ADRÉN, james viktor [Complete!]

[viktor]

VIKTOR JAMES ADRÉN !?
'when you dance with the devil you better say never, 'cause a dance with the devil may last you forever.'

FULL NAME Viktor James Adrèn
NICKNAMES He doesn't do nicknames
AGE Roughly 2540 years, but appears 25
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY 527 B.C.
SPECIES Vampire
ALLIANCE Darkness
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Joseph Morgan
EYES A striking blue that seem to posses a feral type quality about them.
HAIR Sandy blond that sits atop his head in soft curls.
BODY TYPE Lean typically comes to mind, built with a set of broad shoulders and a fairly muscled upper torso. Long, lean and eye appealing.
HEIGHT 5'11"
WEIGHT 170lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Several crescent shaped scars that line his left pectoral and collarbone, their origin is undisclosed.
STYLE Viktor isn't particularly picky when it comes to clothing style, he merely wears what's comfortable for him at the time, although most of his clothing tends to be pretty modern. When the occasion calls for it he's not one to shy away from a little bit of class, effortlessly dawning a tuxedo or whatever the situation seems to call for. Often times he may wear a casual suit with slacks and dress shoes as well, although generally it's pants and a shirt of some kind with a jacket over that.

LIKES

• Control
  
• The hunt (metaphorically and literally)
  
• Manipulating others to get what he wants
  
• The sea
  
• Women
  
• Exploiting other's weaknesses
  
• Dominance
  
• Chaos
  
• Death (of others)
  
• Classical Music
  
• The feast
  
• Exerting his power
  
• The night
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Being made helpless
  
• Weakness
  
• Those who pry
  
• Those of the light
  
• Humans
  
• Most other supernatural creatures
  
• Being threatened
  
• Those who are of the Light
  
• Deep emotional ties/feelings
  
• Betrayal
  
• Coffins (tight, enclosed spaces in general)
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Extremely manipulative
  
• Observant, easily able to read others and spot weakness
  
• Cunning, sly and hard to surprise -- he's pretty much seen it all
  
• Causing utter devastation and chaos
  
• Adaptive -- can easily adjust to his situation and use it to his advantage
  
• Knowledge -- he knows a lot and he isn't afraid to use it against others
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Deep emotional ties (ex: love, family, ect)
  
• His past
  
• Temper -- quick to anger
  
• Impulsive -- not entirely patient
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Hunting freely without fear of reprimand
  
• Tends to hold people at a distance, especially those who try to learn more about him on a personal level
  
• Is often first to assume control in a situation -- whether it's his place to or not
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Falling in love
  
• Dying
  
• Losing his power
  
• Losing control (situation wise)
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To become invincible -- literally
  
• For the Dark allegiance to prevail
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• The majority of his past, and in particular the origin of his scars.
  

OVERALL
Never was there a man that scorned the earth as much as he, a charismatic devil with a grin to match. Viktor is, to be blunt, the epitome of a vampire. Throughout his horrendous -- and extremely lengthy -- history every ounce of humanity that had once embodied him has withered and rusted with age, falling off in large chunks until a completely feral being is left in his wake. Lunatic wouldn't be the proper label if you were to tag him, for as much of an animal he is -- when compared to humans -- each act he commits has a reason, a motive, forethought. He takes pleasure in his status and knowledge, often wielding both to his advantage in order to get what it is her wants.

While he will immediately deny it and almost never shows any sort of docile behavior to back it up, somewhere deep, deep, deep down in that cold and calloused heart of his lies whatever shred of humanity is left. Because of his lengthy lifespan the majority of his family has already passed on, whether by natural causes, sickness or murder -- more often than not by his own hands -- and he refuses to allow anyone to ever attach themselves to him in such a personal manner again.

MOTHER Elizabeth Ceyra Adrén. (Deceased)
FATHER Michael Zane Adrén. (Deceased)
SIBLINGS Erik Zane Adrén (Deceased), Nicholi Stark Adrén (Unknown)
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE No friends, Infinate victims and not a single lover.
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Viktor is pretty well off, although his earnings are more from his victim's pockets or stolen for his own use.
OVERALL
Viktor, as is known, was birthed roughly around the year of 527 B.C. and lived in a remote village somewhere in eastern Europe for the majority of his mortal life. His village, along with several others, was plagued by the lethal immortal being known as the vampire and while the entire community lived in fear, it was not until Viktor's 25th year of life that the attacks finally drew into chaos. The immortal woman that haunted their homes annually decided it had been time to birth a child of her own blood, taking Viktor from his post as a guard and forcing him into his own immortality.

