Post by thanosdimitriou on Mar 26, 2012 4:18:12 GMT 1
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Playby: Matthias Streitwieser [/center]
Name: Thanos Spyr
Age: 436 Appears to be 24-25ish
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Tall dark and handsom, fit the bill when describing Thanos. He's roughly 6' with a slightly muscled build. Dark black hair that tends to look almost blue in certain lights. His eyes are a pale slate grey that often darken to charcoal when upset. He has a tendency to keep his appearance neat and orderly, sharply dressed and not often found in a pair of jeans or clothing he considers to be lounge wear.
Attitude: Thanos has been around the block a time or two and has little patience with humans and or animals. They are tedious and a part of the food chain nothing more. He was part of the Greek aristocracy and as the son of a senator, was used to receiving and having the best of everything. This did not make him a snob by any means and he can be friendly enough when drawn into conversation and or mingling with others. He is somewhat sardonic in his wit and mannerisms and tends to give the cut direct to those he feels are not up to his level of standard. Thanos does not say much but when he does speak his voice is deep, richly articulated and never harsh or loud. His favorite motto is Speak softly and carry a big stick.
Abilities:Since he has become a Vampire he has learned that he can not tolerate the touch of Silver upon his flesh, Lycan blood not only tastes bad but will make him violently ill. Sunlight is a distant dream best forgot as it's to painful to be endured. His mentor was impaled with a wooden spike so Thanos tends to avoid sharp pointy objects made from such material. While these are all normal Vampire weaknesses, Thanos is not without others.
He is weak to resist a damsel in distress and has erroneously learned that most modern damsels will fake distress in order to bed him. Much to his displeasure.
Thanos is mildly ADHD, and has a difficult time focusing on a task that holds little to no interest to him. With this form of psychological disorder he tends to fidget, for example if sitting his fingers will drum the table top or his foot will swing. Keeping him in perpetual motion constantly and unable to sit still unless in his death sleep.
Also he is often weak against temptations of any sort. Often drawn to things that he should not be meddling in. Be it a pretty woman or a handsome man, if he fancies a taste then there is not much that will stop him from pursuing such temptation.
His strengths, like most vampires he is as strong as several men, he can move at speeds un- calculated appearing to blur or even just disappear at will. Though he does not he simply moves faster then the normal human eye can detect. Thanos can move up a wall much like crawling but not quiet. It is not something he likes to do as he would much rather appear as normal as possible. One other strength of his is his ability to memorize any poetry and recite it perfectly. He has at time the smooth tongue of a poet and will use it should he desire a being.
History: Born in the year 1634, Thanos was born to a wealthy family of the Greek Aristocracy. His father Constantine Spyr and mother Helena Dragas were a loving set of parents, whom doted much on Thanos and his 4 bothers and 2 sisters. His father held a position in Senate and was a respected man of his peers. Being the oldest of his siblings Thanos's father had hoped his son would follow in his footsteps but that was not the case. Thanos had a rather natural talent for the arts and was quiet skilled with literature and the creation of poetry. His tutors begged that he be sent to study at the monistary.
He was soon lost to a world of knowledge and became involved with a man that taught him not only books and words but many other pleasures as well. Septimius Kolokotronis a wealthy vampire and noble found he could not live without young Thanos who had become lover, confidant and friend to the elder. He gladly and willingly let Septimius turn him, on the eve of his 24th birthday. Fully aware of what he'd become. It was during the year of 1912 when the Balkan wars started that Septimius was killed.. robbing Thanos of his maker, lover and most revered friend. Grieving he roamed everywhere, never finding the passion he had lost to war. For a time he lost all passion for the written word and became almost mute. For Thanos had very little to say. He ate when he was hungry, never stayed anywhere for to long. Mingled amongst others of his kind but never finding the same with them that he had with Septimius. A love and thirst for knowledge and blood.
The Apocalypse found him in the Guadalupe Mountains with a group of cave explores, he had started to find something at least to interest him. The deep hidden recesses of the underground filled him with a curiosity that he'd not felt in many a hundred year or so. He and his party of twelve explores had been deep within the Carlsbad Caverns when the world above as they knew it came to an end. The earth shook violently and many of the stalactites fell from the roof of the cavern blocking off their escape. It was many days before the humans food and water supplies started to dwindle and they started to die off.. Thanos waited them out and as the last one died. He began to clear his way out of the rubble. The wasteland he was greeted with was a new and terrible thing. The end of an age and the dawn of a new era.
