Post by malcolm on Jul 17, 2011 21:34:24 GMT
Basic Information
Name: 'Lord' Malcolm Westone
Age: 482
Species: Vampire
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Description
Height: 5' 9"
Eye color: Jade Green
Hair color: Light blonde
Overall Description: This, and that is casual attire for him, unless on his motorcycle then he wears his leathers and a black t-shirt. Any other time he will be dressed to impress.
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Weapons
As he is a vampire, he has the standard fangs and strength, but because of his age he is also quite a good swordsman, as well as a good shot with a firearm. To think length he owns several hand guns and blades, though he only ever uses a certain one of each for real combat.
Raiper
Pistol
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Personality
Malcolm is an easy man to figure out, atleast on the 'deep' stuff. It isn't so much that he disregards the humans right to exist, but more that he believes his age, power, and wealth give him the self-evident right to do whatever he wants with whomever he wants whenever he wants. To that end he actually keeps a small harem captive in his estate, mainly for easy dining but also for personal entertainment.
As for his morals, his depravity only goes so far as his own pleasures. He actually detests those of 'low station' carrying on as he does. They have no place treating their equals with such disdain. As for human's doing wrong to eachother, as usefull as it can be for him, he'd rather stop the fighting then further it. After all, he can't exactly feed on them if they are dead...
He is also quick to throw his money about, easily spending $10,000 on a night on the town with a few buisness partners; or even on the nights dinner before they were to be drained. Money doesn't mean much to him anymore, with all the assets he had tied up in his estate, and the money he'd made playing the stock market over the years. He just uses it as bait, an incentive to make his mark willing, to make them trust him. It was more fun to make them believe it was there idea, than to just hold them down and rip their will right from them.
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Powers
Basic vampire abilities, strengthened with age.
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Skills
Negotiation
Fencing
Marksmanship
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Weaknesses
Insanely arrogant
With his age, his feeding requirement is higher than most vampires, with the trade off that he can also ignore his hunger for longer.
If he goes into a blood frenzy, he loses all ability to defend himself, and most of his awareness of his surroundings, making him an easy target
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History
Malcolm, when he was mortal, had been an English lord. If he were honest though his life was rather boring. Born into wealth, picking up where father left off, married to that little blonde thing mother thought was perfect for him. He was happy, in a sense, in that marriage for 5 years before it happened.
He was 35, and it was a fairly normal day. He was just taking his nightly walk in the gardens when he heard a crash, then the scream of his wife. It was probably the only time he'd had genuine concern for anyone in his life, or afterlife really. As he ran into his home and up the stairs he saw what appeared to be the foreign dignitary he'd entertained just nights before looming over the limp body of his wife, both rather bloody. He had rushed in with the full intention of saving his beloved Hannah, but seeing this...thing...he didn't know what to do at all. He did not show fear however, but anger. He did not run. If he were to die like this then so be it.
The resolve that the vampire saw in Malcolm's eyes convinced him that Malcolm would make a strong ally. Malcolm was cautious, but not fearful, and obviously didn't seem to think that the vampire didn't have a right to exist. When asked what made Malcolm so brave, Malcolm growled out that it was not bravery but duty. Should he die, he would return to his beloved's side, but he had a duty to himself to hold his honor till that time; and come hell or high water he was not going to run away from anything.
That sealed it. Malcolm woke up the next evening and the vampire had moved into his manor. He would later find that he had been made like the vampire, and spent the next few decades learning how to continue conducting 'life' as he knew it without raising suspicion. As the times changed, Malcolm would find he had trouble adapting properly at first, what with legal documents coming into play more and more. He eventually found ways to keep himself counted among the living one way or another.
With the advent of modern technology and business, Malcolm was able to bring himself back up to the wealth and 'status' he had once had if not surpassing it. He now has his hands in just about every large corporation, and plans to keep it that way.
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RP Sample
Malcolm grinned, the lifeless beauty before him cradled in his arms as if he were asleep. He always looked at death as a very deep, permanent sleep. The lovely corpse was of a sweet young Italian boy. He'd not put up much of a fight, the boy had adored Malcolm before; one of the rare companions Malcolm would find who wanted to be dominated like that. He ran a hand through the boys hair. "Oh, Antonio, you were indeed a favorite of mine." He had grown somewhat attached to the boy, which was why he had to kill him. Those kinds of emotions were hardly useful for a man in Malcolm's position.
He lay the body neatly on his guest bed, where on of his servants would come and dispose of it, and walked out of the room. The night was still young and there was now a hole to fill in Malcolm's harem. The hunt begins. It was a slow night of hunting though. No one really worth his time was out tonight. Goth bars were where the easy marks could be found, but the pickings were slim. At the penthouse clubs there was an air of vapidness that nearly made Malcolm sick. As for the pubs, his last resort, that was where he found her.
She was smoking at a table in the back, looking off into space. She appeared to be on break, a bartender or host no doubt. She didn't fit in with the rest of the rabble, and Malcolm was determined to have her. This task proved difficult though, as she didn't seem to be in good spirits. Convincing someone who is committed to pretending they don't exist to come home with you isn't very easy. Malcolm managed it though, with charm and concern...and a promise to pay off her massive debts to the loan sharks. His newest beauty was loaded up into his limo, though she wasn't happy about it, under the impression that she was to be a whore for the night. Malcolm was determined, however, to make a willing pet out of her.
