Post by Nero Hofer on Aug 30, 2011 22:02:49 GMT -5
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VAMPIRE[/center]
Height: 5’10”
Body type: Normal
Weight:195
Eye color:Piercing Blue
Hair color: Brown
Piercings and/or tattoos:None
Ethnicity: White
Overall Appearance:
The first things most people first notice about Nero are his eyes. They are piercing blue and contrast with his extremely pale complexion. Usually, Nero keeps his hair longer, just because he thinks it frames his face better. His hair is brown, which he likes, because he feels that any other color stands out too much.
His weight doesn’t usually vary much. But he does border on the skinny side. There was a point in his life that he was quite emaciated. He’s never been really buff, though he tries to stay fit. Because he is a vampire his metabolism keeps him thin.
Overall, he doesn’t find himself to be extremely handsome, and if you asked he would probably tell you he was ugly. However, many people have looked at him with lust, and used him for his physical appearance, though he does not understand why.
[Personality]
Likes:
Nero is generally a reserved person. He is very polite and gentlemanly to the public eye. But he is also shy. He doesn’t like big parties or wild crowds. If he does have to socialize, he prefers a small gathering of people he trusts, usually in a sort of dinner setting.
He can also be quick to be put in a bad mood. When that happens, everyone must watch out. He lashes out at the first person he can find. If they are the one that crosses him, then they should fear him. He has been known to beat slaves of his that have done him wrong. Probably because he feels that he deserves it for taking his own beatings for over a century.
Unfortunately, this makes him feel remorseful. When he does hurt someone in his charge, he will often lock himself in his room and recall all the times masters had beaten him. He regrets his own position thoroughly, but also feels that he is entitled to it. This makes him somewhat hypocritical, and it is the part of him that he despises more than anything.
When his mood is good however, he is usually very kind to his slaves. He is also fair when it comes to the wrongdoers and will fit the punishment to the crime. He tries to remember the kindness that had been showed to him, even if they were few and far between.
[History]
Father:Name Unknown- A sailor
Mother:Leliana- A human prostitute
Sibling:None
Pet: A cat named Topper
Other: Mary- Woman who took him in during his human youth.
Detailed History:
Nero was born to a prostitute during the Romantic period of London. He doesn’t remember his mother much, just that she smelled of jasmine. When she was unable to take care of him, he was sold to be a chimney sweep. Usually, children of that age do not survive for long due to the chemicals that they are exposed to. However, he was lucky enough to survive until he was old enough to escape.
Growing up he found ways to survive on the streets, along with other boys his age. He and his friends were able to steal or beg and somehow were able to feed themselves. When he was fourteen a kindly old woman, who had often given him money or food, decided to take him in as her own son. This was the first taste of kindness that Nero had seen in such a cruel world.
Living with her, he learned how to be a gentleman. He learned to read and write, and how to enjoy poetry. Also, he found he had a keen talent for piano. Unfortunately, when he turned twenty-three, the woman, who had shown him what it meant to care for someone, died.
Grief-stricken, and unable to find ways to pay for the debts that the woman had unknowingly left behind, Nero took the first ship to America. Then everything changed.
His first few years in America did nothing for him. He was drunk most of the time, and spent many nights with strange people. One night he made the mistake of going home with a wealthy looking man and woman, both who seemed physically interested in him. He had a few similar encounters before that, and did not shy away from the task. Little did he know, the man was a slave owner and the woman was his slave, and a vampire.
Nero had no knowledge of creatures, only what he had read in books. But there was no way that they could be real. However, the proof was there. The woman was far from human. The man told Nero of how he kept creatures, as pets, as toys. That they were nothing to be feared if they were controlled, that the majority of humanity would never even know of such monster…
The rest of that night he barely remembers. But he does remember waking up in darkness, with a hunger that burned so deeply inside of him. The man had been looking for a new play thing, and Nero was just what he wanted.
