Post by Dacian on Oct 29, 2008 2:49:29 GMT 1
Introducing...
Name:
Dacian
Age:
636, Late January 1389 (exact date unknown); Appears to be around mid to late twenties. He was 26 at the time of his mortal death.
Gender:
Male
Birthplace:
The Shire of York, England
Ethnicity:
Caucasian, strong Roman bloodline
Blood:
N/AYes please. Dacian is a vampire, a different race to witches and wizards.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Dark brown, bordering on black. His hair is shoulder-length, usually tied back or if loose, it falls in front of his face and he looks rather sinister peering out between the ever-so-slightly curled locks. Yes, sinister hair.
Eye Colour:
Dark brown, though you’d think they were black without a light to pick out the suggestion of brown.
Build:
Tall, broad-shouldered and mildly toned without being imposing. He looks like someone who uses his muscles for hard labour, rather than for show.
Skin Tone:
Pale, with a hint of pale.
Height:
5’11”
Dress Style:
Generally dressed in black, Dacian's attire usually consists of some form of jeans, dark dress-shirt (top few buttons undone for sex appeal) and a long duster, usually leather. When out and about, he wears a wide-brimmed hat; A creature-of-the-night version of a cowboy's Stetson. He usually has on a pair of high boots, loose around the leg for concealing weapons.
Specifics:
Dacian is one of those broody-dark-and handsome men, with pale skin and dark hair. His face is somewhat gaunt, with high cheekbones and a wide-set jaw. Dacian is good at not being noticed when he doesn’t want to be, so generally people are surprised when they first see him.
He rarely shows aggression, but the stoic peace about him is enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck pay attention. Most people will recognise him for what he is, without coming to the conclusion of anything so obvious. That is to say, that instinct recognises a predator when it sees one, when the human brain just sees a calm, harmless and average-looking man, albeit slightly pale. Being anaemic isn’t too scary, right?
For those that are (un)lucky enough to get close, they'll notice the fangs. The elongated canines while not long enough to cause a lisp or threaten to look snake-like they are long enough to do some serious damage should he get the bite on you.
While confident in his sexuality, you will rarely see him in any state of undress. If you do, you'll he the amount of scars one man can amass in six centuries. And those are just the ones caused by holy weapons. If every mundane weapon left a scar, he wouldn't look quite so intact.
The most distinguishable scar is incredibly dark, almost black on his pale skin. Situated just below his heart, under the pectoral muscle, is the shape of a crucifix, about four centimetres from top to bottom and two centimetres in width branded onto his ribcage. He'd been young (relatively) when he got that one, and he learnt his lesson: never attack a catholic woman from the front.
The other, less artistic, scar you are likely to notice on general inspection is an odd burn that covers most of his left shoulder. As if inflicted by corrosive acid splashed at him, the skin is slick and pitted with lines that dribble away from the main impact where the liquid rolled down his back. If it had been acid, he would have been able to heal it, but the burn was in fact inflicted by holy water. Luckily he had seen the glass container missile before it struck and was already running when it hit, making it a glancing blow on his shoulder.
Other scars include a collection of mostly-healed small round indented puncture wounds across his abdomen and a couple in his thigh (ranged blessed crossbow bolts). You'll find a few thin slashes that are only distinguishable up close. The one across his stomach looks like it might have been quite deep, but the one cutting across his right shoulder blade was shallow and glancing (scimitars dipped in holy water). If you're feeling really daring, you might get so close you can see (or feel) some old scars on his neck near his collar. There are a fair few of them and they vary in age, some of them centuries apart. If you had the knowledge, you'd recognise the faint scars as a multitude of vampire bites and if you were really meticulous, you'd discover it was the same vampire.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Very Heterosexual, bring on the ladies.
Self Image:
Dacian has had a lot of time to ponder the meaning of life and everything. He’s also a predator through and through. Dacian dallies little on the way he presents himself to others, consentrating most on the most dangerous game. He has developed his strategy over the centuries, usually luring victims with a smile and a promise, then when he’s got them somewhere quiet, it’s a quick bite to the neck and depending on his mood, he leaves them disorientated confused and missing a pint of blood or dead in a dumpster. There is no deluding himself. He is a hunter and killer, with the animal’s precise instinct and the human’s macabre need for joy in the chase.
