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Post by xavier on Feb 1, 2008 4:13:06 GMT
Finished? Yes
O N _ Y O U
Name/Alias: Damian
Gender: Male
Experience: 4 1/2 Years
Location: Pacific Time
C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E
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Full Name: Gerard Arthur Blauvelt
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 9th April
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Cryokinesis; ability to create, control and manipulate ice. Also gives the ability to render the person impervious to cold weather and temperature. At the age of 27, Gerard has reached the height of his power, and can control it to its full ability. With a mere thought, he can conjure ice from thin air, and can manipulate it and use it to whatever wish he chooses.
Beliefs: The belief that Gerard holds is that those with power are special, and have been given this power because they have been considered overly responsible enough to receive the amazing gifts. Yet he has no issues with those who have not received the strange and unique powers, and he believes that for those that have the power, and use them responsibly, that they should use them to protect the 'Untainted' from those that have powers but abuse them in order for personal gain.
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Eyes: The base colour of his eyes is a striking mix of hazel and green, and, depending on the emotions that he feels at a particular moment, his eyes will change colour to reflect that emotion. When he is feeling more sad or guilty or remorseful, his eyes will be only hazel and there will be no green. When he is feeling angry and hateful and cruel, or lustful and playful and aroused, his eyes will be acidic green, and sans of all hazel.
Hair: The colour of his hair is onyx black, darker then the blackest night. The length is usually constant, and hangs down to his muscular shoulders. It will vary if he suddenly gets bored with it, but he'll never let it go any longer then down to his shoulders, like it is now. Always appearing messy but in a neat way, his hair generally hangs in his face most of the time. He runs his fingers through his hair a lot, but mostly for absolutely no reason other then that it feels really good, and can relax him if he happens to be totally stressed at a particular moment.
Height: 6'3ft
Weight: 70kgs
Distinguishing Features: Gerard's skin is naturally very pale, but still has a light colour to it. In the moonlight, his skin does almost looks stark white, but in an ethereal way, not in a sickly way. Standing so tall, at 6'3ft, he has quite a lean and nice body, and his pale skin is smooth and almost soft at times, though his hands do have slight callouses on them, proof of his active life. Having taken the time during every day of his life to exercise for a sufficient amount of time, his physical state is top-notch, and the muscles all over his body that are slightly visible when he is clothed, and easily visible when his skin is bared to the light, reflect that frequent exercise.
Other: He has never really spent much time thinking that he has a personal style of his own, but naturally, like most everyone else, he does have his own personal style. Unlike most, however, he does not have a wide style and a large amount of possessions to match. No more then a max of about four different styles of outfits are in his possession, and he'll only wear one most of the time. Naturally, all of his apparel is black in colour, and he doesn't wear any other colour unless it is required, like for formal functions when required. Basically all of the time, regardless of what time of day or night, he will be seen wearing a long-sleeved shirt, comfortably-tight trousers, shin-high lace up boots, and a knee-length leather jacket, with a cloth lining that bears a large hood, over that.
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Likes:
[x] Cold
[x] Ice
[x] Killing
[x] Smoking
[x] Dark, Gorgeous Women
[x] Evil
[x] Flirting
[x] Fighting
[x] Chocolate
[x] Vanilla
Dislikes:
[x] Heat
[x] Fire
[x] Too Much Sunlight
[x] His Past
[x] Traitors
[x] Weaklings
[x] Disobedience
[x] Insolence
The Good Points:
[x] His Gift
[x] Killing
[x] Spying
[x] Hand-To-Hand Combat
[x] All Weaponry
[x] Flirting
[x] Deceiving
[x] Singing
[x] Drawing
[x] Seducing
The Bad Points:
[x] Weakness For Dark, Gorgeous Women
[x] Constant Urge/Love To Kill
[x] His Insatiable Lust
[x] His Past
[x] Alcohol
[x] Smoking
[x] Not Getting His Way
Possessions/Obsessions/Other: He owns a Yamaha motorbike, which is his only method of transportation other then walking; he bought it for himself at the age of 16, and he's very protective over it. He also has an obsession with coffee, which he drinks more then once a day; he also smokes quite a lot, and must smoke only one brand of cigarettes, otherwise he refuses to smoke, being very picky.
