Post by Azrael Aurelius on Oct 7, 2013 6:37:44 GMT
Azrael Marcus Aurelius.1,853 . Straight . Vampire . Jared Leto .
 | S T R E N G T H S + Very strong, even for a vampire due to his age. + Incredibly fast to the point of being as quick as a Slayer. + Years of tactical training and combat training in his childhood makes him a natural warrior. + The natural gifts and abilities that come with being a vampire. + Very analytical and observant mind. W E A K N E S S E S What is the ways your character can be hurt or killed besides normal means? Do they have any other types of physical or mental weaknesses? This includes emotional weaknesses as well, temptations, etc. At least 5 dot points, which go into detail. + Quick tempered to an alarming degree. + Excitement, if it seems exciting in the slightest he will definitely do it. + Anything that proves it could be a challenge, he would enter a fight simply to prove to himself that his opponent could not defeat him. + The Sun, though he seems to be able to stand it for a few moments longer than the average vampire. All of the usual vampire weaknesses apply for him as well. + Young, blonde girls. As Sigmund Freud told him in a session before he drained and then changed the man, Azrael was chasing "the mother he never had". Which more or less means his average victim is of the young blonde variety. L I K E S + Violence, he has an unhealthy bloodthirst that goes past sadistic. + Blades, he prefers them over projectile weapons simply from the raw energy that's felt when staring into someone's eyes as they die. + Blood, blood, and more blood. Absolutely delicious and refreshing. + Power, if he can control it he will and he will love it the entire time. + The thrill of the chase, if his blood still pumped it woud be from the adrenaline, but as a predator he gets a feeling even stronger than an adrenaline rush when chasing down his prey. D I S L I K E S + The Sun, it's bullshit, and unnecessary. + Slayers, they're a thorn in his side and always have been with their "do-gooder" attitudes. + Losing, he can't stand to lose at anything. + This new health trend that's trying to get people to lose weight, he prefers them fat and plump and tasty just like they have been the last couple of decades ever since McDonalds was invented. + Cats, pointless. H I S T O R Y Azrael Marcus Aurelius was born in Rome, Italy in 160 AD to the Emperor at the time, Marcus Aurelius Augustus and a mistress he had taken in secret because of her marriage to another man in Marcus' circle of advisors. When it became apparent she was pregnant she had planned on playing it off as her husband's child, but she never had to construct the rouse because he died of the Athenian Plague shortly after she discovered her pregnancy. When Azrael was born Marcus made sure that the boy's mother would be looked after, he provided her with all the money and items she would ever need to care for their child, although he kept the child a secret from everyone else around him. As the boy grew, Marcus took him under his wing and taught him tactics and philosophy, wanting to make up for the fact of not being able to claim him publicly by atleast giving him knowledge that most people at the time wouldn't have. Azrael had the absolute best instructors the Roman Empire could supply at the time, but he seemed to have a natural ability and a love for combat. All through his childhood whenever he had a spare moment he could be found hacking at a tree with a practice sword or sparring with his friends. He was a very intelligent and kind child, loved by all of his friends and everyone else in Rome that knew him, life was going perfectly. That is until he decided to enter a particular brothel on the night of his 20th birthday to celebrate making it two decades into the world. The night started off as any other, with enough alchohol to kill a rhino and more women than a rap music video, he told stories of the battles he'd participated in, he laughed with his friends and even got into a couple of drunken fights, all in all he was having a splendid night. Towards the end of the evening he decided to call it quits and stumble his way across town towards his home, arriving shortly afterwards to a scene that drove the alchohol from his system and instantly sobered him up. Laid out infront of him on the floor was his mother's carcass, intestines spilled across the floor and spread out, almost as if an animal had been playing with them. Little did he know that's exactly what it was, for when he went to leave and alert someone he felt a very strong and very cold hand gripping around the back of his neck and yanking him backwards onto the ground. Piercing pain ripped through his mind as he felt teeth break skin and enter his neck, and then there was a sudden tranquility, a sort of chemically enduced euphoria, and he knew that he wasn't going to be in this world much longer. Suddenly it stopped, he couldn't see any longer, his