to him. His lips were dry, and no matter how he licked them, they would not stay damp. The voice called inside his mind, telling him to drink. Drink. Drink!
Malakai lunged at his father, and silenced him with undead strength, as fangs tore into the jugular vein, and drank from its endless river. As he consumed more of his legacy, the noise softened, only to rise again when the housemaid stumbled in to clear the dishes from the table. Malakai spent the entire night feasting on the very people who loved him, and raised him as their own. A torment that would forever burden him.
Years later, at the turn of the century with the rise of occultists and secret worship of demonic entities, did Malakai discover he was not the only creature of his kind. Their were entire clans of endless families that hunted together, travelled together, and lived and slept together. Some were incestuous, claiming to keep their blood pure, others bred themselves with humans, and drank their blood for both food and pleasure. But to him, they were all the same. All the creatures turned him down, called him Trash. Called him impure. Some had even tried to kill him. Malakai went for days feeding on rats and vermin of the eastern coast, never straying too far from his haunt- the plantation at which he was born.
Finally, when returning one evening from an unsuccessful hunt, Malakai collapsed in his deceased father's bedchambers, windows closed and covered by decaying curtains, he cried. He screamed with the rage of a thousand men, and begged for the power to make everyone pay for his curse. Fists smashed against wooden floors and through walls, breaking mirrors and shattering all around him until he collapsed from utter exhaustion. And the voice returned, but it was different. It was not the instinctive hunger that drove him to kill his own father, nor was it a human looking to him with concern, or another vampire with pity and hate. It was gravelly, and soft, and slightly musical. "What would you offer, for your revenge?" Malakai raised his head, and looked to see only a withered old man, bent over a wooden cane. His white beard drooped all the way to the floor, and hair matted around the ears. His scalp was clear of any hair, but tarnished with the stain of filth and grime. Dressed in rags, like Malakai, but the old man's were much older, from a time before Malakai's birth. "Anything." Malakai responded. "Anything..."
::Reference pictures::
Malakai (Possessed)
Malakai (Modern)
Malakai (Frenzied)
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Blood Ruby Disguise
Miscellaneous Blades Carried
Frenzied Blade
Malakai, Last name forgotten after Siring
::Age/DOB::
224 yrs, Born June 18th, of 1788
::Age of Siring::
On his 24th birthday.
::Vampire Clan (VTM)::
N/A- Caitiff
::Generation VTM::
Unknown
::Height::
Six feet
::Weight::
Approximately 185
::Hair Color::
Jet Black
::Normal Eye Color::
Deep Navy Blue
::Frenzied Eye Color::
The entire iris and cornea become a singular color, Rose Red, with a black pupil.
::Race::
White, European Descent
::Species::
Vampire, Possessed
::Possessing Spirit::
Kimaris, Grand Duke of Hell, ruling over twenty-six legions of demons, if memory serves correctly.
::Behavior and Personality::
When residing in his own domain of Hell, he shows respect to those who return the favor. Normally, he is very quiet, and hardly ever speaks. He bears almost no emotional attachment to anything or anyone, as he has no one to be attached to- save for the Master joined with him. He almost never smiles, nor has a humored tone, nor laughs. In short, he's got one hell of a poker face, even in the eyes of extermination. When his temper flares, only the demonic attributes begin to show. When he frenzies, his body immediately shifts into what is shown in the reference picture below, and speaks a little more, but only with a vicious tone and choice of words.
::Vampire Abilities::
Fortitude (toughness increase), Celerity (Speed Increase), Levitation (Can only levitate up to twelve feet from the surface height of where the power began), Potency (Strength increase), Blood Ruby (Magical artifact that allows him to walk unaffected through daylight, and grants him high resistance to weaknesses commonly found through vampires, and the need to feed on vitae is delayed), Undead Regeneration.
::Possessed Abilities::
Darkness Manipulation and Transportation, Pyromancy, Necromancy,
Telepathic Communication, Telekinesis, Corruption (A power used to trap creatures to do his bidding), Summoning Of the Lesser (Summons a creature or demon of Lesser Status, or one defeated/enslaved)
::Demonic Attributes::
Physical appearance changes slightly, ears grow pointed tips and ridges at the peaks and lobes, Fingertips change to bloodstained points, an extra set of incisor teeth, forked tongue, and Darkness curls around his body- creating protective wings or barriers, even extra appendages.
::Weaknesses::
Stated above, he possesses an artifact that grants him a high resistance to the commonly known Vampire weaknesses. However, it is not immunity, and he still suffers from these weaknesses. It takes just a little more time and exposure to take effect. Crucifixes will not scare nor intimidate him, regardless of the faith of the person holding them. Words from the bible cause minor irritations, and after enough of hearing them, it can cause him to frenzy. Holy and Blessed weapons can cause him a considerable amount of damage, but will not be counted as an instant kill.
