Post by caleb on May 30, 2011 2:38:37 GMT 1
Playby: Daniel Gillies
Name: Caleb Vyne
Age: 630/29
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Caleb is epitome of gentleman in looks and stature. He has light brown hair that he keeps parted down the middle. He stands at six foot six inches and weighs about two hundred ten pounds. He generally dresses in suits and ties to show his almost royal likeness. Some have said he sounds much like that of a duke or more when he speaks. He prefers the dark colors and his eyes have whitened with age.
Attitude: His attitude is much like a cultivated man. He looks down on rudeness yet will return it if need be. He has a strong personality and is generally well mannered. He is the perfect gentleman for the most part but then every man has his weaknesses and he has been known to let his temper come to life quite a bit. He has been known to be quite blunt though he speaks with a gentlemanly appeal. Temperamental he may be but he rarely shows it with his words. He always seems so calm even when he is ripping the heart out of a man that has displeased him.
Abilities: Caleb's strength is by far his strongest ability. He enjoys still his fisticuffs, duals, and sword play even being a vampire. His enhanced speed has come in handy more times than not. His heightened senses are more to be used when needed as well as to over hear things. He has with age also grown into an ability that can be used quite well and easily, compulsion. He mostly uses it for business purpose and as well at play though.
History: Caleb had started out as any duke's son would with royalty in his blood and rumors that he had been actually the bastard son of a King in Ireland. He grew up with old money and dreams aplenty in Scotland. His brother grew up the same way. The two were spoiled beyond compare. The best of everything. Some say the two were as thick as thieves even. The best education money could buy in that time. Caleb had also opted to learning to fight. Fisticuffs, duals, and sword play were the top of his strengths of his education. He was always reckless and far from hesitation until one day he had witnessed his brother murdering a woman at twenty three.
The gentleman couldn't believe he had witnessed it at all. It had torn at him. His word couldn't betray his blood nor could he just stand by as his brother killed the woman but he had been too late. The two fought hard. It was a war between the two but afterward the relationship had been beyond repair. The brothers were torn apart. Many couldn't understand why the gentleman had left and his brother from rumors had gotten worse and crueler as time went on. Caleb stayed away from home as much as possible and soon with each passing day he got colder and more angry with life.
But one night he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had been in a fight at a pub when he was slung clear across the room by a man. Soon though he was thrown from a window from the second story and lay practically broken on the street in a dark alley. He had chuckled and gotten back up slowly holding onto the wall. Blood was coming from his body to drip at his feet when he saw from the moonlight the man coming towards him. He had this feeling he was going to die. His face had become impassive as can be.
He just stared at what he had labeled as Death. His reaper. He knew it as he leaned against the wall taking his shallow breaths. He wouldn't just die without a fight though. Little did he know his brother was putting up a fight all on his own as well. (Leaving that open for if someone wishes to make a character as Caleb's brother. Heh) But Caleb had shoved off the wall and began running towards the man. He felt the backhanded punch across his cheek even as he saw stars. The man had chuckled even as Caleb fought for breath.
He knelt down beside Caleb's body. "I had heard that there was a man called 'The Bastard Prince.' Who knew I would actually meet him in a fight." Was the asshole gloating about beating on him before he would kill him? Caleb coughed spitting blood onto the ground as he whispered so softly. "Long lost words whisper slowly to me Still can't find what keeps me here When all this time I've been so hollow inside I know you're still there..." He spoke with his eyes closed envisioning his brother being the one over his body. "I can feel you pull me down Fearing you, loving you I won't let you pull me down..." He groaned softly then as his head slid to the side and his face lay half in a puddle of his blood.
He didn't see the smile or see the man as he felt the pain of having something go into his neck pulling him down into the darkness more. He felt the blood sliding into his mouth and wanted to spit it out but instead he drank and drank until he was sucking at it as if fighting for his own life once more. The man had chuckled then before speaking. "I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” Caleb wasn't sure what the man meant but right now he was all about surviving.
When he awoke the second time he was in a dark place with arms wrapped around him. He dug trying to get out of the dark place. Had they buried him alive? Oh! Let me out, he wanted to scream. He finally got out and breathed in the air he didn't truly need. Well, that night he tried to get an understanding of what was going on. He was forced back into the ground when the sun began to rise by his Master. "Time for me to depart this world." He heard as he fell into a deep slumber in the ground. His Master had day walked and left him to his loneliness once more.
But in truth did he hate the man? Possibly but being alone was much worse in his opinion. He came up from the ground when the sun came down and the world turned dark. He had awoken and had hungered for more of what the world had to offer. As time grew on and changes were made he had many names. None truly knew his real name or where he had come from. 'The Bastard Prince' had turned to 'Gentleman Death' or as of today 'The Deadly Prince.' It wasn't that he was a vampire prince but more of the way he spoke.
