Post by peter on May 6, 2010 23:05:49 GMT -7
† Peter - Jacob - Lovelace †
†Jake†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Peter Jacob Lovelace
Nicknames: Jake
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Twnety-Eight
Age they appear: See Above
Occupation: Atrum Venator Leader
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: None That Are Known
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Peter is a hard person to really get close too. After dramatic events in his life, Peter has shut his emotions off to most people. Anger is a common occurrence with Peter when things are not done according to plan. He rules with an iron fist, and will not take no for an answer. With little to no friends, Peter does have a slight soft side to him.
Children are what get Peter emotional. His background explains this, but when a child is in danger or hurt, or in need he will stop and assist. Very few people know this, with this information, an enemy could use this to their advantage. Peter quite rarely smiles and is usually the one people fear the most when they walk into a room. His intimidating personality explains everything really.
Whilst growing up he ran into one too many, beasts as he likes to call them. Vampires and Werewolves as the population refers to them. With his hatred looming deep inside as he watched these brutal beasts tear humans apart. Either way, they disgusted Peter, and his anger rages when he encounters one, the only thing on his mind at that point is to kill. After creating Atrum Venator, he found that being the leader of this fighting force was a lot more difficult then planned. People wanted more money, people took him for granted. A few didn't think he was serious when he talked about killing Vampires and Werewolves. Peter had a strong grasp though, he had everything he needed to be a powerful leader for this group of humans. Nothing would ruin his iron fist control now. There was passion in his leadership though, if one were to observe, he poured his heart into this leadership, he loved the work he was doing. Peter wanted everyone in Atrum Venator to love it as well, a task he strove to accomplish.
Likes:
† Weapons
† Killing
† Children (Not Sexually)
† Billiards
† Hard Liquor
Hates:
† When people are soft
† Complaining
† Disobedience
† Disrespect
† Leeching
Talents:
† Physically tough (Very muscular, loves to lift. Also, he can take a lot of pain)
† Mentally tough(Torture or mental mind tricks are just games to Peter, no one could mentally control or hurt him)
† A wicked good shot
† Good Leader
† Manipulating
Habits:
† Drinks too much
† Fighting
† Shooting
† Pacing
† Thrifty Spending
† Appearance †
Skin Color: White
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Build: Muscular
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: None
Choice of Clothing: Dress shirt, and jeans
Wolf Appearance: N/A
Other: Not needed
† History †
History: Peter Jacob Lovelace was born in Barcelona, Spain in a very high end villa. Everything in Peter's young life was blissful, he had everything he wanted, and everything was an understatement. Life was peaceful and normal for Peter until after his eighteenth birthday. Going to a mates house for a wild party with alcohol, women, and strippers for his birthday, Peter got pretty plastered. The next evening he took himself home and came into his house to the death of his parents.
Peter with little emotion found the beast in his brothers room, ripping up the last parts of his brothers body. A werewolf hovered over his brothers body blood dripping from its claws and fangs. Peter without a second thought pulled out his Kimber (which he always carried on his person), and unloaded the entire magazine into this foul beast. Doing little to no damage, the werewolf lept through the window and ran. Peter watched his brother get butchered and experienced his mother and father's dead bodies torn to shreds.
Hatred swelled up in his large body, if only he had stayed home that night, he could have helped his family. Everything was his fault, the people closest to him were murdered. A year later when Peter's life finally recovered, his fiance, a gorgeous Spaniard was murdered by a Vampire, and again he wasn't there to help. Anger was now bursting through the veins in Peter's body. At the age of nineteen, Peter got his five closest friends all who had family or friends murdered by the foul creatures band together to fight them.
It was very unsuccessful though, a thug group of six young men trying to battle hundreds of Vampire and Werewolves that purged Barcelona. Two years later with the fighting of his now five in total people, the Werewolves overran the city and took control. With failure in his mind, Peter escaped with his friends to France...
In France, Peter recruited heavily all the people he could. He showed videos of people in Barcelona getting torn apart by these beasts. Empathy, anger, sadness, and power were in these people's minds, they willingly followed Peter in his rallying. With the amount of members not at almost fifty, there was need for large sums of money. Peter flew to Switzerland with his five most trusted and to his family's bank.
His father had millions in Euro's to go around, an account that now had his name on it. Enough to supply an army was what he had. To keep the wealth growing though, Peter needed to make some investments and large scale purchases. Back in Paris, France, Peter bought out the whole weapon industry there and it pleased him. There was now, almost unlimited weapons and ammo for an extremely cheap price, and income.
Peter knew that with the destruction of these industries, he would lose his income, he had to move. When he was twenty-seven him and his followers moved to London, England. Little was there, it seemed that the Werewolves, and Vampires were already fighting amongst themselves and they were in charge. The human population was in the dust hiding like bats.
