Post by Sulegna Angelus on Jan 21, 2010 21:00:46 GMT -5
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"About You"
Name: Zach
Age: 21
Experience: four months
Contact Info: Zbrookshire@ymail.com
You'll have to burn this house down so we can find a home
"About Your Character"
Name: Sulegna Angelus
Nicknames: Angelus,(fair warning, don't call him Angel)
Age:5000, appears 22
Date Of Birth:sometime in 2990 B.C.E.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Member Group: What is your group? Vampire
Occupation: Thief by trade
or You'll tear it down now or Return to dust man
"Physical Description"
Height:6'2"
Weight:175 lbs.
Hair color:Black
Eye color:Blood Red
Distinguishing Marks:scars from numerous battles throughout the millenia
General Appearance:
He has pale, ivory skin as per the usual for vamps. He has very thick hair and a thin face. He is well-toned, meaning he is lean, but not too muscular. He has a set of flawless teeth, all the better to eat you with, and a high-set jawline. He has hands that are large enough to palm a basketball and broad shoulders.
Angelus Dresses in a leather trench coat, baggy jeans, and whatever t-shirt he can find/steal, he also has a set specially made combat boots that, when he makes the correct motion, will jut out a a small silver blade from the front and the rear of them. Hidden within the trenchcoat is his vast multitude of weapons that he has, not just for collection, but to keep him prepared for all occasions, he's pretty much fought everything over the course of his existence so he knows their fundamental weaknesses and what to carry to stop them. He walks with an aura of confidence, liking to appear as if he's ready for anything, even if he isn't.
Playby:David Boreanaz
The Devil's got a holda me, The Devil's got a holda me, The Devil's got a holda me
"Personality"
Likes: people who think the way he does, classical things, fighting, most vampires, those who do whatever it takes to get what they want, people who are blunt, motorcycles, causing chaos, learning necessary things, weapons.
Dislikes: Humans, most werewolves, most sports, technology to an extent, people who interfere too much, any who don’t side with them, Vegetarian vamps, new age music, talking about his past, know-it-all people
Strengths: He is highly intellectual, he has much combat experience, he’s a great tactician, he’s level-headed, he is a smooth talker, he knows when to give up, he knows how to ask others for assistance, he's a quick learner, he has patience, hes an excellent intel. gatherer/infiltrator
Weaknesses: He's naturally distrustful of people, he doesn’t know how to use most modern technologies, he’s kind of anti-social, He over thinks things, he will speak out of place, he loves fighting too much, he's careless with the lives of others, he can't really lead people, he doesn't know when to shut up, he gets violent in large crowds of people
Habits/Quirks: He riders his motorcycle every night, he keeps a written record of his life, he’s got multiple personality disorder, he likes to play with his food before he eats it
General Personality:
Angelus is a very reserved person. He refuses to talk to anyone about anything until he trusts them first, so people wouldn’t generally come to him to ask for advice. He’s very friendly with people he trusts and always thinks before he speaks, so as to not say something that would inadvertently offend anyone. He’s a fairly smooth talker, and has the ability to talk down a situation very quickly, before it escalates.
Angelus is a very patient person. He doesn’t mind waiting for hours to solve a problem. It takes a lot to make Angelus angry, but if you do make him angry, he won’t hesitate to tell you so. He believes that the supernatural world should be in charge, and will do anything to make it so. He desires nothing more than to put humanity under the thumb of the supernatural world.
Angelus is always level-headed and focused, he will always do whatever possible to maintain control of a situation to keep it from blowing out of proportion, even if he has to sacrifice himself to do so. He generally will refuse a leadership position unless specifically asked to do so, for he doesn’t see himself as leadership material because he is too careless when it comes to fighting and others lives. Angelus won’t hesitate to go after what he wants, but prefers to attain it by more diplomatic means. Angelus is independent, while he enjoys the company of people, they aren’t necessary for him to function properly.
Well it's a long lonely, lonely, lonely road
"History"
Parents:Joseph and Mary Angelus, both 25 and deceased
Siblings:none
Spouse:none
Children:none
Pets:none
Place of Birth:Troy
Full History:
Sulegna was born in the city-state of Troy sometime within 2510 B.C.E. He wasn’t exactly sure what time because time wasn’t really even recorded back then. Sulegna was an exceptional fighter even as a child, and his prowess quickly came to the attention of the generals of Troy’s armies, Hector to be more specific. He was sought after to join the military and they offered his parents things that they would never be able to afford and promised that their child would receive the best of everything that they could provide. His parents agreed knowing that Hector was a man of his word, even if he was still barely a man, and that the child would remain safe. So at the young age of roughly five, Sulegna was taken from his home and educated in everything possible.
Despite their best intentions, his parents obviously had no idea the kind of life Hector had actually planned for their son. While he kept his word about educating and providing for the boy, the child was also beaten every day to toughen him to pain, and then forced to fight people afterwards to truly test his skills. Being that he was still a child, Sulegna had no idea why this was happening to him, just that it was. Instead of viewing Hector as a role model, like he used to, Sulegna now thought of Hector as a bully and vowed someday to get his revenge on Hector. Troy being the rich, cultural city that it was, every now and again Hector would have special opponents for Sulegna from foreign countries that knew this weird style of fighting, and so Sulegna too, became accustomed to this style of fighting that he learned later was called Kyushojitsu, the art of disabling people by hitting their bodies pressure points. Now it wasn’t all bad. The education he was provided was of top quality for the day. He learned about different cultures from tutors that were brought in from around the globe. He was taught proper etiquette and how to behave depending upon with whom he was speaking. So as far as things were academically concerned, they really couldn’t be better.
Sulegna was Six years old now, and he had finally stopped getting the beatings, because they could really no longer hurt the boy. Over the next couple of months, he was trained in the art of sword fighting day in and day out, and also trained in ranged combat. Sulegna was at the top of his class, so to speak. The skills that were forced upon him he could use to best people who were double his size in combat. Hector himself proclaimed that Sulegna might even surpass him soon, and told him that he was the finest potential soldier that Troy had ever seen. He told Sulegna that both himself and Paris were heading to Greece on a diplomatic mission of peace, and encouraged him to continue the training unsupervised while he was gone. While Sulegna still wanted to get even with Hector, he respected the man a great deal and did as he was told, and then one day, Hector returned.
Now Sulegna had finally made it to the age of seven, and when Hector returned he was eager to show Hector how hard he’d been practicing. Hector didn’t even seem to notice him, however, and this angered Sulegna. How was he to know what lied in store for their city, after all he was just a boy. That night, he snuck past the guards and waited in Hectors room for him to return, planning to ambush Hector, but that’s when he saw Hector and Paris arguing apparently over something that had happened while they were gone. Then Sulegna remembered that they had returned with one more person then what they had left with, he thought he had heard that the woman’s name was Helen. Yes that had to be it, that’s what they were fighting about. Of course it would be many years before he would realize why it was so important, right now he thought it was stupid.