Name: 'Lord' Malcolm Westone
Age: 482
Species: Vampire
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Description
Height: 5' 9"
Eye color: Jade Green
Hair color: Light blonde
Overall Description: This, and that is casual attire for him, unless on his motorcycle then he wears his leathers and a black t-shirt. Any other time he will be dressed to impress.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weapons
As he is a vampire, he has the standard fangs and strength, but because of his age he is also quite a good swordsman, as well as a good shot with a firearm. To think length he owns several hand guns and blades, though he only ever uses a certain one of each for real combat.
Raiper
Pistol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Personality
Malcolm is an easy man to figure out, atleast on the 'deep' stuff. It isn't so much that he disregards the humans right to exist, but more that he believes his age, power, and wealth give him the self-evident right to do whatever he wants with whomever he wants whenever he wants. To that end he actually keeps a small harem captive in his estate, mainly for easy dining but also for personal entertainment.
As for his morals, his depravity only goes so far as his own pleasures. He actually detests those of 'low station' carrying on as he does. They have no place treating their equals with such disdain. As for human's doing wrong to eachother, as usefull as it can be for him, he'd rather stop the fighting then further it. After all, he can't exactly feed on them if they are dead...
He is also quick to throw his money about, easily spending $10,000 on a night on the town with a few buisness partners; or even on the nights dinner before they were to be drained. Money doesn't mean much to him anymore, with all the assets he had tied up in his estate, and the money he'd made playing the stock market over the years. He just uses it as bait, an incentive to make his mark willing, to make them trust him. It was more fun to make them believe it was there idea, than to just hold them down and rip their will right from them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Powers
Basic vampire abilities, strengthened with age.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Skills
Negotiation
Fencing
Marksmanship
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weaknesses
Insanely arrogant
With his age, his feeding requirement is higher than most vampires, with the trade off that he can also ignore his hunger for longer.
If he goes into a blood frenzy, he loses all ability to defend himself, and most of his awareness of his surroundings, making him an easy target
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
History
Malcolm, when he was mortal, had been an English lord. If he were honest though his life was rather boring. Born into wealth, picking up where father left off, married to that little blonde thing mother thought was perfect for him. He was happy, in a sense, in that marriage for 5 years before it happened.
He was 35, and it was a fairly normal day. He was just taking his nightly walk in the gardens when he heard a crash, then the scream of his wife. It was probably the only time he'd had genuine concern for anyone in his life, or afterlife really. As he ran into his home and up the stairs he saw what appeared to be the foreign dignitary he'd entertained just nights before looming over the limp body of his wife, both rather bloody. He had rushed in with the full intention of saving his beloved Hannah, but seeing this...thing...he didn't know what to do at all. He did not show fear however, but anger. He did not run. If he were to die like this then so be it.
The resolve that the vampire saw in Malcolm's eyes convinced him that Malcolm would make a strong ally. Malcolm was cautious, but not fearful, and obviously didn't seem to think that the vampire didn't have a right to exist. When asked what made Malcolm so brave, Malcolm growled out that it was not bravery but duty. Should he die, he would return to his beloved's side, but he had a duty to himself to hold his honor till that time; and come hell or high water he was not going to run away from anything.
That sealed it. Malcolm woke up the next evening and the vampire had moved into his manor. He would later find that he had been made like the vampire, and spent the next few decades learning how to continue conducting 'life' as he knew it without raising suspicion. As the times changed, Malcolm would find he had trouble adapting properly at first, what with legal documents coming into play more and more. He eventually found ways to keep himself counted among the living one way or another.
With the advent of modern technology and business, Malcolm was able to bring himself back up to the wealth and 'status' he had once had if not surpassing it. He now has his hands in just about every large corporation, and plans to keep it that way.
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RP Sample
Malcolm grinned, the lifeless beauty before him cradled in his arms as if he were asleep. He always looked at death as a very deep, permanent sleep. The lovely corpse was of a sweet young Italian boy. He'd not put up much of a fight, the boy had adored Malcolm before; one of the rare companions Malcolm would find who wanted to be dominated like that. He ran a hand through the boys hair. "Oh, Antonio, you were indeed a favorite of mine." He had grown somewhat attached to the boy, which was why he had to kill him. Those kinds of emotions were hardly useful for a man in Malcolm's position.
He lay the body neatly on his guest bed, where on of his servants would come and dispose of it, and walked out of the room. The night was still young and there was now a hole to fill in Malcolm's harem. The hunt begins. It was a slow night of hunting though. No one really worth his time was out tonight. Goth bars were where the easy marks could be found, but the pickings were slim. At the penthouse clubs there was an air of vapidness that nearly made Malcolm sick. As for the pubs, his last resort, that was where he found her.
She was smoking at a table in the back, looking off into space. She appeared to be on break, a bartender or host no doubt. She didn't fit in with the rest of the rabble, and Malcolm was determined to have her. This task proved difficult though, as she didn't seem to be in good spirits. Convincing someone who is committed to pretending they don't exist to come home with you isn't very easy. Malcolm managed it though, with charm and concern...and a promise to pay off her massive debts to the loan sharks. His newest beauty was loaded up into his limo, though she wasn't happy about it, under the impression that she was to be a whore for the night. Malcolm was determined, however, to make a willing pet out of her.