vision had faded, he could only barely hear the words "So beautiful..." over and over again as he felt the cold hand brushing at the hair across his face. The vampire that had entered his home earlier in the night, posing as a girlfriend of Azrael's, was named Alala Amarantos, a former Spartan princess who had been turned centuries before. She had been feeling lonely the past few decades and had decide to sire a mate for herself and thus she had begun the process of picking her offspring. For weeks she had watched Azrael, as he fought, as he trained, as he was with his friends, she was sure that this would be her mate and so she had went about the process of turning him. At first when Azrael awoke after his transition he went through the normal initial confusion that everyone had, but once he'd realized what was happening the demon inside took hold with an iron grip and he seemed to embrace every aspect of being a vampire. She couldn't have asked for a better pupil as he soaked up every lesson she taught him; how to hunt without getting caught, when it's best to fight and when it's best to run, how to avoid Slayers at all costs. He was everything she'd ever hoped for and more, and with a bloodlust that overpowered hers it didn't take long before Azrael was the true leader of the two, despite her being his sire. She truly loved him for centuries, as much as a soulless creation could love another, but she knew he simply didn't feel the same for her, he didn't feel for anyone really, he only cared about blood and death, and himself. So finally one night during a slaughter in Black Plague-era Britain, she confronted him about her feelings and insecurities, to which he simply laughed and continued his destruction of the cadaver infront of him. This enraged her and she struck him, sending him slamming into the wall beside him. She realized her mistake as she saw the rage that permeated from his eyes when he looked at her, it was too late to undo the damage. She barely had time to finish that thought before Azrael took her head clean off of her shoulders, letting the following dust run through his fingers. Azrael felt a sudden and invigorating sense of freedom and continued on without looking back. He was unbound now, his own master. He had been his own master before, but now he could truly do as he wished without hearing Alala's persistant whining, this was a very good thing for him. So for centuries more he continued to pillage and tear his way across the countryside, finally moving to the States where a whole new batch of land was fresh for his taking. ___________________________________________ Hell. That was the only word that could even come close to describing the place. Death and torture lurked around every corner and beasts from the depths of the worst kinds of nightmares walked around openly, this was their domain, Asriel was the outsider. He was the freak in this place, he was the prey, the food, and if he quit fighting, for even a second, he would be dead, no second chances, no re-tries he would be ash littering the cracked and solid ground. He didn't know exactly how long it had been since he'd come this place, months, maybe even years, time had begun to take on very little importance in his mind, the only thing that had taken relevance was survival. He'd managed to survive on the blood of the demons around him when they'd finished with their battles and it sustained him enough to give him strength, but it also was beginning to feed something else inside of him. Asriel could feel the beast within growing stronger, the blood of the other demons only furthering to nurture the animal that normally stayed locked deep down inside. Now he could feel it trying to break through the surface when he was fighting, he could feel his conscious mind slipping away and the predatory entering in its place. The predator, the animal, the beast, it was all synonymous with rage and bloodlust. The few times he'd let himself fall into the fury of it he'd come to several hours later to find the area littered with the dead and broken bodies of various demons. Now once more, he was standing infront of yet another demon, about to start in on yet another battle. He had no clue when the last time he'd been able to sleep had been, it had to have been several days before. He found himself in a brief moment of clarity, for some reason the beast had retreated from his mind and he looked downwards at his blood-stained hands. He realized with a shock that his fingernails had grown and sharpened into razor-edged claws. His hair had grown down past his shoulders and he knew he was nine kinds of filthy, and now he was about to add more blood to the filth. Asriel looked upwards towards the demon infront of him, the beastial growl emitting from deep within his throat. What he saw instead caught him so completely off-guard that he froze in place. Standing infront of him, just the way she'd looked the day before he'd been sent to this place, was Danielle. