Post by Salvadore on Dec 31, 2008 17:03:39 GMT -1
Character Name:
Salvadore Tempeste Cervantes
Species:
Vampire
Age | Gender:
210 [sired in 1798] | Male
Description:
A strange visage painted with a muted palette. His skin is pale, a leached burnt sienna; evidence of a rich tone that was present in human life but has faded with the advent of vampirism. His hair, locks of obsidian, interrupted with silver both dark and light. A night sky invaded by falling stars. His eyes, ah his eyes. These have been most affected in the change from human to vampire. Once they were a muted and fickle blue-green. Now they are a vivid turquoise, reflections of the deep sea.
But this form is not without flaw. One the back of his pale hands, even paler scars trace across his fingers and knuckles, cutting around to invade the center of his palms. Along his shoulders, thicker bands of scar tissue can be found, and a puckered star shines against his abdomen.
He chooses to dress in slacks and button shirts of dark hues. If the situation or occasion calls for it, he will wear a suit, though more casual than the business attire humans wear. Scarves, hats, and gloves are always his accessories. He alternates between a leather jacket and a black trenchcoat for the notoriously grey London weather.
Personality:
Salvadore is gentleman like the gentlemen of old. He was raised with the old values of honor, chivalry, and gallantry. His courtly etiquette is a habit he finds hard to break.
Due the to nature of his upbringing and the matriarchal nature of his coven, he has a great respect for women. It is difficult for him to prey on them, and more often than not, he will choose to hunt men and animals rather than kill a woman. He is offended when men treat them wrongly or expect them to be submissive.
Though this is somewhat contrary to the fact that his manner is somewhat hypnotic to the average human woman, causing them to act with something less than a clear mind. As such, Salvadore avoids the seduction that so many of his kind live for. He would much rather have a woman come to him by her own choice, and enjoy his company rather than his physical appearance and the illusion of perfection.
But even he slips sometimes, for he is, inevitably, a vampire.
He enjoys music, very much. His list includes classical music, some jazz, Romani melodies, flamenco, and some modern choices from the seventies and eighties. Though the modern day equivalent is somewhat less than he is used to.
He spends a lot of time reading. He favors mythologies of all cultures, but is quite interested in the history of the supernatural world. It is his secret dream to become a historian for the secret world he inhabits, but he knows it cannot possibly come to pass. Not without serious consequence.
History:
The story of Salvadore is one that extends farther than his lifetime. It is the story of a coven, the House of Espada.
In the region of Spain known as Andalusia, there is a province known as Cadiz. It is here, on the coast kissed by the Atlantic Ocean, that the House of Espada is found. This coven was made up of three noble families, the Lunas, the Dominguez and the Cervantes, rich landowners who had claims to most of the region. The origin of the coven is a mystery, while whispers of its strange traditions have spread across Europe.
Nearly all the members of the House are all related by blood, in some way, shape, or form. They sire their own progeny, but not before another generation has been born to ensure the continuity of the House line. Daughters are prized over sons, for their ability to continue the line. And finally, the Lord and Lady of the House are the unspoken and unchallenged rulers of the coven and the province.
It was into this world that Salvadore's mother was born. There was a plan for her life in place even before birth, the same plan of any daughter of the House of Espada: she would find a man with which to have a child, and after that child was born, she would be turned, and once she was turned, she would be joined in marriage with her vampire betrothed. Onixia Serenidad Cervantes was a woman of strong character and great ambition, but most of all a ravishing beauty. She set her sights high, for it was her desire to become the Lady of the House, no matter what it took. So when the Lady Fatima died by mysterious means, it came as a bit of a shock to the rest of the House. But a shock quickly absorbed, as the Lord was caught in Onixia's rapture and made to make her his betrothed shortly thereafter. All was well, for as soon as Onixia gave birth to her child, she would wed the Lord and be Lady of the House. But her treachery did not go unnoticed, and the House was split. Many attempts were made to take the child from her, for if she did not give birth to a new generation, she would be denied her vampire life and thus ineligible and unable to marry the Lord. Onixia was not to be denied, and the child was born in the shadows of a concealed bedchamber. But it was not a daughter, a key to continue the line. It was a son.
And it was in this way that Salvatore Tempeste Cervantes was written off before he was even a year old. For the only purpose of sons was to father children, and then marry to strengthen alliances within the House. Though little did he know that his mother would never allow him to be cast into such a fate. She quietly groomed him for greatness, isolating him in a manor away from the coven house, giving him all the tools he would need to be a prince of the House of Espada. He was educated in philosophy, mathematics, and literature. He mastered Spanish, English, French, and even the Latin language. He was trained in fencing, with a single sword and with a pair. Salvatore grew to be an intelligent and capable young man, a prize in his mother's eyes. Yet to everyone else in the house, he was merely a glorified stud until his transformation. That was, until his mother deftly manipulated the Lord into naming him his heir, even though he was not even a vampire yet. The outrage was palpable. Many attempts were made upon his life, but most were thwarted before Salvadore was injured. Yet there were those who knew patience, and would await the perfect moment to get rid of the so-called prince.
