Name: Nixon Richards Gender: Cisgender Male Age: Appears 25 Birthdate: November 25, 1883 Race: Vampire
Appearance
Height: 6'0 (182cm) Weight: 180lbs (81kg) Eyes: Blue Hair: Light Brown Scars: Whip lines across his back and chest Clothing: Suits from the late 1800's, early 1900s Weapons: Prefers swords, daggers. Knows melee fighting best, can use a gun though with mediocre aim. His teeth.
Personality
Temperament: A mix of melancholic and choleric. He tends to keep to himself, follows the rules and rarely smiles. Though he is quick to anger and has a very short fuse. Anxious, Suspicious, Serious, Thoughtful, Hotheaded, Quickly-roused Moral/ethical beliefs: He will do anything to spare the life and suffering of humans. He believes he is the monster and humans should be spared. Hobbies: Reading Non-Fiction books, Woodworking, Sewing Habits: Running his fingers through his hair when stressed, Pinching the bridge of his nose, Standing with his hands behind his back Likes: A good book, Rabbit Blood, Sex, Humans, Laws Dislikes: Vampires, The Council Secrets: His history, Uses sex as therapy with someone he trusts.
Background:
Born in Dourdan, France in 1883, Nixon was a full human. He grew up properly with gold and silver lining his pockets. Married well and was expecting his first child. One fateful night it all changed. An intruder had broken in and slain his wife before his very eyes. Mouth dripping with her blood, the man turned on Nixon. He didn't provide Nixon with the pleasure of death. Instead, he had changed him into this.. monster he was now.
Nixon's sire was not a very good one. When one thought of vampires or the folklore of vampires, it was usually him that came to mind. Turning Nixon was one of self-preservation and having a scapegoat for his diabolical plans. For twenty-five years, Nixon was kept in a cage like a crazed animal. He was fed only enough to keep him from dying completely. He was whipped with wolfsbane rope which was the naturally growing fibrous plant that could break and scar a vampire's skin. His face and hands were dipped in vervain gel to keep any special gifts from arising and causing harm.
Then the Holocaust started. What you think you know of the Holocaust, forget it. Hitler was only a puppet used by Nixon's Sire to keep the truth hidden. It was genocide, that much is true. But it wasn't for the reasons Hitler or anyone else claimed. It was simply because Vlad “the Impaler” Dracula had his heart broken by a Jewish woman and he sought revenge in the most gruesome manner. Nixon's hand in it.. he was the night stalker. Not only did the victims have to fear gas chambers, being worked to death, and mass shootings, but they also had to fear the night stalker. He'd be unleashed into the various camps at night to feed. Driven by his hunger, his need for human blood to heal, and his training, he was a silent but very effective killer.
For 10 years Nixon was the night stalker. Caged and beaten during the day, let loose on the camps once a week for feeding. Never the same day, had to keep them on their toes. Finally, he had enough. His body couldn't take it, his mind couldn't take it. He was beaten, scarred, and full of self-loathing. Vlad thought that Nixon was completely broken and was nothing more than a mindless killer. He was very much wrong. When Nixon was released to go for his hunts, his maddening hunger took over. He just snapped and went for Vlad instead. It was not an easy fight, nor was it a quick one. He fought the man who had created him and had taught him all he knew. Finally, Vlad was just a pile of dust on the floor and Nixon was a free man.
Nixon fled his home and wandered Russia aimlessly for decades. Fighting the urge to kill humans, and learning to live off wildlife instead, he fell into a deep state of depression. He isolated himself from others, hiding from other vampires and humans. What he did during the Holocaust haunted him, the nightmares of his wife's death plagued him. While the animal blood kept him alive and sustained, it is only 70% of his dietary needs so he's weaker and a bit slower than other vampires. If he has human blood, he'd be faster and stronger, but at what cost? His mental state will snap.
A princess who grows up with a secret friend, a little boy who sneaks into her room at night to play... innocently. He vanishes around 12 years old and doesn't come back for 4/6 years. When he does come back, he sneaks into her room at night like he used to.. only to find out she is sick. She has a terminal illness that will kill her. He has to figure out if he wants to admit he is a vampire or not. And if he does, will he break the Vampiric Council laws about changing a human? The laws state that no human is to know about vampires or be changed into a vampire. I want to focus on their adventures trying to complete her 'bucket list' before she passes. The risks of leading a rebel lifestyle under the Council's noses. Falling in love. Then if he so chooses to change her, what grand adventures they have together afterwards. I'd like to focus on the good, the bad, and the scary. haha. I am also willing to double up so we both play females and males. She could have a female bodyguard/caretaker/best friend that ends up falling for his vampire mentor/guardian, finding out what they truly are. Any sort of reservations she'd have about that? Maybe even her changing first (purposefully or accidentally).
-* Hunts must be inconspicuous, with victims unlikely to be missed; their remains must be disposed of and territory must be changed often.
-* Incapable of self-control, and therefore a threat of exposure, immortal children are not to be created. Such creation is the ultimate taboo and punishable by death to both the child, the creator, those who defend the child and those who know of its existence.
-* False witness, regardless of intent, is punishable by death.
-* Hunting is forbidden in Venice, Italy, the town of residence of the Council.
-* The parent is responsible for their Pure born's behaviour and teaching of the laws before they can be released on their own. By letting a Pure born hunt conspicuously, the penalty will be death to both Pure born and parent. Even if the Pure born is ignorant of the law, their rash acts are still punishable by death.