::Merits/Flaws (VTM)::
Merit- Eat and Drink (Can consume a minor amount of food and liquid that is not saturated or touched by blood, without instantly regurgitating it. However, larger amounts will act poisonously in his system, if not excreted or removed soon.)
Flaw- Addiction (Nicotine) (The Vampire is addicted to a certain substance, controlled or not. The trait can be carried over from turning, or acquired after becoming one of the Undead.)
::History::
The heir to a slave plantation in Louisiana, Malakai was the only son of his father and mother. His mother died at his birth due to complications, and his father was a man of status in the colony, not leaving much time for his son. The childhood was not unlike any other for that time period. Indentured servants and slaves were treated fairly, never whipped, but never paid either. Shelter and food were provided generously, and the servants took care of their masters. Malakai grew up as an educated man, taking an interest in politics, law, and science. Science was a curricular he took privately, outside the necessary lessons required to run a plantation and take over his father's legacy. However, things took a turn for the worst upon the eve of his 24th birthday.
On his way home from the docks, where he'd been managing some of the slaves unloading goods for a friend, he encountered a madman, one who spoke cryptically, and never asked for coin, nor sympathy. Malakai, concerned for the crazed man, offered his hand for support, as he was raised to present public image and kindness. The insane one grabbed his arm, and with a twist of strength, jerked Malakai to the ground and bit into his neck with a fevered lust. Malakai only remembers the searing pain that burned through his veins, and then only blackness. He awoke some hours later, cold and thirsty. He remembered he'd been attacked, and scrambled home to find his father at the dining hall, finishing his evening meal. Then the drums came, slow and soft at first. Their rhythm was provocative, and Malakai neared his father, exclaiming he'd been attacked. His father rose, to meet him, but hesitated, asking if he was alright. Malakai did not notice that his own blood had stained the front of his shirt. He looked down and the drums grew louder with his father's approach. Hands covered his face, as the drums deafened his ears. Malakai begged his father to make the slaves stop their noise, but only to hear his father reply that there were no drums beating, nor bells ringing. Even the grandfather clock was still in its ticking. Malakai looked up, and saw the source of the maddening drums. It was the pulse in the side of his father's neck. The drums banged inside of his mind, calling to him. His lips were dry, and no matter how he licked them, they would not stay damp. The voice called inside his mind, telling him to drink. Drink. Drink!
Malakai lunged at his father, and silenced him with undead strength, as fangs tore into the jugular vein, and drank from its endless river. As he consumed more of his legacy, the noise softened, only to rise again when the housemaid stumbled in to clear the dishes from the table. Malakai spent the entire night feasting on the very people who loved him, and raised him as their own. A torment that would forever burden him.
Years later, at the turn of the century with the rise of occultists and secret worship of demonic entities, did Malakai discover he was not the only creature of his kind. Their were entire clans of endless families that hunted together, travelled together, and lived and slept together. Some were incestuous, claiming to keep their blood pure, others bred themselves with humans, and drank their blood for both food and pleasure. But to him, they were all the same. All the creatures turned him down, called him Trash. Called him impure. Some had even tried to kill him. Malakai went for days feeding on rats and vermin of the eastern coast, never straying too far from his haunt- the plantation at which he was born.
Finally, when returning one evening from an unsuccessful hunt, Malakai collapsed in his deceased father's bedchambers, windows closed and covered by decaying curtains, he cried. He screamed with the rage of a thousand men, and begged for the power to make everyone pay for his curse. Fists smashed against wooden floors and through walls, breaking mirrors and shattering all around him until he collapsed from utter exhaustion. And the voice returned, but it was different. It was not the instinctive hunger that drove him to kill his own father, nor was it a human looking to him with concern, or another vampire with pity and hate. It was gravelly, and soft, and slightly musical. "What would you offer, for your revenge?" Malakai raised his head, and looked to see only a withered old man, bent over a wooden cane. His white beard drooped all the way to the floor, and hair matted around the ears. His scalp was clear of any hair, but tarnished with the stain of filth and grime. Dressed in rags, like Malakai, but the old man's were much older, from a time before Malakai's birth. "Anything." Malakai responded. "Anything..."
::Reference pictures::
Malakai (Possessed)
Malakai (Modern)
Malakai (Frenzied)
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Blood Ruby Disguise
Miscellaneous Blades Carried
Frenzied Blade
I am so happy to see that