[to be continued....] [dun Dun DUN!]
Powers | Training | Experience | Weaknesses:
As a vampire, Salvadore is faster and stronger than the average human being, but he has honed his stealth and speed abilities more than his strength.
He is a well-trained fencer, able to fight with two swords as well as one. But as times have moved on from swords and shields, he has learned to shoot a gun as well. Though he much prefers sharp steel to bullets.
His native tongue is Spanish (Castellano), but his is fluent in English and French, and able to read and write in Latin.
He is particularly allergic to sunlight, and will suffer a violent reaction if exposed for longer than a minute. It is similar to sunstroke, but more severe as his body is unable to draw off the excess heat by sweating. With increased exposure, his skin will begin to burn but in a way very similar to chemical burns and brain death will begin. He is able to protect himself by wearing UV-protective clothing that covers his body from head to toe.
He is unaffected by holy items or wooden stakes.
Family | Ties:
Mother - Onixia Cervantes | Coven - House of Espada [Cadiz, Spain]
RP Sample:
-: The sun's fiery fingers clung to the sky in its last moments before moon's reign, a spectacular death of orange and scarlet hues, tinting the sky indigo and overshadowing the light-whispers of stars that had just begun to appear. But as heart-renderingly beautiful as it was, the person who ventured warily in the shadows of trees did not dare gaze at its splendor. For the lovely sight was a deadly one.
His attention was instead tuned to the approach of another, one who wandered the forest as he did. On her approach, he turned towards her, his cloak swishing about his boots and his body. Hands, enveloped in gloves, moved to pull down the thick scarf, revealing the lower half of his face. His eyes seemed to glimmer in the darkness, much like a cat's, as he watched her. Hearing her breath and the gasp it brought, he stepped once towards her, mindful not to startle her.
"Please...come no further." His voice slithered out, a clear warning, but more for her sake than his. Her distance from him was a few yards at most, but she was already too close. He set his legs apart, feet nimble and fleet even though they were inserted in heavy boots, and readied himself to jump backwards if the need arose. Precautions, always precautions. Especially now, with the thirst rising in his throat, making his fangs throb with anticipation and his heart beat ever faster, the sight of her neck narrowing his vision.
He cursed himself while he struggled to keep control and restraint. He had banked on not having to feed at least until the hours before dawn, but he was foolish. That calculation had been made without a human in sight, much less the promise of youth-blood maiden. He had to avert his gaze, had to forget her delectable presence and focus on the unassuming forest floor underfoot. Would she take heed of his words and flee? Or would she simply continue to stand there, tantalizing him to madness? :-
Pictures:
Keyword: Full Moon
Salvadore Tempeste Cervantes
Species:
Vampire
Age | Gender:
210 [sired in 1798] | Male
Description:
A strange visage painted with a muted palette. His skin is pale, a leached burnt sienna; evidence of a rich tone that was present in human life but has faded with the advent of vampirism. His hair, locks of obsidian, interrupted with silver both dark and light. A night sky invaded by falling stars. His eyes, ah his eyes. These have been most affected in the change from human to vampire. Once they were a muted and fickle blue-green. Now they are a vivid turquoise, reflections of the deep sea.
But this form is not without flaw. One the back of his pale hands, even paler scars trace across his fingers and knuckles, cutting around to invade the center of his palms. Along his shoulders, thicker bands of scar tissue can be found, and a puckered star shines against his abdomen.
He chooses to dress in slacks and button shirts of dark hues. If the situation or occasion calls for it, he will wear a suit, though more casual than the business attire humans wear. Scarves, hats, and gloves are always his accessories. He alternates between a leather jacket and a black trenchcoat for the notoriously grey London weather.
Personality:
Salvadore is gentleman like the gentlemen of old. He was raised with the old values of honor, chivalry, and gallantry. His courtly etiquette is a habit he finds hard to break.
Due the to nature of his upbringing and the matriarchal nature of his coven, he has a great respect for women. It is difficult for him to prey on them, and more often than not, he will choose to hunt men and animals rather than kill a woman. He is offended when men treat them wrongly or expect them to be submissive.
Though this is somewhat contrary to the fact that his manner is somewhat hypnotic to the average human woman, causing them to act with something less than a clear mind. As such, Salvadore avoids the seduction that so many of his kind live for. He would much rather have a woman come to him by her own choice, and enjoy his company rather than his physical appearance and the illusion of perfection.
But even he slips sometimes, for he is, inevitably, a vampire.
He enjoys music, very much. His list includes classical music, some jazz, Romani melodies, flamenco, and some modern choices from the seventies and eighties. Though the modern day equivalent is somewhat less than he is used to.
He spends a lot of time reading. He favors mythologies of all cultures, but is quite interested in the history of the supernatural world. It is his secret dream to become a historian for the secret world he inhabits, but he knows it cannot possibly come to pass. Not without serious consequence.
History:
The story of Salvadore is one that extends farther than his lifetime. It is the story of a coven, the House of Espada.