To the Outward Eye:
Unless on the hunt, Dacian appears mostly benign. The only suspicious thing about him would be the fact he’s wondering around alone, in the dark, when everyone else is tucked up in their homes and asleep. He presents himself as a gentlemanly, chivalrous man with an edge of faux danger that so many women seem to like. Few people know Dacian well, and those that do know of his tendancy to keep himself to himself and share nothing.
Social Status:
Among his own kind, Dacian is one of the mid-field players. Neither top-dog nor an underling, Dacian has his own agendas and gets in trouble for that more often than not. Most vampires ally themselves to a Master, but Dacian has abandoned that for the time being. At a basic level, Dacian is what you’d call an “outcast” though there are many complicated and convoluted vampire politics surrounding that.
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Skills:
Think you’re pretty sharp with ten years of practise? Try six centuries. Most of Dacians skills are on the theme of stalking, kidnapping and clean killing. Of the more precise skills, Dacian carries with him an arcenal of weapons that come in useful when someone with a grudge comes looking for you. He has one arming sword held at his side by a black leather combined hip and diagonal belt. His boots usually hold two throwing daggers, and if he's feeling particularly defensive, he carries a dagger on his belt. All of which he is excellent at using. Additionally he's a good horse-man, and is quite a dab-hand at archery if needs be. Dacian can speak a little French, though most of it is centuries out of date. The same goes for German, Spanish and Italian. He's not fluent in either, but he knows enough to get around. He can also read and speak Latin fluently which comes in particularly handy when anticipating a wizard.
Likes:
Dislikes:
World Passing By
History:
Dacian was born of noble blood in January of the year 1389 in the North of Britain. At the age of 15, he started training to become a knight. In 1415, he attended the battle of Agincourt in France. As a dismounted men-at-arms, Dacian was a formidable opponent but what he did not count on was a fleeing Frenchman's horse tripping and crushing its face. The horse fell and Dacian could not escape and he was crushed under it. The horse suffocated in the mud and Dacian's legs were broken under the weight. Left for dead after the battle, for some reason he was overlooked by the English medics and was trapped under the dead horse until nightfall.
That night, he was saved by a vampire who took pity on him. It was she who turned him into a vampire, and inevitably the two became a couple. This caused some trouble in the coven they currently resided in, and to cut a long story short, Dacian’s savoir was killed and Dacian had to flee.
Dacian lived in France for many years, but returned to Britain after his family had passed away. Stalking the streets of London for a few centuries, Dacian decided it was time for a change of scenery. He’s travelled Europe, North America and parts of Africa. But he’s always had an affinity with the homeland, and always returns to England after a touring stint.
Over the centuries, Dacian has been in many a pickle, and after a run-in with an old enemy, Dacian has gone into hiding, making a tactical retreat while things cool down. Dacian had now taken up residence in the Forbidden Forest, or when he feels to dignified to rough it in his new cave, he spends a few days in the cellars of the Shrieking Shack. There’s plenty to be eating in the forest, though Dacian is looking forward to getting out of this place and back to a human city, Magical folk are all kinds of trouble.
Sample Post:
The distant sound of cracking wood was clear to Dacian's ears, but he dismissed it as the protests of the old pier. He stalked Allison as she searched for the abandoned cat. Dacian had never really liked cats, they tended to respond in kind. Dogs he liked, though the modern fascination with 'toy' breeds confounded him. Dogs were for working, what could a chihuahua do?
He dragged out the game, flitting between shadows when her back was turned. She was having difficulty spotting the infant feline, but Dacian was paying attention to only one thing: the smell of fear. It was growing as she shuffled around in the dark alley, and it would make her blood all the more delicious.
When she started for the other end of the alley, Dacian made his move. Darting to the nearest shadow, he lunged and caught her jaw with his hand and pressed her back against the alley wall. "Apologies, my dear. Keep quiet, please, or this could get complicated." Wasting no time with the heady scent of Allison and her fear invading his mind, Dacian bit into her neck.