When Hector came into the room, Sulegna was waiting not far from the entrance in plain view, wanting to know what was going on. Hector reluctantly explained but Sulegna still didn’t quite understand. Hector told the boy everything that had happened on the trip, and he seemed sad. In an effort to cheer him up, Sulegna took Hector to the area where he trained and he sparred with a soldier, of course he won because of his superior skills but the purpose in showing Hector the fight was to prove that he could beat adults now, but also to show off his new fighting style a Japanese martial art called Juijutsu that a traveler schooled him in while Hector was away. Hector was impressed, but he still seemed depressed, so Sulegna offered him one more thing, he asked Hector for a sparring match. Hector one but was no longer depressed and thoroughly exhausted. Sulegna was happy in knowing that not only was Hector happy now, but he could almost surpass Hector in combat, unarmed at least. Things appeared to be going smoothly, Sulegna was roughly eight years old now and things were about to take a turn for the worse for the city of Troy and thusly himself.
Sulegna heard reports from other people, rumors were what it seemed like to him at the time, of ships as far as the eye could see all along the shores near Troy. Now Sulegna was quite curious and he had to go see for himself, he went to where the people had said they saw ships and searched for them, and to his surprise and horror the rumors were actually true. Sulegna had to warn Hector, surely he would know what to do. He was just about to run back to the city, but when he turned around he was hit by a blunt object and knocked unconscious. Unknowingly, Sulegna had just been captured by Achilles, the hero who would bring down Hector, Troy’s strongest warrior and general, by himself.
When Sulegna had awoken, he found himself locked inside a cage that appeared to be inside of the ship. It wasn’t long before one of the soldiers noticed he was awake and left, return shortly thereafter with Agamemnon, King of Greece. Agamemnon demanded that the boy tell him how to invade the city’s walls, and threatened the boy with beatings and torture if he didn’t tell him what he wanted to know. Fortunately for Sulegna, he was accustomed to torture of sorts, and not wanting to let Hector down, he refused to give the king any information at all. The king was enraged at Sulegna’s refusal, and sent for a soldier to torture the boy. The man who returned was the same one who captured him, but he refused to do as the king ordered, torturing boys was beneath him. The next man to come before the king reluctantly agreed to the king’s request after some threatening on the king’s part.
The man said that his name was Odysseus and that he was the ruler of Ithaca. He tortured the boy unwillingly, and Sulegna merely asked questions about him. He was curious as to why one ruler had to obey another. Shouldn’t they be on equal footing, why would one have to listen to the other? Of course, as a child, he knew nothing of politics or rulers, so equality was the only thing that he thought of when one person had the same social status or title as the next. When it became apparent that the boy was not going to talk, Odysseus sent for the king again. The king was furious that he wasn’t getting any information out of the boy and was about to kill him, but he decided that if the boy wouldn’t be his informant than he would be his slave. For the next few days, Sulegna was forced to wait on the king and his men, doing anything they asked.
Sulegna watched the horros of war as the dead were accumulating on both sides and the wounded were even more numerous. To him this whole thing used to be a game, but now he faced the reality of it all. It wasn’t long after that when the body of Hector was brought to the camp and upon seeing it, Sulegna had a mental breakdown. When one of the men came over to the boy to order him to go do something, he made the mistake of kicking the unresponsive child and Sulegna went into a furious rage. He quickly disabled the man, and then, drawing the mans own sword from it’s sheath, slew him and he fell on top of the body of Hector. When more men arrived and they saw everything that had happened, the boy was jailed agin for the remainder of the war. Though he heard tell of the city falling, burning to the ground, and that he was now the only living remains of Troy. He vowed one day to kill those responsible with his own two hands and sat locked up on the boat all the way back to Greece.
By the time they reached Greece, Sulegna was nine years old. Because of his earlier actions, he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the king, but rather was sold into slavery to a collector since he was the last surviving Trojan. Sulegna was forced to do horrible things, things that were normal at the time, but still horrible things. He was also beaten for getting into fights on a regular basis with those who he was forced to interact with. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore, and, using the training Hector had given him, he killed his owner and fled into the night.
The boy honestly had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, all he knew was that he couldn’t stay there. He stowed away on a passenger ship and stole whatever he needed to survive without getting caught. When the boat docked, he left it and was surprised to find himself surrounded by desert. The people here didn’t speak his language and it took some time for him to attempt theirs, but eventually he learned it well enough to get by. He was still young and was unable to do much, but any odd jobs he got were still better than those that he came from. He was astounded by the massive structures that were being built around him, these people seemed to worship other gods besides the ones he knew, and while he was taught to understand different cultures, he still thought they were weird. The boy was happy for a short time, but his happiness was to be short-lived as the people were in need of forced labor, and he had nobody to protect him from them.
Sulegna was ten years old when they captured and enslaved him. He worked on building the giant structures in any way he could, which meant providing materials and water to those who were forced to do the actual hard labor. The taskmaster quickly took a liking to Sulegna one day, when a slave struck him and Sulegna beat the man without mercy. That gave the taskmaster an idea, he wanted the boy to train to become a taskmaster too, not just because of how the boy reacted to mistreatment, but also to make sure that the boy was on his good side. When the taskmaster approached Sulegna, however, the boy interpreted it, not only as an opportunity for escape, but also as an opportunity to become a leader. Sulegna made short work of the taskmaster and attempted to get the others to flee with him but they told him that it was suicide and that they would all be killed if they did. Sulegna called them all cowards and fled from the approaching guards, he would have made it too had he not realized that he was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t cross the river because of the crocodiles, and he couldn’t go the other way or he would die in the desert, so he had no choice but to allow himself to be captured, hoping that they did not kill him.
To his surprise, the one that led these people was a merciful man. He told Sulegna he would spare his life if Sulegna fought for him in his army and trained some of his men to fight the way Sulegna did. Sulegna reluctantly agreed to the rulers proposal, and took his place inside the pharaohs army. The other men mocked him at first, and some even attempted to beat him, but when they tried they realized the futility in their efforts. Every time it resulted in them getting hurt, or him simply avoiding their efforts. They came to respect the boy and taught him everything they knew, while he in turn taught them some of the things he knew. One day, at the age of twelve, Sulegna was once again called before the pharaoh, though the child had no idea why it was this time. When he approached the pharaoh, he was told that there was a rebellion going on in northern Egypt and that he was to take an attachment of the soldiers he had trained and end the rebellion by any means necessary. Sulegna left without hesitation with a group of fourteen of the men he had worked with to crush these people who rebelled against his leader.
