Post by billestrange on Jan 11, 2011 14:06:38 GMT -5
Playby:Liam Neeson
Name: Abraham VanHelsing
Age: 588 years old, but I can appear between mid-twenties to earlier sixties.
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Species: a supernatural human; but I refused to be referred to as such since I have been blessed by God.
Physical Description:
I am 6'2 and I weigh 185 pounds. I lack leisure time to indulge in any meals that are out of my elements of "health." My muscles are defined, chiseled and my heart pumps a mile a minute when I engage in a chase that I don't tire from until my opponent is down. My hair is kept short, ash brown locks that would get darker and gray when I reach my "dying" age; my hair also sweep over my blue-gray eyes. I have acquired a paleness to my skin, the bronze that it once was dissipating as I spent most of my time actively hunting - working - from early evenings until l ate into the night. Moving to Forks has not helped in restoring my sun-kissed glow, but I cannot complain. All is for God. My attire varies. When I am not hunting for rogues or other felons, I prefer a well, do-good appearance. I am clean-shaved, hair parted rightly and I don a dress shirts and slacks. I was born a gentleman, and I remain to this day, a gentleman, but of course I have followed the times in acquiring the "modern" look. One would be surprised to see me without my long coat. At all times, I carry with my my darling Elizabeth's locket, tucked close to my heart and my father's pocket watch.
Attitude: My attitude? You want to know how I think!? You can't ever truly know the person I am, or any other in the matter. They may word themselves or "bare their souls," but there is a switch that can shift a "steady" persona at will. I was once a truly happy man of God, with a lovely wife, and three children. I was a hunter for the right reasons, until those reasons meshed. Leviathan has clouded my better judgement. Driven to madness, I aim to be the cause of his end. With the dark clouds swirling in my thoughts, I cannot fathom living fully in the daylight. My hours are tied to the night because I am actively hunting them, the blights of humanity. Under God's protection and His name, I will help restore order and peace to humankind. I remain a gentleman, more or less, the era of my original birth has bred me to treat others as I would myself. I have a tenderness for children, and will go through every means to protect them all. The youth is our future, and sadly, the most in need of protection. Because of Leviathan, I have gained a nasty temperature that could rival a demon's. I can be quite blinded, but God has always restored my sight to keep on my task. [/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: N/A
Father: Ivan VanHelsing, deceased
Mother: Catarina VanHelsing, deceased
Siblings: N/A
Abilities:
Reincarnation. When death prevails, I am reborn, with all of my memories intact. I am built to slay the darkness, therefore I do not tire from my focus. I train, I hunt, I kill. Relieving my soul mistakenly has given me capabilities that a simple human could not uphold. My reflexes and senses are attuned; reflexes, unconsciously so, but I can see quite clearly in the night, which makes putting down those heathens much easier!
History:
(King Elek's History of Abe)
My name is Abraham VanHelsing. I was born in the year 1422 to a devout Catholic family. I was raised to know the difference between good, and evil. As a young man, I had the misfortune of discovering the existence of Vampires. My family was murdered by them while I was busy with my studies, preparing to become a priest in the church. I was taken in by Father Brachio, who completed my education and enrolled me in a special school for slayers.
The church had known about the Vampires for a very long time. I chose to become a slayer rather than a priest. Although I never saw any vampires, not even the ones who killed my family, I continued to train until I was ready.
I went on many missions to clear out the covens of vampires and I did very well at what I did. I caught the attention of a certain Demon who pretended to be an Angel who had independent ideas of the matters of mythical creatures. I had no idea I was being deceived and I still believe the words he said. He approached me and told me they were all evil, every last one of them and that there was more than vampires to fear in the world. I did not want to believe it at first. He visited me often, planting seeds of doubt, twisting my thoughts. I asked him one day what was his name, he simply told me to call him…Levi.
Over the years, I met and fell in love with my sweet Elizabeth. We were married and we started a family. We had three children. There came a day when I was ready to retire from the slayer business, much to the chagrin of my friend, Levi. He told me it was a bad idea. That if I retired, there would be no stopping the vampires from destroying me. I grew angry, I told Levi to go away, to never darken my doorstep again. He left and I did not see him again for three weeks.
At the end of the three weeks, I was bringing home toys for the children for Christmas. When I arrived, little did I know, Levi had come to my home and killed my family. Of course I did not know this. He arrived shortly after I did to console me. He told me he warned me, that the vampires had come and he could not save my family alone. My rage was pure. I went on a killing spree, unrivaled by anything the church had ever arranged. I became known to be the best vampire slayer in history.
