Post by declan on Dec 9, 2010 4:07:39 GMT -5
§{the face behind the mask}§
Your Screenname: Declan
Your Nickname: NA
§{start with a clean slate}§
Character Name: Declan
Character Nickname: D
Species: Vampyr
Born On: November 30
Born In: 1201 AD
Living In: Drifter, tends to stick around Europe particularly the Baltic sea area
If Vampire/Werewolf, Date Turned: 1220 AD
§{not just a pretty face}§
Celebrity Play-by: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Height: 6’0
Weight: 180
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Body: pleasantly muscled
Style: old fashioned
Special Abilities/Characteristics/Other: He can animate objects such as swords, guns, toasters, playing cards, cars, and pretty much anything but as the ability can be incredibly irritating he rarely uses it and most don’t even know he has the ability. Animated objects become immortal in a sense they will never simply wear out and with proper care they can last forever but they also get a personality which tends to be a bit random but also can be fairly predictable from what the object is. They do not talk but they can move about and gesture with their knobs, coat sleeves, or whatever else they may have as part of their body, mechanism, chasse or whatever.
§{every story needs a script}§
My Father: Nolan Reilly
My Mother: Bree Reilly
My Siblings: NA
My Children: [All are adopted humans whom Declan refused to change and kept his secret well] Adam (deceased 1403 AD of natural causes), Elliot and Noel (brother and sister who died in 1532 in a fire set by Sabastian), Vanessa (deceased 1942 German bombing run), Mercy Rivers (Currently living in Scotland with her own family)
Important Friends: None that aren’t dead
My Love/Crushes/Relationships: None that aren’t dead
Mortal Enemy: Sabastian… more like rivals on the surface but Declan would do anything to kill him
Personal History: Declan was born in Ireland in 1201 AD. He led a fairly normal life as a farm boy until civil war broke out in 1217. Only sixteen at the time, he was sent to help man a war ship. It didn’t take Declan long to get his sea legs and before long his captain thought he had great potential if only he would follow the rules. Even so when France invaded England and the opposing forces united to repel the invasion Declan was there at the battle of Sandwich, but after the battle he was told to return home as his captain had been fatally wounded. Declan didn’t like this idea and had decided to find the nearest pirate ship to live as he pleased. He found one and in four short years he slowly made his way up its ranks learning to fight in all manners and nearly anything one could pick up seemed to come to him incredibly easily such as swords, violins, and even steering a ship. Between wine and women the young man was bound for trouble especially when he and his comrades had stalked the shores of Italy enjoying the spoil of one too many dark blue mast ships. There were rumors that those that interfered with dark blue masts disappeared but his group was both brave and a little stupid. On what started as a pirate attack all his ship mates were murdered and even after a little fancy climbing Declan too was caught by the strange cloaked wraths. For some reason though, perhaps after having consumed the whole crew, the wrath only bit him and drained him partially of his essence before throwing him over board. Declan thought he was going to die and the sudden pain in his neck had him wishing for it but as he drifted deeper underwater and the wrath’s ship departed a group of dolphins pulled him to safety. He didn’t know it at the time but he lay in acoma on the beaches of Sicily. When he woke it was of course day. Being overcome with his new senses and a profound need for something drove him to wander until he found a town. Still in complete ignorance of what he was or any rules his first run in with that town did not go very well. After nightfall and the destruction of the town he realized what he was. Killing the people did not hurt his conscious to much though he was not fond of the control his new thirst had over him as even on his worst days he never killed women or children but in his blood rage he had unfortunately. This event would inspire within him a need to control himself in everything he did and master his new body as he did his old so that such mistakes would not occur to him. He departed the next night being more cautious about the sunlight and people in general but no one came to the now ghost town. Being a pirate his new abilities did open up new opportunities as it did not take long for him to build up a crew with promises of power and endless loot. This crew sailed for nearly six years doing whatever they pleased and Declan even turned those who were closest to him, but as usual the dark blue mast ship showed up again. After a few minutes of valiant attempts his crew was once more utterly wiped out. Declan however learned something