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her to be, every detail from the way her smile seemed to emit it's own light, to the deepness of her eyes that made him want to lose himself in them, all of it was exactly the same. The fact that she was in such a place as this was beside the point, the love of his life was standing not three feet infront of him. Asriel took a step forward, a single tear rolling down his right cheek, "Da..... Danielle...?" He spoke through a dry throat, he hadn't spoken a word of English in months, as was obvious by the struggle the words had been to produce. He reached forwards towards her and immediately Danielle slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare touch me you monster.... you don't think I know..? You don't think I know of all the hundreds of people that you've killed in your life...? You are an animal...." She spoke with venom-laced words, contempt covering her face. "But..." he began, emotion choking him off momentarily as more tears began to spring from his eyes. What was happening...? Was this real...? "But.... I didn't have a soul when I did those things... you know this.." "That is not the point you vile beast... the only reason I was ever close to you was to keep you near me so I would know when you were going to strike... if Carola hadn't sent you here I would have killed you myself....you sicken me..." Asriel felt himself fall to one knee, her words cutting him to the very core. He looked down at the ground, watching his tears drop onto the dirt. "Father....? ... daddy?!" Asriel's body suddenly went very still. Ever so slowly he looked upwards and the sight infront of him nearly took him to the ground. Now instead of Danielle standing before him was his two children. The two children he'd had as a human in Sparta over two millenia before. He hadn't seen their faces in such a long time, but he still remembered exactly what they looked like. Asriel brought a hand to his mouth to try and stifle his sobs as he stared wide-eyed at his two children, each of them bearing twin bite marks on their necks. ".... Sienna.... Darien.......what.. are you.." "Daddy.... why did you bite us...? It hurt when you bit us daddy.... I was so scared daddy..." The little girl, Sienna spoke. Asriel fell back onto his ankles, bringing the palms of both hands to place them over his eyes, trying to rub away the images infront of him. "I'm sorry... it wasn't my fault... I couldn't control it... I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry.... I loved you... more than anything.... I am so sorry..." he then fell into a fit of deep sobs, unable to pull another coherent sentence out. The sight of his two children had broken his will to live and he no longer wanted to go on, he gladly would have welcomed death at that point. "It was your job to protect us Asriel... not to murder us..." said the woman who now stood in the spot that had been previously been occupied by his chilren. The woman was tall and her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, she was nothing short of gorgeous, looking as if the embodiment of a goddess. Asriel had nothing left to cry about, he'd cried more than his fill at the sight of his children once again that he was now numb. He only stared at the ghostly image of his long dead wife infront of him, the mother of his children, his first true love. The wound on her neck still looked as fresh as it had over two thousand years before when he'd killed her. Sensing Asriel's defeat, the image of his wife changed before his very eyes, back into the image of Danielle. "Let me end it for you Asriel.... let me end your suffering.... you can be with them once again and you'll never have to worry about their safety.... let me end it Asriel..." She spoke in calming, soothing words as she walked closer towards him, a single dagger in her delicate hands. Asriel could feel the beast within stir. Had he the strength he would have fought the beast, placed it back within its cage, but he was broken in every sense of the word. He let the beast's rage and fury flow freely throughout every portion of his mind, let the rolling waves of wrath soothe his mind. Subconsciously Asriel knew that the images he'd been seeing were produced from the demon, it was some sort of illusionist demon and it had nearly killed him. But the demon had made a mistake, the demon had pushed him too far, and now Asriel was at the point of no return. He was the beast, he was the animal, he was the predator.....he was death incarnate. With a beastial roar he launched himself towards the form of 'Danielle', his clawed finges immediately jutting forward to slice into her neck, the demon instantly losing the illusion as its warm blood spilled across Asriel's knuckles. It's eyes grew wide as it saw its own death reflected in Asriel's glowing blood-red eyes. Cam. 25 . Like...11 now? Wow, I'm the O.G. of roleplaying. |