When the boy arrived with the others, he realized that he must have made some sort of mistake. There was nobody here, at least nobody alive. There were bodies though, and upon closer inspection he could tell that they were well armed and that the blood was fresh. Sulegna was just about to give the order for his men to fall back and report to the Pharaoh when he heard the first of his men scream. The female was beautiful beyond comparison and he had never seen anything like her in all his travels. She seemed to sparkle as the light touched her body. Everything that he had taught the men appeared to be no use, as she was faster then his eyes could follow, and stronger than all of them put together. Within seconds of it starting, all of his men were dead, and he was the only one left. Sulegna had frozen in place, his mind told him to run, but his body refused to comply. When the woman approached him, he couldn’t even move a muscle, couldn’t even talk. For some reason she didn’t kill him, but she told him that she would watch him as he grew, watch all his potential, and one day when he was old enough, she promised him that she would return for him, and that she would show him another world, one which he had never dreamed could have existed. She also warned him that if he spoke of this to anyone, she would return to kill him. Sulegna took the horrible news back to the pharaoh, explaining that they fought and killed the rebels, but that he was the only survivor, and the pharaoh was thoroughly impressed with the boy’s work and took him under his wing personally.
The boy studied their culture under the direct tutelage of the pharaoh, and when he learned everything there was to know, he made his leave. This time, however, he succeeded in escaping, and fled back to Greece, or at least he thought he was going to Greece, but when he stepped off the boat, he didn’t recognize anything. When he found someone who could speak his language, the man told him that he was in Italy, Rome to be more precise. The place was a bit different, but he recognized some of the culture here and could clearly see some of the Greek influence on their things. He attempted to adapt himself to this place, but decided that he couldn’t and found a boat that was actually going to Greece and snuck on board it. Finally going back to a culture that he understood best.
He was surprised when, upon his return to Greece, he discovered that the country was in shambles. He figured it had to have been something that that king, what’s-his-face, must have done. He didn’t really know anyone here, but this was the closest thing to a home that he had. He was 15 now, and he was old enough to actually try to do something to fix things. When he approached, asking to see the king, he told them to tell him it was the boy they had brought back from Troy. The king accepted the boy inside his chambers, demanding that everyone else leave so he and the boy could talk in private. When he asked why the country was in ruins, the king really had no answer for him. The man was old and feeble, he was dying without an heir to the throne. He wanted to ask something of Sulegna, something that he had no right to ask, but he did nonetheless, he wanted Sulegna to take his place when he died. He said he had heard of everything that the boy had done while he was gone, and that it appeared he had the makings of a great ruler, and he wanted to leave the kingdom in good hands. It took Sulegna a few moments to decide, but he did so by sticking a knife through the mans throat, revenge for what he had caused to Troy and for himself.
He was made to rot in the jail, and someone else was proclaimed king, but that man soon came and set him free. He said he knew what the boy was offered, and even though he declined he murdered the previous king, so, intending to be merciful, he was banished from Greece for the rest of his days. The boy wandered for a long time, what seemed like years to him but was actually only a few months, and he eventually made it back to where Troy once stood. There was nothing there now but rubble, but he insisted upon searching through it despite the pain it would bring him. It didn’t take him long to discover the bodies of citizens and, as he made his way to the palace, people he thought he recognized from their clothing, and decided he had seen enough. He made it just outside the city gates when he found himself surrounded by men with strange clothes and swords, they demanded to know what had happened here, but the boy had no answer for them so they took him by force, after he took down a couple of them, to bring back to their leader.
The boy regained consciousness and was eventually brought before the people’s leader, a man who claimed to be the king of thieves and who also said that he was from Troy. The man appeared to be no different from any other thief, and when he questioned the boy, Sulegna told him what he knew had happened from the words of the Greeks. The man wished to know if there were any survivors besides himself, but for that he had no answer. Up until now he had thought that he was the last remaining Trojan, but seeing this man, he knew that it wasn’t true. He asked the man to allow him to join their band of thieves, and the man told him if he could bring him the sword of Agamemnon then he would be allowed in. The boy knew that if he got caught it meant certain death, so he just wouldn’t get caught. He made his way back to Greece through their connections, and he now knew what he needed to do.
He waited until nightfall, and snuck into the place where the sword was kept. Since he had been here before, he knew where it was, it was just a matter of getting to it that was the issue. He silently took out most of the guards, but he didn’t really have anywhere to put their unconscious bodies so he was forced to just leave them there. The door was locked, but there was an open window about fifteen feet above his head. He climbed up the wall, using anything he could for footing, and made it through the window. He found himself in someone’s bedroom and quickly made his way out of that, he now had to go down two floors to get to where the sword was. After taking out a few more guards and actually hiding their bodies, he found himself standing before Agamemnon’s sword. Quickly taking the item, he ran from the room and out of the palace before guards regained consciousness or found him. By the age of 16, he was let into the strange man’s band of thieves and was permitted to keep the sword for himself.
For the next year he learned all the street smarts he needed to survive as a thief. He was also taught that everything is free as long as you can reach out and take it without getting caught. He quickly rose in rank and respect amongst the rest of them, garnering attention from people with ulterior motives for being there. These people still treated him better than any of the others he had been with, but still he had not forgotten the strange woman’s promise. He stole a lot of rare items from merchants and people’s homes, never once getting caught, and he lived a good life. By the age of seventeen he was the head of the band of thieves, the old leader had “mysteriously vanished” with all the loot and that left him in charge as he was the highest ranking. He had them steal things that interested him, some that weren’t worth any value, and things to sell and keep that were obscenely expensive. They grew to be one of the richest bands of thieves in the world, but all good things had to come to an end eventually and his time here was getting boring. So when he heard that some of the nearby nations had banded together their military might to get rid of the thieves he took all of their items, and all of the ones that he had hidden after the disappearance of the last leader, and left.
He was roughly eighteen and would be fairly wealthy if he sold all of the items, but decided to stash them in a safe place instead. He made his way east, heading to the places he had read about in books, and where he had received his training from. He found the places that those travelers said they had come from fairly easy, but they refused to teach him any more than what he knew. They claimed he was too attached to his worldly possessions and that he would only use what they taught him for violence and acquisition of more items. He agreed to cast away everything that he had on him and train at the monastery so long as he could learn more from them. It didn’t take him long to perfect the two techniques he already knew through training, and he picked up a few new ones as well. This place apparently taught many of the regional arts of China and he was eager to learn them all. He spent his life up until the age of 20 at the monastery perfecting all the martial arts he could in that time. He realized, however, that he probably didn’t have much time left before the strange woman came for him again.
Over the next two years he spent much of his time partying basically. He had no idea what was in store for him so he decided to live life to the fullest. He drank and danced, he stole without consequence, but mostly he fought. He became quickly renowned amongst people as the drunken master. He fought people for drinking money and was drunk most of the times he fought and he won against everyone he fought. Eventually the partying became boring, as did the drinking, and he left one day as quickly as he had come. He wandered around for a while, eventually finding his way back to his old hide-out, though it was deserted now. He grabbed what he had hidden and decided to make his way to Rome again, though he would never make it there.
She found him in the woods, carrying all that he had. She told him that she had watched as she had promised and was now here to fulfill what she said she would do all those years ago. He didn’t have time to react, she was on top of him, and bit him, then she jumped away. She promised that the pain that he was about to endure was well worth the rewards it offered, and that she would see him again when the pain was over, that they would be looking at each other as though it was for the first time, and that they would be together forever. His pain was excruciating, the closest way to describe it would be a volcano on the inside of the sun burning. He experienced this pain for three days, begging for death without any relief, and at the age of 22 Sulegna’s heart stopped beating and he awoke reborn into a brand new world for him.