Again he began to wander, seeking to discover what was left of North America. He came across New Vegas as it stood out a shinning beacon amongst an endless desert of nothingness.
Rule Code Word: 'Elek is made of awesome'
Species Code Word: Soulless
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Rp Sample:
Thanos sat in a chair idly flipping through the pages of designs. He still wore the tattered clothing from the last month of wandering it was filthy at best. His hair was a matted mess and he was growing bored with looking like a street urchin. Maximo fluttered about flustered that while so dirty this man demanded his attention as if he were royalty. "Have a seat." He finally said quiet firmly and gestured to the empty chair.
Maximo stammered and sat much like a trained dog would, all but whimpering. His brow arched sharply upward as he regarded the fashion designer coldly.
"What I require are several suits, silk not cotton, heaven forbid linen. Silk. I am willing Maximo to pay your price." he said and leveled a direct look at the flustered tailor.
"The price!" Maximo squeaked. His eyes wide with disbelief. Here sat this man in what appeared to be nothing but tattered mud streaked rags of camouflage demanding he create silk suits and he would pay the price. The audacity, the nerve of this street rat.
"Sir, you can not afford such prices.. you.. well look at you."
"Precisely, dear Maximo.. I grow weary of this,..." he looked down at his dishabille and then back to the tailor his slate grey eyes darkening in anger. "I no longer wish to remain so and you sir, are going to make me the suits I require. Now!" He added his voice dropping in pitch as he stared the tailor down. The command was given.
Maximo stood and nodded almost as if a marionette lead by invisible strings. He moved, somewhat woodenly and started to take several bolts of silk off of the shelves. "Stand there." He said and pointed to a small dais backed by a trio of mirrors.
Thanos shed what remained of his tattered rags and stood clad only in a simple pair of silk undershorts. The rest of his body he would clean in a short while but for now he would tolerate being measured and fitted. He would not be walking about as a street rat much longer.
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Playby: Matthias Streitwieser [/center]
Name: Thanos Spyr
Age: 436 Appears to be 24-25ish
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Tall dark and handsom, fit the bill when describing Thanos. He's roughly 6' with a slightly muscled build. Dark black hair that tends to look almost blue in certain lights. His eyes are a pale slate grey that often darken to charcoal when upset. He has a tendency to keep his appearance neat and orderly, sharply dressed and not often found in a pair of jeans or clothing he considers to be lounge wear.
Attitude: Thanos has been around the block a time or two and has little patience with humans and or animals. They are tedious and a part of the food chain nothing more. He was part of the Greek aristocracy and as the son of a senator, was used to receiving and having the best of everything. This did not make him a snob by any means and he can be friendly enough when drawn into conversation and or mingling with others. He is somewhat sardonic in his wit and mannerisms and tends to give the cut direct to those he feels are not up to his level of standard. Thanos does not say much but when he does speak his voice is deep, richly articulated and never harsh or loud. His favorite motto is Speak softly and carry a big stick.
Abilities:Since he has become a Vampire he has learned that he can not tolerate the touch of Silver upon his flesh, Lycan blood not only tastes bad but will make him violently ill. Sunlight is a distant dream best forgot as it's to painful to be endured. His mentor was impaled with a wooden spike so Thanos tends to avoid sharp pointy objects made from such material. While these are all normal Vampire weaknesses, Thanos is not without others.
He is weak to resist a damsel in distress and has erroneously learned that most modern damsels will fake distress in order to bed him. Much to his displeasure.
Thanos is mildly ADHD, and has a difficult time focusing on a task that holds little to no interest to him. With this form of psychological disorder he tends to fidget, for example if sitting his fingers will drum the table top or his foot will swing. Keeping him in perpetual motion constantly and unable to sit still unless in his death sleep.
Also he is often weak against temptations of any sort. Often drawn to things that he should not be meddling in. Be it a pretty woman or a handsome man, if he fancies a taste then there is not much that will stop him from pursuing such temptation.