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Place of Birth: Bellville, New Jersey; USA
Family:
Jonathan Blauvelt [Father/Deceased]
Saphira Blauvelt [Mother]
Xavier Blauvelt [Younger Brother/24yrs]
History:
The night of the 9th April arrived; unusually, there was a cold front and a light layer of frost was on the ground. It was at this time that Gerard was born into the world, the oldest child of Jonathan and Saphira Blauvelt. Gerard's father was a senator, working mainly in the city of New York, while his mother was a housewife and stayed at home to look after him and, also, his younger brother Xavier, once he was born, three years later. Bellville was not the safest place in the world and therefore, neither Gerard or his brother were allowed too far from the house by themselves, if they went outside. They were restricted to the small cul-de-sac in which they lived, and only if their mother or father accompanied them, could they venture further. Mostly, though, Gerard was content to remain inside the house. At an early age, he discovered a love of drawing and reading, and could be found most days either sitting with a heavy, thick book in hand, or with a small pad of paper and a pencil, drawing things taken right out of his imagination.
He was the pride and joy of his mother's life from the moment he was born, and she was always there for him, looking after him and also his brother; Gerard's father, however, was completely different. In the beginning, he was like Gerard's mother, happy to have a child. But as Gerard grew older, his father drifted away and became hostile until, eventually, it was obvious that his father hated him. Perhaps it was because Gerard had no interest in following his father's steps in the life of a politician, who knows. But from the age of 7, Gerard really only had one parent there for him. At the age of 10, Gerard's relationship with his father took a bad turn. His father had always been a heavy drinker, always out late at the bars and clubs with his work associates. But lately, it had gotten worse. And one night, his father came home early, completely wasted; Gerard was down in the sitting room, drawing and reading by the light of the fireplace. His mother hadn't expected his father home for some time, so Gerard had been allowed into the sitting room to read and draw.
What was to follow that night was a heated argument between Gerard and his father; in his wasted state, the hate that Gerard's father had for Gerard was magnified and so, without caring who saw, his father beat him without mercy until he was lying in a motionless heap on the sitting room floor. His father then left him lying there, and went to bed. Hours later, in the early morning, Gerard's mother found him lying there. She rushed him to the hospital, as she could not rouse him. The doctors examined him and when he woke up, they told him and his mother that he'd had most of his ribs broken, as well as his left arm. His right elbow had been dislocated as well, and he'd suffered several bad cuts and bruises to his face and limbs. Never again did Gerard have any good views towards his father. The hate his father had for him was now firmly reciprocated by Gerard, and he never uttered a word to his father again.
When he was 12, his mother sent him to a boarding school in Chicago; perhaps, it was mainly to get him away from the house and from his father, but either way, Gerard was happy with his mother's desicion and was eager to start a new school. He got situated at the school nicely, and while there were many people around him, he didn't really make an effort to talk to or get to know any of them. Being a naturally shy person, he preferred to sit by himself and draw during free hours, or read his books, or listen to music. It served him well during his time at boarding school, although he did make a couple friends that he still is close to in the present. When he was 16, some interesting events began to happen. The first one was when he was sitting in Art class; he'd gone to pick up a cup of water for his brushes, and instantly, the water froze solid. He was so surprised that he dropped the cup and it shattered into a thousand pieces. That earned him an extra hour cleaning up the art room after class.
Several more of these occurances happened, and it seemed that he couldn't stop... as crazy as it sounded... freezing things. Everything he touched seemed to freeze, and he was starting to freak people out, both his fellow students and the teachers. By the time he turned 17, his teachers had had enough of things constantly becoming icebergs or the temperature in a room dropping so steeply that it became an indoor arctic. They called his mother and had her pick him up from the school, after he'd gathered his things. Gerard didn't understand what was happening to him, and neither did his mother. She seemingly remained calm, however, and told him they'd figure out, and that they wouldn't tell his father anything. Suffice to say, it became rather difficult to keep it from his father, as Gerard seemed to freeze every single thing that he came into contact with. Once, the temperature in his room dropped so much that it became an ice world, and only the quick thinking of his mother saved them all from his father discovering it.
Upon turning 20, Gerard moved out of his house and moved to Paris, France; his mother had thought it best, and it would give him a change. If anything, he knew that she was more wanting him to go so that he'd stop freezing the house, but he didn't mind. For a few years, life in Paris was new and exciting; after a while, though, it became too busy, too loud for him to deal with. Instead, he moved to a smaller place, the town of Sanglignée. It suited him much better. He soon found work, as well as a living place, and settled down, though he kept to himself. As his 25th birthday passed, news from home made him return instantly on the request of his mother. His father had become worse then ever, and was overstepping the line. In response to his father's actions, Gerard made it clear that his mother and brother were going to move to France with him. When his father refused and attempted to stab Gerard with a butter knife, Gerard used his power on a human being for the first time in his life, killing his father after a few minutes.
