Vincent Hart
vampire
Don't ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.
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Post by Vincent Hart on Dec 27, 2010 21:40:31 GMT -5
ELIOENAI*
AMADETH*
FAL’CURUS
Name: Elioenai Amadeth Fal’Curus
Alias: Vincent Veila Hart
Age: 1,112 Years of Age | Appears to be in his early twenties
Species: Vampire
Group: Vagrant
Ability: Not Applicable
Occupation: Pianist/Artist
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Rick Schot
Eye Color: Some people consider his eyes to be rather odd, with red specks scattered across the dark brown irises. The cloudy mist that cloaks his left eye reveals one of his many defects, a defect which causes many to overlook and underestimate his capabilities.
Hair Color: His straight black hair barely reaches the base of his neck, while it extends down to his shoulders in the front, framing his face. One might call it shaggy and unkempt at some moments. Oftentimes, it ends up fall into his face, but as long as it’s only in front of his left eye, he doesn’t pay much attention to it.
Height: He stands at a not-so-imposing height of 5’8”.
Body Build: He has an impressive, lean but muscular build.
Distinguishing Marks: Hundreds of small scars are scattered across his back and right arm, the result of a confrontation gone awry. The scars merely look like small cuts of a slightly darker color than his skin. Four jagged scars run sideways along his abdomen as well, where someone he was fighting got a hold of him with their nails, or what he thought were their nails.
Clothing: (& General Appearance) At first glance, few would recognize anything extraordinary about Elioenai, aside from his impeccably pale complexion. Most would believe this complexion is due to his rarely being outside during the day, but, of course, it is natural. Tanning is out of the question, unless he really wants to be noticed. He has almost hollow-looking cheeks, a soft jaw line, thin eyebrows, and a quaint nose (as quaint as a still rather masculine nose can be. His face is overall soft, perhaps even beautiful in its pale glory, but it has a look of perpetual weariness, emotions involuntarily masked.
In light, his skin may seem to “glow,” giving the false appearance of frailty, as if he would be broken if one touched him the wrong way. At least, that’s how he did appear before his “accident.” Now, it’s really hard to say what one might think. More frail? More battle-worn? Not like he would ask, even if he could. He never thought he looked frail. He’s only been told so, a long time ago. That person changed his mind after a few minutes in a fight with him.
Elioenai prefers to wear extremely dark clothing or just plain white, so matter the season. At home, he dresses in soft-material t-shirts and pants, but no socks or shoes, as his house is set at a temperature he is comfortable with. Out in public, he wears long-sleeved shirts, often button-up shirts, and pants, along with simple tennis shoes or other soft shoes meant for comfort and ease of movement. He wears a necklace with a silver cross pendant, given to him by his assistant.
Likes: - Playing The Piano
”Music gives me a voice.”
One merely has to listen to him play to understand his enthusiasm for music. Although he can also play the acoustic guitar rather well, he finds a special thrill in playing the piano, a peace, if you will.
- Art
”My heart can only express so much.”
Paintings adorn his house, in every room and every hall. He draws as well, sometimes even takes photographs, but the majority of his artistic abilities are used in painting. It is what he makes his career out of, and he has become somewhat famous in that area. Memories are a large source of inspiration for his artwork.
- Light
”The chaos of this life is smothering me.”
Though his inner self still finds shelter in the darkness, and though he naturally refrains from reaching into the light of the sun, he feels a freedom in it that he has not known elsewhere. One might be able to find him staring out a window of his home on a sunny day.
- Rose Gardens
”I’ve never known a fragrance more enticing.”
A small garden of roses sits just outside his home, and he tends to it daily. Roses of various colors and exotic breeds bloom there, but they are hidden behind a white fence enclosure, to keep wanderers from snooping in and ruining the garden.
- Horses
”They are smarter than they’re given credit for.”
Elioenai does not own a horse, and he has not owned one for the past 200 years. To him, they are the embodiment of power, grace, and life, creatures with a will all their own. Much of his artwork depicts these animals in scenes he remembers from his past with them.
