Post by Orpheus on Aug 28, 2008 15:54:16 GMT -5
Name: Alastair Klesk Drakel
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Age: about 30. Appears 16 though
Job: Member of Gadre’el’s high council.
Description: Alastair is dressed like what one would call a classic ‘dandy’. He has a clean, pale complexion that looks human enough save for a hint of paleness. He stands in at about 5’5 making him average height for his appearance, if a little short. His body is lean, if not a little skinny. Not as well built as it could be, but capable of taking a few scrapes and bruises nonetheless. His hair is a dark shade of brown, his fringe coming to about eye level, although it’s swept to the left side to avoid impeding his cloudy blue eyes. Although most would take him for an aristocratic human, his eyes are a slight giveaway at night, as they seem to gleam slightly in a way that couldn’t be considered human. His attire varies depending on the time of day or how he feels, but he always wears expensive, smart clothing. One night he’ll wear a suit as black as the sky itself with matching ebon trousers and a pair of fancy half-heeled shoes, the next he’ll wear a white frilled shirt under a crimson waistcoat. His favourite suit, however, is a grey dinner suit with silver pinstripes, complete with a matching trilby hat and suede shoes. The only factor that doesn’t ever change in his endless wardrobe of dinner suits, tuxedos, cloaks and sophisticated clothing is that no matter what he wears, he will always have a red rose somewhere in his clothing. Whether it’s in his suit’s lapel, in his hat or in his hair, he will always wear one somewhere. This is probably the best way to pick him out from a crowd, as he considers the red hose ‘his trademark’ and would simply not allow himself to be seen without one. Even more so that he has a winding rose vine tattooed up his left arm, the flower imprinted on his wrist.
Personality: Alastair was born into a long line of nobles. As a result, he shares their traits, coming across as a well spoken gentleman. He is known by his colleagues in the council as a trustworthy, honourable vampire who is always true to his word. Saying that, he sometimes has a tendency to branch off into self-righteousness, and will happily use his silver tongue to get a criminal away from execution should he see him falsely accused or if they’re family or friends. His voice has an English accent to it and hangs nicely on the air, adding to his charming personality. He’d rather talk a problem out rather than fight, as he never likes to get his hands (or his clothes) dirty. From a woman’s point of view, he’d come across as charming and romantic, but his almost chilling demeanour and striking appearance would make him seem a little difficult to approach. He’s high society and he knows it, which sometimes ends in people thinking he’s a bit stuck up, but he does hold respect for the working class deep down.
When he needs blood, he manages to keep his sophistication to a point, but one can tell that he’s starved for the drink that he craves. He’ll be far colder towards those he usually talks to and try to avoid contact with people he would normally be happy to talk to. He becomes even more difficult to approach than when he’s had blood, and his tone of voice becomes slightly sharper. If he’s been deprived of blood for a critical amount of time, he won’t hesitate to kill the nearest bleeding creature in order to keep himself alive by any means necessary, even if that means lowering himself from his high society position, for to him, survival is everything.
History: Born from Annette and Andrew, Alastair was fortunate enough to be born into the Drakel family. Being a long line of educated aristocrats, Alastair had everything he could possibly wish for as a child: A large house, education, money, social status...I mean, sure, he didn’t know that his parents were vampires, but that really wasn’t a concern now, was it? He had everything! And even if he knew his parents were vampires, he wouldn’t have minded...everything was peachy...until one night...
As summoned by the council of their kingdom, Andrew and Annette went to a meeting with the humans to discuss what was labelled ‘important matters concerning the safety of the kingdom’. They didn’t bring Alastair with them, for he was too young to know of such important matters. Yes, he was probably educated enough to understand, but they simply didn’t want him knowing that they were vampires. He stayed at home reading his favourite book whilst his parents went away to their important meeting...
