Post by Vladimir on Jun 28, 2017 18:50:40 GMT -5
Played by: Remus
Name: Vladimir Stanton
Age: 1024 years
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
House: Doran
Classes: Shadow Mimicry, Mythology and the Truth, Ancient Magic
Occupation: Fourth Year (Student)
Likes: His arrogance commands admiration and respect, even if it is earned by striking fear into the hearts of his unwilling subjects. He relies on those strong enough to challenge his tyrannical decree to keep his life from becoming stagnant, and he takes pleasure in exerting his dominance. On the more mellow side, the quiet solitude that the night brings soothes his restless soul.
Dislikes: While he enjoys being challenged, he abhors losing. He cannot stand coming in second. Being mocked, belittled, or patronized ignites a dangerous flame in him. It is best to feign respect, lest you wind up with a broken rib (or three). He finds those who openly display weakness to be pests, no greater than snails beneath his boot. Emotions are a nuisance to be repressed.
Strengths: Cunning, shrewd, bold, resilient, independent, resolute, passionate, ambitious, loyal, observant, sincere
Weaknesses: Brash, hotheaded, aloof, temperamental, intense, manipulative, unforgiving, reserved, possessive
Fears: He fears hurting those he holds close to his heart. While he would not hesitate to sink his teeth into a foe, he keeps careful distance between himself and allies. It wouldn't be the first time he lost control at the expense of someone else's life.
Secret: His race is no mystery, but it is not known that he once resided in the ranks of the angels. He masquerades as no more than one of Satan's wayward sons.
Description: He is not someone who you want to cross paths with on a dark street. He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches, broad-shouldered and lean, often wearing a snide, wolf-like grin. Clad in worn combat boots and a beat up leather jacket, the only color his wardrobe appears to consist of is black. His hair is as dark as coal, unkempt, hanging shaggily around his face. He has a sharp jawline and a scowl that could freeze Hell over. From a distance, his eyes are a dark shade of brown, but up close traces of crimson become more apparent.
Vladimir has two forms. While he spends most of his time wearing his human suit, on the occasion that he surrenders his control to the demon that inhabits his body, the most obvious signs are the two gruesome horns that push their way from his skull and the blood-red sheen of glowing eyes. One horn is chipped, having been knocked off in a brawl with another demon.
Powers: Any powers he had as an angel were stripped from his as brutally as his wings were torn from his back, but upon making acquaintance with his brethren, he gained new abilities. In exchange for his soul, he was gifted with the power to control darkness in all its forms. Because of this, he is most powerful on the night of the new moon, as the dark replenishes the strength. He can detach his shadow from himself and send it on errands, which allows him to easily sneak into places he shouldn't. He can also take control over other people's shadows, and through this, he is able to control them like puppets on strings. This, however, is a last resort.
When he feeds off another creature's blood, he gains its life force. If he kills a deer, that life force is very little. On the other hand, if he drinks the blood of a sorcerer, his powers will vastly increase. The stronger the life force he devours is, the longer it satiates him. He also knows blood magic, and with a single drop of another's blood, he can enact great spells with his mother tongue. Then, of course, enhanced strength and speed come with the territory of being immortal.
Belongings: He keeps an angel's feather wedged in between the pages of an old book, which he guards with his life.
Personality: The first word that anyone would use to describe Vladimir is intimidating. He is reserved, cold, and goes out of his way to repel others with a number of practiced, contemptuous glares. There are few who dare get close to the man due to both his unapproachable stance and the sordid rumors circulating around the school. Thus, he succeeds in his quest for isolation. He is a hermit who prefers solitude, as it makes his life easier, if not dull. Connections are tedious and require a vulnerability that he is not willing to surrender himself to. He refuses to roll over and present his stomach without a struggle, believing that emotions are nothing more than a sign of petty, human weakness. Instead, he willfully withdraws himself from the herd, and anyone who doesn't get the message will be graced with snide scowls and derisive remarks until they do.
He is an arsonist who burns bridges as fast as he makes them, possessing a vengeful temperament. He bears a vindictive nature and responds callously to perceived threats with caustic barbs. However, while he is a calculating man, his emotions often get the better of him and push him into making brash decisions in the heat of the moment. His recklessness is one of his greatest weaknesses. He is highly intelligent, but his temper rips him around on a leash.
While is aloof aura succeeds in keeping most potential allies away, he guards those he is fond of at a distance. He struggles to show affection in human ways, as he is little more than a beast, but will fiercely guard anyone he cherishes. Open displays of affection make him withdraw as if acid was poured over his skin, but it is a fast way to turn him from a snarling wolf to a dog with its tail between its legs. Yes, he offers little physical affection even to those who he is most loyal to, but he would hunt down whoever made any member of his pack cry in a hearbeat and inflict unmentionable horrors upon them. At times, his protective nature can come off as controlling and overbearing. He is often misunderstood because of the way he demonstrates his concern in a language composed of snarls and threats, but he is more possessive of people than he lets on.
