Post by Silver on Apr 3, 2009 11:02:11 GMT -8
"You don’t have to understand. You just have to survive"
Name: Silver
Birth Name: Daxus Rose
Books: Mentioned in In the Forests of the Night, Demon in my View
Species: Vampire
Age: At least 5000 years old
Family: Anthony Rose (brother), Marianne Rose (mother), Marcus Daxus (illegidiment father)
Friends: none
Enemies: as many as he seeks to use
Home: A wanderer, moves too much to choose an actual “home”
Power Level: Extremely strong
\Race/
Egyptian, Roman
\Social Class/
born lower class, rises to become upper class
\Height/
6’2”
\Weight/
165lbs
\Hair/
fairly long curly, brown hair, often found covering his face though he parts it off to the sides to give him an air of dominance over his features
\Eyes/
Has darkened black eyes that express the coldness of him though he can display them however he likes when the need suites him best.
\Appearance/
Silver is a very stoic man, calm and controlling his body exemplifies that in as best can be imagined, his features are often rugged and handsome showing his vanity to power that associates with his personality.
His body is primarily toned from years of combat though never overly buff he has a mental side to him that evenly balances out his strength in comparison to his mind. Is known to be a man of grand strength and patience.
He could be associated with a well known actor or model if he were to step out onto the street today. His features however rugged they appear are often pale giving him a sort of lifeless features when poorly lit.
\Face claim/
Hugh Dancy
Strengths/
* Silver is very quick witted, words, strategies and other things jump into his head before and enemy is able to think to retaliate, is known for being able to predict moves far in advance of the foe and manipulate them.
*Manipulative- he can predict people’s movements and personalities using their own will against them in control outcomes to his advantage.
*Seperated- though some may view this as a flaw, Silver is separated from his own emotions allowing him to come up with decisions quickly without controversy an excellent dictator.
\Weaknesses/
*Cold-hearted- the man is empty and dark finds little fun in life other them his own conquest for power and becomes dull if not amused swiftly
*Vain- sees himself as the most intelligent and greatest being alive (well sorta) and can become overly conceited.
*cruel- doesn’t bother with mercy, wipes the enemy out completely, a reason he has so many foes.
\Best trait/
Lust for Power
\Worst trait/
Vanity
\Likes/
*power
*lust
*war
*fire
*control
*darkness
*winning
*speed
*patience
*cool nerves
\Dislikes/
*humanity
*weakness
*cowardice
*fear
*Chaos
*madness
*boredom
*weak minds
*Sporadic people
*instability
\Shadows/
* a loss of control
*Death
*someone overthrowing him
\Strive/
*Complete power
*to reign over an empire
\Secrets/
*Silver doesn’t and will never have any friends because friends are simply pawns for the greater game.
*Silver has murdered over twenty thousand people with his own hands.
\Personality/
Silver’s line is the ruling class of vampires. They take after him in cruelty and lust for power. He can be deceptively kind, but he is always looking for a way to grab power from those around him.
He is very possessive and power hungry shares the need to feel that everything is under his own control and needs to keep that feeling lest he goes chaotic on all of existence threatening their vey way.
He is very calm on the surface very personable friendly and cool, but beneath the surface he plots for your downfall and his ascension at all times all he wants is power to no specific end.
\Level of Schooling/
200 years of military training, 400 years Greek knowledge, 4000 years historical first hand experience
\Schooling Abilities/
has been through countless wars from the scourge of Babylon to WWII he fights an everlasting struggle to maintain shapness.
History:
Daxus Rose was born in the 30th century b.c. Just beyond Mesopotamia, Egypt was a flourishing nation at the time, labor was expanding and imperialism had come to be known. Daxus’ youth was squandered by an impudent father rushing him to accomplish great expansions, he wanted his son to rule over all, and he would whole-heartedly agree in spite of his father’s flimsy hand in things. Life was hard with a false father like such the man was reckless and a drunkard fool-heartedly gallivanting around causing untold chaos and mischief while Daxus worked and studied.
By the time Daxus had reached his sixteenth birthday the child had become a man, well respected throughout the land for harvesting the nations agriculture, praise and glory boosted his ego though he was never satisfied constantly longing for more. On he went boosting his power gaining untold knowledge from every source. He left home to explore the world. Years passed he was gone many years before returning home to a shackled home, his mother was brutally abused and his father still remained a drunkard but now weary with age he was weak and cowardly hiding behind old threats. He disgraced the family name throughout the whole of Egypt. With a fell swoop Daxus murdered his father.
Daxus decided it was time for a change, his family was disgraced and foolishly squandered they were of no more use to him, The man walked away leaving his shattered family to work the fields of Africa for as long as they were to live out their lives.
