Post by andrews on Jun 3, 2009 19:45:53 GMT -5
Vinceion Thullein
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Ryan Hall
Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: 5 years
How you found the site: I am Komaji
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Andrew Thulleia
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair Color: Black/Red
Eye Color: White/Azure and Red
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Wealth: Below poverty line; his money is no good
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Why they are in La Campana: He was in a fight with one of his long-time enemies and cast into a portal which sent him to this palce and time. He has enrolled to blend in and buy him time until he can find a way back.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
-Following his own rules
-Being alone
-Perfumes/Incense
-Drugs/Stimulants
-Water
-Staying single
-Pain, those that can give it to him
-Duty to his god
-Sparring
Dislikes:
-Altruism (doing things for other people)
-People who he sees as weak physically and mentally/emotionally
-People who are always happy no matter the circumstance
-People pitying or showing mercy towards him
-An unfair/dishonorable fight for either side
-Impatiency and Urgency
-Rules
-People who dictate to him about the 'right' thing
Turn Ons:
-Pain
-Excess
-Dark things (such as satanic or demonic)
-Being overpowered (does NOT happen often at all)
-Dirty Talk (can become INCREDIBLY intense if he's in the mood)
-Violent sex (-snicker- you have no idea...)
Turn Offs:
-People who can't take pain
-Whiners/Criers
-True Love
-People calling him 'babe' or 'hun'
Nervous Habits:
-Fiddles with the amulet around his neck, generating an eerie green aurora when he does so
-His azure-colored eye becomes completely white when he is nervous or distressed
Fears:
-Falling in Love
-Becoming weak with his powers
Goals/Aspirations:
-Get back to his own time and place
-Recruit people to his beliefs and by doing so alter his own timeline if he is unable to get back
-Destroy those whom are loyal to Nether
Appearance: To put it lightly, Vinceion is absolutely georgous to nearly all humans whose gaze falls upon his form. Even in his cloak and hood, he eminates an eerily attractive but dark and imposing air at the same time. He has been alive for several thousands of years and he has worked all that time to sculpt and build his body, and it most definitely shows. His figure is absolutely perfect and flawless with an attractively pale complexion. Every muscle that is possible to see on his body is visible and in great detail covered by many black tattos which seem to shift and move as one looks upon them. His belly button and nipples are surronded by individual tattos bearing resemblance to suns and his long, black and red hair flow down past his hips nearly touching the ground when fully let out, creating a beautifully extravagant mane.
Personality: Vinceion is generally a cold and uncaring person whom is able to remain calm in any situation. He cares nothing for other people and only does things for others when he believes it benefits himself in some way. He has never, nor does he ever want any friends and love for him is absolutely and irrevocably out of the question. His love and affections are directed soley at his god whom he will serve even beyond death.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: None known
Mother: None known
Sibling/s: His fellow Arcanists
Other important relatives: None
Pets: None
History: Born some time before in the future when humanity was thrust across the universe to his home galaxy on accident, Vinceion was one of the first members of the rebellion against his own race to destroy the godess of Intelligence, Nether so that his god, and the creator of the rebellion, could destroy the god of power, Ithallius. His entire galaxy has become engulfed by the war, and ever since he was a child, that is all he has known. He was trained at a very young age to grow to be strong and powerful, which he did to surpising effect.
He grew up with no parents, just the guidance of his fellow Arcanist Mentors making him very cold and uncaring. He became an incredibly strong and powerful fighter and immediately joined the Arcanists in battle during their first campaign against the church. During a recent battle, Vinceion met his most hated Altruist rival and was locked in a duel with him which shook the planet they were fighting on. Seeing he would be defeated by Vinceion if he did not do something soon, the Altruist opened a portal which Vinceion stumbled into and ended up in this time and this place. His single goal is to get back, or if he cannot get back, to recruit as many followers as possible and alter his timeline.
Roleplaying Sample: It appeared and was gone instantly. A portal opened on the outskirts of the school grounds, a gentle breeze seeming to suck everything in for a fraction of a second. During that time, a figure lunged through the portal and rolled along the ground, jumping back up with grace and speed that would shock and startle anyone whom would have seen it. Realizing what had just happened, the figure dashed back to the portal, but it closed just as he reached out for it, causing him to clench his fist in anger.
He stood moionless for a few seconds, then pulled down the hood of his dark cloak, letting his unusually long black and red hair fall down to his ankles and turned towards the group of buildings not far from where he was standing. The buildings were incredibly primitive, seeing no signs or hints of any use of E'lan. Whomever inhabited this planet was sloppy in their architecture. When he looked closer, he saw individuals moving around in between the buildings. Vinceion looked down on the with both interest and repulsion. They were incredibly clumsy in their movements. Then it came to him. Were these... humans?
Most certainly they were. He could never forget their movements; they were unmistakable. Smiling, Vinceion looked more closely at the humans moving about, completely oblivious to his presence, nearly divine compared to their own. With a blank expression on his face, Vinceion walked gracefully down towards the buildings, seeming to float above the ground his steps were so graceful and light. If he was to get back, he would have to find a way.