True to her word again, she was there when the pain was over, and looking at her, he knew that she was the one who he wanted to be with. But right now he had more pressing issues to deal with, namely the hunger that was gnawing at him like a rabid squirrel. She explained everything he was feeling, and told him what hewas and everything that it entailed. He wanted to know why she didn’t kill him that day, why she let him live. What was so special about him that he was deemed worthy of survival, but of course she didn’t have an answer for him. He decided to stay with her even though he didn’t trust her, because he wanted to be with her forever, though he would never admit to that. She walked him through his first year as a newborn, as she called it, basically brining him his food so as to keep both of them safe. Gradually she allowed Sulegna to go closer to the humans, and eventually to enter town with her at night, she began to call him Angel and he decided that she was the only one who could ever call him that, that would be their thing so to speak.
Eventually he finally got her first name, she said that it was Isabella. She refused to talk about her past, though she knew everything about him. She seemed so familiar, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. One day, however, he caught her looking at something that appeared to be his from his childhood. When he confronted her about it she admitted to being from Troy, and that she was a girl who had always had a thing for him, but he had been to young and busy for him to notice her. She was twelve when the city burned and said that horrible things had happened to her afterwards. She refused to go into details, but said that she finally escaped when she was eighteen and it wasn’t long afterwards that she was attacked, bitten, and left for dead. She admitted to stalking him before the first time he met her as a vampire, and said that she let him live because she loved and wanted to be with him, but he was still too young so she would have to wait. He realized how blind he had been, and he apologized for being so abrupt with her and he let it go, never bringing it up again, well at least not for a time.
It didn’t take long for his happy little world to come crashing down around him again. He was naturally suspicious of her, his past had taught him that. One day, when she left to go feed, he went and searched through her things and found that there was no way that she was who she said. There were things in here that he didn’t even recognize, things that looked like they were extremely old, and from another world. It would be a long time before he found out that it was native American work, but right now it seemed alien to him. He went in search of her and found her being attacked by three other vampires and dying basically. He interceded, evening the odds with his fighting abilities, and they left. She was broken and battered when he confronted her again, this time she told him the truth, something that he couldn’t believe.
She said that she was actually responsible for everything that had shaped him up until now. She had tricked Paris into bringing Helen home, had opened the gates knowing it was a trap to let the city burn. She said that she had told Achilles where he was to be captured, and had convinced the collector to buy him. She basically admitted to being behind everything bad that had happened in his life. Were this anybody else, they would have been dead on the spot, but he loved her so he would show her mercy just this once. He told her to run, and to keep running. He said that if he ever saw her again that he would kill her himself, no matter the fact that he loved her. He gave her a few minutes to collect her things and watched as the one person who he truly loved walked away.
So after she left he went to explore the world in an attempt to forget her. He was content with watching history unfold itself rather than being part of it as it happened for the most part. He watched as the great pyramids were built, noticing that the people no longer relied on slave labor to build the pyramids, but instead on people who appeared to be professionals. He watched the birth of Christianity and the rise and fall of the Roman empire. He traveled to distant lands learning their cultures and fighting styles, and using those styles he fought more of their kind. He encountered children of the moon for the first time when he was about 600 years old, and he would learn later that their bites were fatal to his kind. He played no part in history always staying under the radar, always remaining bored, but it was one day, when he was almost 1000 years old that he found her again.
It was weird that he still felt that love towards her, but she had apparently moved on. Surrounding herself with other men, she seemed quite content with her life without him, at least that’s what it appeared on first glance. When the men attacked her, she had no means with which to fight back and Sulegna was too far away to prevent what happened next. He watched in horror as they systematically ripped her limb from limb and set her body ablaze. He was too slow to stop it, but they were still there, and with a fury he had never known before he attacked, disabled, and destroyed all of them. He sat there for roughly a week before the need to feed caused him to have to leave her. He would never love again, and in his rash behavior he failed to leave one of them alive to see if there was somebody who was responsible for it. He still travels to this day, always trying to find something to kill the boredom, always falling just short of that. Never getting to attached to anyone due to his past relationships, but always looking for the ones responsible for her death.
Well it's cold it's cold it's cold it's so damn cold
"Roleplay sample"
RP Sample:
Angelus was rinding his motorcycle as he did every night, but tonight something felt different. It was as if there was an ill omen in the air foreboding some sort of impending catastrophe. He was wearing his normal clothes, which contained his arsenal of weapons and then it happened.
It seemed to have come out of nowhere and whoever it was left him no time to react. He sent the bike crashing into the tree, jumping off just before impact and landing safely a few feet away from what remained of his bike. He went back into the road and the figure was still standing there. He approached and said, "Who are you?" The figure didn't respond, but rather it lunged towards him. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.
"You destroyed my bike, and for that you're gonna pay," he said as he kicked the figure sending it crashing through the forest. Whoever it was, it's fighting style was mediocre at best. He approached and could now clearly see that the figure was a female vampire, which meant that this was going to get a lot more interesting.
Over the next few minutes, they fought back and forth, but he had the upper hand and she was missing a few pieces. "I'm not gonna kill you, but I hope you remember to watch where you're going next time." The female said, "You're never going to find out why she was killed, you know. If thats the best you have then even if you did you couldn't avenge her."
He picked her up by the throat and shouted, "what do you know? Tell me or I swear I'll kill you." Before He could get an answer, she burst into flames and virtually disintegrated right in front of him. Well one thing came of this, at least he knew he was getting closer. He ran back to town and to his house waiting to see what tomorrow would bring.
Quote:
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allen Poe
Power:
Reverse Empathy: Angelus is able to make other people feel the way he feels. They feel his pain, his emotions, any condition that befalls him, only doubled because of his amount of training. This ability is extremely powerful, for it can allows other's abilities to come back on themselves, only twice as powerful. Any ability that effects his state of being would work through him and back to the original user as well. Powers that don’t really effect the senses, but the emotions, will make his emotions reflect double on them. This power does not override the way the person is feeling at the time, it merely makes them feel both emotions or states of being simultaneously. This power used to always be active, though because of the amount of training he has with it, it can now be turned on and off as he wills it, requiring no concentration whatsoever. This ability, while extremely powerful, has a range of two hundred feet all around him, centered on him of course. Because this ability only provides an illusion that what is happening to him is happening to them, they can still act if the state that is caused isn’t too unbearable for them. This is not a deflection ability, he still suffers the full effects of whatever happens to him, its just that anyone within 200 feet will have that happen to them only doubled. Any power that would immobilize him would still make it to where he couldn’t move, and of course anyone immune to mental abilities would be immune to this power as well. Any object that gets in the way of his radius, will stop it from spreading any further in that direction. He can only inflict the pain that he feels from others mental powers back on them, so a physical attack would work perfect against him.
