Akai no Senshi

True/False Game

Eh, true to an extent. ;>

T/F: You never know what you're getting yourself into.

True/False Game

False.

T/F: You think to yourself, 'what a wonderful world'.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Augustus Wesley | House of Ventrue | [ Bedroom - Nest ] | 8:00 PM.

Augustus awoke to a sound he was all too familiar with at this point. Sure, he would've loved to recede back to the comfort of his blanket, but exposure to this sound already rung in him a sense of inclination -- that to it's might he had to respond. As though an explosion, Augustus left the humble dwellings of his meandering dreams, undid his blanket and threw himself out of bed. Bashfully bounding for the bathroom, Augustus had been all for preparedness and hygiene, and to that idea he felt loyal. It'd never leave him. Out of the confines of his drawer he'd withdrawn a locket, and after hastily draping over himself a careful, upstanding collared shirt, a bronze fawn norfolk jacket, and a chalky cravat that ties down to the aforementioned jacket, although fashionably loose and unbuttoned. Recently, Augustus took about him the habit of sleeping throughout the morning and afternoon and waking up at night, to practice for his imminent future. The fact that he will join the House of Ventrue might be wronged, but at least he can exercise the routine. That's why, right now, he'd only just awoken, with him much more Vampires to join. After all, their night was day and their day was night. Those were the rulings.

Augustus didn't know what to make of this calling. Sure, he understood that the premise of the House of Ventrue wasn't exactly the most quiet or reserved, but it had pliable pupil and with it's leader's extremist disposition, surely the entire Nest would be encircled in his enthusiasm, and against their will, men of the Ventrue would have to act parallel to their leaders' own personality. Augustus included. It was a booming household, and to put it into perspective would simplify it way too much. Under supervision, Aspirants like Augustus would have to undergo constant divulgence to this behavior. Thus, whether they'd like it or not, they'd have to grow into this precipice, something that Augustus found hard to accustom himself to. Despite this, and with his taciturn personality, Augustus was still actively trying to impress those of this beloved House -- although possession of an ulterior motive is only something that comes to him as infrequent as those Humans that wander into Vlad's house willingly. The chances were incredibly low.

But that did not completely rule out the thought. Being the fairly. . .civilized Aspirant he is, Augustus was of course partial towards a more subtle approach to the day. While others ravaged through owned material in the early morning, and some more brutish than others, the House left much to be desired, although in Augustus' case he found it expedient to be the 'odd one out', thus rendering him inapproachable under any normal circumstances. This, coupled with the fact that Augustus may have been one of the fewest that possessed dire inability to actually bring honor to the family, Augustus had not much of a name at his disposal, but that did not necessary qualify as the means for him to stop trying. In fact, it acted as further motivation -- an enlightenment that he sought only from the cursory emotion of discouragement, which is, needless to say, what Augustus as a TRUE Aspirant is. He aspires to keep going on. To keep at it -- until he's become one with the House of Ventrue and it's esteemed members. And to reinstate, Augustus finds great satisfaction in being taken out of the equation, because that only meant that the slightest possible attention is paid to him. While this didn't create opportunities of freedom for him, it certainly opened up a few converging ideas regarding improvement and inducement of Louis, which he found to be a good priority to pay heed.

After exiting his respective barracks and being assigned the watchful vampire that peered him through and through ever since he made the now regretful decision of leaving for a bit of breakfast action, Augustus bounds through the hallways with a merry step, pleasurable to him the sight of activity itself. Sure, expression through face was a bare concept to him, and mayhaps even an urban legend to those around him -- but just like the ridiculousness of Vampirism and the sort, this was not exactly impossible. By clear prospect, honestly. So Augustus happiness had been truthful to his emotion, and a direct reflection of what is going on in head right now, albeit a little foggy and while it may be in overcast figures that run through his face as though they were scars, it still retained a tad bit delirium. As soon as he arrived at the halls of the Nest, when allowed in, he perceives a little bit of everything that goes on currently. Under no watchful eye aside from his Vampiric peer, Augustus is under no pressure to hurry his already mediated saunter about the place. In search for one thing only.

