Post by Nicolas Baltimare on Nov 30, 2008 16:14:34 GMT -5
``Nicolas Baltimare..
"And near death, last breath and barely hanging on
Would you believe me if i said i didn't need you?"
``the R O L E P L A Y E R
Name: Chris
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Experience: Just over five years
How did you find us?: Support Proboards
Other characters: None yet
``the C H A R A C T E R
Name: Nicolas Ellis Baltimare
Age: 121
Nickname(s)/Alias: Nic, Nicky
Birthdate: 12th June, 1887
Birthplace: London, England
Sexuality: Bisexual
Heritage: British
Position: Elite
Species: Vampire
If vampire...
Coven name: Lamayan
Position in coven: Elite member
``the M I R R O R
Hair:
Such a dark brunette that it often looks more black in poorly lit areas. It doesn't grow fast enough for him to ever be patient enough to let it grow out, so it's been around a couple of inches in length for a very long time, often styled in some random way depending on when he can really be bothered to look presentable or not.
Eyes:
Hazel, often mistaken for just brown.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 8 1/2 stone
Build:
He's tall, lithe with lean muscles that are only visible when being used. He has long, coltish legs, thin hips, a long waist and broader shoulders. The build of a swimmer.
Special Features/Other: He has a collection of scars on his right collarbone where he was attacked by a rabid vampire on the night he was turned.
Portrayed by: Martin Johnson
``the D E T A I L S
Likes
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
personality;;
He cares little for personal space, hurt feelings or really anybody other than himself. It's not impossible for him to feel empathy for another being, but those times are incredibly rare to occur. Although there isn't a cruel malice to his words and actions, he says what he wishes, does what he wants and there's literally nothing anybody can say or do in response to stop him. His ability to ignore people's warnings and continue on his fantabulous ramblings and ideas makes him seem slightly loopy and at times a little immature. His sense of humour is an odd one, he tends to find amusement in the oddest of places.
Like a child he is very amiable, chatting to anything and everything that will talk back. He has some strange ability to spark up a conversation so very easily and make people laugh or at least smile. He finds humans fascinating, their short life span, their curiousity and the fact that they're so very fragile. Which is often why he oftens has quite a long string of human friends. I suppose he also enjoys the temptation, challenging himself not to give in and bite. He often does that, gives himself a challenge that he will have a little trouble in trying to succeed in fulfilling, it's one of the only things that keeps him occupied these days..
He does have a bit of a temper when he's hungry, he has a tendancy to snap and become highly sarcastic in ways that aren't amusing in the least. Violence is something he won't resort to unless somebody else begins it, when he does start fighting though, he's ruthless, almost sadistic. He tends to let the more animalistic, vampiric nature peek out in these moments only and he'll never admit it to anybody, especially not Vince, but he enjoys those rare times. He silently loves the chance he gets to feel the hot burst of blood against his skin and not worry about the circumstances. It's war, he's allowed to harm the opposing side's vamps.
Usually whenever he feels guilt, regret or a spark of self loathing. In those cases he'll seek out help and comfort from his family. He'll become withdrawn and slightly sulky, getting annoyed only when people ask him stupid questions or presume that whatever has upset him is his own fault.
``the F A M
Parents:
Emily, mother, died at age 56 in 1917
Samuel, father, died at age 48 in 1909
Siblings: All deceased
Maria (nine years older) Rachel (seven years older) Elizabeth (four years older) Sarah (one year older) Ben (two years younger)
Other:
n/a
Pets:
n/a
``the M E M O R I E S
Happiest memory:
"It was a few years after i'd met Vince and been brought into the Lamayan Coven, thirty years after i'd been turned into a Vampire. It seems like nothing now that i think about it, but it was the first time since i was turned that i really thought that life would get better. I made a friend. That was it. I had a long conversation with a woman in the local library and not once did i have the desire to bite down upon her pale neck. She was the turning point in my life really.."
Worst memory:
"There isn't just one, there's several different incidents in which i despise thinking back on. Watching my parents and siblings die, leaving me without family in this world and alone for the first time in my life. Until i found the Lamayan coven."