[Agent:2]
FIRST NAME MIDDLE NAME LAST NAME
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Well let's call out now to the valley down bellow
"About You"
Name: Zach
Age: 21
Experience: four months
Contact Info: Zbrookshire@ymail.com
You'll have to burn this house down so we can find a home
"About Your Character"
Name: Sulegna Angelus
Nicknames: Angelus,(fair warning, don't call him Angel)
Age:5000, appears 22
Date Of Birth:sometime in 2990 B.C.E.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Member Group: What is your group? Vampire
Occupation: Thief by trade
or You'll tear it down now or Return to dust man
"Physical Description"
Height:6'2"
Weight:175 lbs.
Hair color:Black
Eye color:Blood Red
Distinguishing Marks:scars from numerous battles throughout the millenia
General Appearance:
He has pale, ivory skin as per the usual for vamps. He has very thick hair and a thin face. He is well-toned, meaning he is lean, but not too muscular. He has a set of flawless teeth, all the better to eat you with, and a high-set jawline. He has hands that are large enough to palm a basketball and broad shoulders.
Angelus Dresses in a leather trench coat, baggy jeans, and whatever t-shirt he can find/steal, he also has a set specially made combat boots that, when he makes the correct motion, will jut out a a small silver blade from the front and the rear of them. Hidden within the trenchcoat is his vast multitude of weapons that he has, not just for collection, but to keep him prepared for all occasions, he's pretty much fought everything over the course of his existence so he knows their fundamental weaknesses and what to carry to stop them. He walks with an aura of confidence, liking to appear as if he's ready for anything, even if he isn't.
Playby:David Boreanaz
The Devil's got a holda me, The Devil's got a holda me, The Devil's got a holda me
"Personality"
Likes: people who think the way he does, classical things, fighting, most vampires, those who do whatever it takes to get what they want, people who are blunt, motorcycles, causing chaos, learning necessary things, weapons.
Dislikes: Humans, most werewolves, most sports, technology to an extent, people who interfere too much, any who don’t side with them, Vegetarian vamps, new age music, talking about his past, know-it-all people
Strengths: He is highly intellectual, he has much combat experience, he’s a great tactician, he’s level-headed, he is a smooth talker, he knows when to give up, he knows how to ask others for assistance, he's a quick learner, he has patience, hes an excellent intel. gatherer/infiltrator
Weaknesses: He's naturally distrustful of people, he doesn’t know how to use most modern technologies, he’s kind of anti-social, He over thinks things, he will speak out of place, he loves fighting too much, he's careless with the lives of others, he can't really lead people, he doesn't know when to shut up, he gets violent in large crowds of people
Habits/Quirks: He riders his motorcycle every night, he keeps a written record of his life, he’s got multiple personality disorder, he likes to play with his food before he eats it
General Personality:
Angelus is a very reserved person. He refuses to talk to anyone about anything until he trusts them first, so people wouldn’t generally come to him to ask for advice. He’s very friendly with people he trusts and always thinks before he speaks, so as to not say something that would inadvertently offend anyone. He’s a fairly smooth talker, and has the ability to talk down a situation very quickly, before it escalates.
Angelus is a very patient person. He doesn’t mind waiting for hours to solve a problem. It takes a lot to make Angelus angry, but if you do make him angry, he won’t hesitate to tell you so. He believes that the supernatural world should be in charge, and will do anything to make it so. He desires nothing more than to put humanity under the thumb of the supernatural world.
Angelus is always level-headed and focused, he will always do whatever possible to maintain control of a situation to keep it from blowing out of proportion, even if he has to sacrifice himself to do so. He generally will refuse a leadership position unless specifically asked to do so, for he doesn’t see himself as leadership material because he is too careless when it comes to fighting and others lives. Angelus won’t hesitate to go after what he wants, but prefers to attain it by more diplomatic means. Angelus is independent, while he enjoys the company of people, they aren’t necessary for him to function properly.
Well it's a long lonely, lonely, lonely road
"History"
Parents:Joseph and Mary Angelus, both 25 and deceased
Siblings:none
Spouse:none
Children:none
Pets:none
Place of Birth:Troy
Full History:
Sulegna was born in the city-state of Troy sometime within 2510 B.C.E. He wasn’t exactly sure what time because time wasn’t really even recorded back then. Sulegna was an exceptional fighter even as a child, and his prowess quickly came to the attention of the generals of Troy’s armies, Hector to be more specific. He was sought after to join the military and they offered his parents things that they would never be able to afford and promised that their child would receive the best of everything that they could provide. His parents agreed knowing that Hector was a man of his word, even if he was still barely a man, and that the child would remain safe. So at the young age of roughly five, Sulegna was taken from his home and educated in everything possible.
Despite their best intentions, his parents obviously had no idea the kind of life Hector had actually planned for their son. While he kept his word about educating and providing for the boy, the child was also beaten every day to toughen him to pain, and then forced to fight people afterwards to truly test his skills. Being that he was still a child, Sulegna had no idea why this was happening to him, just that it was. Instead of viewing Hector as a role model, like he used to, Sulegna now thought of Hector as a bully and vowed someday to get his revenge on Hector. Troy being the rich, cultural city that it was, every now and again Hector would have special opponents for Sulegna from foreign countries that knew this weird style of fighting, and so Sulegna too, became accustomed to this style of fighting that he learned later was called Kyushojitsu, the art of disabling people by hitting their bodies pressure points. Now it wasn’t all bad. The education he was provided was of top quality for the day. He learned about different cultures from tutors that were brought in from around the globe. He was taught proper etiquette and how to behave depending upon with whom he was speaking. So as far as things were academically concerned, they really couldn’t be better.
Sulegna was Six years old now, and he had finally stopped getting the beatings, because they could really no longer hurt the boy. Over the next couple of months, he was trained in the art of sword fighting day in and day out, and also trained in ranged combat. Sulegna was at the top of his class, so to speak. The skills that were forced upon him he could use to best people who were double his size in combat. Hector himself proclaimed that Sulegna might even surpass him soon, and told him that he was the finest potential soldier that Troy had ever seen. He told Sulegna that both himself and Paris were heading to Greece on a diplomatic mission of peace, and encouraged him to continue the training unsupervised while he was gone. While Sulegna still wanted to get even with Hector, he respected the man a great deal and did as he was told, and then one day, Hector returned.
Now Sulegna had finally made it to the age of seven, and when Hector returned he was eager to show Hector how hard he’d been practicing. Hector didn’t even seem to notice him, however, and this angered Sulegna. How was he to know what lied in store for their city, after all he was just a boy. That night, he snuck past the guards and waited in Hectors room for him to return, planning to ambush Hector, but that’s when he saw Hector and Paris arguing apparently over something that had happened while they were gone. Then Sulegna remembered that they had returned with one more person then what they had left with, he thought he had heard that the woman’s name was Helen. Yes that had to be it, that’s what they were fighting about. Of course it would be many years before he would realize why it was so important, right now he thought it was stupid.