Daxus’ next journey was to make way to Rome, the centerfold of modern advances; he’d heard grand rumors of the place exciting things that thrilled the senses. Upon his arrival he made clear well of his intentions to begin a business out of war. The Romans where foolhardy men easily encouraged into warfare and bouts of blood that much he shared a common interest in Daxus was to become part of the Roman legion. Years past many countless years on the front of battle and Daxus had made a name for himself amongst the grand legion he’d become the strategist for the middle-eastern conflict.
Now he was about twenty years old, quite spectacular for the time, modern advances gave the person a lifespan of about forty years, he may have been going through a midlife crisis but pulled through with his will. Daxus abandoned the military one night to take an excursion on the city of Constantinople. The city was massive full of harlots, and tricksters it stimulated the heart and mind. He found himself wandering the empty streets one night; he remembers how odd it was that the night be so empty. A harlot of sorts pleaded at his whim, she was swift and her tongue got him with a fervor scent. He unsheathed her and found her to be magnificently stunning; he took it upon himself to have her for the night. Little did he know she had other plans for him. The whole mess was a trap and Daxus found himself to be in the folds of a nest of dark creatures of immense beauty most notably a master by the name of Siete who changed him to one of his own a fledgeling of sorts.
Daxus awoke with a mind of fire voices all around and an intense hunger for blood, he ravaged the outskirts of Istanbul for some time, killing cows, livestock, and humans. It wasn’t until much later he found use of his control. The man was despondent and found the need for vigorous training. He spent a near century lost in the woods harnessing his power.
Daxus found himself year’s later in Egypt once more, finding that his family line was nothing more than when he had left. Such foolish mortals they were, he was something greater far more powerful. In the span of ten years he formed a rag tag army of his own soldiers each a bred immortal troop. The nest spanned a good twenty vampires each strong enough to murder all the hold of Egypt.
“Murder all the first born!” Daxus commanded giving his will, the troops descended on the land slaughtering all of Eygpt’s children.
He was come to be known as the Angel of Death.
Treachery was boasted amongst the nest and later Daxus was force to murder the entire brood, by pinning one against the other. His superior mind gave him the advantage over all of them, he didn’t have to spill a drop of his own blood merely drain their own.
The Roman Empire had grown great by this time and Daxus longed for power in his many years the Vampire grew covetous fighting for the Roman phalanxes and grew in honor and in strength his name was chanted as though he were the god of war. Powerful and cunning. Many battles fought and many battles won in his name. But now it was time for him to die, to pass on his name as if it were a normal being. He left Rome and moved to England there he found those of his kind, through deceit and treachery he killed off his competition and in a sparse number of years his family name was known to be amongst Vampiric Royalty.
\Name/
Ryan
\Age/
18
\Gender/
Male
\Experience/
2
\Other characters/
nope
\Fanfiction Sample/
ex from Point Hope RP board, my original character Jaus Valentine
He had taken from her that inch of what he wanted however like anyone else there was that need for more, that passionate fury that stung in his head pleading to take more. This is where his will would make or break it for him. To be the one in control or under her boot, the road was evenly divided and yet they weren’t completely visible. Jaus had to decide and yet in this moment everything was clogging his thoughts, Reira’s hands tugging at him, her voice cooing him on urging for more, he couldn’t resist. It was painful.
“Well then, you better please me well if you want to stay in this position…because I’m a very demanding woman…”
her fingers played with his hair. Licking her lips once, she inched herself closer to him, pressing their bodies hard together. Jaus felt the need to collapse, his legs held strong though there was a certain unsteadiness to them. Her body fit perfectly into the curvature of his own, the fire was exhilarating. An irregular beat pounded within his chest yearning for it to last a bit longer.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jaus grinned faintly at the sheer enjoyment of it all; he didn’t want to give away any weakness any sign of her victory over his own body.
Her mouth pressed against his roughly, searching to part as their tongues grazed past their defensive lips. Such cunning lips each with their own ways of mending the truth, telling tales. Jaus returned her force with equal vigor yet the combination seemed to make the whole experience much more tender. With a grasp Jaus would lift Reira off the ground and adjust her legs around his waist pressing her up against the wall again this time with more force.
The onlookers were still in their own ditsy dreamland, though the sound seemed to have startled a few whom Jaus had a looser grip on. The music throbbed in the background keeping a very techno beat to the bar. The rhythm kept pace with his throbbing heart hammering intently till his increased savagely. Jaus hesitantly pulled away from the kiss and looked her in the eyes again.
“What is it that you want?” his breath caught in ragged breaths.
It was strange for him to ask her that but he needed to stop for a moment, collect himself and retain some control he’d lost in the passion of it all.
