Post by Professor Blade on May 28, 2008 15:11:48 GMT -6
(saw Josee did it, figured it'd be a good idea...)
Full Name: Vincent Azarel Blade
Player: Darc Hartson
Played by: Mads Mikkelson (how he looked in "King Arthur")
Birthdate: 13th of October, 1983 (29 yrs of age)
Blood: Pure
Height: 5'11" (1.8 m)
Weight: 175 lbs (roughly 79-80 kilos)
Hair: Dark brown, with golden brown highlights at the ends. Approx. 1.5' (46 cm) in length (slightly lower than his shoulder blades).
Eyes: Dark Emerald Green
Discerning features: 2 tattoos, just below his eyes. Two horizontal pointed lines (4 in total), points aimed at the nose. Colour of tattoos is a burnt dark brown.
First Impression
One's first impression of Vincent is that of facing a madman. People tend to be put off by him, whether it's the tattoos or the large wolf that is his constant companion. Or it could be the look of sadness mixed with anger in his eyes, the smell of the forest on him, perhaps even the ragtag ensemble of clothes. Maybe, though, it isn't his outward look at all. Maybe it's the confidence he exudes, the disdain for civilization as a whole, and the very survivalist attitude he has. His speech is gruff, and his grammar speaks of long years of silence.
Hogwarts
House: Hufflepuff, due to his capacity for loyalty, and, more importantly, his just manner, which to some can seem brutal.
Wand: 10.5" (26.67 cm), Oak, with Dragon Scale and Fairy Wing
Pet: Loki, a wolf cast out of its pack. Loki's daughter has since taken his place as Vincent's trusted friend.
Personality
Vincent originally was a warm, loyal friend, whose sole goal in life seemed to please others. Caring nothing of the future, living each day to its fullest, these were his favorite pasttimes. This changed once his father died. He became colder, closing in on himself, shutting out his emotions as they threatened to overwhelm him. Azarel meant the world to his son, and with that death Vincent's world shattered. After his retreat to his home, he became broody, dark, and occasionally violent, as his soul searching took him into the darkest pits of his mind. Fears he knew not slumbered there, and, upon winning over them, Vincent had reverted back to a level of primal instinct he had not known, even in his communion with the beasts of the earth. Eventually, he came to terms with himself, after discovering the harshness of the wilderness and man's place in nature. He now feels a strong connection to nature and its animals, but the sadness lingers on. He is withdrawn and tends to prefer the company of animals to that of those whom he terms normal people. This preference may come to light if one understands he views humans (and their politics) as ultimately responsible for the death of his father.
Jung: ISFJ
Enneagram: #4
Family History
Vincent has no blood family that he knows of. ((I rped an ancestor who became a vampire after siring the children who would become Vincent's progenitors on Darktimes. That charac's name was Veruc Nerez, and he tended to drop in unexpectedly on his descendants every now and again. Regrettably, Vincent did not meet him before the site went down.)) His earliest memories include eating food thrown into the trash of restaurants on Diagon Alley, being beaten by other children, and hating mankind for their cruelty. He lived in the back alleys of the larger Alleys, like Knockturn and Diagon, scrounging for food, dodging social workers and less-than-savory adults, and begging for scraps that were to be thrown out anyway. He slept on trash bags, because they were softer than the hard pavement.
For a tidbit of food, the few cats and mongrels that meandered the streets grew comfortable around him, and, in turn, led him to cleaner water, warmer areas, and small hidey-holes. Vincent was slight and nimble fingered allowing him many oppurtunities to...benefit off of others more careless moments and get away with it. He built up a little bit of money, enough that he could buy a little treat every now and then, but not much else, most of it going to help his sick or injured animal friends. Vincent survived thus untill the age of six, where he tried to pick the pocket of one Azarel Blade, originally of the house of Damasco. Blade was himself a lover of shadows and his skills had bought him a decent position within the Death Eaters. Azarel beat the child within an inch of his life, a lesson to teach the young pickpocket not to try to steal from those...more experienced than he. Vincent slowly recovered over the next week, trying to get by with a broken arm and several cracked ribs.