about himself when he was fleeing. Swords, utensils, even his own ship took on a life of its own when he desired assistance and through the wraths bewilderment he was able to escape. After the second time of running into these wraths he decided to travel around the world and eventually found another coven of vampires who informed him of the identity of his rivals. Once understanding he had been pissing off the oldest pirates in history he thought it wise to lay low for awhile. He concentrated on learning to use his ability throughout the generations but overtime he came to see it as merely troublesome and stopped for the most part. He spent the next 800 years simply going where the most interesting things were happening meddling in the affairs of Lords and Barons being chased out of his fair share of bed chambers by an irate king or two who would likely punish their wives thereafter. He would occasionally find a human child that managed to pull his heart strings and a strange paternal side of him revealed itself. He ran into the Sabastian eventually who was the leader of the blue mast ships. He informed him of his affiliations and how he was involved in most piracy and foreign trades and tried to convince Declan, a seasoned pirate and able fighter and leader, to join him but Declan preferred to do what he wanted when he wanted even carting his human “pets” as Sabastian called them, with him. Over the years he ran into Sabastian a few times and even got in trouble almost every time but also managed to escape but not without losing two of his adopted children which caused him to stop taking kids in for a few hundred years. Around 1823 he was caught but with flattery and a bit of cunning he was able to escape before getting killed by Sabastian’s crew which Declan was learning happened to be more of an international cartel by this time. After this close call and his loss of those dear to him Declan has been particularly wary of anyone wearing a certain companies logo and tends to be a bit more restrained. Declan has and probably always will break the rules to get ahead in life and has been known to live with rich women if only to live the high life for a few years before disappearing. Declan has gained much more experience over the years and has come to a finer appreciation for music and art which he handed down to those he adopted. Though in the last century his artistic ability had taken a back seat to anything that moves fast but when he is in a pinch and really wants something without stealing it he simply picks up a random instrument and finds a tavern of some sort for a few nights. He enjoys using technology and absolutely loves motorcycles, particularly crotch rockets, and flying. His acceptance of the world changing does seem to clash with his preference with older styled clothing. The years have changed him and though he may have a reckless air his confidence is founded in experience. Truly over the years he has become a master of choosing his battles and letting the wind carry him where ever he goes. Recently he handed his daughter Mercy Rivers off to a man she loved and married before finding a distraction in organized crime which has once more gotten his interest though only because as usual he finds it amusing, but sinking a freighter full of precious contraband currently has him on the run, yes from humans because that’s the kind of vampire he is, cutting his mob experience mirthfully short.
§{i’ll keep you my dirty little secret}§
Likes: Music, motor cycles, piloting, speed, heights, cake, pie, frosting, sugar, old clothing, fencing, martial arts, war games, politics, manipulating people, pranks, testing people, sleeping, Family, and animating silver ware.
Dislikes: Serious people, music where you can’t understand the lyrics, alcohol, killing women and children or innocents, winter, gossip, and liars.
Fears: circles, fruit loops, rings, long spiral stair cases, race car tracks, anything that involves going around in circles either 2D or 3D.
Habits: Honesty to a blunt level, occasionally twists his words to avoid truths that could get him in trouble
Weaknesses: Claustrophobia
Goals: Avoid death and find the next good time
Secret: Has loved a human woman but Sabastian killed her over 600 years ago, has adopted many children raising them as a flighty but kind father figure teaching them music and the necessities of life. He has never turned either the woman he loved or his adopted children because he is uncertain where his salvation lies because of his current situation and does not want to jeopardize their souls. His mother taught him to be a good Christian boy and though he has never come to terms with stealing seeing it all as borrowing he does have a strong set of moral values he keeps well hidden. Having memorized the bible keeps his deity particularly easy to hide as it isn’t exactly normal for vampires and he openly admits he can be slightly hypocritical at times.