Lord Louis Ventrue. Of course, with how recent his voice echoed through the halls, Augustus assumed that he'd still be roving one room to another, screaming aloud in total, lordship declaration of what is to happen today. This was the reason men and women alike were delighted, because when suggested the idea of challenging an aspect of God himself, a monster only possibly defeated under divine hands, Vampires had seemed to become buoyant. That in itself brought them to total worship of Louis Ventrue, but not Augustus. While he was just as thrilled to take on the mightiest Kraken, Augustus did not have an inclination towards fondness of an idea subbed 'death'. It gave him way more chills than any other nightmarish muse, although with the presumption that he is on his path towards half-death/dom already, that introspection was not as prominent as it could possibly be when possessing another Human. Furthermore, Augustus did not possess the faintest heart in the House of Ventrue, but he is more than venerated when he is dubbed so because that'd just stray him from the road to hell, torture, or endless pain. Augustus is not one to deny.

He seeks Lord Louis Ventrue, and after successfully finding him, Augustus would have to be patient until he'd been finished with his frantic yelling to address him, as loud as possible because foreign noises perpetrated as interruption in his attempt. Augustus did not have the highest voice, but it had enough pitch to a point where his Lord can hear.

"Lord Louis Ventrue himself!" He bows.

"Are you sure you'd like us to fight such a thing, sir? A Kraken is generally known as the [ monster that suctions your face in ], after all."

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Augustus Wesley

Name

Augustus Wesley.

Age

Seventeen

Occupation

Prior to his most recent adjustment, Augustus was a fair child in a flowering home of solace and innocence.

House and Rank

Aspirant | House of Ventrue.

Biography

Augustus Wesley is a pure-born of Italian lineage, with both parents dating back to the corresponding heritage, it was only fair that Augustus Wesley was born with features alike to those of the Italians. Although, after seeking refugee in Britain for reasons even he is not sure of, Augustus Welsey took a more standardized and socially acceptable name, with mannerisms that are easily distinguishable by the English. Owing to his reticent and taciturn disposition is his muffled outlook, which does not reflect on his actions generally. He is flamboyant by movement only -- always willing to strive for a better peformance. A better act. That is why he is an Aspirant in the truest sense, because whilst he may be bashful and apprehensive, he'll always be a fair executive to the House he belongs to -- pridefully carrying orders on as though they were his mother's spoken words.

It'd be impossible, though, as the aforementioned had passed away from Augustus long ago. He has a grim history with the slums and murky alleyways of London. With total household freedom, Augustus took things for granted. Initially, his standards were far too high to be satisfied, and although he was not raised in a prosperous home, Augustus had begun to increment a sense of need in him -- seeking always to get the best out of this small world. When unsatisfied, he'd take off to the streets, lonely and to himself, overcast only by the silent implications of the lurid atmosphere that surrounds him. Nighttime was a hassle to get around in London, and when push came to shove, Augustus would turn back and walk over to what he'd called a home. But this habit would soon be the downfall of the twosome that raised him. They weren't providing enough. Not to Augustus. They searched and searched, and when Augustus found them -- bodies laying dead. Wasted, drawing no breath. Failing to exhale, time and time again. Blood seeped into the ground, no longer thicker than water. The smell flourished high through the atmosphere. It wasn't rot, it was more than that. It was bad breath, meandering through every sensation Augustus felt that time. Anger, fear and pain, a triplet that sung devastation and loss. A tremendous sadness took over him that day, and forgotten it'd have to be, for as a child no memories remain to you but the correctness that you did, while every wrong you'd successively made would be removed. You'd forget it as though it never happened.

Augustus' true upbringing was in a bigger house, an orphanage, in a sense. He dealt with more people, and had to sacrifice his own comfort for their sake. There was no longer independence to him. Augustus had a new necessity. To socialize, but he knew that it wouldn't last long with him. He was spoiled, verily so. He didn't find fondness in conversation, nor did he want to engage in it too much. But aside from this, Augustus was always curious. He may have forgotten, but on that day, a feeling of complete curiosity was instilled deep within his spirit, and as he grew to let loose that memory, the curiosity never faded. He wanted to find out something -- he KNOWS there is something, but confirmation was all he needed. And then, the truths unveiled before him.