In the region of Spain known as Andalusia, there is a province known as Cadiz. It is here, on the coast kissed by the Atlantic Ocean, that the House of Espada is found. This coven was made up of three noble families, the Lunas, the Dominguez and the Cervantes, rich landowners who had claims to most of the region. The origin of the coven is a mystery, while whispers of its strange traditions have spread across Europe.
Nearly all the members of the House are all related by blood, in some way, shape, or form. They sire their own progeny, but not before another generation has been born to ensure the continuity of the House line. Daughters are prized over sons, for their ability to continue the line. And finally, the Lord and Lady of the House are the unspoken and unchallenged rulers of the coven and the province.
It was into this world that Salvadore's mother was born. There was a plan for her life in place even before birth, the same plan of any daughter of the House of Espada: she would find a man with which to have a child, and after that child was born, she would be turned, and once she was turned, she would be joined in marriage with her vampire betrothed. Onixia Serenidad Cervantes was a woman of strong character and great ambition, but most of all a ravishing beauty. She set her sights high, for it was her desire to become the Lady of the House, no matter what it took. So when the Lady Fatima died by mysterious means, it came as a bit of a shock to the rest of the House. But a shock quickly absorbed, as the Lord was caught in Onixia's rapture and made to make her his betrothed shortly thereafter. All was well, for as soon as Onixia gave birth to her child, she would wed the Lord and be Lady of the House. But her treachery did not go unnoticed, and the House was split. Many attempts were made to take the child from her, for if she did not give birth to a new generation, she would be denied her vampire life and thus ineligible and unable to marry the Lord. Onixia was not to be denied, and the child was born in the shadows of a concealed bedchamber. But it was not a daughter, a key to continue the line. It was a son.
And it was in this way that Salvatore Tempeste Cervantes was written off before he was even a year old. For the only purpose of sons was to father children, and then marry to strengthen alliances within the House. Though little did he know that his mother would never allow him to be cast into such a fate. She quietly groomed him for greatness, isolating him in a manor away from the coven house, giving him all the tools he would need to be a prince of the House of Espada. He was educated in philosophy, mathematics, and literature. He mastered Spanish, English, French, and even the Latin language. He was trained in fencing, with a single sword and with a pair. Salvatore grew to be an intelligent and capable young man, a prize in his mother's eyes. Yet to everyone else in the house, he was merely a glorified stud until his transformation. That was, until his mother deftly manipulated the Lord into naming him his heir, even though he was not even a vampire yet. The outrage was palpable. Many attempts were made upon his life, but most were thwarted before Salvadore was injured. Yet there were those who knew patience, and would await the perfect moment to get rid of the so-called prince.
[to be continued....] [dun Dun DUN!]
Powers | Training | Experience | Weaknesses:
As a vampire, Salvadore is faster and stronger than the average human being, but he has honed his stealth and speed abilities more than his strength.
He is a well-trained fencer, able to fight with two swords as well as one. But as times have moved on from swords and shields, he has learned to shoot a gun as well. Though he much prefers sharp steel to bullets.
His native tongue is Spanish (Castellano), but his is fluent in English and French, and able to read and write in Latin.
He is particularly allergic to sunlight, and will suffer a violent reaction if exposed for longer than a minute. It is similar to sunstroke, but more severe as his body is unable to draw off the excess heat by sweating. With increased exposure, his skin will begin to burn but in a way very similar to chemical burns and brain death will begin. He is able to protect himself by wearing UV-protective clothing that covers his body from head to toe.
He is unaffected by holy items or wooden stakes.
Family | Ties:
Mother - Onixia Cervantes | Coven - House of Espada [Cadiz, Spain]
RP Sample:
-: The sun's fiery fingers clung to the sky in its last moments before moon's reign, a spectacular death of orange and scarlet hues, tinting the sky indigo and overshadowing the light-whispers of stars that had just begun to appear. But as heart-renderingly beautiful as it was, the person who ventured warily in the shadows of trees did not dare gaze at its splendor. For the lovely sight was a deadly one.
His attention was instead tuned to the approach of another, one who wandered the forest as he did. On her approach, he turned towards her, his cloak swishing about his boots and his body. Hands, enveloped in gloves, moved to pull down the thick scarf, revealing the lower half of his face. His eyes seemed to glimmer in the darkness, much like a cat's, as he watched her. Hearing her breath and the gasp it brought, he stepped once towards her, mindful not to startle her.
"Please...come no further." His voice slithered out, a clear warning, but more for her sake than his. Her distance from him was a few yards at most, but she was already too close. He set his legs apart, feet nimble and fleet even though they were inserted in heavy boots, and readied himself to jump backwards if the need arose. Precautions, always precautions. Especially now, with the thirst rising in his throat, making his fangs throb with anticipation and his heart beat ever faster, the sight of her neck narrowing his vision.
He cursed himself while he struggled to keep control and restraint. He had banked on not having to feed at least until the hours before dawn, but he was foolish. That calculation had been made without a human in sight, much less the promise of youth-blood maiden. He had to avert his gaze, had to forget her delectable presence and focus on the unassuming forest floor underfoot. Would she take heed of his words and flee? Or would she simply continue to stand there, tantalizing him to madness? :-
Pictures:
Keyword: Full Moon