Personality: Care free, over confidant, and seemingly shallow, but secretly wise and experienced and VERY reliable in a pinch. Does not approve of killing or violence towards women or children. Despite his odd personality he has raised almost six orphans throughout his life but only after becoming attached to them and as they died, most from natural causes, sometimes he dislikes attachment.
Your Screenname: Declan
Your Nickname: NA
§{start with a clean slate}§
Character Name: Declan
Character Nickname: D
Species: Vampyr
Born On: November 30
Born In: 1201 AD
Living In: Drifter, tends to stick around Europe particularly the Baltic sea area
If Vampire/Werewolf, Date Turned: 1220 AD
§{not just a pretty face}§
Celebrity Play-by: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Height: 6’0
Weight: 180
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Body: pleasantly muscled
Style: old fashioned
Special Abilities/Characteristics/Other: He can animate objects such as swords, guns, toasters, playing cards, cars, and pretty much anything but as the ability can be incredibly irritating he rarely uses it and most don’t even know he has the ability. Animated objects become immortal in a sense they will never simply wear out and with proper care they can last forever but they also get a personality which tends to be a bit random but also can be fairly predictable from what the object is. They do not talk but they can move about and gesture with their knobs, coat sleeves, or whatever else they may have as part of their body, mechanism, chasse or whatever.
§{every story needs a script}§
My Father: Nolan Reilly
My Mother: Bree Reilly
My Siblings: NA
My Children: [All are adopted humans whom Declan refused to change and kept his secret well] Adam (deceased 1403 AD of natural causes), Elliot and Noel (brother and sister who died in 1532 in a fire set by Sabastian), Vanessa (deceased 1942 German bombing run), Mercy Rivers (Currently living in Scotland with her own family)
Important Friends: None that aren’t dead
My Love/Crushes/Relationships: None that aren’t dead
Mortal Enemy: Sabastian… more like rivals on the surface but Declan would do anything to kill him
Personal History: Declan was born in Ireland in 1201 AD. He led a fairly normal life as a farm boy until civil war broke out in 1217. Only sixteen at the time, he was sent to help man a war ship. It didn’t take Declan long to get his sea legs and before long his captain thought he had great potential if only he would follow the rules. Even so when France invaded England and the opposing forces united to repel the invasion Declan was there at the battle of Sandwich, but after the battle he was told to return home as his captain had been fatally wounded. Declan didn’t like this idea and had decided to find the nearest pirate ship to live as he pleased. He found one and in four short years he slowly made his way up its ranks learning to fight in all manners and nearly anything one could pick up seemed to come to him incredibly easily such as swords, violins, and even steering a ship. Between wine and women the young man was bound for trouble especially when he and his comrades had stalked the shores of Italy enjoying the spoil of one too many dark blue mast ships. There were rumors that those that interfered with dark blue masts disappeared but his group was both brave and a little stupid. On what started as a pirate attack all his ship mates were murdered and even after a little fancy climbing Declan too was caught by the strange cloaked wraths. For some reason though, perhaps after having consumed the whole crew, the wrath only bit him and drained him partially of his essence before throwing him over board. Declan thought he was going to die and the sudden pain in his neck had him wishing for it but as he drifted deeper underwater and the wrath’s ship departed a group of dolphins pulled him to safety. He didn’t know it at the time but he lay in acoma on the beaches of Sicily. When he woke it was of course day. Being overcome with his new senses and a profound need for something drove him to wander until he found a town. Still in complete ignorance of what he was or any rules his first run in with that town did not go very well. After nightfall and the destruction of the town he realized what he was. Killing the people did not hurt his conscious to much though he was not fond of the control his new thirst had over him as even on his worst days he never killed women or children but in his blood rage he had unfortunately. This event would inspire within him a need to control himself in everything he did and master his new body as he did his old so that such mistakes would not occur to him. He departed the next night being more cautious about the sunlight and people in general but no one came to the now ghost town. Being a pirate his new abilities did open up new opportunities as it did not take long for him to build