Celebrity Claim: Hugh Dancy
Status: NOT TAKEN
[/font][/center]Name: Silver
Birth Name: Daxus Rose
Books: Mentioned in In the Forests of the Night, Demon in my View
Species: Vampire
Age: At least 5000 years old
Family: Anthony Rose (brother), Marianne Rose (mother), Marcus Daxus (illegidiment father)
Friends: none
Enemies: as many as he seeks to use
Home: A wanderer, moves too much to choose an actual “home”
Power Level: Extremely strong
\Race/
Egyptian, Roman
\Social Class/
born lower class, rises to become upper class
\Height/
6’2”
\Weight/
165lbs
\Hair/
fairly long curly, brown hair, often found covering his face though he parts it off to the sides to give him an air of dominance over his features
\Eyes/
Has darkened black eyes that express the coldness of him though he can display them however he likes when the need suites him best.
\Appearance/
Silver is a very stoic man, calm and controlling his body exemplifies that in as best can be imagined, his features are often rugged and handsome showing his vanity to power that associates with his personality.
His body is primarily toned from years of combat though never overly buff he has a mental side to him that evenly balances out his strength in comparison to his mind. Is known to be a man of grand strength and patience.
He could be associated with a well known actor or model if he were to step out onto the street today. His features however rugged they appear are often pale giving him a sort of lifeless features when poorly lit.
\Face claim/
Hugh Dancy
Strengths/
* Silver is very quick witted, words, strategies and other things jump into his head before and enemy is able to think to retaliate, is known for being able to predict moves far in advance of the foe and manipulate them.
*Manipulative- he can predict people’s movements and personalities using their own will against them in control outcomes to his advantage.
*Seperated- though some may view this as a flaw, Silver is separated from his own emotions allowing him to come up with decisions quickly without controversy an excellent dictator.
\Weaknesses/
*Cold-hearted- the man is empty and dark finds little fun in life other them his own conquest for power and becomes dull if not amused swiftly
*Vain- sees himself as the most intelligent and greatest being alive (well sorta) and can become overly conceited.
*cruel- doesn’t bother with mercy, wipes the enemy out completely, a reason he has so many foes.
\Best trait/
Lust for Power
\Worst trait/
Vanity
\Likes/
*power
*lust
*war
*fire
*control
*darkness
*winning
*speed
*patience
*cool nerves
\Dislikes/
*humanity
*weakness
*cowardice
*fear
*Chaos
*madness
*boredom
*weak minds
*Sporadic people
*instability
\Shadows/
* a loss of control
*Death
*someone overthrowing him
\Strive/
*Complete power
*to reign over an empire
\Secrets/
*Silver doesn’t and will never have any friends because friends are simply pawns for the greater game.
*Silver has murdered over twenty thousand people with his own hands.
\Personality/
Silver’s line is the ruling class of vampires. They take after him in cruelty and lust for power. He can be deceptively kind, but he is always looking for a way to grab power from those around him.
He is very possessive and power hungry shares the need to feel that everything is under his own control and needs to keep that feeling lest he goes chaotic on all of existence threatening their vey way.
He is very calm on the surface very personable friendly and cool, but beneath the surface he plots for your downfall and his ascension at all times all he wants is power to no specific end.
\Level of Schooling/
200 years of military training, 400 years Greek knowledge, 4000 years historical first hand experience
\Schooling Abilities/
has been through countless wars from the scourge of Babylon to WWII he fights an everlasting struggle to maintain shapness.
History:
Daxus Rose was born in the 30th century b.c. Just beyond Mesopotamia, Egypt was a flourishing nation at the time, labor was expanding and imperialism had come to be known. Daxus’ youth was squandered by an impudent father rushing him to accomplish great expansions, he wanted his son to rule over all, and he would whole-heartedly agree in spite of his father’s flimsy hand in things. Life was hard with a false father like such the man was reckless and a drunkard fool-heartedly gallivanting around causing untold chaos and mischief while Daxus worked and studied.
By the time Daxus had reached his sixteenth birthday the child had become a man, well respected throughout the land for harvesting the nations agriculture, praise and glory boosted his ego though he was never satisfied constantly longing for more. On he went boosting his power gaining untold knowledge from every source. He left home to explore the world. Years passed he was gone many years before returning home to a shackled home, his mother was brutally abused and his father still remained a drunkard but now weary with age he was weak and cowardly hiding behind old threats. He disgraced the family name throughout the whole of Egypt. With a fell swoop Daxus murdered his father.
Daxus decided it was time for a change, his family was disgraced and foolishly squandered they were of no more use to him, The man walked away leaving his shattered family to work the fields of Africa for as long as they were to live out their lives.
