Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2009 23:40:27 GMT -6
Character Name: Zachary (Born Zachariah Charles Adams)
Species: Vampire
Age, Gender:Early twenties in appearance (Born October 27,1797), male
Description:
Zachary is 5'11-1/2", He weighs roughly 170lbs. His piercing blue eyes are highlighted by his dark brown almost completely black hair. He keeps his hair fairly short collar length and has ball and bayonet wounds along his left side from his early life of war.
Powers/Abilities:
Reading
Calligraphy
Violin
Speak/understand several native American languages
Conversational French
Sidearms
Rifles
Bayonet fighting
Tomahawk and knife
Enhanced strength,stamina
Flight
Ability to roll the minds of his victims.
Animal to Call-Lion
Speed bordering just below teleportation
A heightened ability to shield himself. He can be sensed but as considerably less than his age or power would measure.
The ability to amplify other vampire strengths for short periods of time.
Personality:
A Survivor. In the grand scheme of things he has proven to be the one thing he can count on for any duration of time. Through feast and famine he has always managed to pull himself from one fire or another. His lack of solace has not kept him from searching for just that. In fact it has been his driving factor in life. In short a hopelessly hopeful romantic with antiquated ideals as to Chivalry, Honor, Hospitality, Comity and the like. Add that together with a nationalistic fervor bordering on fanaticism and you have Zachary in a nutshell.
Character Concept/History:
Zachary was born to rather humble conventions to Adamses of Maine. He was the youngest of eight children, his two eldest siblings dying within the first years of their life as was still sadly common during the time. As his family did not own much land, His father being a career soldier it was with no small amount of expectation that all four of his male children would serve with distinction.
Unlike his brothers the fervor for battle and civil responsibility did not flag upon his fathers death. If anything it strengthened his resolve to serve. To young Zachariah it was the supreme testament to a man that he was willing to give his life in service to his country, fighting for his family.
It was with great shame that he watched as his two brothers closest in age to him instead sought their fortunes out "West". The shame proving to be so great that he snuck away during the fall of 1811 to enlist. He being large and strong for his age he was sufficiently able to pass muster.
A year later and due to several brevet promotions he found himself battling on the north western border of these United states. He had fallen in with a unit of rangers when his regiment had been routed and decimated by the British backed Indians. More bad luck was to follow as his unit was yet again routed save instead of by mortal forces by the hand of the supernatural. Being young in appearance as well as age to the vampire he was kept as slave/protector. It took several weeks to break him. However once broken in he was implacable in his duties. Often times going above and beyond what was expected by his master. He was given the gift of unlife shortly thereafter due to his valiance in defending his Masters resting body. The moment he was brought over the conditioning which had seemed so thorough slipped and he was able to think clearly. It took him the next sixty years to break free.
It took near divine intervention. His master had set himself up as lord of a burgeoning frontier town. Ruling with an iron fist. Zachary acted as his enforcer carrying out the most odious task with seeming relish. Each horrible act strengthening his resolve allowing him more freedom of thought. Zachary stored up this new found freedom hoping to become eventually strong enough to challenge this maker. These thoughts he of course kept to himself. It was not until His maker became besieged by another who sought his throne that Zachary was able to make his move. It was not the glorious battle of honor that Zachary had hoped. In fact it was through inaction that he earned his freedom. One evening soon after they had risen for the night his maker and Kissmates were set on by the opposing faction. Being one of the more martial members of the Kiss Zachary knew his arm would have made a difference in the conflagration. He instead chose that moment to vacate the premises. He watched from a neighboring hillock as his master met his death by fire screaming curses and attempting to summon Zachary forward into the blaze with him.
He regrets the manner in which he made his escape but has since put the matter to rest in his head.
Over the next century and a hlaf Zachary traveled from one master to another across the great western states. Each more clueless than the last as to his true strength. Each insisting on a foreign and horrible levle of fealty by him. While never outright defying a master of the realm Zachary has more than once found himself on the outside of one power struggle too many. He has ever yearned for peace yet due to his heretofore unwillingness to take another master in more than word has caused an extreme lack of just that peace.
Family/Ties:
The Adamses of Northern Maine. There are many an inumerable. None of whom he knows directly but lineage is a very important. As such he stays as far removed from the area as possible.
Roleplay Sample:
Zachary looked at the copy of the letter he had sent ahead to the Master of Dallas. He read it over and over again. he was searching for any twist of phrases or other coded wording. It was not the first time he had looked on such missives. He dearly hoped that it would be his last. He for all of his hopefulness had secured passage to several other cities. It had been thirty years since he had been in Texas. He prayed that his previous departure was forgotten. He had heard that there were several upheavals. Sighing he made his way through the airport retrieving his bags. He stopped just inside the terminal slipping the letter into his jacket.
Watching the traffic of the coming and going passengers he tried to erect some sense of the joy. Instead he felt trepidation. No two Masters were alike in their greetings nor in their acceptance. He had survived this long through luck and careful shielding. He had enough clothing for a two week stay. His other belongings were being held in a storage depot awaiting his final destination. If things didn't work here at least the air smelled nice enough for a vacation.
Shouldering his bag he stepped out into the night the irony of the flashing Welcome sign not lost on him.