Azarel returned a week and a day later, convinced that the child may have been strong enough to survive. When he located the boy, still managing, not to mention on his feet and attempting to swindle money from passerbys, Azarel's conscience did something it had never done since his sister died: It moved. This lad was strong, and would make a good protege, if nothing else. Vincent was a survivor above all else, and Azarel chose to raise him from then on as his son.
Their relationship was extremely tenous at first, after all their first meeting was hardly cordial, but eventually Azarel grew genuinely fond of the kid, and though Vincent did not realize it, he had come to think of Azarel as a father. Vincent's adoption was commonly accepted by the wizarding world, most of whom knew not the young man nor cared to, and Vincent finally had a last name. Over time Vincent and Azarel developed a bond stronger than most parents ever developed with their children, and, through all the training, Vincent learned something. Azarel's previous cruelty had been a test of his mettle, not the petty revenge it had first seemed.
When Vincent went to school, his father gave him a blade of his own. Through the years, though Vincent became more oriented towards animals than his father's assassin work, causing slight tension while he was at school, but easing in the summer when Vincent returned. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, Azarel died, leaving Vincent the only bearer of a legacy sveral generations in the making. He had inherited the Damasco Estate, and took his father's first name as his middle, carrying on in his father's stead.
History
When Vincent was in school, he tended towards carefree, loving even.
His first year he was considered an oddball, without exception. Few spoke with him, finding his preoccupation with anything other than Quidditch or House competitiveness a great deal more boring than anything else they could imagine. CoMC and Herbology quickly came to be his best subjects, followed by Potions, and then Charms. He never quite got the hang of Transfiguration or the others, leastways not til he left school.
His second year he spent "dallying" outdoors, often arriving late for class. The resulting detentions were spents with either Professor Sprout or Professor Hagrid (Grubbly-Plank when Hagrid was "about"). They enjoyed his love of nature and willingness--no, eagerness-- to learn more about it.
His third year he found he had feelings for one Madeleine Macnair, a fellow Death Puff--a term he had coined for those of Hufflepuff with DE fathers--who mysteriously disappeared. It wasn't until his relationship with Shaun and then Sara, both of whom were Gyffindors, that he began to be light and carefree again. Eventually he became rather like a hippie, just without the drugs. Happy, carefree, and full of love, his life seemed to be entering a golden state.
That changed when, in his fourth year, his adopted father (and only family member) died in the Battle of Hogwarts, betraying his fellow Death Eaters to join his beloved. A sidelong curse hit him, catching him off balance, sending him directly into an Avada Kedavra spell. Vincent saw this from the edge of the Forest, up in a tree. He waited there with his wolven friend, Loki, until the majority of the battle was over. Those Slytherins who had tried to flee through the woods after joining the Dark Lord, Loki chased after, and each time Vincent turned a blind eye to the screams. Most of them survived...
After his father's death, Vincent left the school, unable to bear its memories, nor see the spot where his father had died anymore. He returned with his father's corpse to the Damasco family estate, located in the northern Highlands of Scotland. There he cremated Azarel--along with the picture of his father's sister--and sealed off his father's wing. The only things of his father's he kept were the books in the library, with which he further his own education, his name (which became Vincent's middle name), a mysteriously empty bottle, and Azarel's favored blade, Srahgi. This he carries with him everywhere, and will not allow to be parted from him, especially not in the presence of those he is unsure of.
For four years Vincent stayed in the Highlands, learning on his own. He ignored the summonses from the Ministry, and the owls that arrived with letters went back without even having been read. He spoke to none, and eventually grew to be quite feral, when he had mastered the spells in the books and there was no longer a need to think. Loki found a mate, not a wolf but a dog, a stray, of the husky variety. They had a litter, but only two of them survived, Skoll and Hati, named after the mythical wolves that chase the sun and the moon, as their father had in turn been named after the god of mischief. Eventually, Loki died, and Hati and the mother vanished. Skoll had grown fond of Vincent, and had decided to stay.
Towards the end of this time, Vincent felt a calling to return to society, to find something he had lost. This loss was Sara-Lou and Shaun. As he began to realize all he had left behind, the tears which would not come previously flowed abundantly, leaving him exhausted and dehydrated on the floor. Had it not been for Skoll's nurturing care, he may have died, for in his collapse and the fevered dreams that followed he lay as in a trance for 3-4 days, not eating or drinking, save what water Skoll carried to and from the river in a rag.