History: He was created to sing among the choirs of Heaven, sculpted as beautifully and carefully as a Grecian statue. Unfortunately, the prophets saw other tragedies in store for him, as he was not destined to be a hero. When Vladimir took the life of Nathaniel, shock rippled through the Heavens, for no one understood how the Holy Father could have created such a despicable, flawed creature. Surely that was not possible. There had been interference. There were whispers that he was the Devil's work. Satan had played a hand in the beast's creation. They must banish him, be rid of him, scorn him to redeem themselves for being so blind. No one dared to think that God had merely become bored. Boredom, after all, was a primal evil known only to mortals. Sin could not make its way through Heaven's gates unless someone had let the serpent inside with their own two hands. Who else but the traitor himself could have been responsible?
His trial was hardly a trial. The angels outcast him with the same brutality that their human counterparts demonstrated. He spoke not a word. He held the beautiful Axiel in his unforgiving gaze as he was thrown to the wolves. She, his love, was the only one who knew the truth, yet she let him take the fall alone, pleading in Nathaniel's favor. The brothers had bickered as bitterly over her as they had the kingdom. Nathaniel had inherited everything, been too pristine even for a celestial being, and something about that had incited a dangerous wrath in Vladimir. While Nathaniel had been chosen for the council, he had been overlooked, dismissed, never able to measure up. In the fiery heat of a moment, it had felt right to take that from his arrogant brother. He did not comprehend the permanence of his actions until many years later.
As punishment, Vladimir was stripped of his powers and banished to earth, the breeding ground of sin. His wings were torn from his back, the hallmark of the fallen, and he was cursed to live until the the Day of Reckoning when the earth would burst into flames — unless he learned to amend his mistakes. Instead of seeing it as a second chance, he saw it as betrayal. He found comfort in the Devil's embrace, turned to the darkness in search of acceptance. In exchange for the promise of his soul, he was granted great abilities. The guilt was so much that he struck the deal, thus being transformed into a ghoulish monster and Satan's pawn. He cackled at the feeling of power in his hands, seized it to spite the family that had so callously rejected him. Only after centuries of bloodthirst did he learn the weight of his decision and the consequences it wrought. No matter how hard he scrubbed his hands, the blood would not come off. That was his first inkling of what it felt like to be human. The more time he spent on the earth, the more human he became.
Eventually, a wise wizard found him and extended a hand, promising to help him learn to control his curse. Vladimir took it in a moment of weakness, and thus, he has grudgingly found himself among a school of misfits. It is a great insult to his pride, but he stays because he doesn't know where else to go. It is the only hope he has to master his wickedness.
Name: Vladimir Stanton
Age: 1024 years
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
House: Doran
Classes: Shadow Mimicry, Mythology and the Truth, Ancient Magic
Occupation: Fourth Year (Student)
Likes: His arrogance commands admiration and respect, even if it is earned by striking fear into the hearts of his unwilling subjects. He relies on those strong enough to challenge his tyrannical decree to keep his life from becoming stagnant, and he takes pleasure in exerting his dominance. On the more mellow side, the quiet solitude that the night brings soothes his restless soul.
Dislikes: While he enjoys being challenged, he abhors losing. He cannot stand coming in second. Being mocked, belittled, or patronized ignites a dangerous flame in him. It is best to feign respect, lest you wind up with a broken rib (or three). He finds those who openly display weakness to be pests, no greater than snails beneath his boot. Emotions are a nuisance to be repressed.
Strengths: Cunning, shrewd, bold, resilient, independent, resolute, passionate, ambitious, loyal, observant, sincere
Weaknesses: Brash, hotheaded, aloof, temperamental, intense, manipulative, unforgiving, reserved, possessive
Fears: He fears hurting those he holds close to his heart. While he would not hesitate to sink his teeth into a foe, he keeps careful distance between himself and allies. It wouldn't be the first time he lost control at the expense of someone else's life.
Secret: His race is no mystery, but it is not known that he once resided in the ranks of the angels. He masquerades as no more than one of Satan's wayward sons.
Description: He is not someone who you want to cross paths with on a dark street. He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches, broad-shouldered and lean, often wearing a snide, wolf-like grin. Clad in worn combat boots and a beat up leather jacket, the only color his wardrobe appears to consist of is black. His hair is as dark as coal, unkempt, hanging shaggily around his face. He has a sharp jawline and a scowl that could freeze Hell over. From a distance, his eyes are a dark shade of brown, but up close traces of crimson become more apparent.
Vladimir has two forms. While he spends most of his time wearing his human suit, on the occasion that he surrenders his control to the demon that inhabits his body, the most obvious signs are the two gruesome horns that push their way from his skull and the blood-red sheen of glowing eyes. One horn is chipped, having been knocked off in a brawl with another demon.
Powers: Any powers he had as an angel were stripped from his as brutally as his wings were torn from his back, but upon making acquaintance with his brethren, he gained new abilities. In exchange for his soul, he was gifted with the power to control darkness in all its forms. Because of this, he is most powerful on the night of the new moon, as the dark replenishes the strength. He can detach his shadow from himself and send it on errands, which allows him to easily sneak into places he shouldn't. He can also take control over other people's shadows, and through this, he is able to control them like puppets on strings. This, however, is a last resort.
