Post by Vayne Stavros on Apr 24, 2014 17:49:30 GMT
WELCOME TO MYSTIC FALLS,
VAYNE ARIC STAVROS !
| DEVIL MAY CARE | FLIRTY | COCKY |
VAYNE ARIC STAVROS !
| DEVIL MAY CARE | FLIRTY | COCKY |
[BASICS]
... easy to say
Name: Vayne Stavros
Nicknames: Vaynie
Age: 835 (looks about 18)
Birthdate: 05. 25. 1178.
Gender: Male
Speicies: Vampire
Canon or Original: Original
[THE LOOKS]
... don't let them get to you
Height: 6'4
Build: Slender/Muscular
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Bright blue
Play- By: Andy Biersack
[INSIDE]
who you really are...
Likes:
Women
A good show
Rock n Roll/Metal
Reading
Whiskey
Partying
Snakes
Personal Freedom
Dislikes:
Religion
Lonliness
A bad player
Hip hop
Sitting still
Senseless Actions
Ignorance
overly judgy people.
Strengths:
Musically Gifted
Valiance
Cunning
Charm
Confidence
Weaknesses:
Alcohol
Cocky
Defiant
Rebellious
Women
Personality:
Vaybe is pretty easy to get along with as long as you're not annoying the crap out of him or trying to kill him. If you're doing any of these things he will try his best to avoid you, and if he can't he'll most likely try to kill you or break you until you get the point he doesn't want to be bothered. To his friends he's kind and will go out of his way to help you, but to his enemies he will go out of his way to avoid you or get rid of you. Whichever one is better, though he doesn't like to have to clean up a murder mess so he'll probably just try very hard to stay away from you even if he could tear you apart with ease, he doesn't want to be bothered with the trouble that goes along with a missing person.
Vayne thinks very highly of himself and his looks, he can often appear to be a Narcissist but he isn't Dorian Gray about it. He thinks he can do what he wants without consequence, within reason of course. He knows very well the trouble certain things can cause such as murder and several other felonies. He loves to mess around and play. He can be immature and cruel in this sense, but he never means to hurt anyone's feelings when he's joking. Hurting someone is only intentional when he's out to get you. Even for a fallen angel he's not completely heartless. If he picks on you it usually means he likes you or at least enjoys having you around. If he didn't then he would just ignore you or do his best to make your life a living hell.
Parents:
Mother: Sarai Stavros
Father: James Stavros
(Both dead)
Siblings: None
Other: None
History:
Vayne was born in Scotland in the mid 1100's originally named Andrew Becket, but changed it on his arrival to America. He grew up in a small village close to the ocean. He learned to fish, hunt, and grow crops like most of the people in his village. During his teen years he helped stop the Vikings from pillaging villages and all sorts of awful things. That was when things took a turn for the worse. One of his superiors found his skills quite exceptional and took an interest in training him one on one. Vayne went through months of tasks and deadly missions, it was live or die. What Vayne didn't know was that his master was a vampire who planned to turn him. The teacher offered him a special 'potion' that was supposed to make him stronger, but it was actually his masters blood. Vayne drank it being too tired to think straight, he found himself waking up with a strange hunger and attacked his master's other students, killing each of them. His lust for battle and excitement had magnified so much that in the nights he attacked Viking settlements catching them by surprise in their sleep! He couldn't fight with the other soldiers during the day so he found them useless to him attacking their camps as well. Finally the enemy armies fled Vayne village and he escaped with his teacher to Poland to avoid being hunted. Though it was only a short time before his reckless behavior exposed his master and himself leaving them no choice but to flee again. Vayne sired a few vampires to take the blame for them as they took off into the night.
As the decades passed the same cycle occurred and Vayne's Sire planned to kill his progeny. Of course the boy welcomed the chance to take on his own teacher. The fight ended with Ryder leaving his masters organs hanging all over the forest they fought in. You'll probably hear him say he was more sick than Vlad the impaler, this of course is a comparison to his organ forest and Vlad's forest of the impaled. Anyways back to the story, he ended up traveling south and into Africa because he wanted to know what the blood of one from another continent tasted like.
Vayne built himself a small hut he would sleep in during the day, but was captured just as the sun was setting. They planned to kill him, but he proved himself a 'great spirit' by flinging his captors across the jungle like rag-dolls. For many months Ryder dwelt with them, telling the stories of his now 100 years on this Earth. He quickly learned their language, and communicated with the tribe more fluently. He told them of the Vikings, his teacher, and his travel to their land. They believed he had come to bless them, but he was just lonely and wanted some company. In exchange for their hospitality he promised to protect them from dark spirits and their enemies. He warned them that many like him were evil and would do them harm, and taught them to use herbs so ward off their 'magic'. Why was he doing this? In case an enemy of his came to the tribe while he was there and compelled them to turn on their new leader. Soon though the boy left the tribe claiming 'he must return to the spirit realm' then blurred far away.
Vayne traveled to Israel, not really knowing where he was going or caring for that matter. At the time it was under Arab rule and well a boy from Scotland stuck out like a sore thumb. They thought him the devil himself when he attempted to impress them with his powers. The Arabs and the Jews there wanted him dead, but saw he couldn't be killed like an average man which made them believe he was a demonic manifestation even more. Now being hunted by these people relentlessly he had no choice but to flee farther east into Arabia by night.
The next few centuries were filled with his journey into china where he resided in Hong Kong living with monks. He used his usual Great being routine and they gave him shelter. He dwelt among them and their descendants for two centuries! On the turn of the next century he began his journey to London, England making it there by the 1800s! The Victorian era was his favorite as he partied and drank himself drunk! The current year he has made his way into Mystic Falls for no other reason than, he can.
[THE PUPPETEER]
... behind the curtain
Alias: Xemzo
Experience: 5-6 years
How you found us: Proboards support
Other characters: None
How we should contact you: AIM: xheavenslightx
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It was late and most of Mystic Falls was probably asleep or in each others pants. The crescent moon was shining overhead and he smiled. That was a good sign, it would be a while before the next full moon which meant he didn't have to worry about dog attacks. The beasts weren't the most formidable unless on a full moon, which almost always ended in a bite and death soon after. He didn't know if there were wolves here, but something was here and it wasn't human.
It was like looking at one of those sex offender maps in a town where they all gathered for a conference except without the red dots. You just knew they were there like it was a sixth sense. Most of them were probably vampires, they were the most numerous of the super world. Mostly because they were like supernatural cockroaches, he could easily spread himself like a flood across a city in a matter of days. It was a useful tool, but troublesome. Not only did so many risk exposing, but he couldn't control them after they turned. It took beating them into submission to make them obey most of the time, but in the end they didn't live very long. Only a few vampires had it in them to exist so long.
Vayne's footsteps resounded in the square as he slowly made his way around it. For a second he thought he heard another set of steps in the area, but he shrugged it off. Not like he had anything to worry about, he could take care of himself. But there it was again, the footsteps he had heard them more clearly this time as he stopped and turned seeing nothing, "I know you're there!" He said aloud crossing his arms over his chest waiting for the inevitable response.
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