Two vampires came to the orphanage and recognized an innate will to seek answers in him. That's when they picked him up and took him back to their house. Initially, there was no explanation. Just confusion, he did not know what this was, WHERE this was. But he knew that some of his questions were finally given an answer to. Presently, he is an Aspirant with a wholehearted hope of being able to grow and improve himself for the better, and reach for what those in the Ventrue house promised him of. To become one of them. To gain approval.

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@Akai no Senshi

Miles McMillan -& - One of my personal favourites, I've used him before.
Darren Criss -&
Sean Flynn -&
Matt Corby -& - Another favourite.
Nathan Owens -&

I can keep looking if none of these work.

@Rockette

I actually like the last two, so I'll pick one of them and get to work. Thanks a lot for this, really.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Augustus Wesley

Name

Augustus Wesley.

Age

Seventeen

Occupation

Prior to his most recent adjustment, Augustus was a fair child in a flowering home of solace and innocence.

House and Rank

Aspirant | House of Ventrue.

Biography

Augustus Wesley is a pure-born of Italian lineage, with both parents dating back to the corresponding heritage, it was only fair that Augustus Wesley was born with features alike to those of the Italians. Although, after seeking refugee in Britain for reasons even he is not sure of, Augustus Welsey took a more standardized and socially acceptable name, with mannerisms that are easily distinguishable by the English. Owing to his reticent and taciturn disposition is his muffled outlook, which does not reflect on his actions generally. He is flamboyant by movement only -- always willing to strive for a better peformance. A better act. That is why he is an Aspirant in the truest sense, because whilst he may be bashful and apprehensive, he'll always be a fair executive to the House he belongs to -- pridefully carrying orders on as though they were his mother's spoken words.

It'd be impossible, though, as the aforementioned had passed away from Augustus long ago. He has a grim history with the slums and murky alleyways of London. With total household freedom, Augustus took things for granted. Initially, his standards were far too high to be satisfied, and although he was not raised in a prosperous home, Augustus had begun to increment a sense of need in him -- seeking always to get the best out of this small world. When unsatisfied, he'd take off to the streets, lonely and to himself, overcast only by the silent implications of the lurid atmosphere that surrounds him. Nighttime was a hassle to get around in London, and when push came to shove, Augustus would turn back and walk over to what he'd called a home. But this habit would soon be the downfall of the twosome that raised him. They weren't providing enough. Not to Augustus. They searched and searched, and when Augustus found them -- bodies laying dead. Wasted, drawing no breath. Failing to exhale, time and time again. Blood seeped into the ground, no longer thicker than water. The smell flourished high through the atmosphere. It wasn't rot, it was more than that. It was bad breath, meandering through every sensation Augustus felt that time. Anger, fear and pain, a triplet that sung devastation and loss. A tremendous sadness took over him that day, and forgotten it'd have to be, for as a child no memories remain to you but the correctness that you did, while every wrong you'd successively made would be removed. You'd forget it as though it never happened.

Augustus' true upbringing was in a bigger house, an orphanage, in a sense. He dealt with more people, and had to sacrifice his own comfort for their sake. There was no longer independence to him. Augustus had a new necessity. To socialize, but he knew that it wouldn't last long with him. He was spoiled, verily so. He didn't find fondness in conversation, nor did he want to engage in it too much. But aside from this, Augustus was always curious. He may have forgotten, but on that day, a feeling of complete curiosity was instilled deep within his spirit, and as he grew to let loose that memory, the curiosity never faded. He wanted to find out something -- he KNOWS there is something, but confirmation was all he needed. And then, the truths unveiled before him.

Two vampires came to the orphanage and recognized an innate will to seek answers in him. That's when they picked him up and took him back to their house. Initially, there was no explanation. Just confusion, he did not know what this was, WHERE this was. But he knew that some of his questions were finally given an answer to. Presently, he is an Aspirant with a wholehearted hope of being able to grow and improve himself for the better, and reach for what those in the Ventrue house promised him of. To become one of them. To gain approval.

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Sorry about that! Thanks, though.

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@Rockette I'd absolutely love any help I can get. I'm looking for anything, honestly. My character is still unfinished and if I do scrap it I want to at least have a face claim that can span multiple ideas. I'm doing a male, so there's that too. Young preferably. Looks can be anything up to you. :>

Hey

i hate rping idk what ur talking about

[ Welcome ! ]

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

I'll be dropping a character soon, hopefully.