And God, was she delicious. The vampire moaned, pressing closer and drawing more blood into his mouth. The taste of her was one to savour: it was a pity he rushed the chase, but the reward was just.
Out of Character
Name:
Reg/Tiggs
Name of Playby:
Shane Brolly
Other Characters:
Jubal and Daria
How you found Hex:
I blame the creators.
Name:
Dacian
Age:
636, Late January 1389 (exact date unknown); Appears to be around mid to late twenties. He was 26 at the time of his mortal death.
Gender:
Male
Birthplace:
The Shire of York, England
Ethnicity:
Caucasian, strong Roman bloodline
Blood:
N/AYes please. Dacian is a vampire, a different race to witches and wizards.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Dark brown, bordering on black. His hair is shoulder-length, usually tied back or if loose, it falls in front of his face and he looks rather sinister peering out between the ever-so-slightly curled locks. Yes, sinister hair.
Eye Colour:
Dark brown, though you’d think they were black without a light to pick out the suggestion of brown.
Build:
Tall, broad-shouldered and mildly toned without being imposing. He looks like someone who uses his muscles for hard labour, rather than for show.
Skin Tone:
Pale, with a hint of pale.
Height:
5’11”
Dress Style:
Generally dressed in black, Dacian's attire usually consists of some form of jeans, dark dress-shirt (top few buttons undone for sex appeal) and a long duster, usually leather. When out and about, he wears a wide-brimmed hat; A creature-of-the-night version of a cowboy's Stetson. He usually has on a pair of high boots, loose around the leg for concealing weapons.
Specifics:
Dacian is one of those broody-dark-and handsome men, with pale skin and dark hair. His face is somewhat gaunt, with high cheekbones and a wide-set jaw. Dacian is good at not being noticed when he doesn’t want to be, so generally people are surprised when they first see him.
He rarely shows aggression, but the stoic peace about him is enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck pay attention. Most people will recognise him for what he is, without coming to the conclusion of anything so obvious. That is to say, that instinct recognises a predator when it sees one, when the human brain just sees a calm, harmless and average-looking man, albeit slightly pale. Being anaemic isn’t too scary, right?
For those that are (un)lucky enough to get close, they'll notice the fangs. The elongated canines while not long enough to cause a lisp or threaten to look snake-like they are long enough to do some serious damage should he get the bite on you.
While confident in his sexuality, you will rarely see him in any state of undress. If you do, you'll he the amount of scars one man can amass in six centuries. And those are just the ones caused by holy weapons. If every mundane weapon left a scar, he wouldn't look quite so intact.
The most distinguishable scar is incredibly dark, almost black on his pale skin. Situated just below his heart, under the pectoral muscle, is the shape of a crucifix, about four centimetres from top to bottom and two centimetres in width branded onto his ribcage. He'd been young (relatively) when he got that one, and he learnt his lesson: never attack a catholic woman from the front.
The other, less artistic, scar you are likely to notice on general inspection is an odd burn that covers most of his left shoulder. As if inflicted by corrosive acid splashed at him, the skin is slick and pitted with lines that dribble away from the main impact where the liquid rolled down his back. If it had been acid, he would have been able to heal it, but the burn was in fact inflicted by holy water. Luckily he had seen the glass container missile before it struck and was already running when it hit, making it a glancing blow on his shoulder.
Other scars include a collection of mostly-healed small round indented puncture wounds across his abdomen and a couple in his thigh (ranged blessed crossbow bolts). You'll find a few thin slashes that are only distinguishable up close. The one across his stomach looks like it might have been quite deep, but the one cutting across his right shoulder blade was shallow and glancing (scimitars dipped in holy water). If you're feeling really daring, you might get so close you can see (or feel) some old scars on his neck near his collar. There are a fair few of them and they vary in age, some of them centuries apart. If you had the knowledge, you'd recognise the faint scars as a multitude of vampire bites and if you were really meticulous, you'd discover it was the same vampire.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Very Heterosexual, bring on the ladies.