One day, I was set up. I went to investigate a coven of vampires but Levi had warned them that I was coming, of course, once again, I was not aware of Levi’s hand in the dirty work. I still trusted him. But, I was captured and tortured and left for dead. Of course my place in heaven was guaranteed because of the work I had done for God. But my work was not finished. I pleaded with God to save me, but I did not get an answer from heaven. Instead Levi came and offered me a deal; my soul for immortality. I agree’d, thinking Levi was an angel and authorized by God to make the deal. I did not know that when he said his master would get my soul, that his master was Lucifer.
Levi disappeared after that. I soon learned that whilst I continued to age, My body would die around the physical age of 60 and I would climb out of the old body as a newborn with all my memories intact. I would grow to full maturity in the matter of days. Then I would take over my estate as my own son. I was always careful to fake the birth of a son when I reached the physical age of 40 so that this was possible.
I found that through my foundation, I was able to bribe the government of the United States to allow me to hunt and kill mythical creatures legally, under the disguise of a government agency. I have more power now than ever before. Levi began visiting me again. I enjoy our little discussions and always come away feeling more and more determined to exterminate all mythical creatures. My hatred of them has grown exponentially since the day I became immortal.
Ten years ago, I had the misfortune of discovering that vampires had royalty. There were the Volturi in Italy. I was concerned that they were too powerful. I had spies find out what they could about the Volturi and discovered that they had only two fears. The Cullen’s in Fork Washington was one fear. I had yet to discover the other until I moved the agency into the area where the Cullen’s had their own little domestic mythical community; which I decided I was going to clear them all out. Things were going smoothly, until the Cullen’s called in the multibillionaire owner of the Corinthian Corporation, which specializes in security and technological advancement. That was when I discovered this man was a vampire; a very powerful vampire; a worthy opponent. His coven was unheard of in size. The power he posses makes it impossible for me to get close to him. Every time my men have encountered him, half disappear, the other half return confused and have no idea who they are, where they have been and what the hell happened.
I have decided that this man, this…vampire, Erik Corinthian is the focus of my efforts to ride the world of freakish abominations like him. I have my scientists working on every way possible to get close to this creature and destroy him. For now all I can do is try to reduce his numbers by capturing and killing all mythicals that my agents can get their hands on. All red eyed vampires are terminated immediately, but the gold eyed ones, they are Corinthians lot, or very much like him are being held at the Washington campus for the purpose of experimention and torture for information. One of these days, I will get lucky and capture someone close to him, putting me in a position to bargain for his surrender and extermination.
Head my words, all mythical creatures are evil. They must all be exterminated. They must all die.
RP Sample:
The same chill of every night brought the same quiver to his weary bones. Abraham looked far from weary, however, his intense blue-gray focals trained on any shifts in the shadows. The male present appeared as if he was going for an evening stroll instead of a hunt. Handsome as ever since he was currently donning the appearing of being in his early thirties, Abe was in his game as he swiftly moved with the soft padding of boots giving way to his location to only the most keen of auditory senses. His lean, tall frame was enshrouded with black, but fitted: a turtleneck with a pair of leather holsters crossed over his chest and strapping a snub-nosed revolved and a colt custom magnum to his sides; a long coat with the collar turned upward, swept down to his ankles where simple, black jeans bedecked his long, powerful legs. Abe moved with a purpose, the hem of his coat swishing behind him as he fingered the silver cross clenched to his palm, the chain wrapped thrice around his wrist.
The cold hair rippled his shortened, dark locks as he paused beneath a lamplight. The city was quiet as the devil's hour drew near. He inhaled deeply, intaking the crystalline dew of fog that could rival London's. Forks was not any different, a state barely opened to the sun. Dark clouds rolled no matter the season, and Abe had yet to discover the rare patches of sunlight in this dark, depressing town. A town that reeked of blasphemy, sin and blood. A movement caught the corner of his astute vision, but Abe did not incline his head. Quiet footsteps that could only come from small, bare feet perked his hearing, and provoked him to turn. The steely facade of a hunter was suddenly ridden with shock. A girl, no a child stood before him, covered in rags and bearing the ravenous red eyes of a killer. The man stared, astounded and then full of sorrow; she looked nothing more than thirteen.
His hand clutched tighter the cross between his fingers that it stabbed. The pain kept him glued to the present, though his memories began to take its course, toward a different time. A time where his children had been alive. Full of sorrow, the hunter's hand moved toward the gun, and he whispered a prayer. The child moved slowly at first, hands bared out like claws for the kill. A snarl started in her throat before unleashing, and she shot toward him. Abe's revolver was already in his hand as she tiny, slender body soared and he caught her mid leap. The tears ran hotly down his face, but he bore no expression.
Species Code:Clark Kent
Rules Code:Fried Chicken[/size]
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