Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Oct 25, 2010 21:59:12 GMT -6
Player’s Name: Sarah
Display Name: olea
Player's Gender: Lady
Roleplay Experience: Uhh...Seven years is it?
Name: Draconius Marius
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Dracon is a lean, attractive male with flawless, pale skin and perfect teeth. He is rather tall, and he carries himself well. He has a broad chest and shoulders, tapering down to narrow hips and powerful, well-muscled legs. His arms are much like his legs in their power, and both lead to long, slender appendages. He has soft brown eyes and hair the color of dark honey. His nose is long and well-shaped, leading down to perfect, pouting lips. His features are almost feminine, and he has recently been described as pretty, which bothers him quite a lot.
He has a firm, well-formed jaw, a long neck, and a graceful collarbone. His chest is sculpted, though not overly so, his navel like a smooth shell. Despite the cliche, it could be said that he has the body of a god, making him very desirable. His eyes seem slightly sunken, and it is rare for smiles to grace his features. Above his lips is a divot that seems to center his features.
His legs lead up to a rounded, firm rear, which immediately attracts attention. He is, for all intents and purposes, a pretty boy. When he was in school, he was referred to snidely as Adonis by his more-educated fellow students, though he was, of course, completely oblivious.
He has a large forehead, with regal brows, and somewhat deep eyes. His cheeks are a bit sunken, and are the same, ivory hue as the rest of his being.
Personality: Draconius, or Dracon, as he prefers to be called, is a quiet young man with a timid nature. He is generally very submissive and is loyal beyond reason. But he has a stubborn streak that is only exposed when he is threatened or afraid. He is surprisingly innocent, knowing little but a life of simplicity. He is, most importantly, painfully shy. He does not like to be displayed or spoken of, but has a deep desire to please others, often forgetting himself in the process.
He is generally shy among men, having been raised by women. He doesn't trust many people in general, and has a certain amount of distrust for himself. His faith in living things doesn't seem to be very high.
He has a deep love of reading and learning and will do many things in his quest for knowledge. His thirst, it has been said, is insatiable, and he occasionally writes down his own works, though he is loathe to share them with anyone and is very embarrassed by his pathetic attempts at writing.
He is, at the moment, incredibly innocent. He never learned much about anything of a worldy nature, and is very timid about such things. He blushes easily when such things are discussed and would never dream of bringing up such a subject.
Dracon is a talented writer, though he was never allowed to write much more than religious works, something he never really saw fit to change.
Biography: Born to a quiet, merchant family, Draconius was the second child and second son. He had no hopes of gaining notoriety as an heir, as his elder brother, Markus, seemed more than fit to carry out the role. From his childhood, Dracon showed no interest in money, athletics, or politics. He spent his time reading and writing, much to the ire of his father. His father did everything in his power to dissuade his second son, but failed at every attempt.
When Draconius was thirteen, he was sent away to be schooled. He kept mostly to himself, and proved an eager and ready mind. He kept out of the way and out of trouble, which proved a blessing for most of his life. After completing his schooling, he gained a position as a tutor for a nobleman's daughter. However, one night, while he was making his way back to his tiny, rather dejected little house, he was stopped by a tall, pale stranger in rags. The man attacked him, beat him, stole his clothes, and suddenly bit down on his jugular. He proceeded to drain Draconius of his blood, and then forced the youth to drink his in return. It was there, naked, and in an alley, that Draconius Marius died, and was born into immortality.
Sample:
Akakios simply stared at his feet as Silus read the letter. He shook so forcefully that even his curls trembled. He drew his lips into a tight line against the surge of emotions rushing through him. His shoulders jerked and a short, huffing breath left him, a remnant of a sob that had not been successfully stifled. He brought up a hand to press to his mouth, hoping to mute any other sounds from leaving it. The other hand soon joined it, so that they both covered his face.
He fought back the tears that were seeking to blind him. It couldn't be true. Surely there was a mistake! This couldn't be true! He was supposed to be going home! He was supposed to be freed with this news, returned to his parents and his happy life, but it could never be so. His father was dead by his own hand, and two of his sisters were gone as well. What was more, he hadn't been kidnapped at all. He had been sold by his own father to pay a debt he hadn't even known existed.
He remained thus, on the precipice of crumbling, until he felt Silus' arms around him and turned his gray eyes up. "S-Silus," he whimpered, and buried his face in the other's chest. His arms wound about the other, gripping the fabric at his back, and the wall deteriorated instantaneously.
"He's d-dead! Oh...Oh, gods, Silus! I thought...I..." But his words failed him, and he melted against the praetor. His face pressed into Silus' shoulder, and the boy wept. How could this have happened? His father had loved him, hadn't he?
Silus' promise echoed in his ears. How could things be all right after this? He had spent two years hoping to return to something that didn't even exist any more. He forced himself to look up, eyes bright from the tears that now stained his cheeks. This was why the gods had sent Silus. Akakios had to know the truth, and he had to be safe when he did. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to wipe away the tears that brightened his eyes and stained his cheeks. "H-How do you know?" He asked, hiccuping from the force of his sobs. "M-My b-babbás..." He shook his head, clamping his lips shut, unable to continue.