Personal history:
He was born in London, the first son in the family and therefore the most spoilt. He already had four older sisters when he was born and so he had people to look after him and to play with him as he grew older. Life wasn't as hard as some people had it, they had money and his father was a respected member of the clergy. Though Nicolas himself was always an atheist, he found it hard to believe in one entity looking over the entire human race. Even still, he got along well with both his parents.
Nothing really interesting happened in his life, he was educated and when he was old enough he left school and got a job as a member of the police force. Protecting people. He was twenty-two when he became chief inspector of the local police district, remarkably young. It was during an investigation, when he was twenty-three that the attack happened. It was a raid on a semi-derelict building, he led a small team and became the only survivor of a vicious attack from something that wasn't human. He was kept alive, bound and gagged, unable to see and unable to speak he didn't know what was going on. He thought he was being held as some kind of hostage.
Though when he felt excruciating pain in his collarbone he came to the conclusion that he was being kept for torture. He didn't know the reason why, but there could be no possible reason for the pain he was experiencing. The molten lava river of fire that coursed through his veins was a poison that changed what he was and gave him a desire that he'd never felt before. A burning within his throat that hurt his very being, he was left alone in a thick walled room with this hunger for days before one day he was released. He slaughtered people that night.. Not remembering anything but the hot flood of blood of many inocent people as it ran over his hands and face.
He led the life of a rogue campire for many years, not knowing what he was or what his purpose was. He met other Vampires and attempted to communicate with them, but most took one look at him and left him to his misery. Because he had no skills, his strength was unimpressive for a vampire. The only positive thing going for him was his agility, but what use could that be put to?
He lived in misery, watching mournfully from a distance as his family grieved for him, then got over his death and eventually forgot about him as they grew older. He stayed distant from them, not wanting to fall victim to the bloodlust he knew would rise.
It was fourty-two years after he'd been turned that he met Vince. The other Vampire was patient.. unbelievably so and taught Nicolas that you didn't have to drink from humans, animals could be a substitute and it was possible to get along well with humans. His life changed drastically at that moment, he began controlling everything about himself. Now the Lamayan coven is his family and the only place he feels he can really fit in.
``the E N D
rp sample;;
Becoming stuck inside on a chilly day was usually a dream come true for somebody as unbelievably lazy as Cassius. But stick him inside without any teabags, coffee granules or even juice will lead him to develop unbelievably strong cravings. Cravings he has to satisfy or else go insane. Nobody quite understands this part of Cassius. He has never, and i mean never gone without something before. Whenever he's wanted something he's always got it in the end. Always.
Though not from his parents. It's not considered spoilt if it's your own money, is it?
Anyway, let's move on shall we? He'd wrapped himself in a fur lined coat that cost more than it looked, hiding from view the shirt and jacket he'd already been wearing. The coat wasn't long enough to hide his skinny clad legs, jeans that made his long legs look all the more longer but he never seemed to mind. He wasn't going out to get photographed, he wasn't going to one of his parents parties. He was going to Starbucks. No need to impress, only his money mattered there.
Twenty-five minutes after he'd left the small apartment his parents had bought for him he was cradling an empty, yet still warm, cup in his hand whilst sitting at a table on his own within his favourite store. Blonde hair was ruffled upon his head, no real style co-ordinated to it whatsoever but because of the coat draped over the chair he was sat on it was obvious as to why he looked the way he did. What wasn't obvious, was why he looked so mournful.
Cassius was broke.
Not in the sense that he has no money at all. But that he doesn't have any with him.
If he'd have consumed large amounts of alcohol he would have cried. As it was he was really quite sober, enough to know that he could always use his mobile to get somebody to come on down and rescue him and his unsatisfied need. Or he could just shimmy over to somebody within the room.. He just needed to find somebody who looked somewhat lonely.
So his gaze scanned the area, flicking from one person to the other whilst he rummaged in his coat pocket for his phone. Hoping all the while that he hadn't forgot that too.
"And near death, last breath and barely hanging on
Would you believe me if i said i didn't need you?"
``the R O L E P L A Y E R
Name: Chris
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Experience: Just over five years
How did you find us?: Support Proboards
Other characters: None yet
``the C H A R A C T E R
Name: Nicolas Ellis Baltimare
Age: 121
Nickname(s)/Alias: Nic, Nicky
Birthdate: 12th June, 1887
Birthplace: London, England
Sexuality: Bisexual
Heritage: British
Position: Elite
Species: Vampire
If vampire...