Unfortunately for Nero, the man was neither kind nor gentle, and he got most of his amusement from watching others suffer. His master loved to watch Nero feed in the beginning. Nero was a messy eater, with a thirst so strong that he rarely left anyone alive. However, when the Master discovered that Nero could cause a euphoric near orgasmic feeling with his bite, he grew bored of watching him eat, and turned back to causing him pain.
When his first master died of old age in 1829, he was then sold. He continued to be a slave for many years, serving many master. Most were horrid men and some women, who used him and hurt him until he was spent. He became obedient, and jaded. He lost all hope and believed that he was going to be reduced to this life for eternity. He prayed that someone would kill him. That he could just die. He would welcome it compared to the painful and enslaved life that he was living.
Finally, when all hope had been lost, Nero was brought to a man who took an immediate interest in him. After a few years of service to him, the man was looking on Nero as an equal, a partner. It was safe to say that he had fallen in love with Nero, though Nero did not exactly return the feelings, he did feel certain affection for the man. When the man was killed during the uprising, Nero was bequeathed his land, his fortune, and came into possession of a few human slaves.
Though he feels that he is given a chance to take out all the bad that he himself endured upon those that dealt it to him, he still does not forget what it feels like to be in the opposite position. He understands what it is to be hopeless.
RP Example:
Williamsport was not by any means a large city, it didn’t have an abundance of sky scrapers and it didn’t have a million cool stores or restaurants. In fact, most places closed after 7 or 8 PM. There was also never really a high crime rate in the town. Things were a little different now, and Shane could only wonder how he could stop these crimes, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew he was definitely going to need Big-Shot New York Detective to help him.
But that was okay, he wasn’t too above asking for help. And they were going to find the mother fuckers who were doing this. And hopefully this guy was all he was cracked up to be, and whatever got him landed in Willpo didn’t end up being that he was the worst detective in the entire Big Apple.
The other man looked terrible, Shane was sure the man hadn’t slept in a while; the fact that he was wearing the same clothes told him that he was clearly going on over 24 hours no sleep. He didn’t need to be a detective to figure that one out. Noah was sporting some serious circles underneath his baby blues. Shane vaguely wondered if the guy even had a house or if he was just sleeping in his car or some shit. He seemed like a bit of a lunatic as it were, Shane wouldn’t put it past him to be wacky enough to do just that.
Shane could see that Detective Hotshot was not happy to see him, which kind of pissed him off because he did try to be nice to the guy; Shane’s nice was just different than everyone else’s nice. “Wow, didn’t know you wanted to hold my hand,” Shane joked; he gulped down a hot sip of coffee and resisted the urge to sigh in content. Yeah, caffeine was just what he needed.
Shane laughed at Noah’s next words, yeah he was good looking, but to be honest it didn’t get him nearly as far as he wanted to go. “Well maybe if you got some sleep old man,” he said, Noah was barely a year older than him, but Shane felt that it still qualified as him being an old man—sort of. “Where are you staying anyway?” He had to ask, if only to prove that this guy was a nutcase who slept in his car, if he slept at all.
He always tried his best when it matter, sure sometimes, Shane knew, he could be a little shit, and half the time the guys on the squad wanted to slaughter him. But when it came down to it he would never let something slip past him, and if it did he would beat himself up over it for days. To be perfectly honest he wanted to be better, and he was hoping that maybe Noah could show him the ropes a little better… maybe it was time for him to actually be nice to this guy. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
In a very serious voice Shane responded to the Detective with “I’m stalking you,” before pausing for a moment and adding, “No, I come here every morning.”
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VAMPIRE[/center]
[Basics][/li][/ul][Appearance]
Name:Nero Cole Hofer
Nicknames:None
Age: 216
Apparent Age: 26
Birthday:October 9, 1795
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Bisexual, he takes his pleasures where he can get them, for they do not come often.
Status: Master
Played by: James McAvoy
[Species]
Species Skills:
- His bite is extremely pleasurable, and can be for both him and the person being bitten. But he can make it so it is not so depending on the context of the bite.