-* Vampires' interaction with humans must not draw wide attention. If a human becomes aware of them, the vampire at fault would be responsible for silencing that human permanently.
-* Vampires are not to engage in romantic or sexual relations with a human. Humans will be terminated.
-* Vampires are never to kill other vampires. Punishable by death, circumstances considered.
-* Vampires are required to have written permission from the Council to create a Newborn. Creator is responsible for the Newborn just as they would for a Pure born.
Basic Info Name: Brandon Dawson Gender: Cisgender Male Age: 28 at time of time dilation. Birthdate: November 25 Race: Human
Appearance Height: 6'2 (189cm) Weight: 198 (90kg) Eyes: Blue Hair: Darker Brown Scars: Three bullet scars on his left bicep though spread out. A cut through his right eyebrow. A large gash on the abdomen that was poorly sewn together. Tattoos: A paper airplane casting a shadow of a fighter jet on his left inner bicep. A compass on his right forearm. A small flying eagle dead center on his upper back.
Personality
Temperament: A mix of melancholic and choleric. He tends to keep to himself, follows the rules and rarely smiles. Though he is quick to anger and has a very short fuse. Anxious, Suspicious, Serious, Thoughtful, Hotheaded, Quickly-roused Moral/ethical beliefs: He will do anything to spare the life and suffering of any sentient being. If peace can be reached, he'll aim for it. Hobbies: Reading Non-Fiction books, Woodworking, Playing piano Habits: Running his fingers through his hair when stressed, Pinching the bridge of his nose, Standing with his hands behind his back Likes: A good book, a good piece of wood, and music Dislikes: Squid, Unnecessary drama, and dishonest people. If you're self-centred, be self-centred. At least he knows where he stands with you.
Background:
Brandon was a citizen of the United Worlds, a democratic federation of 1,022,347 planets, drifts, space stations, various orbital habitats, and even entire solar systems. He was born and raised on Earth with dreams and hopes to become a great military captain like his father. His father was not around when he was growing up, but his mother spoke often of him and usually very proudly. He worked his way through school, achieving mostly top grades of 95% or higher. His application to the United Worlds Academy had been quick enrolment was efficient. He was only a lowly ranked ship member when the word of war broke out. The UW scrambled those who showed great achievements and loyalty and gave them ships, great big ships with great big guns. Brandon found himself suddenly the Chief Master Sargent of one of the greatest star ships ever created by the UW. The great Infinity Nexus which he fondly nicknamed Nexi. It may have also helped that the ship's Artificial Intelligence resembled a human enough that he may or may not have a crush on her.
Heading to a known battle 'ground', Brandon encountered an ambush laid out by their enemies, the Terok. He tried to fight them, to take care of the problem himself. Unfortunately, he was massively outnumbered and even under-trained for his position, despite having it for nearly three years now. His order to abandon ship came as no surprise and all four thousand of his crew members took various escape pods. He didn't know if any or all would even survive, but he refused to let them go down with the ship. He stuck around to try and take the heat off the escape pods. At the last possible second, Brandon took off to the last escape pod, but alas it was not ejected when the big hit came. Trapped inside his exosuit, inside the escape pod, inside his spinning out-of-control ship, they were headed right for a brand new black hole. Fortunately, it stopped just far enough away from the event horizon to become destroyed. Brandon and his ship became frozen in time, trapped near the event horizon of a black hole leaving them in virtual stasis for over 300 years however for Brandon it merely felt like the "blink of an eye".
A captain/commander (Chief Master Sargent) wakes up years (maybe even centuries) after being frozen in a time continuum where he does not age. Maybe the military spaceship is rescued by some smaller salvage ship with a handful of crew. They decide to work together to restore peace and order to the known universes and planets. Of course, a blossoming romance can happen between the salvage ship captain/crew members and the military ship captain. Maybe one of the planets they help has an adventure-seeking, skill-heavy (medic, herbology, engine, or technical skills) that wants to come along and join their cause, and ends up falling in love with the military ship captain.
Appearance: Trinity is 5'2 tall with a slender, almost malnourished frame at 98lbs. Her eyes were a vivid grey-blue, shoulder-length natural blonde hair, and soft pink lips. Her outfits tended to be one of flow and luxury. Her skin was pale though very soft and blemish free.
Background: Trinity was born to two absent parents. Born and used only as a status accessory, she was left to be raised by various nannies and tutors. She has one older brother who was the favourite of them both. He got whatever he wanted, and was lavished over and wanted. Her family was wealthy and had money to spare, yet she was lacking what she wanted most. Family.
As a child, Trinity was known as a 'wild child'. Her parents would prefer she stayed clean, neat, and quiet. The phrase 'children should be seen not heard' was a common tagline spoken in her household. Her brother manifested that perfectly. He was always clean-cut, freshly pressed tailor-made suits, and well-mannered. Yes Sir, No Ma'am often came from his mouth. Trinity was the opposite. She was usually covered in dirt or dust from hiding in closets during hide-and-seek, darkened passages that she'd jump from to scare staff members. She was outspoken, running around, or even escaping the property on her horse.
At the age of 16, she went on a trip to Pakistan to see the world and get more culture. Unfortunately, while she was there, she caught an incurable strain of Tuberculosis Pneumonia. The doctors were unsure of how long she'd live but they did have her on a ton of various medications to try and combat her symptoms and hopefully cure her illness one day.