Dislikes: - Being Alone
”My soul cries for the redemption it does not deserve.”
Yes, Elioenai lives alone, for the most part, and has been living so for many a year. However, he enjoys others’ company.
- Violence
”The more blood that is drawn, the more we become like animals.”
One might call him a pacifist, but that is not entirely true. He is against violence because it reminds him so much of his past, something he is trying so desperately to forget, or at least, ignore.
- Loud Noises
”Clamor hurts me, wounds me, and deceives me.”
Seeing as the sense he relies on the most is hearing, many sounds that may just be fairly loud to the average person are like loud shouts over speakers to him. Noise is annoying, and to help drown out outside noises, he plays classical piano music on his music player.
- Guns
”The noise of destruction pounds in my ears.”
Again, this goes back to the hating loud noises thing. Guns make racket, and they promote another thing he hates: violence. He also doesn’t know how to properly use one.
- Authority
”I do not lead, but I will not follow, not anymore.
For the majority of his life, Elioenai was taking orders, most of which involved killing, or as he would call it now, murder. He does not feel he meets the qualifications for leading anyone, nor does he have much of the physical capabilities expected from a leader of his kind. Ever since he left the “business,” he has decided against doing anything that has to do with covens or human governments.
Goals:- To Stay Away From His Kin
”I no longer wish to be associated with those of such bloodshed.”
Elioenai wishes mostly to remain clear of vampires and hunters altogether. Away from all who do not promote the normality of life.
- To Live Life Normally
”I want to be what I cannot be.”
Elioenai wants to live a quiet life away from fighting and violence. He does not wish to be dragged back into the world he used to live in. Of course, that world is all around him. He just chooses to ignore it.
Fears: - Returning to the Way He Once Was
As a younger vampire, he was a fighter, a killer. He destroyed his own kin for the sake of humans. Although he does not truly regret protecting humans, he does regret his part in so many massacres.
- Being Confronted About His Former Work
He’s very touchy about his former occupation and would rather not have someone approach him about doing it over.
- Public Knowledge of His Being a Vampire
Obviously, being known as a vampire would not be beneficial to him.
- Getting Involved In a Romantic Relationship
That’s just a plain fear. He’s never been in a real, romantic relationship before, and it scares him, for reasons he regrets to remember.
- The Taste of Blood
The taste of blood brings about the unknown illness he developed as a child, possibly in the womb, through unknown means. It’s disgusting to him.
Strengths: - Fighting Ability
For well over a thousand years, Elioenai has known how to fight, progressing in his ability throughout those years. His former occupation used to involve nothing but fighting, nothing but killing and destroying. He knows very well the art of combat. Those weapons he favors include the sword and staff, though he could fight with practically anything. A chicken could be useful to him in a fight, if it came right down to it. The only weapon he does not use (unless hitting someone in the head with the butt of it) is a gun. Giving a gun to him would be like giving a gun to a five-year-old, if what you want him to do is shoot correctly. Stealth is normally his forte.
- Flexibility & Balance
Elioenai’s stature and body build allows for a variety of movement. That coupled with his experience in battle provides an ample amount of believability as to his skills.
- Stamina
Just because he chooses not to fight, and despite his slow healing, if he gets into a fight, he will stay in it until his opponent is dead or he is unconscious. Now, he might have the will power to step away from a fight, but truth be told, someone might have to pull him out if he really gets into one. He could be bleeding all over, and he would still come fighting.
- Hearing
Without his ability to hear, Elioenai would be a near useless fighter. Since he is half-blind, he uses his ears like a second set of eyes. It would be hard not for him to notice someone creeping through his house, even if the music is on.
- Attention to Detail
As an artist, he must pay attention to the tiniest aspect of his work. (He is also a perfectionist when it comes to his art.) Not much escapes his eye when he’s given time to look over something.
- Artistic & Creative Talent
Back to being an artist. . . . You have to have some creative/artistic talent to be successful in the art field. It’s just a must. Paintings, Drawings, Photographs, what-have-you. He enjoys art, and he’s good at it. He could make something out of just about anything.
