Post by khorne on Jun 12, 2009 15:30:36 GMT -7
Photo taken by Pat Lee. Model/Bodybuilder Tuan Tran.†Khaine - Sur - Lor†
†Lor†
†General Information†
Full Name: Lor Khaine Sur
Nicknames KSL, Lor, Soul Drinker, Flesh Tearer, and most appropriate one of them all. Kaela Mensha Khaine. Means bloody handed Khaine XD
Gender: Male
Age: 162
Age they appear: 23
Race: Vampire
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Bipolar, Muscle Dysmorphic. and The Black Rage, which is pretty much a psychotic imprint left by his leaders death long ago lol. Causes him to go insane when he fights.
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Khaine has two personalities really. Usually he is an calm, and stained in apathy, a calculative type of person so to say. Though he's pretty kept to himself less he has an urge. He's awfully quite sadistic, really, make that Sadomasochistic. Though there are times where he can get out of hand, when his split personality comes in, he is as vicious and unruly as an animal. He is reckless and ruthless, he will not stop under any circumstances when he is this way. Meaning he gets what he wants or he expires. Really his Bipolar disorder is kept in check by feeding so he is tamed back into his less threatening state of mind. Though, offending him would be a bad idea, he takes all remarks seriously unless he knows that person well. He loves his pride as he loves blood.
Khaine is pretty obsessed with his shape. Pretty much Muscle Dysmorphic. When ever he sees his reflection he can only frown and insult himself. Though he has highly developed muscles in everyone else's eyes, he seems anorexic almost to himself. Like a twig. His common phrases are "Damn it! Now matter how much I train I'm not packing on enough muscle!" which his listeners beg to differ.
Around strangers he's pretty odd, sticking out like a sore thumb but when around good friends. He pretty much turns into a party animal.
Likes:
† Fighting
†Pain to himself or others. It encourages him
†Blood of course!
†Showing off his strength physique
†Partying day and night
†Shopping for new clothes
†Admiring the female physique (Hahah XD)
†Being around a lot of people
†Cars even though he doesn't even need them.
†Metal, Death metal. Any metal really lol
Hates:
† His challenges declined or opponents fleeing
† Learning from those younger than him
† Being insulted on his physique
† Drinking
† Loud high pitched noises.
† When people over use Like or uhh or um when they talk
† Stuttering
† People smacking their lips
† Country Music
† People who are all talk
† Getting his clothes dirty
† Lazy people
Talents:
†Unnatural titan like strength, capable of crushing bones or steel in his grip.
†Fighting prowess
†Iron willed, hard to demoralize
†Quick thinking in emergency situations
†Very agile, loves to scale about the city at night.
†Plays the electric guitar
†A great chef surprisingly even though he doesn't eat food.
†He can speak an old lost language from his homeland.
Habits:
†Working out at any given moment
†Checking himself out
†Comparing himself to others
†Talking a bit too loud behind someones back
†Smiling when ever yelled at.
†Touchy when talking to people, like he'll be poking the person or what ever
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: olive
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: light chocolate brown
Build: Athletic bodybuilder
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: None
Choice of Clothing: Khaine tends to stroll about in an all white fitted suit with the top buttons left unfastened exposing his protruding chest, with very light peach chalk stripes running down it including his pants. With very polished white dress shoes that sparkle in the sun almost with a glare strong enough to blind a man. (lol XD) He wears a midnight black dress shirt underneath, the collar popped upwards which also has the top buttons undone to expose his built chest. He also wears designer square framed black glasses along with expensive accessories. A white gold Rolex watch, platinum rings on each of his index and pinky fingers that are engraved with elaborate patterns, last but not least he dons a thick sparkling platinum chain that goes down to his chest.
But for casual dressing, he goes about wearing a black wrist cuff with steel designs on it. Some faded black jeans are just torn in the right places and perfectly fitted. He wears half undone, un-tucked, dress shirts with his chest exposed and sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows. Preferably shades of red or purple. With the same jewelry/accessories he always wears with black dress shoes and a variety of colored studded belts.
Other: Khaine stands at 6'2 weighing in at 235 lbs. He has unusually long fangs, but even better. All of his teeth are piranha like, all of them canines as if except for his front 8 Incisors so there wont be much suspicion if he smiles SLIGHTLY.
†History:†
History: Khaine originates from south east Asia. An oriental vampire, over the many years he's been active he's been living in peace mainly. From a community who's never even been contacted by vampires or werewolves, who worshiped him as an gods reincarnation. So he stayed in that town, slaying none for they made their daily sacrifices of blood for him to feast on. Though he had snapped one day, his bipolar disorder becoming clear to him, he had not been sustained with enough blood, he had gone into a furious rage slaying down the towns inhabitants with pleasure. Not even stopping to say a word, he merely pounced onto them as a lion would, and began to tear away at their throats. Indulging himself in a blood bath which proved capable to fueling him for several weeks even a month at max till he had to feed again. He wandered across all of Asia, leaving the chaos that inevitably followed him where ever he went when his throat was parched. How he ended up where he is now, he doesn't even know. He must of lost track after moving so much and killing so many. He's noticed he has gained control over his flaw some what.
Mother/Father: Little is known about the two really, other than the fact his mother was a vampire. The two died around the time Khaine was five.
Siblings: None
Offspring:None
†RP example:†
A wicked grin spread across Khaine's face as he heard the whimpers of man as they hesitantly closed in on him, their guns clacking as they chambered live rounds. "My my, what a situation."
One of the men had broken, shouting out at him in furious rage. "You killed them! You killed them all you sick fuck! And you show no signs of pity for those you've slain, even the children!" Khaine laughed heartily at his remark. "Humans...How predictable... You cherish the living oh too dearly my friend." That line brought upon a hail of bullets flying through the air. Khaine jumped high into the air, landing on one of the men here for revenge, crushing his ribs in with a satisfying crack. He quickly thrust his hand into the mans chest, tearing out his heart and tilted his head back letting the blood stream into his mouth.
He crushed the heart, tossing it down and stampeding to the other fighters as they fired at him, jumping onto a near by wall and wall running towards another, taking an arm off with a clawing motion. His play time carried on till only one was left and he was cowering on the ground. Scooting away as Khaine stepped closer. "What? Afraid?" Khaine smirked as he took the mans empty pistol from his hand, going over to another corpse and taking out an loaded magazine. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Khaine let out one shot, piercing the mans calf, he continued to empty the pistol's magazine into his limbs. Pleasure being derived from his howls of pain and begs for mercy. Khaine then drew his knife, plunging it slowly into the mans stomach. "Oh, I'm khaine... I didnt quite catch your name." The man only stared him dead in the eyes as he screamed in agony. Khaine looked down to the mans dog tag. "Michael is it? Pleased to meet you..." Khaine began to laugh savagely, putting full force on the knife now, punching a hole straight through his midsection. He then picked up an soldiers rifle, impaling Michael through the right lung and pinning him to a wall.
"Getting thirsty." He then bent Michael's head back as he was pinned and letting out gasps of air, taking a good clean bite. Sitting there savoring the flavor of his sweet warm blood as he hung there helpless letting out now gurgling cries of despair.
After feeding, Khaine let out a frown of disgust. He had gotten a spec of blood on the wrist cuff of his white suit!
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Devin
Other Characters: None really, my first character on this forum. Though I've RP'ed before.