Peter came and found an abandoned hotel and revamped it to his hideout, his new goal was to liberate London from the much hated beasts. Everyone knows that Atrum Venator's real headquarters is in Blackwater Frontier. A stop Peter made before hitting London, just to be sure everything was secured. The dirt that fed on human flesh. Small ambushes were successful in London. Quickly he moved his whole clan here now number close to a hundred. He searched for an industry to purchase, there was little here that the Werewolves didn't control.
With men still in France, he ordered them to invest in French and German industries, to keep his income high. Peter with only one thing in his life he wanted, that was to murder every Werewolf and Vampire he could see. The name of his group was now established, Atrum Venator. Atrum meant dark, and Venator was a hunter. Dark Hunter or Hunters, that was his real task.
Now, Peter needs more recruits, and his plans are moving into a much higher scale. With money, guns, and his new industry for London starting up. He is ready to battle hard against the Vampires and Werewolves. Drugs being his new income in London, everyone, wants drugs...
Mother/Father: Derek, and Selena Lovelace (Deceased)
Siblings: Jean Mark Lovelace (Deceased)
Offspring: None
Other: None
† RP example †
The king was happy to see everyone here so happy and in good spirits. It was always the lower class in a society that rang the true heart of the whole city itself. And one could call Camelot a city, it provided for itself, had a military of some of the finest knights, and grew its own food. Nothing was greater than Camelot in Arthur's opinion. This was his dream his whole life was to be a king of a powerful city that had worldwide respect and was in the most prestigious of all places. He wanted to rule with honesty, chivalry, respect, and love. Arthur was not a hot headed king like the king of the Holy Roman Empire, or a greedy king like that of the Spaniards, nor was he a land thirsty king like that of the French and Italians. Arthur was overall, acceptable and lovable.
The weather was not changing, it was simply dull, a slight breeze tugged playfully at all hair, the trees moved gracefully in place. It was a gorgeous land that Arthur had here, rolling hills with lush green grass. It was not that hard spiky grass that everyone hates but the soft short grass that most people want to roll in. There was almost never a rain storm in Camelot and when there was it was miserable, dark howling monstrous clouds the pour buckets of rain onto the townsfolk and castle. On the more positive note, Camelot was also known for their animal life. Squirrels, deer, and chipmunks are commonly seen throughout the land that the king owned. Every once in a while one would see a bear or a coyote, but those were rare.
Visitors from countries like The Holy Roman Empire, Spain, France, Portugal, Britain, Italy, and even the New America have happened across Camelot in their travels. All of these visitors have mentioned the high quality and friendliness of Camelot. Most of them have wanted to come back again and again if they had the time and money. Camelot was a bolstering place with lots to do and little time to do it in. It was a honeymoon location for many travelers and a place of contests for warriors. Every year Camelot threw the biggest jousting tournament any place has ever seen and famous knights from all over come to participate. It brings in quite a profit for Camelot and quite the attraction for the Camelot people. It was one of Arthur's brilliant ideas and he was pleased to have thought it up.
Arthur watched this wonderful woman collect her hens and talk briefly to the man who seemed anxious to talk to her. After she turned and responded positively to the kings answer a smile was stretched across the royal kings mouth and he beamed. It was always a pleasure to shop with someone new, and to tell you the real truth, the king loved to shop. That is a story to be brought up in length another day though. Arthur listened again as she let her smooth voice reveal her name to the king and he sighed. The beauty of the name rang in his ears as soft notes. It pleased him and he smiled warmly to Belladonna.
"Belladonna, what a lovely name mi'lady. A new fit for queens I must add. And your beauty is that of Goddesses." Arthur was telling the truth and one would know since Arthur was not a man who lied. Very rare was it to hear a lie come form the mouth of Arthur. If it ever were to happen it was for a very very important reason. In this case everything he was saying was true and one could see it in his eyes. He was a very honest man and that was a trait he also honored. With the same courteous gesture as before, Arthur extended his elbow towards Belladonna offering his service of an escort. The first location was her choice and he was willing to go anywhere. Time was not a problem this day since everything on his schedule was canceled. Slowly he turned his head and looked a tthe woman beside him and spoke again.
"Where is it you wish to go? Name a store that you have always desired to shop at if only you had more coins? Do not lie to me or say you don't want me spending money on you. I absolutely insist, this is for you Lady Belladonna." Arthur was prepared to take her anywhere she please and he would be happy. It had been sometime since he went shopping with a woman and he missed it actually. If everything went well, Belladonna might get lucky and be invited to Camelot herself. It was a visit Arthur wished he could extend to all the peasants, but his advisors reminded him of his safety. Advisors were a pain in the ass sometimes, but the king knew just how important they were so he heeded their words and satisfied their demands. Though never once has he raised their craving to enlarge their pockets. He felt it was a waste in the budget of Camelot.
Arthur took in a deep breath full of Camelot air which is said to be the crispest and freshest air. He released the air and looked again at Belladonna. "Shall we start my lady?" he asked politely as he gestured forward with his hand.
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Name: peter
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