Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 6, 2008 0:10:42 GMT -1
Character Name:
Vincent Reed
Species:
Nephilim
Age, Gender:
87, realized he was a Nephilim at 20; Male
Description:
Standing at exactly 6 foot tall, Vincent still looks like the handsome young man he had once been. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. The only scars he has are the few he had gotten while he was fighting in WWII. A scar on his right upper arm from when he was shot and a cut down his back from a piece of shrapnel that hit him on the battlefield. He typically wears clothes that slightly resembles the clothes he would have worn when he was in his 20s, back in the 1920s, but he has recently gotten into the habit of wearing the fashions of college-aged men of the times.
Personality:
Vincent is a very quiet person, unless he finds someone that truly intrigues him, and that only happens every once and a while. He tends to keep quiet about anything and everything. He especially hates talking about the past, mostly because he’s had a past much longer than anyone else. He is quick to fall in love, but quicker to fall out of love, so he’s remained a bachelor. He has a quirky sense of humor, and because of it he may end up laughing at things at the most inopportune of moments or seen as stoic depending on the situation. Above anything else, he’s as very loyal and caring person, he can’t see anything going wrong without attempting to lend a hand.
History:
Vincent was born in London in the early 1900s and he’s never gotten enough courage to leave the city for too long. He had moved to the countryside a few times and travelled across Europe for a while, but all-in-all he stays in London. Especially since he’s been living for 87 years and hasn’t aged for the past 67, eh attempts to live in obscurity in London rather than drawing attention to himself with travel.
Vincent had grown up in a typical home during the 1930s. His father was the owner of a local store and his mother was the head of the neighborhood Women’s Club. He was the oldest, with a sister 2 years his junior and a brother 3 years his junior. His brother died in WWII and his sister moved to France with her husband when she was 18.
He had joined WWII at the very beginning, when he was 18 years old and had spent 3 gruesome years in the war. He had always thought something was wrong with him when he was growing up because he would heal quicker than the other children, but he never knew the truth until in the wake of his 20th birthday his father grew suddenly ill. He was sent home to see his dad before he died and while his father was on his deathbed he told him a secret that was truly his mother’s to tell and only her’s. Vincent’s father told him that his mother had been an angel, who had fallen when she fell in love with his father. Vincent thought it was a joke, but listened carefully to his father’s confession. In the days that led up to his father’s funeral, Vincent watched his mother’s movements intently. He noticed irregulalrities about her, things he had never noticed in any other women. She seemed awkward with being human and even though his father had certainly aged, his mother seemed to appear like she was the same age as himself.
Curious, Vlad asked his mother what had happened to cause her not to age. At first she claimed that it was beauty products, but eventually she admitted to her son that she was a fallen angel. It was when he found this out he felt everything changed. Anything that he could think of seemed to get clearer. That was the moment that his human self died and the fallen took over, after that he seemed to have different powers. He was quicker, stronger and can read minds like his mother could.
In the years to follow he left his mother’s home, and she later moved to France with her daughter. As far as Vincent is aware, his sister does not know about the Fallen blood that lies dormant within her, unfortunately he lost contact with her. He does not feel any connection to his mother and most of his family and lives on his own. He had made a fortune writing stories about what it had been like on the battlefields and then fell into obscurity. Every now and again, he’d publish a new novel under a pseudonym and all have been top sellers. He has moved into a modest home and tries to stay out of the world of the supernatural but he ends up finding himself pulled into things every now and again. He’s not part of any organization but despite his caring disposition, he’s bitter towards humanity for their petty fights. Although he’s angry with humanity, he remembers how much he liked being human and would not destroy it.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Vincent is capable of hearing thoughts, this is only affective for those in the near vicinity (about 50 yards from him) and instead of going crazy and listening to all of them, he’s learned through the years how to dull them. The only times that he can truly hear voices insistently is if he’s speaking with a person or if he’s truly focusing. Even though he can hear thoughts, it also drives him to the brink of insanity, and he is quickly irritated because of this. He cannot hear the thoughts of vampires and other Nephalim, why he doesn’t know. He is extremely strong, physically, and extremely fast but he has no other obvious powers. Having been in WWII, he’s extremely good at using a gun. Unfortunately, he was greatly affected by the war and cannot stand the idea of another war or hearing humans talking about killing one another. He is also a very good fist fighter; years of bar fights can teach a man to fight.