Coven name: Lamayan
Position in coven: Elite member
``the M I R R O R
Hair:
Such a dark brunette that it often looks more black in poorly lit areas. It doesn't grow fast enough for him to ever be patient enough to let it grow out, so it's been around a couple of inches in length for a very long time, often styled in some random way depending on when he can really be bothered to look presentable or not.
Eyes:
Hazel, often mistaken for just brown.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 8 1/2 stone
Build:
He's tall, lithe with lean muscles that are only visible when being used. He has long, coltish legs, thin hips, a long waist and broader shoulders. The build of a swimmer.
Special Features/Other: He has a collection of scars on his right collarbone where he was attacked by a rabid vampire on the night he was turned.
Portrayed by: Martin Johnson
``the D E T A I L S
Likes
- the coven ~ without it he knows he'd still be on the streets feeding off of the humans who he now finds fascinating rather than just a source of food.
- humans ~ they're interesting. He likes interesting, especially in the boring monotony of life that every Vampire reaches once in their long, long lifespans.
- anything that makes him laugh
- music ~ he plays a variety of music and a lot of instruments.
- learning something new, if he doesn't know it, he wants to.
Dislikes:
- murderers
- the Samari coven ~ he hates them on principle.. They're destroying something he finds precious.
- obnoxious people
- boredom ~ he can't stand sitting down, twiddling his thumbs and just waiting for something fun to come along. Time goes far too slowly sometimes.
- bad smells
Strengths:
- agility ~ even since he was first turned his speed has always been one of his strongest points.
- charming
- his positive outlook on life
Weaknesses:
- he someday doesn't know when to shut up
- a pretty face
- his strength hasn't improved much since he was first turned.
Fears:
- losing control for just a second and harming one of his human friends
- losing the coven
- disappointing Vince
- living forever
personality;;
He cares little for personal space, hurt feelings or really anybody other than himself. It's not impossible for him to feel empathy for another being, but those times are incredibly rare to occur. Although there isn't a cruel malice to his words and actions, he says what he wishes, does what he wants and there's literally nothing anybody can say or do in response to stop him. His ability to ignore people's warnings and continue on his fantabulous ramblings and ideas makes him seem slightly loopy and at times a little immature. His sense of humour is an odd one, he tends to find amusement in the oddest of places.
Like a child he is very amiable, chatting to anything and everything that will talk back. He has some strange ability to spark up a conversation so very easily and make people laugh or at least smile. He finds humans fascinating, their short life span, their curiousity and the fact that they're so very fragile. Which is often why he oftens has quite a long string of human friends. I suppose he also enjoys the temptation, challenging himself not to give in and bite. He often does that, gives himself a challenge that he will have a little trouble in trying to succeed in fulfilling, it's one of the only things that keeps him occupied these days..
He does have a bit of a temper when he's hungry, he has a tendancy to snap and become highly sarcastic in ways that aren't amusing in the least. Violence is something he won't resort to unless somebody else begins it, when he does start fighting though, he's ruthless, almost sadistic. He tends to let the more animalistic, vampiric nature peek out in these moments only and he'll never admit it to anybody, especially not Vince, but he enjoys those rare times. He silently loves the chance he gets to feel the hot burst of blood against his skin and not worry about the circumstances. It's war, he's allowed to harm the opposing side's vamps.
Usually whenever he feels guilt, regret or a spark of self loathing. In those cases he'll seek out help and comfort from his family. He'll become withdrawn and slightly sulky, getting annoyed only when people ask him stupid questions or presume that whatever has upset him is his own fault.
``the F A M
Parents:
Emily, mother, died at age 56 in 1917
Samuel, father, died at age 48 in 1909
Siblings: All deceased
Maria (nine years older) Rachel (seven years older) Elizabeth (four years older) Sarah (one year older) Ben (two years younger)
Other:
n/a
Pets:
n/a
``the M E M O R I E S
Happiest memory:
"It was a few years after i'd met Vince and been brought into the Lamayan Coven, thirty years after i'd been turned into a Vampire. It seems like nothing now that i think about it, but it was the first time since i was turned that i really thought that life would get better. I made a friend. That was it. I had a long conversation with a woman in the local library and not once did i have the desire to bite down upon her pale neck. She was the turning point in my life really.."