Vincent recovered and set off for Hogsmeade, where he eventually applied for a job at Hogwarts. Now he takes care of creatures, both magical and not, having a greater connection with them than with most of the humans in the world. Currently he is seeking employment as a CoMC Teacher for Hogwarts.
Brief Roleplay Sample
Vincent watched as giants fought giants, spells were flung, while centaurs and all manner of creatures were joining the battle. He had fought for a bit, but wound up in a tree after an attack and sent him flying. Idly, he wondered about Madeleine Macnair, what would happen to her if her father was killed, then turned his attention to the battle. Sara-Lou was out there to, as was Shaun, both of whom he loved. If anything happened to them...
He turned his face to the side as a Slytherin girl went running past, a group of other students flinging spells at her, trying to capture her. She was of no concern to him, where was his father? Azarel had said that he wouldn't fight Belle, yet Vincent knew he had to be there, biding his time until he could do the most damage. Briefly he caught a glimpse as his father began to fight a giant, not more than 30 meters away, then lost track as the giant went berserk. When he next caught sight of him, their eyes locked for a moment before Azarel was hit by a curse, which sent him flying directly into the path of an Avada Kedavra spell.
Vincent screamed silently, a feeling of such anguish and fury in him that he felt he would never be whole again. No tears came forth, but it felt as though someone was choking the breath from him. He couldn't move either. His father's dying wish, nay, his dying spell had been that his son would be unable to move. The thought crossed Vincent's mind that Azarel may have wasted his chance at life to ensure his son's continued one.
Loki tore off after a few traitorous students who were fleeing, the Dark Mark visible on their arms. Vincent found he no longer cared.
After the battle, Vincent had Loki help him retrieve his father's body, handling the blade Srahgi with care. It was now his, his father's legacy, and property. A home, then, for him and for Loki. Together they started toward this home, away from the hell of civilization, Vincent with his dead father on a stolen broom, Loki pacing along beneath, towards the Highlands...
Full Name: Vincent Azarel Blade
Player: Darc Hartson
Played by: Mads Mikkelson (how he looked in "King Arthur")
Birthdate: 13th of October, 1983 (29 yrs of age)
Blood: Pure
Height: 5'11" (1.8 m)
Weight: 175 lbs (roughly 79-80 kilos)
Hair: Dark brown, with golden brown highlights at the ends. Approx. 1.5' (46 cm) in length (slightly lower than his shoulder blades).
Eyes: Dark Emerald Green
Discerning features: 2 tattoos, just below his eyes. Two horizontal pointed lines (4 in total), points aimed at the nose. Colour of tattoos is a burnt dark brown.
First Impression
One's first impression of Vincent is that of facing a madman. People tend to be put off by him, whether it's the tattoos or the large wolf that is his constant companion. Or it could be the look of sadness mixed with anger in his eyes, the smell of the forest on him, perhaps even the ragtag ensemble of clothes. Maybe, though, it isn't his outward look at all. Maybe it's the confidence he exudes, the disdain for civilization as a whole, and the very survivalist attitude he has. His speech is gruff, and his grammar speaks of long years of silence.
Hogwarts
House: Hufflepuff, due to his capacity for loyalty, and, more importantly, his just manner, which to some can seem brutal.
Wand: 10.5" (26.67 cm), Oak, with Dragon Scale and Fairy Wing
Pet: Loki, a wolf cast out of its pack. Loki's daughter has since taken his place as Vincent's trusted friend.
Personality
Vincent originally was a warm, loyal friend, whose sole goal in life seemed to please others. Caring nothing of the future, living each day to its fullest, these were his favorite pasttimes. This changed once his father died. He became colder, closing in on himself, shutting out his emotions as they threatened to overwhelm him. Azarel meant the world to his son, and with that death Vincent's world shattered. After his retreat to his home, he became broody, dark, and occasionally violent, as his soul searching took him into the darkest pits of his mind. Fears he knew not slumbered there, and, upon winning over them, Vincent had reverted back to a level of primal instinct he had not known, even in his communion with the beasts of the earth. Eventually, he came to terms with himself, after discovering the harshness of the wilderness and man's place in nature. He now feels a strong connection to nature and its animals, but the sadness lingers on. He is withdrawn and tends to prefer the company of animals to that of those whom he terms normal people. This preference may come to light if one understands he views humans (and their politics) as ultimately responsible for the death of his father.