Having never killed before in his life, Gerard was a little horror-struck but still managed to keep himself calm while he brought his mother and brother back to France; shortly after that, something changed within him. Perhaps it was because of killing his father, or from something different, he wasn't sure. But he became more cold, more cruel, and less like the person he'd been before. Naturally, his mother and brother saw nothing of this. To them, he was and still is the young man they always knew. He returned to his job, though he does other things now also, including free lance art for different companies. Still living in Sanglignée, and at the age of 27, Gerard wants something more in his life; still wanting to explore his darker side, at this point, he will do anything to feel what he felt for a spilt second when he killed his father, and he will do anything to be able to use his power without being alienated by those around him.
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RP Sample:
[From Another Site]
Strange that Alicia didn't leave his side as quickly or hurriedly as he thought she would. He knew that she was quite shocked and afraid of not just what was going on in front of her eyes, and his family's, but she was also afraid of him; it was understandable, for she had never seen this side of him, the side that could easily be said was much darker, much more evil. But, as unknown, Damian had been through many dark and evil things before he had found Alicia again, both of them as adults. Damian had pushed his body, mind and soul to its very limits; he had survived, and had received many things, including position, respect, fear, and power. But the cost for receiving all of it, well... it was much greater than Damian would tell.
There was a moment, in the back of his stone-cold mind, that Damian did really consider what he was about to do. He was about to kill his own flesh and blood, the man that he had once called father. It wasn't something that he had decided on lightly, he had actually spent several nights without sleep, sitting on a cold chair as Alicia slept on unawares, while he debated with himself. But it was what had happened so many long years before, the one thing that had made Damian's heart become ice towards a man he was supposed to have looked up to, that made Damian make his decision without any small or momentary reservations. And his mind, his resolve, would never go back.
It was only for a split second and then Damian's eyes lost all of the softness, anything that had been there while Alicia had been in his arms, that had been there before. The colour of his eyes flashed straight back to their cold acidic-green and he slowly stood, his face going into a lack of expression so that it appeared that his face was carved from stone. He lifted his right hand slowly and flicked his fingers, twirling the wand that he held for a moment; then he barely made a motion, and his father was pulled up from the ground by an invisible string. Damian walked backwards slowly, bringing his father's jerking body along in front of him. It appeared harmless but only the one that hung limply within the air knew of the pain that was actually being felt right then.
Without much of another movement, Damian almost lazily flicked his wand and watched the seemingly limp body of his father fly backwards into the wall, then his eyes watched the black ropes that shot from his wand to bind his father against the wooden panels upon the wall. He dropped his hand by his side, watching his father bring enough consciousness back to glance around and then struggle against the unbreakable ropes that held him against the wall. Damian glanced to the side then, for a brief moment, and his eyes found that of his mother's. He didn't make an expression on his face and his eyes didn't make a motion either, but it didn't have to. The small nod that came from his mother after the space of a couple seconds told him everything.
It seemed that Damian almost sighed but it would only be a figment of one's imagination, if they even thought that they had seen it. He slipped the wand back into the holster that was strapped to his left forearm, allowing for easy access, before he lifted his head and watched his father again. Futile, the way that the man was struggling; for the ropes would never break, they were magical. Damian calmly removed the glove from his right hand and placed it within the pocket of his black leather jacket, before walking up to his father and re-drawing his wand. A quick motion and his father struggled again, but could do nothing as cuts appeared on his body, making him bleed slowly, the drops falling to the floor in rivulets; the clothes on his body began to soak up the blood but unable to save it.
Another motion, and then the clothes ripped; soaked in blood, they dropped to the floor with a squelching sound. Damian placed his wand away again, before he lifted his right hand and stared at it for a second. A small smirk seemed to appear on his lips but it was only there for a moment, and only there for the benefit of his father. Damian took a breath into his lungs, and then his lips started to move slowly, whispering words that were undistinguishable. There was a sudden movement and then Damian's hand shot forward; disregarding flesh and bone, Damian's hand plummeted straight into his father's chest, through the skin, making blood splash slightly and then bringing a loud and anguished scream from his father's lips.
Then there was only silence, for what seemed like minutes or hours, but was actually mere seconds. But with another scream from the man against the wall, Damian pulled his hand back swiftly, dislodging it from his father's chest. Blood splattered all over the floor, and drops hit Damian's face, instantly trailing down his pale face in slow streams. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them, casting his gaze forward to where his hand was staying aloft in the space between him and his father. With blood all over his pale hand, sitting on his palm was none other than a beating heart... his father's beating heart, actually. Damian looked up slightly and found the eyes of his father, staring back in horror. It was only for a moment and then the small fleeting light in his father's eyes faded away, disappeared, never to be seen again.
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