When Hector came into the room, Sulegna was waiting not far from the entrance in plain view, wanting to know what was going on. Hector reluctantly explained but Sulegna still didn’t quite understand. Hector told the boy everything that had happened on the trip, and he seemed sad. In an effort to cheer him up, Sulegna took Hector to the area where he trained and he sparred with a soldier, of course he won because of his superior skills but the purpose in showing Hector the fight was to prove that he could beat adults now, but also to show off his new fighting style a Japanese martial art called Juijutsu that a traveler schooled him in while Hector was away. Hector was impressed, but he still seemed depressed, so Sulegna offered him one more thing, he asked Hector for a sparring match. Hector one but was no longer depressed and thoroughly exhausted. Sulegna was happy in knowing that not only was Hector happy now, but he could almost surpass Hector in combat, unarmed at least. Things appeared to be going smoothly, Sulegna was roughly eight years old now and things were about to take a turn for the worse for the city of Troy and thusly himself.
Sulegna heard reports from other people, rumors were what it seemed like to him at the time, of ships as far as the eye could see all along the shores near Troy. Now Sulegna was quite curious and he had to go see for himself, he went to where the people had said they saw ships and searched for them, and to his surprise and horror the rumors were actually true. Sulegna had to warn Hector, surely he would know what to do. He was just about to run back to the city, but when he turned around he was hit by a blunt object and knocked unconscious. Unknowingly, Sulegna had just been captured by Achilles, the hero who would bring down Hector, Troy’s strongest warrior and general, by himself.
When Sulegna had awoken, he found himself locked inside a cage that appeared to be inside of the ship. It wasn’t long before one of the soldiers noticed he was awake and left, return shortly thereafter with Agamemnon, King of Greece. Agamemnon demanded that the boy tell him how to invade the city’s walls, and threatened the boy with beatings and torture if he didn’t tell him what he wanted to know. Fortunately for Sulegna, he was accustomed to torture of sorts, and not wanting to let Hector down, he refused to give the king any information at all. The king was enraged at Sulegna’s refusal, and sent for a soldier to torture the boy. The man who returned was the same one who captured him, but he refused to do as the king ordered, torturing boys was beneath him. The next man to come before the king reluctantly agreed to the king’s request after some threatening on the king’s part.
The man said that his name was Odysseus and that he was the ruler of Ithaca. He tortured the boy unwillingly, and Sulegna merely asked questions about him. He was curious as to why one ruler had to obey another. Shouldn’t they be on equal footing, why would one have to listen to the other? Of course, as a child, he knew nothing of politics or rulers, so equality was the only thing that he thought of when one person had the same social status or title as the next. When it became apparent that the boy was not going to talk, Odysseus sent for the king again. The king was furious that he wasn’t getting any information out of the boy and was about to kill him, but he decided that if the boy wouldn’t be his informant than he would be his slave. For the next few days, Sulegna was forced to wait on the king and his men, doing anything they asked.
Sulegna watched the horros of war as the dead were accumulating on both sides and the wounded were even more numerous. To him this whole thing used to be a game, but now he faced the reality of it all. It wasn’t long after that when the body of Hector was brought to the camp and upon seeing it, Sulegna had a mental breakdown. When one of the men came over to the boy to order him to go do something, he made the mistake of kicking the unresponsive child and Sulegna went into a furious rage. He quickly disabled the man, and then, drawing the mans own sword from it’s sheath, slew him and he fell on top of the body of Hector. When more men arrived and they saw everything that had happened, the boy was jailed agin for the remainder of the war. Though he heard tell of the city falling, burning to the ground, and that he was now the only living remains of Troy. He vowed one day to kill those responsible with his own two hands and sat locked up on the boat all the way back to Greece.
By the time they reached Greece, Sulegna was nine years old. Because of his earlier actions, he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the king, but rather was sold into slavery to a collector since he was the last surviving Trojan. Sulegna was forced to do horrible things, things that were normal at the time, but still horrible things. He was also beaten for getting into fights on a regular basis with those who he was forced to interact with. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore, and, using the training Hector had given him, he killed his owner and fled into the night.
The boy honestly had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, all he knew was that he couldn’t stay there. He stowed away on a passenger ship and stole whatever he needed to survive without getting caught. When the boat docked, he left it and was surprised to find himself surrounded by desert. The people here didn’t speak his language and it took some time for him to attempt theirs, but eventually he learned it well enough to get by. He was still young and was unable to do much, but any odd jobs he got were still better than those that he came from. He was astounded by the massive structures that were being built around him, these people seemed to worship other gods besides the ones he knew, and while he was taught to understand different cultures, he still thought they were weird. The boy was happy for a short time, but his happiness was to be short-lived as the people were in need of forced labor, and he had nobody to protect him from them.
Sulegna was ten years old when they captured and enslaved him. He worked on building the giant structures in any way he could, which meant providing materials and water to those who were forced to do the actual hard labor. The taskmaster quickly took a liking to Sulegna one day, when a slave struck him and Sulegna beat the man without mercy. That gave the taskmaster an idea, he wanted the boy to train to become a taskmaster too, not just because of how the boy reacted to mistreatment, but also to make sure that the boy was on his good side. When the taskmaster approached Sulegna, however, the boy interpreted it, not only as an opportunity for escape, but also as an opportunity to become a leader. Sulegna made short work of the taskmaster and attempted to get the others to flee with him but they told him that it was suicide and that they would all be killed if they did. Sulegna called them all cowards and fled from the approaching guards, he would have made it too had he not realized that he was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t cross the river because of the crocodiles, and he couldn’t go the other way or he would die in the desert, so he had no choice but to allow himself to be captured, hoping that they did not kill him.
To his surprise, the one that led these people was a merciful man. He told Sulegna he would spare his life if Sulegna fought for him in his army and trained some of his men to fight the way Sulegna did. Sulegna reluctantly agreed to the rulers proposal, and took his place inside the pharaohs army. The other men mocked him at first, and some even attempted to beat him, but when they tried they realized the futility in their efforts. Every time it resulted in them getting hurt, or him simply avoiding their efforts. They came to respect the boy and taught him everything they knew, while he in turn taught them some of the things he knew. One day, at the age of twelve, Sulegna was once again called before the pharaoh, though the child had no idea why it was this time. When he approached the pharaoh, he was told that there was a rebellion going on in northern Egypt and that he was to take an attachment of the soldiers he had trained and end the rebellion by any means necessary. Sulegna left without hesitation with a group of fourteen of the men he had worked with to crush these people who rebelled against his leader.