When he feeds off another creature's blood, he gains its life force. If he kills a deer, that life force is very little. On the other hand, if he drinks the blood of a sorcerer, his powers will vastly increase. The stronger the life force he devours is, the longer it satiates him. He also knows blood magic, and with a single drop of another's blood, he can enact great spells with his mother tongue. Then, of course, enhanced strength and speed come with the territory of being immortal.
Belongings: He keeps an angel's feather wedged in between the pages of an old book, which he guards with his life.
Personality: The first word that anyone would use to describe Vladimir is intimidating. He is reserved, cold, and goes out of his way to repel others with a number of practiced, contemptuous glares. There are few who dare get close to the man due to both his unapproachable stance and the sordid rumors circulating around the school. Thus, he succeeds in his quest for isolation. He is a hermit who prefers solitude, as it makes his life easier, if not dull. Connections are tedious and require a vulnerability that he is not willing to surrender himself to. He refuses to roll over and present his stomach without a struggle, believing that emotions are nothing more than a sign of petty, human weakness. Instead, he willfully withdraws himself from the herd, and anyone who doesn't get the message will be graced with snide scowls and derisive remarks until they do.
He is an arsonist who burns bridges as fast as he makes them, possessing a vengeful temperament. He bears a vindictive nature and responds callously to perceived threats with caustic barbs. However, while he is a calculating man, his emotions often get the better of him and push him into making brash decisions in the heat of the moment. His recklessness is one of his greatest weaknesses. He is highly intelligent, but his temper rips him around on a leash.
While is aloof aura succeeds in keeping most potential allies away, he guards those he is fond of at a distance. He struggles to show affection in human ways, as he is little more than a beast, but will fiercely guard anyone he cherishes. Open displays of affection make him withdraw as if acid was poured over his skin, but it is a fast way to turn him from a snarling wolf to a dog with its tail between its legs. Yes, he offers little physical affection even to those who he is most loyal to, but he would hunt down whoever made any member of his pack cry in a hearbeat and inflict unmentionable horrors upon them. At times, his protective nature can come off as controlling and overbearing. He is often misunderstood because of the way he demonstrates his concern in a language composed of snarls and threats, but he is more possessive of people than he lets on.
History: He was created to sing among the choirs of Heaven, sculpted as beautifully and carefully as a Grecian statue. Unfortunately, the prophets saw other tragedies in store for him, as he was not destined to be a hero. When Vladimir took the life of Nathaniel, shock rippled through the Heavens, for no one understood how the Holy Father could have created such a despicable, flawed creature. Surely that was not possible. There had been interference. There were whispers that he was the Devil's work. Satan had played a hand in the beast's creation. They must banish him, be rid of him, scorn him to redeem themselves for being so blind. No one dared to think that God had merely become bored. Boredom, after all, was a primal evil known only to mortals. Sin could not make its way through Heaven's gates unless someone had let the serpent inside with their own two hands. Who else but the traitor himself could have been responsible?
His trial was hardly a trial. The angels outcast him with the same brutality that their human counterparts demonstrated. He spoke not a word. He held the beautiful Axiel in his unforgiving gaze as he was thrown to the wolves. She, his love, was the only one who knew the truth, yet she let him take the fall alone, pleading in Nathaniel's favor. The brothers had bickered as bitterly over her as they had the kingdom. Nathaniel had inherited everything, been too pristine even for a celestial being, and something about that had incited a dangerous wrath in Vladimir. While Nathaniel had been chosen for the council, he had been overlooked, dismissed, never able to measure up. In the fiery heat of a moment, it had felt right to take that from his arrogant brother. He did not comprehend the permanence of his actions until many years later.
As punishment, Vladimir was stripped of his powers and banished to earth, the breeding ground of sin. His wings were torn from his back, the hallmark of the fallen, and he was cursed to live until the the Day of Reckoning when the earth would burst into flames — unless he learned to amend his mistakes. Instead of seeing it as a second chance, he saw it as betrayal. He found comfort in the Devil's embrace, turned to the darkness in search of acceptance. In exchange for the promise of his soul, he was granted great abilities. The guilt was so much that he struck the deal, thus being transformed into a ghoulish monster and Satan's pawn. He cackled at the feeling of power in his hands, seized it to spite the family that had so callously rejected him. Only after centuries of bloodthirst did he learn the weight of his decision and the consequences it wrought. No matter how hard he scrubbed his hands, the blood would not come off. That was his first inkling of what it felt like to be human. The more time he spent on the earth, the more human he became.
Eventually, a wise wizard found him and extended a hand, promising to help him learn to control his curse. Vladimir took it in a moment of weakness, and thus, he has grudgingly found himself among a school of misfits. It is a great insult to his pride, but he stays because he doesn't know where else to go. It is the only hope he has to master his wickedness.