His strengths, like most vampires he is as strong as several men, he can move at speeds un- calculated appearing to blur or even just disappear at will. Though he does not he simply moves faster then the normal human eye can detect. Thanos can move up a wall much like crawling but not quiet. It is not something he likes to do as he would much rather appear as normal as possible. One other strength of his is his ability to memorize any poetry and recite it perfectly. He has at time the smooth tongue of a poet and will use it should he desire a being.
History: Born in the year 1634, Thanos was born to a wealthy family of the Greek Aristocracy. His father Constantine Spyr and mother Helena Dragas were a loving set of parents, whom doted much on Thanos and his 4 bothers and 2 sisters. His father held a position in Senate and was a respected man of his peers. Being the oldest of his siblings Thanos's father had hoped his son would follow in his footsteps but that was not the case. Thanos had a rather natural talent for the arts and was quiet skilled with literature and the creation of poetry. His tutors begged that he be sent to study at the monistary.
He was soon lost to a world of knowledge and became involved with a man that taught him not only books and words but many other pleasures as well. Septimius Kolokotronis a wealthy vampire and noble found he could not live without young Thanos who had become lover, confidant and friend to the elder. He gladly and willingly let Septimius turn him, on the eve of his 24th birthday. Fully aware of what he'd become. It was during the year of 1912 when the Balkan wars started that Septimius was killed.. robbing Thanos of his maker, lover and most revered friend. Grieving he roamed everywhere, never finding the passion he had lost to war. For a time he lost all passion for the written word and became almost mute. For Thanos had very little to say. He ate when he was hungry, never stayed anywhere for to long. Mingled amongst others of his kind but never finding the same with them that he had with Septimius. A love and thirst for knowledge and blood.
The Apocalypse found him in the Guadalupe Mountains with a group of cave explores, he had started to find something at least to interest him. The deep hidden recesses of the underground filled him with a curiosity that he'd not felt in many a hundred year or so. He and his party of twelve explores had been deep within the Carlsbad Caverns when the world above as they knew it came to an end. The earth shook violently and many of the stalactites fell from the roof of the cavern blocking off their escape. It was many days before the humans food and water supplies started to dwindle and they started to die off.. Thanos waited them out and as the last one died. He began to clear his way out of the rubble. The wasteland he was greeted with was a new and terrible thing. The end of an age and the dawn of a new era.
Again he began to wander, seeking to discover what was left of North America. He came across New Vegas as it stood out a shinning beacon amongst an endless desert of nothingness.
Rule Code Word: 'Elek is made of awesome'
Species Code Word: Soulless
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Rp Sample:
Thanos sat in a chair idly flipping through the pages of designs. He still wore the tattered clothing from the last month of wandering it was filthy at best. His hair was a matted mess and he was growing bored with looking like a street urchin. Maximo fluttered about flustered that while so dirty this man demanded his attention as if he were royalty. "Have a seat." He finally said quiet firmly and gestured to the empty chair.
Maximo stammered and sat much like a trained dog would, all but whimpering. His brow arched sharply upward as he regarded the fashion designer coldly.
"What I require are several suits, silk not cotton, heaven forbid linen. Silk. I am willing Maximo to pay your price." he said and leveled a direct look at the flustered tailor.
"The price!" Maximo squeaked. His eyes wide with disbelief. Here sat this man in what appeared to be nothing but tattered mud streaked rags of camouflage demanding he create silk suits and he would pay the price. The audacity, the nerve of this street rat.
"Sir, you can not afford such prices.. you.. well look at you."
"Precisely, dear Maximo.. I grow weary of this,..." he looked down at his dishabille and then back to the tailor his slate grey eyes darkening in anger. "I no longer wish to remain so and you sir, are going to make me the suits I require. Now!" He added his voice dropping in pitch as he stared the tailor down. The command was given.
Maximo stood and nodded almost as if a marionette lead by invisible strings. He moved, somewhat woodenly and started to take several bolts of silk off of the shelves. "Stand there." He said and pointed to a small dais backed by a trio of mirrors.
Thanos shed what remained of his tattered rags and stood clad only in a simple pair of silk undershorts. The rest of his body he would clean in a short while but for now he would tolerate being measured and fitted. He would not be walking about as a street rat much longer.
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