Daxus’ next journey was to make way to Rome, the centerfold of modern advances; he’d heard grand rumors of the place exciting things that thrilled the senses. Upon his arrival he made clear well of his intentions to begin a business out of war. The Romans where foolhardy men easily encouraged into warfare and bouts of blood that much he shared a common interest in Daxus was to become part of the Roman legion. Years past many countless years on the front of battle and Daxus had made a name for himself amongst the grand legion he’d become the strategist for the middle-eastern conflict.
Now he was about twenty years old, quite spectacular for the time, modern advances gave the person a lifespan of about forty years, he may have been going through a midlife crisis but pulled through with his will. Daxus abandoned the military one night to take an excursion on the city of Constantinople. The city was massive full of harlots, and tricksters it stimulated the heart and mind. He found himself wandering the empty streets one night; he remembers how odd it was that the night be so empty. A harlot of sorts pleaded at his whim, she was swift and her tongue got him with a fervor scent. He unsheathed her and found her to be magnificently stunning; he took it upon himself to have her for the night. Little did he know she had other plans for him. The whole mess was a trap and Daxus found himself to be in the folds of a nest of dark creatures of immense beauty most notably a master by the name of Siete who changed him to one of his own a fledgeling of sorts.
Daxus awoke with a mind of fire voices all around and an intense hunger for blood, he ravaged the outskirts of Istanbul for some time, killing cows, livestock, and humans. It wasn’t until much later he found use of his control. The man was despondent and found the need for vigorous training. He spent a near century lost in the woods harnessing his power.
Daxus found himself year’s later in Egypt once more, finding that his family line was nothing more than when he had left. Such foolish mortals they were, he was something greater far more powerful. In the span of ten years he formed a rag tag army of his own soldiers each a bred immortal troop. The nest spanned a good twenty vampires each strong enough to murder all the hold of Egypt.
“Murder all the first born!” Daxus commanded giving his will, the troops descended on the land slaughtering all of Eygpt’s children.
He was come to be known as the Angel of Death.
Treachery was boasted amongst the nest and later Daxus was force to murder the entire brood, by pinning one against the other. His superior mind gave him the advantage over all of them, he didn’t have to spill a drop of his own blood merely drain their own.
The Roman Empire had grown great by this time and Daxus longed for power in his many years the Vampire grew covetous fighting for the Roman phalanxes and grew in honor and in strength his name was chanted as though he were the god of war. Powerful and cunning. Many battles fought and many battles won in his name. But now it was time for him to die, to pass on his name as if it were a normal being. He left Rome and moved to England there he found those of his kind, through deceit and treachery he killed off his competition and in a sparse number of years his family name was known to be amongst Vampiric Royalty.
\Name/
Ryan
\Age/
18
\Gender/
Male
\Experience/
2
\Other characters/
nope
\Fanfiction Sample/
ex from Point Hope RP board, my original character Jaus Valentine
He had taken from her that inch of what he wanted however like anyone else there was that need for more, that passionate fury that stung in his head pleading to take more. This is where his will would make or break it for him. To be the one in control or under her boot, the road was evenly divided and yet they weren’t completely visible. Jaus had to decide and yet in this moment everything was clogging his thoughts, Reira’s hands tugging at him, her voice cooing him on urging for more, he couldn’t resist. It was painful.
“Well then, you better please me well if you want to stay in this position…because I’m a very demanding woman…”
her fingers played with his hair. Licking her lips once, she inched herself closer to him, pressing their bodies hard together. Jaus felt the need to collapse, his legs held strong though there was a certain unsteadiness to them. Her body fit perfectly into the curvature of his own, the fire was exhilarating. An irregular beat pounded within his chest yearning for it to last a bit longer.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jaus grinned faintly at the sheer enjoyment of it all; he didn’t want to give away any weakness any sign of her victory over his own body.
Her mouth pressed against his roughly, searching to part as their tongues grazed past their defensive lips. Such cunning lips each with their own ways of mending the truth, telling tales. Jaus returned her force with equal vigor yet the combination seemed to make the whole experience much more tender. With a grasp Jaus would lift Reira off the ground and adjust her legs around his waist pressing her up against the wall again this time with more force.
The onlookers were still in their own ditsy dreamland, though the sound seemed to have startled a few whom Jaus had a looser grip on. The music throbbed in the background keeping a very techno beat to the bar. The rhythm kept pace with his throbbing heart hammering intently till his increased savagely. Jaus hesitantly pulled away from the kiss and looked her in the eyes again.
“What is it that you want?” his breath caught in ragged breaths.
It was strange for him to ask her that but he needed to stop for a moment, collect himself and retain some control he’d lost in the passion of it all.
Celebrity Claim: Hugh Dancy
Status: NOT TAKEN