Display Name: olea
Player's Gender: Lady
Roleplay Experience: Uhh...Seven years is it?
Name: Draconius Marius
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Dracon is a lean, attractive male with flawless, pale skin and perfect teeth. He is rather tall, and he carries himself well. He has a broad chest and shoulders, tapering down to narrow hips and powerful, well-muscled legs. His arms are much like his legs in their power, and both lead to long, slender appendages. He has soft brown eyes and hair the color of dark honey. His nose is long and well-shaped, leading down to perfect, pouting lips. His features are almost feminine, and he has recently been described as pretty, which bothers him quite a lot.
He has a firm, well-formed jaw, a long neck, and a graceful collarbone. His chest is sculpted, though not overly so, his navel like a smooth shell. Despite the cliche, it could be said that he has the body of a god, making him very desirable. His eyes seem slightly sunken, and it is rare for smiles to grace his features. Above his lips is a divot that seems to center his features.
His legs lead up to a rounded, firm rear, which immediately attracts attention. He is, for all intents and purposes, a pretty boy. When he was in school, he was referred to snidely as Adonis by his more-educated fellow students, though he was, of course, completely oblivious.
He has a large forehead, with regal brows, and somewhat deep eyes. His cheeks are a bit sunken, and are the same, ivory hue as the rest of his being.
Personality: Draconius, or Dracon, as he prefers to be called, is a quiet young man with a timid nature. He is generally very submissive and is loyal beyond reason. But he has a stubborn streak that is only exposed when he is threatened or afraid. He is surprisingly innocent, knowing little but a life of simplicity. He is, most importantly, painfully shy. He does not like to be displayed or spoken of, but has a deep desire to please others, often forgetting himself in the process.
He is generally shy among men, having been raised by women. He doesn't trust many people in general, and has a certain amount of distrust for himself. His faith in living things doesn't seem to be very high.
He has a deep love of reading and learning and will do many things in his quest for knowledge. His thirst, it has been said, is insatiable, and he occasionally writes down his own works, though he is loathe to share them with anyone and is very embarrassed by his pathetic attempts at writing.
He is, at the moment, incredibly innocent. He never learned much about anything of a worldy nature, and is very timid about such things. He blushes easily when such things are discussed and would never dream of bringing up such a subject.
Dracon is a talented writer, though he was never allowed to write much more than religious works, something he never really saw fit to change.
Biography: Born to a quiet, merchant family, Draconius was the second child and second son. He had no hopes of gaining notoriety as an heir, as his elder brother, Markus, seemed more than fit to carry out the role. From his childhood, Dracon showed no interest in money, athletics, or politics. He spent his time reading and writing, much to the ire of his father. His father did everything in his power to dissuade his second son, but failed at every attempt.
When Draconius was thirteen, he was sent away to be schooled. He kept mostly to himself, and proved an eager and ready mind. He kept out of the way and out of trouble, which proved a blessing for most of his life. After completing his schooling, he gained a position as a tutor for a nobleman's daughter. However, one night, while he was making his way back to his tiny, rather dejected little house, he was stopped by a tall, pale stranger in rags. The man attacked him, beat him, stole his clothes, and suddenly bit down on his jugular. He proceeded to drain Draconius of his blood, and then forced the youth to drink his in return. It was there, naked, and in an alley, that Draconius Marius died, and was born into immortality.
Sample:
Akakios simply stared at his feet as Silus read the letter. He shook so forcefully that even his curls trembled. He drew his lips into a tight line against the surge of emotions rushing through him. His shoulders jerked and a short, huffing breath left him, a remnant of a sob that had not been successfully stifled. He brought up a hand to press to his mouth, hoping to mute any other sounds from leaving it. The other hand soon joined it, so that they both covered his face.
He fought back the tears that were seeking to blind him. It couldn't be true. Surely there was a mistake! This couldn't be true! He was supposed to be going home! He was supposed to be freed with this news, returned to his parents and his happy life, but it could never be so. His father was dead by his own hand, and two of his sisters were gone as well. What was more, he hadn't been kidnapped at all. He had been sold by his own father to pay a debt he hadn't even known existed.
He remained thus, on the precipice of crumbling, until he felt Silus' arms around him and turned his gray eyes up. "S-Silus," he whimpered, and buried his face in the other's chest. His arms wound about the other, gripping the fabric at his back, and the wall deteriorated instantaneously.
"He's d-dead! Oh...Oh, gods, Silus! I thought...I..." But his words failed him, and he melted against the praetor. His face pressed into Silus' shoulder, and the boy wept. How could this have happened? His father had loved him, hadn't he?
Silus' promise echoed in his ears. How could things be all right after this? He had spent two years hoping to return to something that didn't even exist any more. He forced himself to look up, eyes bright from the tears that now stained his cheeks. This was why the gods had sent Silus. Akakios had to know the truth, and he had to be safe when he did. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to wipe away the tears that brightened his eyes and stained his cheeks. "H-How do you know?" He asked, hiccuping from the force of his sobs. "M-My b-babbás..." He shook his head, clamping his lips shut, unable to continue.