When they arrived at the house they were instructed to meet in, they knew something was strange. There was nothing but a long table in the middle of the room, people in red hoods and cloaks sitting around it. As they entered, two of the men stood by the door and closed it to ensure that there was no escaping. But they were just here to discuss matters, right? ”Are you Andrew and Annette?” The two vampires nodded their heads at the same time, looking at each other warily. Another hooded figure spoke. ”Andrew and Annette Drakel ?” Again, they nodded their heads. Once again, a different hood got up to speak. “The same Andrew and Annette Drakel that are rumoured to be related to Amadeus?” With that, Andrew went on the offensive, leering angrily at the hood. “Now how do you know tha...” They had no time to react as two of the hoods had slipped behind the undead, holy incantations and wooden stakes at the ready. There was a resound cheer of “For the resistance!” Before they sprung their attack...
Years passed, and Alastair had grown up without his parents. He never really noticed that they were gone. The servants of Drakel Manor took care of him well to the point where he totally forgot about his parents and where they’d gone. Although over the years, he did ask after his mother and father, only to get the same answer from all the servants; they simply didn’t know where they’d gotten to. A few days later, a letter came through addressed to ‘Master A. Drakel.’ Alastair was unsure whether he should open it: Every male member in his family was Master A. Drakel. With a sigh, he opened the letter, which read as follows:
Alastair,
Sorry we’ve taken so long with this meeting, it’s going to take a little while to sort out. We don’t know when we’ll return, but don’t worry about us, we’re just fine. You’re going to have to fetch your own blood for a while, so just remember what we’ve taught you and be happy.
Love, mum and dad.
With a snarl, Alastair scrunched the letter up in his hands. That was a total lie. His parents never ended their letters with ‘mum and dad’. Plus, the handwriting was funny, and...fetch his own blood? They never said anything about fetching blood...what was all that about? Something wasn’t right. So that night, he left the manor to search for his parents with no result. This happened for a few days with no results, and Alastair could only ponder what was going wrong...until one night, there was a knock on the Manor’s door. When the servant went to answer it, he instantly collapsed into a bow before summoning Alastair. He came down to se Amadeus, the vampire lord, standing on the doorstep. Alastair tipped his hat in recognition, but wasn’t sure what was happening. The undead leader asked if he was permitted to enter the house. ASKED! What in hell’s name was going on?
About twenty minutes later...
“Hmmm...I can only assume the worst...” Amadeus had come to ask after Andrew and Annette, for they were one of the families in his favour, and they had apparently disappeared. Alastair shook his head, still taken aback by all of this. “I see, but...what’s all this got to do with me? What’s going to happen to me?” Amadeus put on a frown of sympathy before snapping his fingers, allowing dark vines to bind Alastair to his chair. He struggled and screamed, but nothing happened. With a sigh, the lord of the vampires sank his fangs into the noble’s neck, draining his blood. Alastair could only utter a curse before he passed out...
He awakened, still in the chair, still in the presence of Amadeus. But he felt...different. He couldn’t explain it. He knew what happened when a vampire bit you, but...it was odd not having a heartbeat. The ancient vampire explained it all: With Andrew and Annette probably dead, Alastair was the last of the Drakel bloodline, a family well known to be vampires, their family tree starting with a man who was bitten by Amadeus himself. It was only fitting that Alastair was one too, no? And with him being the latest arrival, he had to be bitten for the system to continue. With the years that followed, Alastair fell nicely into his role as a member of Gadre’el’s high council, and to this day performs just that job. He’s not totally used to his vampirism yet, but he’s learning quickly...
Weapons/powers: Alastair doesn’t carry weapons with him...it’s just not his style to be armed. But as a vampire, he needs to extract blood somehow. And so he has three glass roses under his sleeve with points on the stems that he can impale into a target’s skin. From there, the rose will eject what little poison is inside it into the target, hopefully rendering then unconscious before filling itself up with blood. Once it is full, it will return to Alastair for him to drink without him having to make the target a vampire or just generally getting his hands dirty. If combat is unavoidable he summons his familiar, Selkis. Selkis is a juvenile gargoyle, a stone skinned demon with a pair of bat wings and a single horn atop its head. Being a familiar, Selkis can’t be killed, but rather sent back to its dimension for a while.
Other: Being a vampire, Alastair has a hatred for lycanthropes and anything that involves wolves. He refuses to drink the blood of a wolf, dog or anything relatively canine.