up a crew with promises of power and endless loot. This crew sailed for nearly six years doing whatever they pleased and Declan even turned those who were closest to him, but as usual the dark blue mast ship showed up again. After a few minutes of valiant attempts his crew was once more utterly wiped out. Declan however learned something about himself when he was fleeing. Swords, utensils, even his own ship took on a life of its own when he desired assistance and through the wraths bewilderment he was able to escape. After the second time of running into these wraths he decided to travel around the world and eventually found another coven of vampires who informed him of the identity of his rivals. Once understanding he had been pissing off the oldest pirates in history he thought it wise to lay low for awhile. He concentrated on learning to use his ability throughout the generations but overtime he came to see it as merely troublesome and stopped for the most part. He spent the next 800 years simply going where the most interesting things were happening meddling in the affairs of Lords and Barons being chased out of his fair share of bed chambers by an irate king or two who would likely punish their wives thereafter. He would occasionally find a human child that managed to pull his heart strings and a strange paternal side of him revealed itself. He ran into the Sabastian eventually who was the leader of the blue mast ships. He informed him of his affiliations and how he was involved in most piracy and foreign trades and tried to convince Declan, a seasoned pirate and able fighter and leader, to join him but Declan preferred to do what he wanted when he wanted even carting his human “pets” as Sabastian called them, with him. Over the years he ran into Sabastian a few times and even got in trouble almost every time but also managed to escape but not without losing two of his adopted children which caused him to stop taking kids in for a few hundred years. Around 1823 he was caught but with flattery and a bit of cunning he was able to escape before getting killed by Sabastian’s crew which Declan was learning happened to be more of an international cartel by this time. After this close call and his loss of those dear to him Declan has been particularly wary of anyone wearing a certain companies logo and tends to be a bit more restrained. Declan has and probably always will break the rules to get ahead in life and has been known to live with rich women if only to live the high life for a few years before disappearing. Declan has gained much more experience over the years and has come to a finer appreciation for music and art which he handed down to those he adopted. Though in the last century his artistic ability had taken a back seat to anything that moves fast but when he is in a pinch and really wants something without stealing it he simply picks up a random instrument and finds a tavern of some sort for a few nights. He enjoys using technology and absolutely loves motorcycles, particularly crotch rockets, and flying. His acceptance of the world changing does seem to clash with his preference with older styled clothing. The years have changed him and though he may have a reckless air his confidence is founded in experience. Truly over the years he has become a master of choosing his battles and letting the wind carry him where ever he goes. Recently he handed his daughter Mercy Rivers off to a man she loved and married before finding a distraction in organized crime which has once more gotten his interest though only because as usual he finds it amusing, but sinking a freighter full of precious contraband currently has him on the run, yes from humans because that’s the kind of vampire he is, cutting his mob experience mirthfully short.
§{i’ll keep you my dirty little secret}§
Likes: Music, motor cycles, piloting, speed, heights, cake, pie, frosting, sugar, old clothing, fencing, martial arts, war games, politics, manipulating people, pranks, testing people, sleeping, Family, and animating silver ware.
Dislikes: Serious people, music where you can’t understand the lyrics, alcohol, killing women and children or innocents, winter, gossip, and liars.
Fears: circles, fruit loops, rings, long spiral stair cases, race car tracks, anything that involves going around in circles either 2D or 3D.
Habits: Honesty to a blunt level, occasionally twists his words to avoid truths that could get him in trouble
Weaknesses: Claustrophobia
Goals: Avoid death and find the next good time
Secret
Personality: Care free, over confidant, and seemingly shallow, but secretly wise and experienced and VERY reliable in a pinch. Does not approve of killing or violence towards women or children. Despite his odd personality he has raised almost six orphans throughout his life but only after becoming attached to them and as they died, most from natural causes, sometimes he dislikes attachment.