Face Claim: Matt Bomer
Pictures:
Approved and Welcome
Species: Vampire
Age, Gender:Early twenties in appearance (Born October 27,1797), male
Description:
Zachary is 5'11-1/2", He weighs roughly 170lbs. His piercing blue eyes are highlighted by his dark brown almost completely black hair. He keeps his hair fairly short collar length and has ball and bayonet wounds along his left side from his early life of war.
Powers/Abilities:
Reading
Calligraphy
Violin
Speak/understand several native American languages
Conversational French
Sidearms
Rifles
Bayonet fighting
Tomahawk and knife
Enhanced strength,stamina
Flight
Ability to roll the minds of his victims.
Animal to Call-Lion
Speed bordering just below teleportation
A heightened ability to shield himself. He can be sensed but as considerably less than his age or power would measure.
The ability to amplify other vampire strengths for short periods of time.
Personality:
A Survivor. In the grand scheme of things he has proven to be the one thing he can count on for any duration of time. Through feast and famine he has always managed to pull himself from one fire or another. His lack of solace has not kept him from searching for just that. In fact it has been his driving factor in life. In short a hopelessly hopeful romantic with antiquated ideals as to Chivalry, Honor, Hospitality, Comity and the like. Add that together with a nationalistic fervor bordering on fanaticism and you have Zachary in a nutshell.
Character Concept/History:
Zachary was born to rather humble conventions to Adamses of Maine. He was the youngest of eight children, his two eldest siblings dying within the first years of their life as was still sadly common during the time. As his family did not own much land, His father being a career soldier it was with no small amount of expectation that all four of his male children would serve with distinction.
Unlike his brothers the fervor for battle and civil responsibility did not flag upon his fathers death. If anything it strengthened his resolve to serve. To young Zachariah it was the supreme testament to a man that he was willing to give his life in service to his country, fighting for his family.
It was with great shame that he watched as his two brothers closest in age to him instead sought their fortunes out "West". The shame proving to be so great that he snuck away during the fall of 1811 to enlist. He being large and strong for his age he was sufficiently able to pass muster.
A year later and due to several brevet promotions he found himself battling on the north western border of these United states. He had fallen in with a unit of rangers when his regiment had been routed and decimated by the British backed Indians. More bad luck was to follow as his unit was yet again routed save instead of by mortal forces by the hand of the supernatural. Being young in appearance as well as age to the vampire he was kept as slave/protector. It took several weeks to break him. However once broken in he was implacable in his duties. Often times going above and beyond what was expected by his master. He was given the gift of unlife shortly thereafter due to his valiance in defending his Masters resting body. The moment he was brought over the conditioning which had seemed so thorough slipped and he was able to think clearly. It took him the next sixty years to break free.
It took near divine intervention. His master had set himself up as lord of a burgeoning frontier town. Ruling with an iron fist. Zachary acted as his enforcer carrying out the most odious task with seeming relish. Each horrible act strengthening his resolve allowing him more freedom of thought. Zachary stored up this new found freedom hoping to become eventually strong enough to challenge this maker. These thoughts he of course kept to himself. It was not until His maker became besieged by another who sought his throne that Zachary was able to make his move. It was not the glorious battle of honor that Zachary had hoped. In fact it was through inaction that he earned his freedom. One evening soon after they had risen for the night his maker and Kissmates were set on by the opposing faction. Being one of the more martial members of the Kiss Zachary knew his arm would have made a difference in the conflagration. He instead chose that moment to vacate the premises. He watched from a neighboring hillock as his master met his death by fire screaming curses and attempting to summon Zachary forward into the blaze with him.
He regrets the manner in which he made his escape but has since put the matter to rest in his head.
Over the next century and a hlaf Zachary traveled from one master to another across the great western states. Each more clueless than the last as to his true strength. Each insisting on a foreign and horrible levle of fealty by him. While never outright defying a master of the realm Zachary has more than once found himself on the outside of one power struggle too many. He has ever yearned for peace yet due to his heretofore unwillingness to take another master in more than word has caused an extreme lack of just that peace.
Family/Ties:
The Adamses of Northern Maine. There are many an inumerable. None of whom he knows directly but lineage is a very important. As such he stays as far removed from the area as possible.
Roleplay Sample:
Zachary looked at the copy of the letter he had sent ahead to the Master of Dallas. He read it over and over again. he was searching for any twist of phrases or other coded wording. It was not the first time he had looked on such missives. He dearly hoped that it would be his last. He for all of his hopefulness had secured passage to several other cities. It had been thirty years since he had been in Texas. He prayed that his previous departure was forgotten. He had heard that there were several upheavals. Sighing he made his way through the airport retrieving his bags. He stopped just inside the terminal slipping the letter into his jacket.
Watching the traffic of the coming and going passengers he tried to erect some sense of the joy. Instead he felt trepidation. No two Masters were alike in their greetings nor in their acceptance. He had survived this long through luck and careful shielding. He had enough clothing for a two week stay. His other belongings were being held in a storage depot awaiting his final destination. If things didn't work here at least the air smelled nice enough for a vacation.
Shouldering his bag he stepped out into the night the irony of the flashing Welcome sign not lost on him.
Face Claim: Matt Bomer
Pictures:
Approved and Welcome
