Post by Sethius Artemis Liandron on Nov 3, 2009 21:47:17 GMT
† v a m p i r e †
( SETHIUS ARTEMIS LIANDRON )
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
( SETHIUS ARTEMIS LIANDRON )
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
† Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
Full Name ;; Sethius Artermis Liandron
Nickname ;; Seth, Softy, Sugar, Sad Bastard
Age ;; 687
Birthday ;; 12th November 1322
Status ;; single
Sexuality ;; straight
† You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
Eyes ;; blue
Hair Colour;; dirty blond, brown
Hair Style ;; short, gelled into a spiky style generally
Weight ;; 11 stone
Height ;; 5ft9
Build;; peak of physical fitness thus toned and muscular as he spends enough time in the gym to make it so; treating his body much like a tool anyone would think he hated it and close friends know that he does.
Distinguishing Features ;; fetching but incredibly irritable scar across the left side of his neck diagonally from windpipe to collarbone courtesy of the infamous Demetrius himself.
Playby ;; Jamie Bamber (phaw)
† You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
Likes ;;
~Redheads
~Spunk, the innocent kind now, but he did like the other at one time...
~Sensitivity
~Naivety, it reminds him of his younger self
~Modesty, it’s alright being confident but bragging isn’t necessary in his book
~Reading, and occasionally writing poetry, though he wouldn’t let many know this
~Standing up for what he believes in, Seth will take up the mantle of any cause, and often used to have heated arguments with Alexandria; he liked to call them debates.
~Honesty, especially brutal honesty as he respects it, whenever he is asked a question outright he can’t help but tell the truth
~Duelling, with any or even better no weapons
~Hard work with the right amount of fun thrown in
~Banter, especially with Ranvier, and he does enjoy the odd poke at Silas though doesn’t overstep the mark like Ranvier seems prone to
~Curry, but never too hot
~When anyone opens up to him, he prefers emotional conversation to superficial crap as he calls it
~Challenging authority, when they need to be challenged mind, not just for the sake of it
Dislikes ;;
~The war itself, he’s often lain awake trying to figure out a way to end it all
~Cowardice; especially from himself when he had to flee from Demetrius or die
~Any peer pressure, he revolts against it, he won’t be forced into anything
~The abject feeling of complete loneliness that consumes him utterly every once in a while
~Anyone being closed off, he prefers to know what people think of him straight out
Turn On's ;;
~The intoxicating smell of fresh blood, along with other potent aromas though strong perfume can be a bit much
~Eyes that tell a story and can’t help but express every emotion
~Cute noses and a heart-warming smile, sickly as others find it he likes a gracious emotive smile
~Long legs, especially when they’re on show
~Delicate fingers that remind him of his first love
Turn Off's ;;
~Arrogance
~Crazy people, he has enough himself, and his wife was off her rocker
~Weight is a massive turn off for him as he once let himself go…never again
~People who talk about themselves constantly, sure he’ll listen for a bit, but after a while it gets old
~Liars, never ever lie to him, he won’t forget it in a hurry
Fears ;;
~Allowing someone in again and losing them.
~Coming up against Demetrius; it’s always in the back of his mind
~The loneliness consuming him
Secrets ;;
~He’d sell his soul to bring his love back
~Silas has had to stop him taking his own life three times already…but he’s past that grief stage….mostly.
Other ;; Sethius is a troubled man, he wasn’t always but what with one thing and another he’s less confident than he once was, he still sticks up for what he believes in but not with the same gusto as when he was human those many years ago. Generally he’s easy to talk to, never brash and a good listener, getting him to open up can prove tricky sometimes but if someone shares anything with him he feels obliged to return in kind. Seth isn’t exactly loveable, he can be rather grouchy and moody at times especially when he hasn’t had enough sleep but he knows about his faults, most of them, as he has many and does try to do something about them so doesn’t come off as set in his ways as some other vampires he’ll gladly grumble about, and tell them they’re grumpy to their face, like he has with Silas, several times. Luckily Seth is dedicated, maintaining a gruelling exercise regime that dominates his time, he’s an able bodied fighter, especially at close quarters with a fine balance between strength and speed, he doesn’t know when to quit and perhaps most importantly he has a sound head on his shoulders. Relatively quick thinking generally Seth is in his element when fighting as he acts instinctively making fast decisions that have saved his bacon on several occasions and bought him the grudging respect from some of the Elder vampires.
† Your paralyzed, cause this is thriller. thriller night.