Self Image:
Dacian has had a lot of time to ponder the meaning of life and everything. He’s also a predator through and through. Dacian dallies little on the way he presents himself to others, consentrating most on the most dangerous game. He has developed his strategy over the centuries, usually luring victims with a smile and a promise, then when he’s got them somewhere quiet, it’s a quick bite to the neck and depending on his mood, he leaves them disorientated confused and missing a pint of blood or dead in a dumpster. There is no deluding himself. He is a hunter and killer, with the animal’s precise instinct and the human’s macabre need for joy in the chase.
To the Outward Eye:
Unless on the hunt, Dacian appears mostly benign. The only suspicious thing about him would be the fact he’s wondering around alone, in the dark, when everyone else is tucked up in their homes and asleep. He presents himself as a gentlemanly, chivalrous man with an edge of faux danger that so many women seem to like. Few people know Dacian well, and those that do know of his tendancy to keep himself to himself and share nothing.
Social Status:
Among his own kind, Dacian is one of the mid-field players. Neither top-dog nor an underling, Dacian has his own agendas and gets in trouble for that more often than not. Most vampires ally themselves to a Master, but Dacian has abandoned that for the time being. At a basic level, Dacian is what you’d call an “outcast” though there are many complicated and convoluted vampire politics surrounding that.
Positive Traits:
- Pysically – Dacian has superior physical strength, speed and stamina, along with heightened sight, hearing and olfactory senses. Not to mention to lightening-fast reactions and fangs.
- Careful – You don’t live for over six centuries by being reckless. Anything Dacian does is premeditated and carefully planned. He never makes a rash decision, and each plan is always executed with precision (and style). He knows his limits, and if the going looks tough, he's not beyond a graceful retreat.
- Strong – Dacian has endured a lot, and even before he died he had developed a hard emotional shell. Nothing phases him, he’s seen it all before and gotten bored of it. Been there, seen it, done it, gotten all the t-shirts.
- Wise – Dacian knows all the tricks in the book, hell, he probably wrote a few. When he has you in his sights, you’re not getting away.
- Unwavering – Morals get in the way after a while, and so the few Dacian still possesses are hard set in his ways. Killing a child or a woman without just cause is against one of them, as is leaving a man behind. On the odd occasion that Dacian has a partner in crime, he is loyal to the point that he will take unjust risks to ensure their safety.
- Reserved – Keeping to himself is one of his many survival strategies that prevents the distribution of responsibility. With nobody else to worry about, Dacian functions best alone.
Negative Traits:
- Pysically – Weaknesses include sunlight, decapitation, stake (or removal/irreprebal damage) to the heart, holy relics (or anything that signifies faith – does the same trick) and thresholds (not including public buildings or invitations). Garlic isn’t exactly debilitating, but it sure gives him a headache.
- Deadly – Not exactly a problem for Dacian, though to anybody else, its certainly a habit you’d rather he’d shake. But that’s not going to happen. When threatened, its kill first, ask questions later.
- Jealous – On the infinitely rare occasion that Dacian forms an attachment to a woman, he can become wild with jealousy at the slightest hint (or imagined hint) of interest toward her from another man.
- Possessive – Similarly, Dacian is very possessive of those things or people he perceives to be his.
- Unwavering – Dacian cannot change. While it’s noble that he maintains some morals (more than most vampires), six-hundred-year-old ideals are not always appropriate for life in this age. Nothing can change Dacian’s mind on anything, and his stubbornness can be his downfall.
- Cold – Physically and mentally. Showing no affection can leave one with a sense of unfulfilment. Occasionally Dacian needs the reassurance of a warm body and if the opportunity arises, a warm heart. Dacian is not beyond the capabilities of love, but it’s difficult to maintain anything more than a casual fling when technically you don’t have a soul.