At first he was like the baser of his kind, lost and unknowing of his own abilities, feeling remorse for every kill and thinking only of himself as an abomination. His creator however, frowned upon the scorn he gave towards his own species, and thus she took him under her wing and educated him in the realm of Vampirism. He was taught the ways of their kind and eventually he followed in her own footsteps, embracing the full potential his powers gifted him and utilizing them to gain whatever it was he wanted or needed. He killed without remorse, took what could be taken and reveled in his own superiority. However it was during his 4th year as a Vampire that his savage ways led him straight back to his own family. Unknowingly, he had been seeking them out, hoping to earn their condolences and return to his beloved family without conflict. His brother Erik -- older and perhaps wiser in his ways than Viktor -- was the first to be found and the first to shun his immortal sibling from the name of the Adren family. Viktor, completely shattered by his brother's own betrayal, slaughtered him with his own hands and teeth. Of course, killing your own sibling that you begrudgingly still cared for despite his actions will ultimately shatter your sense of reality and morality. Viktor, unable to suffer through the first remorse he felt for death at his hands in four years, blamed his own family for 'forcing' Erik to deny him. Driven mad with rage, he attacked the remainder of his family, slaying each he came into contact with until only a single brother remained.

Unbeknowest to Viktor his second sibling, the runt of the Adren litter, had also been gifted with the curse of immortality, ironically enough by his own creator -- whom had abandoned Viktor shortly after his unconscious search for his family began. Completely unsure of how to handle the conflict that had risen before him, Viktor fled from his village and disappeared into the vast expanses of Eastern Europe. He lived his life of immortality in solitude, slowly making a name for himself and his kind by ravaging, slaughtering and pillaging any community resembling his former. His wrath -- although the root of it still remains a mystery -- escalated for the latter part of his years, his crimes piling up until it eventually led mass murders of hundreds of innocent souls over the course of only weeks. Since he has refined his skills into intricate acts, meant to terrify and instill a permanent sense of horror within the races of earth. Ba dum dum.

NAME/ALIAS Chase!
AGE Unicorns
TIME ZONE CST
HOW YOU FOUND US A friend!
OTHER CHARACTERS None!
RP SAMPLE

The following post is from the point of view of a wolf.

The sky had darkened abruptly, clouds rolling from the north and bringing promises of rain. They swelled with the weight of water, darkening and growing more daunting as time passed. Massive dire stood in wait, lurking within the shadows of the firs and pines. His previous intentions had been on a walk, to clear his mind of the boisterous activity of Shadovale. To the king's surprise, one member had been missing from the jeer and up beat rally and on his travels away from the group, the scent became stronger in tide.

Curiosity enveloped the beast as an investigation soon became his objective, and with the silence of the forest aiding him in his concealment, a meeting had a watchmen. Cabaret had meandered away from the eyes of Shadovale to partake in an illegal exchange. Ice blue eyes, sharp with intensity had studied the secretive and brief rendezvous -- his omega and a Blackheart. Now, Akando new the foreign pirate like activity of the soulless pack --which entirely labeled them as enemies in his mind-- and his wariness grew into rage.

Detected by neither himself nor his brother Aluet, the conniving little bastard had slipped past them effortlessly while he carried on with his repugnant trades in a shroud of secrecy. Mind began to test the loyalty of each and every member, dragging out possible accomplices to the traitor. Of course, whilst all of this internal rambling took place, an ear was carefully glued to the words that hissed from between the betrayer's teeth, catching the name he uttered to himself in reassurance. The dull flame that had begun to burn within him ignited into a wildfire, and the alpha found himself uncontrollable with the realization he had been deceived.

Muscles coiled, the flames licking at his stillness and shriveling it into ash as the wolf's gait was quickly changed into a robust gallop. Tail flagged above his spine and arched with dominance as the tree-line was broken -- the only barrier between the lowly 'omega' and the enraged alpha. Akando hit the brakes casually, ice blue eyes burning dangerously as they settled upon the black figure of Cabaret, who was rolling himself in a puddle of thick mud, encasing and fading the scent of Blackheart quite effectively. No matter, the dominant wolf had seen all he needed to prosecute the omega with treachery, and to punish him accordingly.

"Thought you had us fooled didn't you Cabaret? Or should I call you Der Rabe?" It was clearly game over for the supposed omega of Shadovale. Bronze locks of fur were swept up in a gust of wind, the scent of a coming storm only intensifying the tension that rang throughout the atmosphere. "I should have your head traitor, severed from your neck with the grains of my teeth and fed to the buzzards so that I may keep your skull as a reminder!" Lips had already been peeled from gums to expose the glinting points of his teeth in potent aggression. A shockingly thunder-like snarl boomed from his chest towards the less than innocent male, fur spiked with anger.

Akando was quick to take the offense, shooting like a bullet from his standoff position and launching an attack. Jaws were gaped and a sea of teeth was hurled towards the face of the dire's new victim, eyes ignited like blue wildfires. Bronzed king would attempt to snap his jaws onto the snout of the lower ranking wolf, shifting his weight forward in order to usher him to the dirt in a plow like move. Should he miss, the rebound was sure to reach perfection. Ideally, he would go down without a fight, perhaps plead for his life a few times beneath the rage that was now the alpha of Shadovale. The valiant knight suited for armor would not bear mercy on the soul of the damned, and should this wretched male put up a fight against the usually non violent Akando, he would surely be maimed of his heart and breath. No, the cons clearly outweighed the pros for the sad little Blackheart, and surely the Reaver would hand him to Akando without hesitation. After-all, he deserved it, he deserved his ass handed to him.

[ALLY]