- He can play piano.
Height: 5’10”
Body type: Normal
Weight:195
Eye color:Piercing Blue
Hair color: Brown
Piercings and/or tattoos:None
Ethnicity: White
Overall Appearance:
The first things most people first notice about Nero are his eyes. They are piercing blue and contrast with his extremely pale complexion. Usually, Nero keeps his hair longer, just because he thinks it frames his face better. His hair is brown, which he likes, because he feels that any other color stands out too much.
His weight doesn’t usually vary much. But he does border on the skinny side. There was a point in his life that he was quite emaciated. He’s never been really buff, though he tries to stay fit. Because he is a vampire his metabolism keeps him thin.
Overall, he doesn’t find himself to be extremely handsome, and if you asked he would probably tell you he was ugly. However, many people have looked at him with lust, and used him for his physical appearance, though he does not understand why.
[Personality]
Likes:
- Hot baths
- Strawberries
- The smell of jasmine
- Losing his temper
- Days that promise rain, but do not deliver
- Politics
- Fair
- Open-minded
- Kind-hearted
- Broken
- Hot-tempered
- Hypocritical
- Hurting someone beyond repair
- His past and his nightmares
- Death
- Bites his thumb nail
- Sometimes will purposefully not step on the cracks when walking
- Has the habit of apologizing too much, especially when an apology means nothing.
Nero is generally a reserved person. He is very polite and gentlemanly to the public eye. But he is also shy. He doesn’t like big parties or wild crowds. If he does have to socialize, he prefers a small gathering of people he trusts, usually in a sort of dinner setting.
He can also be quick to be put in a bad mood. When that happens, everyone must watch out. He lashes out at the first person he can find. If they are the one that crosses him, then they should fear him. He has been known to beat slaves of his that have done him wrong. Probably because he feels that he deserves it for taking his own beatings for over a century.
Unfortunately, this makes him feel remorseful. When he does hurt someone in his charge, he will often lock himself in his room and recall all the times masters had beaten him. He regrets his own position thoroughly, but also feels that he is entitled to it. This makes him somewhat hypocritical, and it is the part of him that he despises more than anything.
When his mood is good however, he is usually very kind to his slaves. He is also fair when it comes to the wrongdoers and will fit the punishment to the crime. He tries to remember the kindness that had been showed to him, even if they were few and far between.
[History]
Father:Name Unknown- A sailor
Mother:Leliana- A human prostitute
Sibling
Pet
Other
Detailed History:
Nero was born to a prostitute during the Romantic period of London. He doesn’t remember his mother much, just that she smelled of jasmine. When she was unable to take care of him, he was sold to be a chimney sweep. Usually, children of that age do not survive for long due to the chemicals that they are exposed to. However, he was lucky enough to survive until he was old enough to escape.
Growing up he found ways to survive on the streets, along with other boys his age. He and his friends were able to steal or beg and somehow were able to feed themselves. When he was fourteen a kindly old woman, who had often given him money or food, decided to take him in as her own son. This was the first taste of kindness that Nero had seen in such a cruel world.
Living with her, he learned how to be a gentleman. He learned to read and write, and how to enjoy poetry. Also, he found he had a keen talent for piano. Unfortunately, when he turned twenty-three, the woman, who had shown him what it meant to care for someone, died.
Grief-stricken, and unable to find ways to pay for the debts that the woman had unknowingly left behind, Nero took the first ship to America. Then everything changed.
His first few years in America did nothing for him. He was drunk most of the time, and spent many nights with strange people. One night he made the mistake of going home with a wealthy looking man and woman, both who seemed physically interested in him. He had a few similar encounters before that, and did not shy away from the task. Little did he know, the man was a slave owner and the woman was his slave, and a vampire.