He strolled the world taking what he wanted until the Apocalypse happened. The shock of it actually happening had him running for cover in an abandon building or so he thought but when he got into the building there were others of his kind there. He began to go downstairs but then the running down them took forever. He could hear their steps as they followed him down. Down underneath the ground into the basement. He heard them murmuring about his manner of dress and once they reached the basement he had leaned against a wall. "Each press against a wall." They did so though some questioned his sanity.
He held his wall up even as it shook underneath his hands. The others grunted and groaned with each of the shakes. He looked up to watch the roof of the basement as it shook. He thought it would collapse but then everything settled even though some chunks of the roof had fallen. He let go the wall slowly even as the others did the same. "We must get above ground now." He looked up at the ceiling even as he began to move. "Get out!" He whispered the words and they began to move. Something told him he would need them to make it to some place safe.
"Stay together though once outside. 'Gentleman Death' will be coming to keep you company." A man stopped and turned abruptly at his words. "You are..." The man couldn't get the words out. "You are a myth! There is no such man." Caleb looked at the man with such an impassive look as if saying are you certain that I am not who I say I am. The man ran up to meet with the rest just as the ceiling cracked along the middle and began to fall.
Caleb began to run as fast as he could to get out before the building collapsed further on him. He was just a blur as the building began to fall he took steps jumping when he had to until he made it outside. He bent over even as the last man in the basement came up to him. "You cannot be him..." He looked over at the man and straightened to his full height and put his hands to his sides. "If I am not him then someone is making a mockery of my own name." It was his own simple reply as he began to walk.
"Where are you going?" The man demanded and Caleb shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps to see where we are and what damage that has occurred." He heard their steps as they followed him and heard their whispers as the man had told them whom they were to be traveling with. The whole world as they traveled seemed to have become nothing at all but it didn't deter Caleb at all. He hadn't survived only to find nothing. Soon though they heard word of a city for their kind.
The man he had found said he heard some vampires having been passing by. He offered him safety to travel with them and so he became part of the group of seven that traveled along with them. Some of them had fallen victim along the way until only four remained and Caleb was starting to wonder if they would make it. He kept the one who knew of the place and how to get there safe. To him he was as protected as a babe.
Finally they made it when all hope was gone from those that traveled with him. They knew even less about him even with having traveled with him but they knew he was 'The Gentleman Death.' They knew by the end of their travels because of how nothing seemed to phase that calm and indifferent exterior and the way he spoke sent chills down many of their spines. He walked into the place with his now small group. New Vegas. A place to see what may become.
With the new home he began to grow with a bar that started out small and slowly began to grow with him until it became the most popular place save for the Casinos. Styx. In a way he enjoyed the place beyond measure. He knew he wasn't as old as those that first came here to create this place but he was growing in age as time continued to pass.
Rule Code Word: Nuke
Species Code Word: Drain
Rp Sample: Caleb lay there relaxing on the couch with the cards and chips still scattered on the table. He would clean it up later. Everyone knew that he was the one who kept this room cleaned unless he had to leave in haste and then it was put to Marquis. Marquis had been a constant companion and friend for quite some time. From what Marquis had told him he had once been a sword fighter in India. The man looked rough with all the tattoos and piercings he had but Caleb had helped save his life here in New Vegas. They had quickly become friends after that and from what Marquis had said he would continue to be until the debt was repaid. Caleb had shrugged a shoulder and told him that there was no debt to be repaid but Marquis was stubborn.
His thumb slid over the shape of the fang in his hand and he could remember the story from the man of how it had passed through time without even a dent on it's perfect bone. His free hand lay off of the couch almost to the floor as he rolled onto his side. Tonight had been very gainful for him. Perhaps he would later go and find himself a good man or woman to have a party with. But then he heard a voice in his ear. His eyes narrowed under his arm after opening. The voice was so sweet and delicious that he didn't want to immediately move his arm and wanted to hear that voice again. "If it were a dream I was having I would have gladly woken to such a voice in my ear."
His arm slid off of his eyes and he looked up at the man still holding the Fang in his hand so that it was laying more on his chest as he looked up still not getting up. "How did you get in, my friend?" His words cultured as that which could only come from a long life. "Did you sneak in before the card game?" He let a corner of his mouth twitch at that. "Are you here to seduce or kill me? Such a shame if you were a stalker. It would have been so much easier just to ask. I am a gentleman after all and couldn't deny a handsome man such as yourself." He stretched on the couch. "I couldn't make a wish under such a hasty quickness like this."
He chuckled underneath his breath. "May I ask what name they bestowed on one such as yourself? It should be something along the lines of some God from Mythologies. They say Cupid was a devilish looking man but could stop breathes from just walking into the room. I must say you nearly took mine away." He continued to look up into his face.