Flaws:- Half Blind
Elioenai is blind in his left eye, rendering his left side a blind spot. Many people find it . . . disturbing, when he sometimes turns his head to look at them, kind of like he’s putting them on the spot and examining everything about them. Maybe he is. You never know.
- Mute
It is unknown as to whether or not Elioenai can speak. Although there is no record of him speaking, there have never been any tests. Can you tell he prefers silence? This definitely makes communicating harder when he wants to meet someone. (He does know hand signals and the like.)
- Weak Immune System
However strange it might be, or rare, Elioenai can easily contract human sickness. At least, things like the common cold, the flu, and a few other things. Most diseases are still held at bay.
- Slow Healer
If he is wounded, he is slow to heal. A wound that might normally take a day to heal would take two or three days, and he would still be weak for at least a day after.
- Inability to Show Emotion
Elioenai has an emotional disorder which does not allow the emotion-detecting area of the brain to communicate properly with his facial muscles. This is not a ‘Does Not Like to Show Emotions’ thing. He really CAN’T show emotions, at least through facial expression. Only his eyes provide some sort of window to what he is feeling.
- Can’t Use Guns
He has never used a gun for what it is actually intended, and he would not be able to aim properly even if you tried teaching him. He also abhors guns, in that they create loud noises that are harmful to his ears.
- Unknown Illness
Elioenai cannot drink blood, lest he be overcome by this strange illness. If he so much as tastes even a drop of blood, his skin will turn sensitive, where even the smallest touch would send shivers of pain throughout his body. If one touched his skin, one would think his skin was burning. He’ll also often black out, and if he does, he will be overcome with nightmares. Of course, he still must have his daily dosage of blood, so his assistant helps with injections of it.
Overall Personality: Elioenai, for lack of a more original term, is considered quite the gentleman. Kind, considerate, thoughtful. One could describe him in a multitude of ways, most good and few questionable. It would not be odd for someone to feel comfortable around him, even in the first few moments of knowing him. He has a gentleness about him that shows in everything he does. In caring for his roses, his touch speaks only of a quiet tenderness. Even in painting, his strokes are soft, slow, and even. Trust, honesty, and honor. He knows the meaning of each word about him which others might paint on their lips.
However, this amiable being could fool anyone without even trying. His eyes are clouded with an understanding, a small sense of wisdom, but they are also filled with a deep depression and sadness. Confusion is sometimes present, usually when he is contemplating his life and why he is still alive. The lonely creature. He does not bother to mask this. Anger rarely floods those eyes. In fact, to think anger possible for him would seem outlandish to those around him, though he is quite capable of housing the most immense of resentment and rage.
Anyone who knew him 200 years ago would be amazed at his current occupation. There is another side to Elioenai, one not seen since the accident that nearly took his life. There was once a time when the blood of another being spilt did not bother him. When he brought fear down into the very hearts of his own kin. He is, and was, entirely against who and what he is. Having a hatred for his own kind, he had sided with humans in their attempts to eradicate the vampires. He followed orders to a fault, and he enjoyed battle more than anything, or so he thought. It would not be strange to one day see this side come out again, this side which he represses so.
Relatives: - Father | Amadeth Alar Fal’Curus
- Mother | Morolaine Sindara Faragail Fal’Curus
- Younger Brother | Abbacus Nadre Fal’Curus
- Older Sister | Adara Katiri Fal’Curus
Overall History: ”Hate this bloodless soul.”
Elioenai’s past has always been somewhat of a mystery. Even he does not remember his early years very well. He remembers his desire to be a warrior, his need to make his family proud. He remembers the hatred of his parents for his existence. His defects were shameful to his parents’ lineage, and he sought a remedy, something that could make him more than what they believe was a “cripple.” They didn’t think he would last very long.
I obeyed their demands. Submitted to their wishes. I experienced things that, now, I would see as cruel and disgusting. But I survived. I trained as best I could in hopes of achieving my dreams, if dreams they were. I excelled. I succeeded.