Worst memory:
"There isn't just one, there's several different incidents in which i despise thinking back on. Watching my parents and siblings die, leaving me without family in this world and alone for the first time in my life. Until i found the Lamayan coven."
Personal history:
He was born in London, the first son in the family and therefore the most spoilt. He already had four older sisters when he was born and so he had people to look after him and to play with him as he grew older. Life wasn't as hard as some people had it, they had money and his father was a respected member of the clergy. Though Nicolas himself was always an atheist, he found it hard to believe in one entity looking over the entire human race. Even still, he got along well with both his parents.
Nothing really interesting happened in his life, he was educated and when he was old enough he left school and got a job as a member of the police force. Protecting people. He was twenty-two when he became chief inspector of the local police district, remarkably young. It was during an investigation, when he was twenty-three that the attack happened. It was a raid on a semi-derelict building, he led a small team and became the only survivor of a vicious attack from something that wasn't human. He was kept alive, bound and gagged, unable to see and unable to speak he didn't know what was going on. He thought he was being held as some kind of hostage.
Though when he felt excruciating pain in his collarbone he came to the conclusion that he was being kept for torture. He didn't know the reason why, but there could be no possible reason for the pain he was experiencing. The molten lava river of fire that coursed through his veins was a poison that changed what he was and gave him a desire that he'd never felt before. A burning within his throat that hurt his very being, he was left alone in a thick walled room with this hunger for days before one day he was released. He slaughtered people that night.. Not remembering anything but the hot flood of blood of many inocent people as it ran over his hands and face.
He led the life of a rogue campire for many years, not knowing what he was or what his purpose was. He met other Vampires and attempted to communicate with them, but most took one look at him and left him to his misery. Because he had no skills, his strength was unimpressive for a vampire. The only positive thing going for him was his agility, but what use could that be put to?
He lived in misery, watching mournfully from a distance as his family grieved for him, then got over his death and eventually forgot about him as they grew older. He stayed distant from them, not wanting to fall victim to the bloodlust he knew would rise.
It was fourty-two years after he'd been turned that he met Vince. The other Vampire was patient.. unbelievably so and taught Nicolas that you didn't have to drink from humans, animals could be a substitute and it was possible to get along well with humans. His life changed drastically at that moment, he began controlling everything about himself. Now the Lamayan coven is his family and the only place he feels he can really fit in.
``the E N D
rp sample;;
Becoming stuck inside on a chilly day was usually a dream come true for somebody as unbelievably lazy as Cassius. But stick him inside without any teabags, coffee granules or even juice will lead him to develop unbelievably strong cravings. Cravings he has to satisfy or else go insane. Nobody quite understands this part of Cassius. He has never, and i mean never gone without something before. Whenever he's wanted something he's always got it in the end. Always.
Though not from his parents. It's not considered spoilt if it's your own money, is it?
Anyway, let's move on shall we? He'd wrapped himself in a fur lined coat that cost more than it looked, hiding from view the shirt and jacket he'd already been wearing. The coat wasn't long enough to hide his skinny clad legs, jeans that made his long legs look all the more longer but he never seemed to mind. He wasn't going out to get photographed, he wasn't going to one of his parents parties. He was going to Starbucks. No need to impress, only his money mattered there.
Twenty-five minutes after he'd left the small apartment his parents had bought for him he was cradling an empty, yet still warm, cup in his hand whilst sitting at a table on his own within his favourite store. Blonde hair was ruffled upon his head, no real style co-ordinated to it whatsoever but because of the coat draped over the chair he was sat on it was obvious as to why he looked the way he did. What wasn't obvious, was why he looked so mournful.
Cassius was broke.
Not in the sense that he has no money at all. But that he doesn't have any with him.
If he'd have consumed large amounts of alcohol he would have cried. As it was he was really quite sober, enough to know that he could always use his mobile to get somebody to come on down and rescue him and his unsatisfied need. Or he could just shimmy over to somebody within the room.. He just needed to find somebody who looked somewhat lonely.
So his gaze scanned the area, flicking from one person to the other whilst he rummaged in his coat pocket for his phone. Hoping all the while that he hadn't forgot that too.