Family/Ties:
A mother, fallen angel, living in France. Father: deceased, Brother: deceased, Sister: living/deceased?: would be 85 if still living. Has not spoken to any of his family in over half a century. He is not tied to any group, but despite his grudge against humanity he would help it in any way possible..
RP Sample:
The sky was black as Vincent ran away from his home. He couldn’t think of what his mother was thinking! How dare she claim to be a Fallen? How young did she think he was? A story like that may have amused him when he was younger, but it was ridiculous now.
But if he truly saw the story as ridiculous, why was he running now? The only logical answer to that was that he believed her, and that he was afraid of what was to come. With that thought in mind, he began to slow down. He no longer ran like he had, but slowed down to a trot. What if she really were an angel? That would explain so much about her, about him.
Vincent walked to a bench just outside of the park and sat down. He couldn’t deal with this, his father had died, he was still hearing the missiles everywhere he walked, and he couldn’t deal with the idea of being anything other than human. He had to be human, there was nothing wrong with being human… or was there? If there wasn’t a humanity, then there wouldn’t be any war. He’d obviously be there, because his mother was an angel, all he had to do was to deny the human part of him. And that was what he decided to do.
As soon as he had determined that perhaps he was not human, he felt a pain unlike no other. It was worst than the one that he had felt when he was hit with the shrapnel, it was worst than the feeling of getting shot, it felt like death. There was no other way to describe it, and that was exactly what it was. As soon as the pain had come, it was gone again. And Vincent felt a wholeness that he had never felt before.
So this was what it was like to be a Nephilim?
Pictures:
Face Claim: Johnathan Rhys Meyers
Vincent Reed
Species:
Nephilim
Age, Gender:
87, realized he was a Nephilim at 20; Male
Description:
Standing at exactly 6 foot tall, Vincent still looks like the handsome young man he had once been. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. The only scars he has are the few he had gotten while he was fighting in WWII. A scar on his right upper arm from when he was shot and a cut down his back from a piece of shrapnel that hit him on the battlefield. He typically wears clothes that slightly resembles the clothes he would have worn when he was in his 20s, back in the 1920s, but he has recently gotten into the habit of wearing the fashions of college-aged men of the times.
Personality:
Vincent is a very quiet person, unless he finds someone that truly intrigues him, and that only happens every once and a while. He tends to keep quiet about anything and everything. He especially hates talking about the past, mostly because he’s had a past much longer than anyone else. He is quick to fall in love, but quicker to fall out of love, so he’s remained a bachelor. He has a quirky sense of humor, and because of it he may end up laughing at things at the most inopportune of moments or seen as stoic depending on the situation. Above anything else, he’s as very loyal and caring person, he can’t see anything going wrong without attempting to lend a hand.
History:
Vincent was born in London in the early 1900s and he’s never gotten enough courage to leave the city for too long. He had moved to the countryside a few times and travelled across Europe for a while, but all-in-all he stays in London. Especially since he’s been living for 87 years and hasn’t aged for the past 67, eh attempts to live in obscurity in London rather than drawing attention to himself with travel.
Vincent had grown up in a typical home during the 1930s. His father was the owner of a local store and his mother was the head of the neighborhood Women’s Club. He was the oldest, with a sister 2 years his junior and a brother 3 years his junior. His brother died in WWII and his sister moved to France with her husband when she was 18.
