Post by casimiryates on May 24, 2012 17:12:28 GMT 1
Playby:Joe Manganiello
Name:Casimir Yates
Age:92/Appears 34
Sex:Male
Sexual Orientation:Bisexual
Species:Lycan
Physical Description:Physique of sculpted muscles, the athletic build of Casimir is honed by his constant working on carpentry and other construction means. He’s had some fighting skills from long ago that carried over into his transformation. Height of 6’5”inches and a weight of 225lbs fills out his frame with lean muscle and definition. His hair is dark brown almost black. His eyes are a rich chestnut that would remind someone of warm chocolate, a definite contradiction to his demeanor. He’s never fully shaven he will clean up, but likes to keep his scruff. Several tattoos are scattered over his body. The mainly visible one is the tattoo of an angel’s feather (It’s just a tattoo) that carries the name of his daughter Ella. A personal way of trying to let go of the past and still mourn the loss of his little girl.
Attitude:Little things tend to set him off as he stays in a very constant stage of emotion over the memories that haunt him still. He gets angry when he’s working on a job and someone tries to tell him how to do it better. Usually the aggressor towards women, he becomes frustrated when a woman or man is to forward and will try to stubbornly ignore them. He doesn’t flip out every five seconds but he has to really work to keep himself contained. He is definitely working on it but he does struggle with what has become of him and what has happened to the world as he knew it. A strong silent type at times, though he prefers to feel he has control of his surroundings. Just like most men he has a weakness for beautiful things be it female or male.
Abilities:Little things tend to set him off as he stays in a very constant stage of emotion over the memories that haunt him still. He gets angry when he’s working on a job and someone tries to tell him how to do it better. Usually the aggressor towards women, he becomes frustrated when a woman or man is to forward and will try to stubbornly ignore them. He doesn’t flip out every five seconds, but he has to work to keep himself contained. He is definitely working on it, but he does struggle with what has become of him and what has happened to the world as he knew it. A strong silent type at times, though he prefers to feel he has control of his surroundings. Just like most men he has a weakness for beautiful things be it female or male.
History:We’ve all had those memories, moments, and pasts that we wish we could forget. Everyone has had one of those days, and if you say you haven’t then perhaps your fooling yourself. Casimir is no different, wishing at times that when he remembers he could just forget again. Glimpses and flashes of his past life haunt him reminding him that once long ago he was a normal man. That the world wasn’t as screwed up as it is now, and that he was loved by a wonderful wife and daughter. Ella, his little girl was very much his world, and her loss means more to him than anything. It was a life that he felt was too early to end. It’s all gone at present, the wife, the kid, the home with white picket fence and big goofy Labrador. Casimir now knows that some dreams are meant to be shattered and broken.
It’s been 58 years since the day of his accident. The once owner of a family-run construction business called Yates Construction, he inherited from his father. Young and fresh out of college he had a brand-new wife Yasmin, whom at the time was pregnant with their daughter, though he had thought of leaving the family business, he knew that he had to take care of his family. Finding that he actually loved creating and building things it was a passion that only completed his life more. Happiness is not always meant to last. However, Casimir found this out the hard way.
It was late in June of 2012 the nights had been sweltering hot for the past few weeks. Casimir’s construction company was hired to break ground and start work on the new office building on the outskirts of town. It was an area they were trying to revitalize. Anything to clean up the reputation of the place and to make the community forget of the murders that occurred there several years prior. The site had been running into its share of problems such as breakins, theft, sabotage and even one or two of the guard dogs being found, mutilated and killed. So far, none of his workers had been hurt so there hadn’t been much he could do, but keep calling the police and filling out the reports. The finish date for the project was pushed back several times due to this problem. Upon the night, he was called. He had been home enjoying dinner with his family. Casimir had never been short of temper with his family, but there were other things he had a short fuse for and when it came to his work or property being fooled with that was one of the things that would set him off. He had received the call that once again the site had been vandalized and broken into, informing the police he would be right there he hung the phone up. He hugged his little girl and tucked her into bed, Kissed his wife good-bye and headed out the door. He didn’t know that it would be the last time he saw either of them alive.