”I wasn’t meant for chasing dreams.”
Within the first 100 years of his life, he had risen to a level of fighting beyond the ability trainers or comrades thought possible for him. But with that honor came the enemies he would have to face. Those enemies were humans. Those enemies were werewolves. The first time he fought in a battle, he was filled with an overwhelming bloodlust he had never experienced before. It made him afraid. As he could not safely inject blood into his bloodstream, he was forced to drink the blood of those he killed in battle. It was a strange, wonderful sensation, but when it was all over, he was weaker than he had ever been.
Feeding left him weak, and over time, after many fights, he became horrified at the massacre of innocents. He had believed the others were enemies only because he was told they were. He did not think to understand their feud, if it was indeed a feud. Perhaps his family and their kin were only killers. Just murderers.
When I refused to continue their war, they tried to kill me. They hated me. So, I ran. I joined the humans, who seemed to have the lesser ability to protect themselves, and consented to obeying any order they gave me, to kill anyone, even my own kin. They did not welcome my presence, but their attitude toward me was kinder than that of my family’s.
”Slay this love.”
Up until 200 years ago, Elioenai was a loyal partner of a few he called ‘hunters,’ though they weren’t quite mainstream in ways of being known. They had, at first, denied him, but he persisted, and he continually showed himself loyal by protecting civilians and eventually, making an oath. By this time, he had seen many die. Be killed. Hunted. Destroyed. Obliterated. He was beginning to feel that this, though lesser in evil than that which he had once known, was just as destructive. Just as deadly. He had become a traitor. A killer. A murderer. Whatever name you could give to someone who killed as he did. He was like a mercenary now, though he was more at home with the ‘hunters,’ more than ever.
There was this girl there. I had worked with her before. She was very good at what she did, for a human. She was very new and fresh, and they put her with me for reasons of which I did not ask. I developed feelings for her, feelings anyone in my position should have felt ashamed of. After four years of working around her, I could not help but feel protective of her. Even when she worked with others, I would follow, but only if I was not assigned elsewhere. It was strange. I didn’t understand this feeling.
”The last time I followed orders, I greeted Death at the Front Gate. I’d hoped I was finished. But someone held my hand, told me I wasn’t. Then it was all pain. All pain.
Then it happened. The girl was turned by a vampire, her body taking to the vampire blood easily. He was sent to kill her, and like always, he obeyed, running, chasing, unsure as to what he would really do when he reached her but certain he would do what he had come to do. When he did come upon her, she had changed completely. She loved being a vampire. She . . . loved it. This made him realize she was truly gone, gone to who she was supposed be.
Things went wrong. I hadn’t noticed the small bomb that had been planted nearby. As I began to fight her, it exploded. All I could think of was the pain as the shards of metal sank into my flesh. I was unconscious. I don’t know what happened to the girl.
Elioenai left that occupation after surviving the surgery which had nearly killed him, leaving his spine slightly altered in a way that made it painful to fight even years later. He chose a quiet life, hopefully away from all the chaos of his old life, as an artist and pianist.
Seven years ago, he got a new assistant, as these types of people were always necessary when he couldn’t get out in the sun or speak with clients himself. This assistant is human and knows what he is, even going so far as to retrieve donated blood and help him with its injection. They have grown to be close friends over the years, something Elioenai did not expect in the beginning, and they came to Las Vegas, of all places. People had encouraged him to get under the radar, to blend in. He isn’t so sure he can do either, but his assistant says he needs more excitement in his life.
The covens he sometimes hears about, and the demons that have risen to be known, are strangers to him. He’s forgotten by now which coven his family supposedly belonged to, or if there even were covens that they were a part of, possibly because he never cared what their alliance happened to be. He had only wished to please. Now he is so far removed from that arena of life that he sometimes fails to recognize himself in his own mirror.
OOC Name: Holly | Streamstrider | El | Vincent
Age: 19
Years RPing: 8 Years
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