Jung: ISFJ
Enneagram: #4
Family History
Vincent has no blood family that he knows of. ((I rped an ancestor who became a vampire after siring the children who would become Vincent's progenitors on Darktimes. That charac's name was Veruc Nerez, and he tended to drop in unexpectedly on his descendants every now and again. Regrettably, Vincent did not meet him before the site went down.)) His earliest memories include eating food thrown into the trash of restaurants on Diagon Alley, being beaten by other children, and hating mankind for their cruelty. He lived in the back alleys of the larger Alleys, like Knockturn and Diagon, scrounging for food, dodging social workers and less-than-savory adults, and begging for scraps that were to be thrown out anyway. He slept on trash bags, because they were softer than the hard pavement.
For a tidbit of food, the few cats and mongrels that meandered the streets grew comfortable around him, and, in turn, led him to cleaner water, warmer areas, and small hidey-holes. Vincent was slight and nimble fingered allowing him many oppurtunities to...benefit off of others more careless moments and get away with it. He built up a little bit of money, enough that he could buy a little treat every now and then, but not much else, most of it going to help his sick or injured animal friends. Vincent survived thus untill the age of six, where he tried to pick the pocket of one Azarel Blade, originally of the house of Damasco. Blade was himself a lover of shadows and his skills had bought him a decent position within the Death Eaters. Azarel beat the child within an inch of his life, a lesson to teach the young pickpocket not to try to steal from those...more experienced than he. Vincent slowly recovered over the next week, trying to get by with a broken arm and several cracked ribs.
Azarel returned a week and a day later, convinced that the child may have been strong enough to survive. When he located the boy, still managing, not to mention on his feet and attempting to swindle money from passerbys, Azarel's conscience did something it had never done since his sister died: It moved. This lad was strong, and would make a good protege, if nothing else. Vincent was a survivor above all else, and Azarel chose to raise him from then on as his son.
Their relationship was extremely tenous at first, after all their first meeting was hardly cordial, but eventually Azarel grew genuinely fond of the kid, and though Vincent did not realize it, he had come to think of Azarel as a father. Vincent's adoption was commonly accepted by the wizarding world, most of whom knew not the young man nor cared to, and Vincent finally had a last name. Over time Vincent and Azarel developed a bond stronger than most parents ever developed with their children, and, through all the training, Vincent learned something. Azarel's previous cruelty had been a test of his mettle, not the petty revenge it had first seemed.
When Vincent went to school, his father gave him a blade of his own. Through the years, though Vincent became more oriented towards animals than his father's assassin work, causing slight tension while he was at school, but easing in the summer when Vincent returned. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, Azarel died, leaving Vincent the only bearer of a legacy sveral generations in the making. He had inherited the Damasco Estate, and took his father's first name as his middle, carrying on in his father's stead.
History
When Vincent was in school, he tended towards carefree, loving even.
His first year he was considered an oddball, without exception. Few spoke with him, finding his preoccupation with anything other than Quidditch or House competitiveness a great deal more boring than anything else they could imagine. CoMC and Herbology quickly came to be his best subjects, followed by Potions, and then Charms. He never quite got the hang of Transfiguration or the others, leastways not til he left school.
His second year he spent "dallying" outdoors, often arriving late for class. The resulting detentions were spents with either Professor Sprout or Professor Hagrid (Grubbly-Plank when Hagrid was "about"). They enjoyed his love of nature and willingness--no, eagerness-- to learn more about it.
His third year he found he had feelings for one Madeleine Macnair, a fellow Death Puff--a term he had coined for those of Hufflepuff with DE fathers--who mysteriously disappeared. It wasn't until his relationship with Shaun and then Sara, both of whom were Gyffindors, that he began to be light and carefree again. Eventually he became rather like a hippie, just without the drugs. Happy, carefree, and full of love, his life seemed to be entering a golden state.
