Post by Devon Parker on Dec 2, 2008 18:49:24 GMT -5
Name: Devon Riley Parker
Age: 84
Race: Vampire
Abilities:
- Fighting the bloodlust
- hunting
- rhetoric
- being a chameleon
- Some telepathy, but not enough to be useful
- He’s fast, but slower than most vampires
Weaknesses:
- Sunlight
- Alcohol
- Chocolate
- Heals slowly
Appearance:
Devon is about 6 feet tall, 170 pounds. He’s toned and lean, but not in a rakish kind of way. His physical prowess is there, but it doesn’t make him stand out visually. His hair is a dark brown, not long but not short, ans is somewhat scruffy. He generally just shakes it out in the morning or whenever he wakes up and doesn’t care much how it looks. His eyes are somewhat uniques, though; they are pale, clear blue with a darker ring of blue around the iris. It doesn’t mean anything special at all, but it certainly makes him look more intense.
Though he is a vampire, Devon does not heal like he should. Someone once speculated it was a genetic abnormality, but Devon never bothered to actually check. As a result, he can heal faster than the average human, but major injuries still leave scars. He has a number of small ones all over his body, including a light one across his left cheek and several parallel ones along his right thigh. The largest is one that crosses diagonal across his back from his right should to his left hip.
He normally has a bit of stubble, and his favorite old greatcoat, which has seen many years, repairs, and alterations, is one of his few original possessions. Devon has no particular style, but he wears whatever is clean and comfortable. Most of his clothes are neutral colored, allowing him to blend into crowds and hunt down targets. Everything he owns lets him move with ease and speed, and sort of makes him look like a laid back rocker or something.
Personality:
] Devon doesn’t much like other people; he never has. To say he is an outcast would be the ultimate understatement. He uses people when he has to, but more often than not he kills whomever he associates with. He doesn’t look very dangerous, dressing casually, but neatly, and has an ever-present smile on his lips. It’s gentle, but first impressions of Devon are deceiving. They are meant to be, as his main objective is to disarm the unaware, and send them six feet under. That is, if he’s dealing with other vampires.
He ranges from sarcastic and cruel to calm and understanding, depending on what his goal is. When he gets in a bad mood however, it’s generally not hard to tell. Just follow the trail of bodies, and be glad he doesn’t get angry very often. This anger can be both a great weakness and a great strength, and is often fueled by bloodlust. He does his best not to drink the blood of humans, but sometimes he has no choice. He would starve himself, but he can’t die until his mission is complete.
Generally single-minded in his overall life goal, Devon creates a maze of tangents and mysteries around himself to show other people, so they don’t discover said goal. He reads like an open book, but there’s a lot more between the lines than written on the pages.
History:
Devon is a loner, traveling from place to place, and never settling down. He hasn’t been in the company of a coven he calls his own since he was thirteen, when he left home. From the time he was old enough to think for himself, Devon realized he was very different from his family members. The product of a long line of vampires, Devon detested his lineage. He hated what vampires were and what they stood for. This he kept strictly to himself, for his father would probably have ended him had that little piece of gossip reached his ears.
When he was old enough, Devon discovered that while he was incredibly strong and fast, he didn’t heal in an instant like his relatives. It took a long time, and left a scar if it was big enough. He also burns in sunlight, not enough to kill him, but enough to blister the skin, another product of his strange genetic abnormality. He can generally stand it if he’s mostly covered and has sunglasses on. For all of these things, he was an outcast within his own family. It came to a peak when Devon was thirteen; he could not stand it any more. It had to end.
His coven was found slaughtered a week later. Devon had vanished. Since then, he’s traveled around the world, and has never returned to his home of England; there’s a price on his head. Devon has a mission in life, one single, all-inclusive goal: to rid the earth of vampires. This doesn’t make him many friends, and any ties he does have are with humans. He does his best to avoid feeding on them, though sometimes he has no choice. Lycans don’t bother him much, although he likes them little better than vampires. He does not, however, make an attempt to eradicate them. One species at a time. And so, for 71 years, Devon has hopped around the globe, eradicating as many vampires as he can, uncaring of the futility of his endeavors. He intends to return to England last, and finish the fight where it started.
A master of disguise and subterfuge, Devon is an expert at conning people, no matter what species. He’s become and excellent fighter, picking up martial arts in the Far East, and weapons training in Eastern Europe. Recently he’s taken up swordplay, as he finds it more elegant, and ironic in that removing his head with such a sword is one of the only ways to kill him. So he travels, lies low, and hunts. At the moment, he’s gotten wind of a growing population of vampires in New York, and he’s been spending more time in the States. Pray you don’t meet him in a bad mood.
Other Notes:
He doesn’t kill on sight. He kills, yes, but he does it methodically. (I promise I won’t murder characters without permission! Only NPCs!)
RP Sample: The trains didn't come this far north much, and when they did, passengers were few. Most of the time passengers were moving away from this train's destination. It was too cold, and the backcountry town didn’t encourage tourism; it was said the dark trees held something ominous.
Hidden in the dim half-light of the train car, a man sat, staring blankly out the window. One might have wondered how he managed to bring a sword and two pistols strapped to his thighs on board, but if anyone cared to ask, they probably wouldn't have lasted to the end of the sentence.
He wasn't particularly menacing, but there was something about him that was off. His face was too angular, and he gave off a distinctly cold and unpleasant air. And he was smiling, but it wasn't a nice smile, never reaching his eyes. This smile meant he was after a new target, and he was going to get what he wanted.
The train pulled to a creaky stop, and the doors opened with a slight whirring noise. With no luggage to speak of, Devon Parker stepped out onto the arrival platform of Black Frost, Alaska, searching the empty space up and down. The cold of the open air didn't effect the undead. The vampire sniffed the air, and then grimaced.
“ This is going to take longer than I thought..."
Face Claim: Ian Somerholder
Your Name: Sera
Your Age: 16
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