Post by Marcel Chevalier on Feb 21, 2012 8:21:24 GMT 1
Playby: Gaspard Ulliel
Name: Marcel Chevalier
Age: 860/25 years
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Vampire (born)
Physical Description: Marcel is the very picture of refinement and nobility from his fine chiselled features down to his softly accented but otherwise perfect elocution. His thick dark hair is a little long and his eyes ancient pale from birth. He has a small scar on his left cheek reminiscent of a dimple. He has taste, style and grace, his every move a study in old world elegance and class.
Attitude: Marcel is first and foremost a gentleman. Born into the High Middle Ages, a time of aristocracy and chivalry, his bearing epitomises Noblesse oblige. But he is also a deeply sensual creature and he has his pride. A blood-born vampire descended of Drake Legend himself, Marcel has moved with flair in circles most vampires would barely dare to dream of. His savoir-faire is about to be sorely tested as he wakes after two centuries to a very different world.
Abilities: Standard vampire strengths and weaknesses
Marcel is possessed of a mild form of mass hypnosis. He is quite charismatic, able to influence those around him to see things his way and he is able to manipulate the emotions of those around him - calm down a room of angry people, for example, or excite a lethargic crowd, conversely. It's a very subtle gift.
History:
Marcel was born in 1210 and he had the good fortune to have been born a vampire. He lived amongst his own, the secret masters of the world, his family and his lovers and spared hardly a thought for mankind beyond the sweet sustenance of their blood. All things seemed possible to the young vampire, all joys to be embraced, all loves to be pursued. His loyalty to his line and his King was as fierce as his love of them. He dwelt it seemed in a state of beauty and grace.
But even onto such a gentle and romantic soul as his could shadows fall. It was a broken heart lead him to cross the ocean to the Americas with the early settlers where he sought out peace in relative solitude and found by chance what he never thought he would again... love.
It was the scent of blood that had drawn Marcel at first to the desert plain and the still figure that lay there in the moonlight and a curious compassion that had him carry the half dead boy back to his home. He was as moved by the boy's determination as by the promise of beauty that he had only just begun to grow into. Marcel didn't really know how to talk to the boy and so he said little, but slowly the boy began to open to him, to trust him. It was a strange feeling for Marcel but he liked it.
When the other humans returned with their ugly intent, he remembered the long bloody welts across Hoyt's back and in sudden anger he moved on them faster than their eyes could follow and snapped their fragile spines like twigs. When he turned to the golden haired boy he was pleased to see no fear in his blue eyes.
The years passed and Marcel continued to visit his young human friend and he watched as the brave adorable boy grew to be a courageous and beautiful man. Never before had he been quite so enraptured by a human, so absorbed in the small things they did and the urgency of their brief lives. Sometimes he imagined he could even smell the sunlight in Hoyt's golden hair, something he himself had never known.
The night that Marcel's past finally caught up with him was to change everything between Marcel and Hoyt, it was that night that his hand was tipped and he became Hoyt's maker.
It had been foolish of him to believe that Darius' bitterness would fade with separation, that he would see the passage of time in fleeting moments as Marcel did. Darius had not been blood-born, though he had been by a small measure the elder. He had dominated their relationship from the beginning and at first Marcel had loved him for it. But slowly he had come to chaff against his lover's hand, he was too adventurous, too flirtatious to truly be the possession of his lover and when in the end they came to bitter blows he had fled broken hearted from Darius raging sense of betrayal.
There was no more love in Darius, no forgiveness, he wished only to punish his errant lover and it was only the urgency of Hoyt's plight, bleeding and broken in the street that gave Marcel the determination to finally put Darius down. But once again the gentleness in him was to be his undoing, for Darius was not dead.
When Hoyt woke to his new life beside Marcel in the soft earth's embrace, Marcel was afraid of his reaction. He had been a friend and mentor to the young human but nothing more, and when his golden haired child woke in his arms Marcel knew he wanted so very much more. But Hoyt's love for his oldest friend and maker proved to be enough, Marcel could love again and be loved in return.
His happiness however was to be short lived as within a few short decades Darius would find him again, and despite Marcel's best efforts to save Hoyt, Darius fuelled by his fury tore into Marcel and with a cruel and brutal finality ripped his head from his shoulders. As the darkness closed on his vision Marcel's last sight was Darius looming over his beloved child.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word:Soulless
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Rp Sample:(Mod)