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Age: about 30. Appears 16 though
Job: Member of Gadre’el’s high council.
Description: Alastair is dressed like what one would call a classic ‘dandy’. He has a clean, pale complexion that looks human enough save for a hint of paleness. He stands in at about 5’5 making him average height for his appearance, if a little short. His body is lean, if not a little skinny. Not as well built as it could be, but capable of taking a few scrapes and bruises nonetheless. His hair is a dark shade of brown, his fringe coming to about eye level, although it’s swept to the left side to avoid impeding his cloudy blue eyes. Although most would take him for an aristocratic human, his eyes are a slight giveaway at night, as they seem to gleam slightly in a way that couldn’t be considered human. His attire varies depending on the time of day or how he feels, but he always wears expensive, smart clothing. One night he’ll wear a suit as black as the sky itself with matching ebon trousers and a pair of fancy half-heeled shoes, the next he’ll wear a white frilled shirt under a crimson waistcoat. His favourite suit, however, is a grey dinner suit with silver pinstripes, complete with a matching trilby hat and suede shoes. The only factor that doesn’t ever change in his endless wardrobe of dinner suits, tuxedos, cloaks and sophisticated clothing is that no matter what he wears, he will always have a red rose somewhere in his clothing. Whether it’s in his suit’s lapel, in his hat or in his hair, he will always wear one somewhere. This is probably the best way to pick him out from a crowd, as he considers the red hose ‘his trademark’ and would simply not allow himself to be seen without one. Even more so that he has a winding rose vine tattooed up his left arm, the flower imprinted on his wrist.
Personality: Alastair was born into a long line of nobles. As a result, he shares their traits, coming across as a well spoken gentleman. He is known by his colleagues in the council as a trustworthy, honourable vampire who is always true to his word. Saying that, he sometimes has a tendency to branch off into self-righteousness, and will happily use his silver tongue to get a criminal away from execution should he see him falsely accused or if they’re family or friends. His voice has an English accent to it and hangs nicely on the air, adding to his charming personality. He’d rather talk a problem out rather than fight, as he never likes to get his hands (or his clothes) dirty. From a woman’s point of view, he’d come across as charming and romantic, but his almost chilling demeanour and striking appearance would make him seem a little difficult to approach. He’s high society and he knows it, which sometimes ends in people thinking he’s a bit stuck up, but he does hold respect for the working class deep down.
When he needs blood, he manages to keep his sophistication to a point, but one can tell that he’s starved for the drink that he craves. He’ll be far colder towards those he usually talks to and try to avoid contact with people he would normally be happy to talk to. He becomes even more difficult to approach than when he’s had blood, and his tone of voice becomes slightly sharper. If he’s been deprived of blood for a critical amount of time, he won’t hesitate to kill the nearest bleeding creature in order to keep himself alive by any means necessary, even if that means lowering himself from his high society position, for to him, survival is everything.
History: Born from Annette and Andrew, Alastair was fortunate enough to be born into the Drakel family. Being a long line of educated aristocrats, Alastair had everything he could possibly wish for as a child: A large house, education, money, social status...I mean, sure, he didn’t know that his parents were vampires, but that really wasn’t a concern now, was it? He had everything! And even if he knew his parents were vampires, he wouldn’t have minded...everything was peachy...until one night...
As summoned by the council of their kingdom, Andrew and Annette went to a meeting with the humans to discuss what was labelled ‘important matters concerning the safety of the kingdom’. They didn’t bring Alastair with them, for he was too young to know of such important matters. Yes, he was probably educated enough to understand, but they simply didn’t want him knowing that they were vampires. He stayed at home reading his favourite book whilst his parents went away to their important meeting...