Skills:
Think you’re pretty sharp with ten years of practise? Try six centuries. Most of Dacians skills are on the theme of stalking, kidnapping and clean killing. Of the more precise skills, Dacian carries with him an arcenal of weapons that come in useful when someone with a grudge comes looking for you. He has one arming sword held at his side by a black leather combined hip and diagonal belt. His boots usually hold two throwing daggers, and if he's feeling particularly defensive, he carries a dagger on his belt. All of which he is excellent at using. Additionally he's a good horse-man, and is quite a dab-hand at archery if needs be. Dacian can speak a little French, though most of it is centuries out of date. The same goes for German, Spanish and Italian. He's not fluent in either, but he knows enough to get around. He can also read and speak Latin fluently which comes in particularly handy when anticipating a wizard.
Likes:
- A+ – Yummy.
- Werewolf – That stuff is like Red Bull to a vampire.
- Blades – Because he’s darned good with them.
- His hat – Who doesn’t love their hat?
- Hel – Yes, one L. Long story.
Dislikes:
- Screamers – Shutting them up can be a pain in the neck.
- Magical Folk – More difficult to eat than your average human with all that witchcraft. Woebegone are the days of heritic burning. Bring back the stakes and the lit pyres.
- Mobs – At least there’s something to be said about the lack of stakes and pyres.
- The sun – Dacian doesn’t tan well.
- Holy Relics – Singed flesh takes a few long weeks of good eating to heal, not to mention burns like the fires of hell.
World Passing By
History:
Dacian was born of noble blood in January of the year 1389 in the North of Britain. At the age of 15, he started training to become a knight. In 1415, he attended the battle of Agincourt in France. As a dismounted men-at-arms, Dacian was a formidable opponent but what he did not count on was a fleeing Frenchman's horse tripping and crushing its face. The horse fell and Dacian could not escape and he was crushed under it. The horse suffocated in the mud and Dacian's legs were broken under the weight. Left for dead after the battle, for some reason he was overlooked by the English medics and was trapped under the dead horse until nightfall.
That night, he was saved by a vampire who took pity on him. It was she who turned him into a vampire, and inevitably the two became a couple. This caused some trouble in the coven they currently resided in, and to cut a long story short, Dacian’s savoir was killed and Dacian had to flee.
Dacian lived in France for many years, but returned to Britain after his family had passed away. Stalking the streets of London for a few centuries, Dacian decided it was time for a change of scenery. He’s travelled Europe, North America and parts of Africa. But he’s always had an affinity with the homeland, and always returns to England after a touring stint.
Over the centuries, Dacian has been in many a pickle, and after a run-in with an old enemy, Dacian has gone into hiding, making a tactical retreat while things cool down. Dacian had now taken up residence in the Forbidden Forest, or when he feels to dignified to rough it in his new cave, he spends a few days in the cellars of the Shrieking Shack. There’s plenty to be eating in the forest, though Dacian is looking forward to getting out of this place and back to a human city, Magical folk are all kinds of trouble.
Sample Post:
The distant sound of cracking wood was clear to Dacian's ears, but he dismissed it as the protests of the old pier. He stalked Allison as she searched for the abandoned cat. Dacian had never really liked cats, they tended to respond in kind. Dogs he liked, though the modern fascination with 'toy' breeds confounded him. Dogs were for working, what could a chihuahua do?
He dragged out the game, flitting between shadows when her back was turned. She was having difficulty spotting the infant feline, but Dacian was paying attention to only one thing: the smell of fear. It was growing as she shuffled around in the dark alley, and it would make her blood all the more delicious.
When she started for the other end of the alley, Dacian made his move. Darting to the nearest shadow, he lunged and caught her jaw with his hand and pressed her back against the alley wall. "Apologies, my dear. Keep quiet, please, or this could get complicated." Wasting no time with the heady scent of Allison and her fear invading his mind, Dacian bit into her neck.
And God, was she delicious. The vampire moaned, pressing closer and drawing more blood into his mouth. The taste of her was one to savour: it was a pity he rushed the chase, but the reward was just.
Out of Character
Name:
Reg/Tiggs
Name of Playby:
Shane Brolly
Other Characters:
Jubal and Daria
How you found Hex:
I blame the creators.