Arriving at the construction site he pulled in behind the police cruiser. It sat there lights still flashing. The siren was off giving everything an eerie feeling in the glow and flash of the red and blue lights. Grabbing his flashlight, keys and a baseball bat from behind the seat of his truck he exited. Calling out hello as he walked forward slowly. It warranted him no response. He had felt as if something was watching him, but became oblivious to it as he approached the cop car. Peering inside he saw nothing but a mutilated mess of the two officers bodies. Their limbs had been ripped clean, throats had been crushed with partial faces mauled. He had turned to throw up feeling the nausea from the site before him when he heard the low growl. Looking up and shining his flashlight towards the side of the site in shadows allowed him to see the glint of the beast's eyes. Turning quickly he had begun to run for the one place he thought was safe at the small work building on the site. He had made it but a few feet before a swipe of a claw had knocked him into the side of the building. The rest was a blur as he was knocked unconscious from the pain his last thought had been of his little girl and loving wife.
He awoke unsure of who he was. Only the few items in his pocket told him his name and date of birth. Unsure of how he lived, what had happened, or if he was even supposed to be alive? At most realizing what he was after his first change. His memory had returned merely a little over time. Most had remained blocked until shortly after the apocalypse. He received a strong enough jolt while fighting for his life to remember his wife and daughter. Panic seized him, and he fought to return to save them, he hoped. He was too late when he arrived home it was destroyed. The gruesome sight had done him in triggering a shift as his emotions raged causing him to run away. Only instinct to keep himself alive kept him moving. Making his way to New Vegas, he struggled to get a grip upon himself, sneaking into the city he now works by picking up odd jobs here and there and doing construction and repairs. Doing his best to keep a low profile and avoiding vampires.
Rule Code Word:Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word:Moonkin
Clarification Code Word:firefly.
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: vampires do not. attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample: With his back to the door Casimir once again lost himself into his work. The monotonous tone of the hammer coming down had droned him into a passive state. It was moments like this when he lost himself in the memories. Tap! Tap! Slam! Then repeat was the sound as he moved steadily putting together the top of the cabinets that the lady’s husband had put in an order for. The heat was making this usually easy job more of a pain in the ass than normal. Stopping and taking a break his hands shifted to the hem of his shirt pulling it off and tossing it on the saw horse behind him. The windows were open, but a breeze wasn’t happening. Looking at his hands, she dusted the saw dust off of them on his jeans, moving his left forearm up to brush away the sweat on his brow. These people were better off than most others. Looking around at the fancy décor and he started to get a little pissed off. Here he was living day to day and having to hide underground most of the time like some mutt who pissed on the rug. Shaking his head, he growled the sound vibrating within his throat. Turning back to his work, he jerked up the level and placed it on the counter crouching, so he could see the little bubble level between the lines. The light caught in the fluorescent liquid and played on the skin of his arm distracting him and triggering a memory.
A child’s laughter floated around him. “ Come catch me daddy! Bet you can’t! “ Ella squealed with glee as she ran around him and his tools. They were outside it was a beautiful day a soft breeze rustled the leaves. “RAWR! “ He made a face at her and reached out purposely missing as she squealed and ran away laughing. He felt himself laugh, and that moment of happiness settled on him. Glancing to the porch, he noticed his wife lounging in the chair drinking tea and reading. While feeling Ella creeping closer to him. Once she was in distance, he would seize her lifting her up and playing like he was going to eat her making growling noises. Her laughter sounding high as she grabbed his head. “ Daddy Stop it stoooppp!” as she wiggled trying to free herself, he did smiling as he lowered her back down to the ground. Feeling an arm slide around his waist he spoke softly. “ The beast has been tamed…” Looking over his shoulder expecting to see his wife. A harsh reality he was pulled back into when he realized that it had all been a dream, and the arms around him were not his long-dead wives but the lady of the house.
“Hello, Lover.” She purred nuzzling her lips against his neck and nipping lightly upon his flesh. The shiver ran down his spine. Not one of pleasure but one of disgust as he hated his body's response to the beautiful brunette. Hand came down to one of her arms jerking her around him as he spun pinning her roughly to the wall. His knee shoved between her thighs as he lifted her slightly up off the ground. Mouth would move to the curvature of her neck allowing the bristle of his beard tickle over the flesh. The hand on her waist holding her slightly up would tighten upon her skin almost bruising. The other had her arm pinned over her head, slowly it released her wrist trailing down her arm the calloused tips of fingers brushing against her skin. As he reached her neck fingers would curl so that the backs of knuckles lightly grazed up her neck finally comimg to rest cupping her jaw. His head would pull back as he let his rich dark brown eyes settle on her face. He could feel her breath shorten as she anticipated him kissing her. A smirk formed on his features one of disgust. “I’m not your lover…Get out. I need to finish my work.” Pulling back from her with a jerk he reigned in his beast as it clawed to the surface wanted to sedate more than one hunger with the woman before him. “ Go.” With that he would turn and stride back to what he was doing leaving her hanging there her mouth slightly agape at what had just happened.