When the boy arrived with the others, he realized that he must have made some sort of mistake. There was nobody here, at least nobody alive. There were bodies though, and upon closer inspection he could tell that they were well armed and that the blood was fresh. Sulegna was just about to give the order for his men to fall back and report to the Pharaoh when he heard the first of his men scream. The female was beautiful beyond comparison and he had never seen anything like her in all his travels. She seemed to sparkle as the light touched her body. Everything that he had taught the men appeared to be no use, as she was faster then his eyes could follow, and stronger than all of them put together. Within seconds of it starting, all of his men were dead, and he was the only one left. Sulegna had frozen in place, his mind told him to run, but his body refused to comply. When the woman approached him, he couldn’t even move a muscle, couldn’t even talk. For some reason she didn’t kill him, but she told him that she would watch him as he grew, watch all his potential, and one day when he was old enough, she promised him that she would return for him, and that she would show him another world, one which he had never dreamed could have existed. She also warned him that if he spoke of this to anyone, she would return to kill him. Sulegna took the horrible news back to the pharaoh, explaining that they fought and killed the rebels, but that he was the only survivor, and the pharaoh was thoroughly impressed with the boy’s work and took him under his wing personally.
The boy studied their culture under the direct tutelage of the pharaoh, and when he learned everything there was to know, he made his leave. This time, however, he succeeded in escaping, and fled back to Greece, or at least he thought he was going to Greece, but when he stepped off the boat, he didn’t recognize anything. When he found someone who could speak his language, the man told him that he was in Italy, Rome to be more precise. The place was a bit different, but he recognized some of the culture here and could clearly see some of the Greek influence on their things. He attempted to adapt himself to this place, but decided that he couldn’t and found a boat that was actually going to Greece and snuck on board it. Finally going back to a culture that he understood best.
He was surprised when, upon his return to Greece, he discovered that the country was in shambles. He figured it had to have been something that that king, what’s-his-face, must have done. He didn’t really know anyone here, but this was the closest thing to a home that he had. He was 15 now, and he was old enough to actually try to do something to fix things. When he approached, asking to see the king, he told them to tell him it was the boy they had brought back from Troy. The king accepted the boy inside his chambers, demanding that everyone else leave so he and the boy could talk in private. When he asked why the country was in ruins, the king really had no answer for him. The man was old and feeble, he was dying without an heir to the throne. He wanted to ask something of Sulegna, something that he had no right to ask, but he did nonetheless, he wanted Sulegna to take his place when he died. He said he had heard of everything that the boy had done while he was gone, and that it appeared he had the makings of a great ruler, and he wanted to leave the kingdom in good hands. It took Sulegna a few moments to decide, but he did so by sticking a knife through the mans throat, revenge for what he had caused to Troy and for himself.
He was made to rot in the jail, and someone else was proclaimed king, but that man soon came and set him free. He said he knew what the boy was offered, and even though he declined he murdered the previous king, so, intending to be merciful, he was banished from Greece for the rest of his days. The boy wandered for a long time, what seemed like years to him but was actually only a few months, and he eventually made it back to where Troy once stood. There was nothing there now but rubble, but he insisted upon searching through it despite the pain it would bring him. It didn’t take him long to discover the bodies of citizens and, as he made his way to the palace, people he thought he recognized from their clothing, and decided he had seen enough. He made it just outside the city gates when he found himself surrounded by men with strange clothes and swords, they demanded to know what had happened here, but the boy had no answer for them so they took him by force, after he took down a couple of them, to bring back to their leader.
The boy regained consciousness and was eventually brought before the people’s leader, a man who claimed to be the king of thieves and who also said that he was from Troy. The man appeared to be no different from any other thief, and when he questioned the boy, Sulegna told him what he knew had happened from the words of the Greeks. The man wished to know if there were any survivors besides himself, but for that he had no answer. Up until now he had thought that he was the last remaining Trojan, but seeing this man, he knew that it wasn’t true. He asked the man to allow him to join their band of thieves, and the man told him if he could bring him the sword of Agamemnon then he would be allowed in. The boy knew that if he got caught it meant certain death, so he just wouldn’t get caught. He made his way back to Greece through their connections, and he now knew what he needed to do.
He waited until nightfall, and snuck into the place where the sword was kept. Since he had been here before, he knew where it was, it was just a matter of getting to it that was the issue. He silently took out most of the guards, but he didn’t really have anywhere to put their unconscious bodies so he was forced to just leave them there. The door was locked, but there was an open window about fifteen feet above his head. He climbed up the wall, using anything he could for footing, and made it through the window. He found himself in someone’s bedroom and quickly made his way out of that, he now had to go down two floors to get to where the sword was. After taking out a few more guards and actually hiding their bodies, he found himself standing before Agamemnon’s sword. Quickly taking the item, he ran from the room and out of the palace before guards regained consciousness or found him. By the age of 16, he was let into the strange man’s band of thieves and was permitted to keep the sword for himself.
For the next year he learned all the street smarts he needed to survive as a thief. He was also taught that everything is free as long as you can reach out and take it without getting caught. He quickly rose in rank and respect amongst the rest of them, garnering attention from people with ulterior motives for being there. These people still treated him better than any of the others he had been with, but still he had not forgotten the strange woman’s promise. He stole a lot of rare items from merchants and people’s homes, never once getting caught, and he lived a good life. By the age of seventeen he was the head of the band of thieves, the old leader had “mysteriously vanished” with all the loot and that left him in charge as he was the highest ranking. He had them steal things that interested him, some that weren’t worth any value, and things to sell and keep that were obscenely expensive. They grew to be one of the richest bands of thieves in the world, but all good things had to come to an end eventually and his time here was getting boring. So when he heard that some of the nearby nations had banded together their military might to get rid of the thieves he took all of their items, and all of the ones that he had hidden after the disappearance of the last leader, and left.
He was roughly eighteen and would be fairly wealthy if he sold all of the items, but decided to stash them in a safe place instead. He made his way east, heading to the places he had read about in books, and where he had received his training from. He found the places that those travelers said they had come from fairly easy, but they refused to teach him any more than what he knew. They claimed he was too attached to his worldly possessions and that he would only use what they taught him for violence and acquisition of more items. He agreed to cast away everything that he had on him and train at the monastery so long as he could learn more from them. It didn’t take him long to perfect the two techniques he already knew through training, and he picked up a few new ones as well. This place apparently taught many of the regional arts of China and he was eager to learn them all. He spent his life up until the age of 20 at the monastery perfecting all the martial arts he could in that time. He realized, however, that he probably didn’t have much time left before the strange woman came for him again.
Over the next two years he spent much of his time partying basically. He had no idea what was in store for him so he decided to live life to the fullest. He drank and danced, he stole without consequence, but mostly he fought. He became quickly renowned amongst people as the drunken master. He fought people for drinking money and was drunk most of the times he fought and he won against everyone he fought. Eventually the partying became boring, as did the drinking, and he left one day as quickly as he had come. He wandered around for a while, eventually finding his way back to his old hide-out, though it was deserted now. He grabbed what he had hidden and decided to make his way to Rome again, though he would never make it there.
She found him in the woods, carrying all that he had. She told him that she had watched as she had promised and was now here to fulfill what she said she would do all those years ago. He didn’t have time to react, she was on top of him, and bit him, then she jumped away. She promised that the pain that he was about to endure was well worth the rewards it offered, and that she would see him again when the pain was over, that they would be looking at each other as though it was for the first time, and that they would be together forever. His pain was excruciating, the closest way to describe it would be a volcano on the inside of the sun burning. He experienced this pain for three days, begging for death without any relief, and at the age of 22 Sulegna’s heart stopped beating and he awoke reborn into a brand new world for him.