Nero had no knowledge of creatures, only what he had read in books. But there was no way that they could be real. However, the proof was there. The woman was far from human. The man told Nero of how he kept creatures, as pets, as toys. That they were nothing to be feared if they were controlled, that the majority of humanity would never even know of such monster…
The rest of that night he barely remembers. But he does remember waking up in darkness, with a hunger that burned so deeply inside of him. The man had been looking for a new play thing, and Nero was just what he wanted.
Unfortunately for Nero, the man was neither kind nor gentle, and he got most of his amusement from watching others suffer. His master loved to watch Nero feed in the beginning. Nero was a messy eater, with a thirst so strong that he rarely left anyone alive. However, when the Master discovered that Nero could cause a euphoric near orgasmic feeling with his bite, he grew bored of watching him eat, and turned back to causing him pain.
When his first master died of old age in 1829, he was then sold. He continued to be a slave for many years, serving many master. Most were horrid men and some women, who used him and hurt him until he was spent. He became obedient, and jaded. He lost all hope and believed that he was going to be reduced to this life for eternity. He prayed that someone would kill him. That he could just die. He would welcome it compared to the painful and enslaved life that he was living.
Finally, when all hope had been lost, Nero was brought to a man who took an immediate interest in him. After a few years of service to him, the man was looking on Nero as an equal, a partner. It was safe to say that he had fallen in love with Nero, though Nero did not exactly return the feelings, he did feel certain affection for the man. When the man was killed during the uprising, Nero was bequeathed his land, his fortune, and came into possession of a few human slaves.
Though he feels that he is given a chance to take out all the bad that he himself endured upon those that dealt it to him, he still does not forget what it feels like to be in the opposite position. He understands what it is to be hopeless.
RP Example:
Williamsport was not by any means a large city, it didn’t have an abundance of sky scrapers and it didn’t have a million cool stores or restaurants. In fact, most places closed after 7 or 8 PM. There was also never really a high crime rate in the town. Things were a little different now, and Shane could only wonder how he could stop these crimes, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew he was definitely going to need Big-Shot New York Detective to help him.
But that was okay, he wasn’t too above asking for help. And they were going to find the mother fuckers who were doing this. And hopefully this guy was all he was cracked up to be, and whatever got him landed in Willpo didn’t end up being that he was the worst detective in the entire Big Apple.
The other man looked terrible, Shane was sure the man hadn’t slept in a while; the fact that he was wearing the same clothes told him that he was clearly going on over 24 hours no sleep. He didn’t need to be a detective to figure that one out. Noah was sporting some serious circles underneath his baby blues. Shane vaguely wondered if the guy even had a house or if he was just sleeping in his car or some shit. He seemed like a bit of a lunatic as it were, Shane wouldn’t put it past him to be wacky enough to do just that.
Shane could see that Detective Hotshot was not happy to see him, which kind of pissed him off because he did try to be nice to the guy; Shane’s nice was just different than everyone else’s nice. “Wow, didn’t know you wanted to hold my hand,” Shane joked; he gulped down a hot sip of coffee and resisted the urge to sigh in content. Yeah, caffeine was just what he needed.
Shane laughed at Noah’s next words, yeah he was good looking, but to be honest it didn’t get him nearly as far as he wanted to go. “Well maybe if you got some sleep old man,” he said, Noah was barely a year older than him, but Shane felt that it still qualified as him being an old man—sort of. “Where are you staying anyway?” He had to ask, if only to prove that this guy was a nutcase who slept in his car, if he slept at all.
He always tried his best when it matter, sure sometimes, Shane knew, he could be a little shit, and half the time the guys on the squad wanted to slaughter him. But when it came down to it he would never let something slip past him, and if it did he would beat himself up over it for days. To be perfectly honest he wanted to be better, and he was hoping that maybe Noah could show him the ropes a little better… maybe it was time for him to actually be nice to this guy. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
In a very serious voice Shane responded to the Detective with “I’m stalking you,” before pausing for a moment and adding, “No, I come here every morning.”
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