Eric Northman (finished)

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Playby:Alexander Skasgard

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Name: Eric Northman
Age: actual age, 1070 years old, but I look 30
Sexual Orientation: Wouldn't you like to know?
Species: vampire
Physical Description: what is there to not like? I tower over six feet, built like the modern day athlete with my broad shoulders and trimmed frame; though how I came to this impressive figure was not from "sports." I am a killer and a warrior. My once long blonde hair is cut short, a better way of discerning me from my twin. *spoken with irritation* I have my smoldering blue stare, the question is, can you handle it when I look at you?
Attitude: I have a strong understanding of human nature and I use that to my advantage when manipulating them. I am quick to learn others weaknesses and use it to get what I want. I usually get what I want. I am shrewd and demanding. When I give an order I expects for it to be obeyed. I do not believe in riding the middle of the fence. You either have my loyalty or you don't. I am slow to ally with anyone but once I do I am a powerful ally indeed. I have a soft side which is apparent from my relationship with my maker, Godric and with my progeny, Pam. (-King Elek)[/size]

Family/Pack or Coven: Shreveport That's all I'm going to say.
Father: I have my Maker, Godric
Mother: Dead
Siblings: Alexander Corinthian, my twin.
Abilities: I am a vampire. I can kill you on sight if you show any disregard. I am superior in speed, strength and my bites make my victims weak in the knees. Blood fuels me, but of course I have my weaknesses, unfortunately based after most classical lore. My age, however, only fuels my strength. I am a strategist, and how can you not resist my charms .
History: (Thank you, King Elek! )

I was born over 1070 years ago to a King. Few people know that I had an identical twin named Alexander. We were both wild and untamed. Alexander took a family before I did. My first experience with vampires was when our father was killed by werewolves and a vampire took his crown and left. Our mother and sister were killed as well. We became the rulers of our people and we fought in many battles. Our village fell victim to a terrible illness that killed many of our people. It left us vulnerable to attack. My brother and I did our best to keep everyone alive by separating the sick from the healthy. But then the rains came. The walls washed away and we rebuilt them, only to have them wash away again. Then my brother and his baby became ill, his heir died. The village was in a shambles and that was like an open invitation to raiders to attack our village. And it wasn't long before my worst fears came true.
One night as I was walking through the village with my beloved, an arrow was shot into her heart, killing her instantly. Raiders stormed the village. I and the other men, except my brother, ran into the night to attack the raider with our swords. I fought all night, killing many and watching many of my men die. I did not know someone was watching me. I was wounded in that battle but we killed all the raiders. As we were making our way back to the village, I knew I was going to die once I was able to assess my wounds. My men would not leave me. I needed to rest so we stopped. They built a fire and prepared me for my trip to the afterlife.

They kept watch diligently but it did them no good. One of my men heard something and before he could react to investigate he was dead. One by one my men were killed by an unseen force. It turned out they were killed what looked like a young man who was actually a 1000 year old vampire who introduced himself as ‘Death’. He looked no older than a 15 year old boy. I would find out later that he was 15 when he was turned.. His name was Godric and he had been watching me on the battlefield. He was quite impressed with my actions as a warrior and thought me to be beautiful. He wanted me to be his companion. So he offered to give me immortal life as a vampire and of course I chose to live. Godric immediately turned me into a vampire else I would have died. As Godric’s progeny, I stayed with him.

I insisted that we go back to the village and find my brother. We went there and found the village in complete ruins. We found my brother’s wife, and mine, both dead but we did not find my brothers body. Godric said something about a god taking him but I was too distraught to listen to such matter. I did not know that he meant that my brother might still be alive. I fell into a depression and was unable to do much but follow my maker, my brother, my father and my son, wherever he went. I grew to love him as such. That is until 1945 when we parted ways over a disagreement. 139 years ago I met a woman who intrigued me an decided to make her my progeny. She stays with me now and even though she can take care of herself, we have not parted ways, nor do we plan to.

Because of my age, cunning and ruthlessness, I has been given the position of Sheriff of Area 5. I run a vampire club called Fangtasia with my progeny Pam. Fangtasia is a popular vampire bar in Shreveport, Louisiana owned by Eric , and in-part by Pam and Chow. It serves as a hangout for vampires and "Fangbangers".

Not too long ago, Tara Thornton came into the club. I was bored so I thought I would spend some time with her. She was healthy and strong, smelled fantastic and didn't do drugs so she was an ideal food source. Not to mention she was great in bed. Then I discovered this human had attitude. Nothing frightened her, at least not on the outside. She was strong and confident and she is much like me in that she doesn’t take shit from anyone. I really liked that about her. She intrigued me, fed me and kept me entertained. So I decided she was mine. She belongs to me now. I wouldn’t call it love, perhaps genuine fondness. But I know this, if another vampire puts his hands on her, I’ll kill them. If anyone one does for that matter. So I told her she was mine and she agreed. There are some perks to being vampire’s human. The security of knowing no one will fuck with you and if anyone does, your vampire will be there, fangs bared. I don’t like that she lives in Bon Temps but it’s not really that far away. I think I will eventually get my way and bring her to stay with me in Shreveport but for now, I will let her think she is getting her way.

Update:

She kissed my brother. Not just my brother, my twin. Should I have been pissed? Was I justified with my reaction? I believe so. I reacted smartly, and one could only deal with her abrasiveness for so long. Combine that with seeing the action take place... If I hadn't kept my senses in check, I think I might have eaten her alive, but of course, I thought that she'd been dead.

What a bloody fucking surprise.

RP Sample:

Fangtasia. His second home. His territory. The viking stepped through the crowd with subtle grace before taking a seat on the throne. He was here for them to look at, to ogle like the Godlike creature he was. His piercing blue eyes slowly drank in the sight of the crowd like blood for the feed. Elbows rested on the armrests as his long fingers linked together. As Sheriff of Louisiana, Area 5, Eric upheld many responsibilities, one of them including the businesses of other vampires, such as the infuriating Bill Compton.

He lifted a long leg up to rest his ankle against his knee, the smooth fabric of his black slacks shifting slightly. Eyes worshipped him, even though he wasn't working his allure. The only heed he paid to was Pam, his progeny standing by his side as she rested her hand on the head of his grand chair. "Godric might be right." He murmured as he leaned back, fingers uncrossing so that the tips pressed together. The paids of his thumbs rubbed back and forth. "He was right to say that we have not changed. Not. One. Bit." Although Pam may not be speaking, he inclined his head back to glance up at his progeny. She looked perplexed with his words but she did not speak.

"Perhaps we should think of redecorating? I will leave it to you to decide." He then turned away to look back at the crowd, and noted one female ambling toward him, clad in leather and leaving much to the imagination. His head cantered to the side as a hint of a smirk ghosted his fine lips. She looked the same, not much different from the other patrons. "Can I help you?" He asked, and the woman hesitantly drew closer, eyes wide and mouth in a quiet "oh." Humans were so amusing, and he already lost interest as she practically threw herself at his feet to kiss the top of his wing-tipped shoes.

"Pam, do something... please?"

Species Code:Fangtasia
Rules Code:Fried Chicken.[/size]

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