True to her word again, she was there when the pain was over, and looking at her, he knew that she was the one who he wanted to be with. But right now he had more pressing issues to deal with, namely the hunger that was gnawing at him like a rabid squirrel. She explained everything he was feeling, and told him what hewas and everything that it entailed. He wanted to know why she didn’t kill him that day, why she let him live. What was so special about him that he was deemed worthy of survival, but of course she didn’t have an answer for him. He decided to stay with her even though he didn’t trust her, because he wanted to be with her forever, though he would never admit to that. She walked him through his first year as a newborn, as she called it, basically brining him his food so as to keep both of them safe. Gradually she allowed Sulegna to go closer to the humans, and eventually to enter town with her at night, she began to call him Angel and he decided that she was the only one who could ever call him that, that would be their thing so to speak.
Eventually he finally got her first name, she said that it was Isabella. She refused to talk about her past, though she knew everything about him. She seemed so familiar, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. One day, however, he caught her looking at something that appeared to be his from his childhood. When he confronted her about it she admitted to being from Troy, and that she was a girl who had always had a thing for him, but he had been to young and busy for him to notice her. She was twelve when the city burned and said that horrible things had happened to her afterwards. She refused to go into details, but said that she finally escaped when she was eighteen and it wasn’t long afterwards that she was attacked, bitten, and left for dead. She admitted to stalking him before the first time he met her as a vampire, and said that she let him live because she loved and wanted to be with him, but he was still too young so she would have to wait. He realized how blind he had been, and he apologized for being so abrupt with her and he let it go, never bringing it up again, well at least not for a time.
It didn’t take long for his happy little world to come crashing down around him again. He was naturally suspicious of her, his past had taught him that. One day, when she left to go feed, he went and searched through her things and found that there was no way that she was who she said. There were things in here that he didn’t even recognize, things that looked like they were extremely old, and from another world. It would be a long time before he found out that it was native American work, but right now it seemed alien to him. He went in search of her and found her being attacked by three other vampires and dying basically. He interceded, evening the odds with his fighting abilities, and they left. She was broken and battered when he confronted her again, this time she told him the truth, something that he couldn’t believe.
She said that she was actually responsible for everything that had shaped him up until now. She had tricked Paris into bringing Helen home, had opened the gates knowing it was a trap to let the city burn. She said that she had told Achilles where he was to be captured, and had convinced the collector to buy him. She basically admitted to being behind everything bad that had happened in his life. Were this anybody else, they would have been dead on the spot, but he loved her so he would show her mercy just this once. He told her to run, and to keep running. He said that if he ever saw her again that he would kill her himself, no matter the fact that he loved her. He gave her a few minutes to collect her things and watched as the one person who he truly loved walked away.
So after she left he went to explore the world in an attempt to forget her. He was content with watching history unfold itself rather than being part of it as it happened for the most part. He watched as the great pyramids were built, noticing that the people no longer relied on slave labor to build the pyramids, but instead on people who appeared to be professionals. He watched the birth of Christianity and the rise and fall of the Roman empire. He traveled to distant lands learning their cultures and fighting styles, and using those styles he fought more of their kind. He encountered children of the moon for the first time when he was about 600 years old, and he would learn later that their bites were fatal to his kind. He played no part in history always staying under the radar, always remaining bored, but it was one day, when he was almost 1000 years old that he found her again.
It was weird that he still felt that love towards her, but she had apparently moved on. Surrounding herself with other men, she seemed quite content with her life without him, at least that’s what it appeared on first glance. When the men attacked her, she had no means with which to fight back and Sulegna was too far away to prevent what happened next. He watched in horror as they systematically ripped her limb from limb and set her body ablaze. He was too slow to stop it, but they were still there, and with a fury he had never known before he attacked, disabled, and destroyed all of them. He sat there for roughly a week before the need to feed caused him to have to leave her. He would never love again, and in his rash behavior he failed to leave one of them alive to see if there was somebody who was responsible for it. He still travels to this day, always trying to find something to kill the boredom, always falling just short of that. Never getting to attached to anyone due to his past relationships, but always looking for the ones responsible for her death.
Well it's cold it's cold it's cold it's so damn cold
"Roleplay sample"
RP Sample:
Angelus was rinding his motorcycle as he did every night, but tonight something felt different. It was as if there was an ill omen in the air foreboding some sort of impending catastrophe. He was wearing his normal clothes, which contained his arsenal of weapons and then it happened.
It seemed to have come out of nowhere and whoever it was left him no time to react. He sent the bike crashing into the tree, jumping off just before impact and landing safely a few feet away from what remained of his bike. He went back into the road and the figure was still standing there. He approached and said, "Who are you?" The figure didn't respond, but rather it lunged towards him. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.
"You destroyed my bike, and for that you're gonna pay," he said as he kicked the figure sending it crashing through the forest. Whoever it was, it's fighting style was mediocre at best. He approached and could now clearly see that the figure was a female vampire, which meant that this was going to get a lot more interesting.
Over the next few minutes, they fought back and forth, but he had the upper hand and she was missing a few pieces. "I'm not gonna kill you, but I hope you remember to watch where you're going next time." The female said, "You're never going to find out why she was killed, you know. If thats the best you have then even if you did you couldn't avenge her."
He picked her up by the throat and shouted, "what do you know? Tell me or I swear I'll kill you." Before He could get an answer, she burst into flames and virtually disintegrated right in front of him. Well one thing came of this, at least he knew he was getting closer. He ran back to town and to his house waiting to see what tomorrow would bring.
Quote:
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allen Poe
Power:
Reverse Empathy: Angelus is able to make other people feel the way he feels. They feel his pain, his emotions, any condition that befalls him, only doubled because of his amount of training. This ability is extremely powerful, for it can allows other's abilities to come back on themselves, only twice as powerful. Any ability that effects his state of being would work through him and back to the original user as well. Powers that don’t really effect the senses, but the emotions, will make his emotions reflect double on them. This power does not override the way the person is feeling at the time, it merely makes them feel both emotions or states of being simultaneously. This power used to always be active, though because of the amount of training he has with it, it can now be turned on and off as he wills it, requiring no concentration whatsoever. This ability, while extremely powerful, has a range of two hundred feet all around him, centered on him of course. Because this ability only provides an illusion that what is happening to him is happening to them, they can still act if the state that is caused isn’t too unbearable for them. This is not a deflection ability, he still suffers the full effects of whatever happens to him, its just that anyone within 200 feet will have that happen to them only doubled. Any power that would immobilize him would still make it to where he couldn’t move, and of course anyone immune to mental abilities would be immune to this power as well. Any object that gets in the way of his radius, will stop it from spreading any further in that direction. He can only inflict the pain that he feels from others mental powers back on them, so a physical attack would work perfect against him.
[Agent:2]
