Post by The Panther on Aug 31, 2011 8:30:19 GMT -5
VAMPIRE
[Basics][/li][/ul][Appearance]
Name: Thomas Panther
Nicknames: Panther, nobody calls him by his first name
Age: 56
Apparent Age: 38
Birthday: Sept 6
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Status: Neutral/Civvy
Played by: Idris Elba
[Species]
Species Skills:
- Heightened senses, particularly night vision
- Quick reflexes
- Great mobility, strength, and flexibility
Height: 6'2"
Body type: Muscular
Weight: 210
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Piercings and/or tattoos: None
Ethnicity: African
Overall Appearance: The Panther's a pretty imposing figure. While he's not the tallest thing out there, he makes up for it with demeanor, weapons, and body language. He's often found in multiple layers of clothing trying to look nice, but the near-constant scowl on his face sort of negates this. His skin is a rich dark chocolate that blends in well with the night, giving him a severe natural advantage over the pale-skinned caucasian Vampires that prowl the darkness, and his eyes are even darker, so dark brown they're almost black. His black hair is cut very sclose to the skill, and he keeps a carefully trimmed beard and mustashe combo around his lips, as well.
He always carries an array of weapons on him in various places, usually a revolver for personal defense in a hip holder, a knife hidden against one forearm for emergencies, and a machete for killing others somewhere under his big coat. He often wears either heavy tweed jackets or long dark dusters and loose dress pants or jeans, and always a pair of old, beat-up sneakers for mobility.
[Personality]
Likes:
- Alcohol
- Humanity
- Faith
- Vampires
- Feeding
- Slavery
- Night vision
- Night camoflaged skin
- Flexibility, mobolity, strength
- Self-disgust
- Sunlight
- Alcohol
- Beautiful women
- Blood dependency
- Death before salvation
- Hell
- Enslavement
- Fiddles with things when bored or waiting or nervous
- Weakens his victims with choloroform rather than overpowering them directly
- Often at a local church just sitting in the back silently
He tries to be a good person. He attends midnight services when they're available, but for the most part, he often just sits in the dark church after sundown and sometimes goes to confession. Otherwise, he's a slave to the physical. He frequents bars for alcohol and more often than not ends up taking a woman home. He's self-destructive and has a very dangerous temper when angered, and many of the things in his beat up apartment are broken or have signs of visible damage. His very existence is tortured, and he constantly longs for humanity and most importantly, the sun.
[History]
Father: Kunga Panther
Mother: Alura Smithson
Sibling
Pet
Other
Detailed History: Panther doesn't have much of a story. Born to a godless family, he lived rather normally, in a small community of humans in a low-class ghetto that Vampires preyed on but generally had little else to do with. hHe stayed out of trouble, grew up pretty well, took care of his parents as they aged, started a family of his own, never dared to aspire for much else because of the terrifying night-creatures that threatened all sides of the little cluster of families. In fact, most of his life was a good one. He had two bright, beautiful little children, a loving and wonderful wife, and parents who were proud of him.
The only problem was his temper. He hadn't always had one. It reared its ugly head wone day when he stopped to look back on his life and realized just how horribly normal it was, how repressed he was, how much he wanted to do more with his life but couldn't because of the state of the world around him. He was helpless, a victim of fate, and he realized he was condemoing two fantastic children to his same fate, like his parents had condemned him.
His rage frightened his family and attracted the attentions of a demon who fed on that sort of thing. Unbeknownst to him, he was henceforth marked by the dark underworld, which watched him carefully and bided its time. He was seen as a prime candidate to join them, a strong, proud man with a dark secret was practically begging for the freedom that creatures of the night could offer.
Except he didn't see it that way. He was captured by a Vampire community and forcibly initiated, and kept there for a good two years to become acclimated to the night life. He escaped and returned to his family, and tried to live with them, but it was tense, uncomfortable, and everyone was afraid of him. One awful night, his rage, fueled by Vampiric strength, claimed his wife's life, and it was like a bat signal to other Vampires who still kept an eye on him. Thinking he was accepting his role as a Vampire, they came and finished the job and in fact slaughtered much of the community he'd lived in, and he fled the area forever.
It took many years for him to be okay again, but within months he was researching Vampire hunter methods, and took up the mantle of a slayer to try to atone for and change this horrid world. taking and selling the possessions of killed Vampires and collecting bounties on them gave him a small amount of income, which he mostly converted into alcohol at any bar that would serve his kind. He found religion in such a bar one day while overhearing a conversation between two mortals in about the same state of despondency as himself, and took to Christianity to give him hope for a better life and somet ultimate goal to work towards. Hardly a devout Chritian, he rarely attends mass, but he has faith and hope that ridding this world of evil, self-serving night terrors might outweigh the horrible murders and thick blood on his hands.
RP Example: The Panther always hated this part, paying the price for being a hunter on par with his prey. He could hardly call it a price he paid, though; it was more like a tax he took victim by victim from the citizens he tried to protect. His taxpayer tonight was a young woman he in fact knew by face, he'd seen her a few nights ago and knew where she lived. He tried to know where they lived; he couldn't bear just leaving weakened victims in some black alley somewhere to wake up on their own.
It felt like a normal night. It was a warm Texas night, the sounds of the city off in the distance, masking the rustle of his clothes as he moved from flat rooftop to flatrooftop, slightly haead of his prey, looking for the perfect alley to spring from. It wasn't difficult to find...This area of town wasn't know for its security. It was a marvel this lady was out alone. He took solace in knowing that he was watching over her, and that a visit from him would leave her with far greater dignity than a visit from other unsavory night gentlemen.
He dropped down to ground level a few yards ahead of her in an alley she'd pass in a few moments, a slightly moist piece of towel in hand. After that, it was all routine. She walked past without even thinking, and it was all over. He reached out and grabbed her in a bear hug, stuffing the cloth to her mouth and nose just in time to catch her gasp of fright. She was limp in moments, a scream dying on her lips before it could even be formed, and he retreated with his prize into the darkness.
She was pretty. He always had mixed feelings about the pretty ones. He took his time though, it was the least he could do, brushing her hair out of the way and tugging her clothes away from her neck to minimize stains.
He was pretty neat about it, too. He'd practiced over the course of years, and was very good at leaving few traces. He bit toward the back of her throat, too, in a place that would be covered by her hair, in a place she could easily hide. He didn't need speed; the chloroform would keep her out for a while yet, so he never bothered with entering the jugular or carotid directly.
When he'd collected his weekly toll, he dabbed the wound dry and pulled out a large, square band-aid and applied it over the narrow holes. He was not graced with the naturally healing salve of other Vampires' bites, instead he was gifted with smaller but sharper fangs. When she pulled the bandaid off, it might not even look like a proper vampire bite. It was the little things he thanked God for.
He collected up his things, picked her up into his arms with ease, and leapt quickly wall-to-wall between the buildings of the alley to their rooftops, and set off for her home at a very quick run, to leave her in the safest place she could be.
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