That changed when, in his fourth year, his adopted father (and only family member) died in the Battle of Hogwarts, betraying his fellow Death Eaters to join his beloved. A sidelong curse hit him, catching him off balance, sending him directly into an Avada Kedavra spell. Vincent saw this from the edge of the Forest, up in a tree. He waited there with his wolven friend, Loki, until the majority of the battle was over. Those Slytherins who had tried to flee through the woods after joining the Dark Lord, Loki chased after, and each time Vincent turned a blind eye to the screams. Most of them survived...
After his father's death, Vincent left the school, unable to bear its memories, nor see the spot where his father had died anymore. He returned with his father's corpse to the Damasco family estate, located in the northern Highlands of Scotland. There he cremated Azarel--along with the picture of his father's sister--and sealed off his father's wing. The only things of his father's he kept were the books in the library, with which he further his own education, his name (which became Vincent's middle name), a mysteriously empty bottle, and Azarel's favored blade, Srahgi. This he carries with him everywhere, and will not allow to be parted from him, especially not in the presence of those he is unsure of.
For four years Vincent stayed in the Highlands, learning on his own. He ignored the summonses from the Ministry, and the owls that arrived with letters went back without even having been read. He spoke to none, and eventually grew to be quite feral, when he had mastered the spells in the books and there was no longer a need to think. Loki found a mate, not a wolf but a dog, a stray, of the husky variety. They had a litter, but only two of them survived, Skoll and Hati, named after the mythical wolves that chase the sun and the moon, as their father had in turn been named after the god of mischief. Eventually, Loki died, and Hati and the mother vanished. Skoll had grown fond of Vincent, and had decided to stay.
Towards the end of this time, Vincent felt a calling to return to society, to find something he had lost. This loss was Sara-Lou and Shaun. As he began to realize all he had left behind, the tears which would not come previously flowed abundantly, leaving him exhausted and dehydrated on the floor. Had it not been for Skoll's nurturing care, he may have died, for in his collapse and the fevered dreams that followed he lay as in a trance for 3-4 days, not eating or drinking, save what water Skoll carried to and from the river in a rag.
Vincent recovered and set off for Hogsmeade, where he eventually applied for a job at Hogwarts. Now he takes care of creatures, both magical and not, having a greater connection with them than with most of the humans in the world. Currently he is seeking employment as a CoMC Teacher for Hogwarts.
Brief Roleplay Sample
Vincent watched as giants fought giants, spells were flung, while centaurs and all manner of creatures were joining the battle. He had fought for a bit, but wound up in a tree after an attack and sent him flying. Idly, he wondered about Madeleine Macnair, what would happen to her if her father was killed, then turned his attention to the battle. Sara-Lou was out there to, as was Shaun, both of whom he loved. If anything happened to them...
He turned his face to the side as a Slytherin girl went running past, a group of other students flinging spells at her, trying to capture her. She was of no concern to him, where was his father? Azarel had said that he wouldn't fight Belle, yet Vincent knew he had to be there, biding his time until he could do the most damage. Briefly he caught a glimpse as his father began to fight a giant, not more than 30 meters away, then lost track as the giant went berserk. When he next caught sight of him, their eyes locked for a moment before Azarel was hit by a curse, which sent him flying directly into the path of an Avada Kedavra spell.
Vincent screamed silently, a feeling of such anguish and fury in him that he felt he would never be whole again. No tears came forth, but it felt as though someone was choking the breath from him. He couldn't move either. His father's dying wish, nay, his dying spell had been that his son would be unable to move. The thought crossed Vincent's mind that Azarel may have wasted his chance at life to ensure his son's continued one.
Loki tore off after a few traitorous students who were fleeing, the Dark Mark visible on their arms. Vincent found he no longer cared.
After the battle, Vincent had Loki help him retrieve his father's body, handling the blade Srahgi with care. It was now his, his father's legacy, and property. A home, then, for him and for Loki. Together they started toward this home, away from the hell of civilization, Vincent with his dead father on a stolen broom, Loki pacing along beneath, towards the Highlands...