He had joined WWII at the very beginning, when he was 18 years old and had spent 3 gruesome years in the war. He had always thought something was wrong with him when he was growing up because he would heal quicker than the other children, but he never knew the truth until in the wake of his 20th birthday his father grew suddenly ill. He was sent home to see his dad before he died and while his father was on his deathbed he told him a secret that was truly his mother’s to tell and only her’s. Vincent’s father told him that his mother had been an angel, who had fallen when she fell in love with his father. Vincent thought it was a joke, but listened carefully to his father’s confession. In the days that led up to his father’s funeral, Vincent watched his mother’s movements intently. He noticed irregulalrities about her, things he had never noticed in any other women. She seemed awkward with being human and even though his father had certainly aged, his mother seemed to appear like she was the same age as himself.
Curious, Vlad asked his mother what had happened to cause her not to age. At first she claimed that it was beauty products, but eventually she admitted to her son that she was a fallen angel. It was when he found this out he felt everything changed. Anything that he could think of seemed to get clearer. That was the moment that his human self died and the fallen took over, after that he seemed to have different powers. He was quicker, stronger and can read minds like his mother could.
In the years to follow he left his mother’s home, and she later moved to France with her daughter. As far as Vincent is aware, his sister does not know about the Fallen blood that lies dormant within her, unfortunately he lost contact with her. He does not feel any connection to his mother and most of his family and lives on his own. He had made a fortune writing stories about what it had been like on the battlefields and then fell into obscurity. Every now and again, he’d publish a new novel under a pseudonym and all have been top sellers. He has moved into a modest home and tries to stay out of the world of the supernatural but he ends up finding himself pulled into things every now and again. He’s not part of any organization but despite his caring disposition, he’s bitter towards humanity for their petty fights. Although he’s angry with humanity, he remembers how much he liked being human and would not destroy it.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Vincent is capable of hearing thoughts, this is only affective for those in the near vicinity (about 50 yards from him) and instead of going crazy and listening to all of them, he’s learned through the years how to dull them. The only times that he can truly hear voices insistently is if he’s speaking with a person or if he’s truly focusing. Even though he can hear thoughts, it also drives him to the brink of insanity, and he is quickly irritated because of this. He cannot hear the thoughts of vampires and other Nephalim, why he doesn’t know. He is extremely strong, physically, and extremely fast but he has no other obvious powers. Having been in WWII, he’s extremely good at using a gun. Unfortunately, he was greatly affected by the war and cannot stand the idea of another war or hearing humans talking about killing one another. He is also a very good fist fighter; years of bar fights can teach a man to fight.
Family/Ties:
A mother, fallen angel, living in France. Father: deceased, Brother: deceased, Sister: living/deceased?: would be 85 if still living. Has not spoken to any of his family in over half a century. He is not tied to any group, but despite his grudge against humanity he would help it in any way possible..
RP Sample:
The sky was black as Vincent ran away from his home. He couldn’t think of what his mother was thinking! How dare she claim to be a Fallen? How young did she think he was? A story like that may have amused him when he was younger, but it was ridiculous now.
But if he truly saw the story as ridiculous, why was he running now? The only logical answer to that was that he believed her, and that he was afraid of what was to come. With that thought in mind, he began to slow down. He no longer ran like he had, but slowed down to a trot. What if she really were an angel? That would explain so much about her, about him.
Vincent walked to a bench just outside of the park and sat down. He couldn’t deal with this, his father had died, he was still hearing the missiles everywhere he walked, and he couldn’t deal with the idea of being anything other than human. He had to be human, there was nothing wrong with being human… or was there? If there wasn’t a humanity, then there wouldn’t be any war. He’d obviously be there, because his mother was an angel, all he had to do was to deny the human part of him. And that was what he decided to do.
As soon as he had determined that perhaps he was not human, he felt a pain unlike no other. It was worst than the one that he had felt when he was hit with the shrapnel, it was worst than the feeling of getting shot, it felt like death. There was no other way to describe it, and that was exactly what it was. As soon as the pain had come, it was gone again. And Vincent felt a wholeness that he had never felt before.
So this was what it was like to be a Nephilim?
Pictures:
Face Claim: Johnathan Rhys Meyers