When they arrived at the house they were instructed to meet in, they knew something was strange. There was nothing but a long table in the middle of the room, people in red hoods and cloaks sitting around it. As they entered, two of the men stood by the door and closed it to ensure that there was no escaping. But they were just here to discuss matters, right? ”Are you Andrew and Annette?” The two vampires nodded their heads at the same time, looking at each other warily. Another hooded figure spoke. ”Andrew and Annette Drakel ?” Again, they nodded their heads. Once again, a different hood got up to speak. “The same Andrew and Annette Drakel that are rumoured to be related to Amadeus?” With that, Andrew went on the offensive, leering angrily at the hood. “Now how do you know tha...” They had no time to react as two of the hoods had slipped behind the undead, holy incantations and wooden stakes at the ready. There was a resound cheer of “For the resistance!” Before they sprung their attack...
Years passed, and Alastair had grown up without his parents. He never really noticed that they were gone. The servants of Drakel Manor took care of him well to the point where he totally forgot about his parents and where they’d gone. Although over the years, he did ask after his mother and father, only to get the same answer from all the servants; they simply didn’t know where they’d gotten to. A few days later, a letter came through addressed to ‘Master A. Drakel.’ Alastair was unsure whether he should open it: Every male member in his family was Master A. Drakel. With a sigh, he opened the letter, which read as follows:
Alastair,
Sorry we’ve taken so long with this meeting, it’s going to take a little while to sort out. We don’t know when we’ll return, but don’t worry about us, we’re just fine. You’re going to have to fetch your own blood for a while, so just remember what we’ve taught you and be happy.
Love, mum and dad.
With a snarl, Alastair scrunched the letter up in his hands. That was a total lie. His parents never ended their letters with ‘mum and dad’. Plus, the handwriting was funny, and...fetch his own blood? They never said anything about fetching blood...what was all that about? Something wasn’t right. So that night, he left the manor to search for his parents with no result. This happened for a few days with no results, and Alastair could only ponder what was going wrong...until one night, there was a knock on the Manor’s door. When the servant went to answer it, he instantly collapsed into a bow before summoning Alastair. He came down to se Amadeus, the vampire lord, standing on the doorstep. Alastair tipped his hat in recognition, but wasn’t sure what was happening. The undead leader asked if he was permitted to enter the house. ASKED! What in hell’s name was going on?
About twenty minutes later...
“Hmmm...I can only assume the worst...” Amadeus had come to ask after Andrew and Annette, for they were one of the families in his favour, and they had apparently disappeared. Alastair shook his head, still taken aback by all of this. “I see, but...what’s all this got to do with me? What’s going to happen to me?” Amadeus put on a frown of sympathy before snapping his fingers, allowing dark vines to bind Alastair to his chair. He struggled and screamed, but nothing happened. With a sigh, the lord of the vampires sank his fangs into the noble’s neck, draining his blood. Alastair could only utter a curse before he passed out...
He awakened, still in the chair, still in the presence of Amadeus. But he felt...different. He couldn’t explain it. He knew what happened when a vampire bit you, but...it was odd not having a heartbeat. The ancient vampire explained it all: With Andrew and Annette probably dead, Alastair was the last of the Drakel bloodline, a family well known to be vampires, their family tree starting with a man who was bitten by Amadeus himself. It was only fitting that Alastair was one too, no? And with him being the latest arrival, he had to be bitten for the system to continue. With the years that followed, Alastair fell nicely into his role as a member of Gadre’el’s high council, and to this day performs just that job. He’s not totally used to his vampirism yet, but he’s learning quickly...
Weapons/powers: Alastair doesn’t carry weapons with him...it’s just not his style to be armed. But as a vampire, he needs to extract blood somehow. And so he has three glass roses under his sleeve with points on the stems that he can impale into a target’s skin. From there, the rose will eject what little poison is inside it into the target, hopefully rendering then unconscious before filling itself up with blood. Once it is full, it will return to Alastair for him to drink without him having to make the target a vampire or just generally getting his hands dirty. If combat is unavoidable he summons his familiar, Selkis. Selkis is a juvenile gargoyle, a stone skinned demon with a pair of bat wings and a single horn atop its head. Being a familiar, Selkis can’t be killed, but rather sent back to its dimension for a while.
Other: Being a vampire, Alastair has a hatred for lycanthropes and anything that involves wolves. He refuses to drink the blood of a wolf, dog or anything relatively canine.