Family ;;
Artemis Liandron 1301AD-1337AD (36) [father, deceased-plague]
Francis Liandron 1302AD-1335AD (33) [mother, deceased-childbirth]
Nathanial Liandron 1324AD-1415AD (91) [brother, killed at the battle of Agincourt]
Nicola Liandron 1326AD-1739AD (413) [sister, killed by Hrothgar Melling]
Leanne Liandron 1418AD-1743AD (325) [wife, missing presumed dead]
Birthplace ;; London
Current Residence ;; Vampire Manor
History;; Sethius Artemis Liandron was the firstborn of three, thus all responsibility fell squarely upon his shoulders, his parents were respected and loyal servants to a wealthy lord in the South of England with a reasonable slice of land and a castle not entirely unfit for a King, when their parents died at a not unexpectedly early age the three children were taken in by the wealthy Lord, now if fate were to be fair Sethius as the oldest would have somehow ended up with the title and lands by being in the right place at the right time, but it wasn’t to be, and when sent North to recruit soldiers from Scotland Sethius and Nathanial’s lives were changed forever. When resting in Manchester after the long march, they as a Captain and Sergeant in their Lord’s army respectively were walking the town when a predator far above their skill at arms set upon them; it wasn’t through violence but through craft as the wily vampire took them for her own, her thirst so insatiable that night that she near killed them both. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you view it they were blooded and not killed and were absorbed into the vampire society there. Yet their restless natures, loyalty to their now dying Lord and guilt for leaving their sister behind meant they wouldn’t stay past the year of initiation was it were. So it was that they returned South and Nathanial’s impetuousness beat down Sethius’ warnings and he found his brother blooding their sister, and all he could hear were Silas’ words of warning ringing in his ear, never to blood another until both people were truly ready.
Sethius believed his beloved sister was always a little unhinged since the blooding, quicker to anger and rasher than her calmer self before the yearning for blood consumed her. Under the command of their Lord’s descendant the brother’s joined the bitter fighting in the Hundred Years war against France that was still raging on and off. Throughout their time there Sethius learnt the art of war as he rose through the ranksbut his younger brother always held him back, unable to control his insatiable thirst for blood they often had to move around the army even changing sides at one point as their cover was nearly blown again and again. Having told their sister much about the Vampire and Lycan war she had decided to leave her servitude in the South and head North to become her own free spirited woman, not knowing that she should not really have been blooded by vampires so young.
It was the battle of Agincourt that spelt their family’s doom as when the brother’s quarrelled they fought bitterly, and Nathanial chose the wrong side in the fight and though Sethius tried to save his brother when the battle reached its final stages he found his dead brother punctured with countless English arrows. Realising his warlike nature needed restraint he sought out his sister to tell her how their brother had met his untimely end. So it was that he returned to the Vampire Manor and though he wasn’t welcomed back with completely open arms he was allowed to return. Slowly but surely he worked his way into Alexandria’s good graces through his proficient fighting skills and steadfast determination to prove himself. With a natural flair for leadership his undoing was long and drawn out with the undying love of his opposite; Leanne Jurus. They were on and off for years, the running joke of the Manor, especially the butt of Ranvier’s jokes and Silas’ grumbles about the youth of today. Skirmishes with the Lycans didn’t bother Sethius then, he almost enjoyed them and life was generally good, which of course marked the beginning his inevitable descent into madness.
In 1739 everything went downhill as he lost his beloved sister to a duel with Hrothgar Melling, and within the space of five years his wife was caught in a skirmish and killed too. Slipping into a spiral of despair Sethius lost all confidence in his own abilities blaming himself for both of their deaths, overlong he did mourn becoming intrusive and snappish and anyone who came close, until after much travel, mainly of Europe he had an epiphany and a desire for revenge fuelled his return in 1803 after his 60 year hiatus of grieving wanderlust. His climb back up the vampire hierarchy has been long and drawn out as his past confidence has grown again just covering the surface of an emotionally savaged being. His numberless hours of training has brought him to the very pinnacle of physical fitness and it is only his emotional well-being and sanity that can really be questioned, slowly but surely he’s regaining the vampire’s trust, and in this time of turmoil they need as many dependable hands as possible to share the load, but will he crack under the pressure?
† And no-ones gonna save you from the beast about to strike
Your name/alias ;; Matt
Age ;; 20
Rp Experiance ;; just a tad…few years now it must be
How'd you find us ;; through Dan badgering me? =)
Rp Sample ;; Take a looksie back at old school stuff pwease
Merci Buckets
