Post by redemption on Jul 16, 2009 3:15:12 GMT -7
†Cristian-Javelin-Kovzein†
†Cris†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Kovzein, Cristian Javelin((the J is more of an h sound and the I is like an ee sound))
Nicknames: Cris, Jave
Gender: Male
Age: 157
Age they appear: 24
Race: Vampyre
Orientation: Bisexual
Health Problems: Schizophrenia, it worsens depending on the day
†Personality†
Basic Personality: He is narcissistic most of the time, which often makes most people think little of him. Cristian is considered by most to be a heartless, arrogant bastard. He is not as cold hearted as most think, though he chooses to act like it most of the time. He can be charming if he really wishes to be. He is a complete and utter hopeless romantic that can be very sweet, kind, and caring, but only if he loves you. If he likes you, he won’t be a total ass, most of the time. He is rather smart and will correct you if something is wrong.
He is a very refined person and will usually keep to himself. He’s very quiet and likes to observe situations around him without getting involved. Don’t get me wrong though, he does like action and is not afraid to fight for anything. He would rather watch a fight than jump into one, unless he will definitely be the winner, or if he’s protecting someone or something dear to him. He can be very indifferent and rather sensitive about certain things, but it usually doesn’t matter because of his tendency to hold everything in anyways.
Cristian can tend to be a very complex person to those that view him from the outside, but those that are really close to him, if you’re lucky to get that far, know quite differently about the way he thinks. His mind is actually very simple once you get to know him, though he will almost never cease to amaze those around him.
Likes:
† Pain
† Blue butterflies
† Sex, especially the kinky stuff
† Torture
† Killing
† Thunderstorms, rain in general
Hates:
† Being woken up early
† Loud noises
† Authority of all kind
† Rap music
† Sheets that aren’t made of silk
Talents:
† Singing in the Shower
† Have a large vocabulary
† Very skilled hands… *Taken in more ways than one*
† Making people he cares about smile
† Being very poetic
Habits:
† Drinking religiously
† Cutting himself in various locations
† Sighs a lot
† Gambling, only with cards though
† Standing in the rain and staring at the sky
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale white
Hair Color: Jet black, or really really dark chocolate brown
Eye Color: Dark Reddish Brown
Build: Somewhere between lean and muscular. He’s quite thin, yet not to be underestimated.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Scars all along his collarbone, arms, chest, stomach and legs. All but two were self-inflicted.
Choice of Clothing: Anything black and it would be preferable if it came with chains. That’s right. More the Hot Topic, Gothic/emo style fits him best, though not something too tight. He likes to be comfortable no matter what he’s in. If he’s not in all black he either has some red or blue on him as well as black. He’s very picky about how he dresses and loves to leave a first impression, be it a good one or not. His outfits usually are paired with lots of chains and belts, and usually a spike collar. Some say it’s a shock collar for an extra boost every now and then… but I digress. He has one earring in his left ear, and it usually changes from day to day.
Other: Cristian is 6’1” and like I said, on the lean side of things. His exact weight varies as do most. He’s got a crescent shaped birth mark on his left shoulder blade, but other than that nothing more that’s really important about him.
†History:†
History: Cristian was born second to his sister Kira, who was exactly 10 months older than he. He was raised in Russia to a pair of Noble Vampyres. As a young boy he worked hard at studying all that he could, and exhibited quite a thirst for knowledge. His parents were very pleased with his progress. Until his younger brother Louice was born. Cristian’s mother died giving birth to him because of the amount of blood she lost. Cristian was fascinated by the phenomenon and decided to look more into it.
As his brother grew up, his father looked more and more away from Cristian and started to make him work with the servants of the household, being as Cristian was the only one that took after his mother’s appearance. His father wanted nothing more to do with him.
When Cristian was old enough to leave on his own, he did just that, taking only what he needed and hit the road, stealing one of the stable horses as he did so. He made it to France, the place of his mother’s birth, with the money he had stolen. After that he began his studies again, utterly fascinated with the way things of the world changed and how they did so.
When he reached around 75, though he still only looked in his early twenties, he met a nice young French lady, and the two of them were engaged to be wed that next month. But someone in the town found out what he was. A Vampyre. That part of France was so rural that most of the creatures of darkness were thought to be myths. But Cristian was indeed as they accused him. He returned one day from his travels to find his wife hung with the unborn child torn from her womb and being burned. He knew he was no longer welcome and wandered aimlessly in the grief that had struck him senseless.
Hundreds of years later we find him in London, being almost as loose as ever and taking more than just blood from the pretty girls he encountered. Not to say that he wasn’t still a respectable guy, he had just… changed a little.
Mother/Father: Caterin and Mosciro Rowen-Kovzein Both deceased
Siblings: He has a brother named Louice and a sister by the name of Kira, but they are either dead or he never speaks to them.
Offspring: None, he’s not a very sociable person, after all.
Other: Cristian has a half brother somewhere out there, but again he never speaks with any of his family.
†RP example:†
Blood colored eyes were the first thing anyone would notice about this wandering stranger. The deep, and seemingly endless eyes that held so much wisdom on so many matters. That what they thought of him. He was a wise man, weary from travels. Ha. Yeah right.
Turns out he had an apartment just up the street, but they didn’t need to know that did they? Wasn’t it better if they took pity on him? Weren’t they easier to catch that way? A soft smirk crossed his thin pale lips, as mischief lit up those deep eyes that were the same as the blood freshly spilled from a young woman’s throat.
But that was the wonder of it all. The smirk on his face nearly disappeared as those gorgeous eyes focused out onto the street. The rain was beginning. He smiled and stood, paying whatever bill he owed to the barkeeper and wandered out onto the street. Ah the rain…
The way it poured over his creamy, nearly petal soft skin, through his luxurious black hair, made him seem almost as if he were a god. That thought made him laugh. How ironic it was that the creatures closest to the devil looked so much like gods? But that was just how life worked. He smiled again, his eyes shifting from that deep, dark red into the pitch black color they normally were. Those eyes stared up at the sky. It was the only way he felt clean. The only way he felt… Free.
The male sighed and made his way down the street. Who knew who he would meet on this road, or what would trouble him there. But the truth was, he didn’t much care at that time. Only stopping to enjoy he rain more the harder it poured, cleansing his sinful flesh. This was the way it would start. And this is where it would end.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Aerin, but you can call me anything. I have different screen names everywhere. If you wanna call me Cris you can.
Other Characters: Not on this site but hopefully soon. On other sites and in the stories my mind seems to create rather easily I have hundreds of characters. This one is just one of my favorites, though I did change a bit about him to make him just right for this site.
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