Milliardo de Leon

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Milliardo de Leon;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Zack
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 5 or so, on and off
Contact:Best to contact via PMs

ID Tag;;

Alias: Captain de Leon
Name: Milliardo de Leon
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 456
Physical Age: Twenty-three
Species: Were-Tiger
Sire: Rafael Negro
Religious Affiliation: Very weak Christian
Wealth: Could buy his own country if he wished, billionaire.
Job: Piracy

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Does not need the moon to turn
2. Able to pilot almost any device
3. Extremely skilled at hand to hand combat/Swordplay

Summary:
With age comes quite a few perks, there needing to be something to counterbalance the insanity which always seemed to accompany it. In Milliardo's case he not only mastered the art of hand to hand combat, not being a large fan of guns, but also discovered how to shift without the need of a full moon. In these regards he is master, and this is without including the fact that he seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to controlling any form of a mobile device.

Swordplay is something which was necessary in his time when someone decided to become a pirate, his kind not having any of the fancy machine guns which pirates try to use in the current time. Sure, hand cannons and extremely simple rifles were beginning to be used, but that was still by the vast minority. He had been quite a skilled swordsman in his early years, but it was nothing compared to his skill after a hundred or so years. Countless battles have honed his skills, his heightened were-senses making it seem as if he is cheating. He has yet to be bested in his swordplay, even if he has been shot quite a few times.

Oddly enough, there is not to extreme of a difference between piloting a nautical ship and an aircraft. Sure, there are different controls, but those are simple enough to learn. What is alike is how one feels in control of these things, how they learn to take everything into account way before an issue rises. It is like a sixth sense for a pilot, something which all can not obtain but once it is there it will never go away. Once Milliardo gets his hands on a craft her merely seems to understand how to operate it, and given a little bit of time he will master it long before he should be able too.

Lastly there is something which seems fairly standard for most were-beings of sufficient age, the pirate can turn into his more animalistic form whether the moon is full or not. It hurts, sure, and his clothes tends to end up being ripped into shreds, but that doesn't truly matter much to him. There are moments when being an almost five hundred pound white tiger is extremely useful, his were form being by far superior to his human self in speed and strength.

Weakness:
1. Has extremely weak moral fiber
2. Tends to mistake one person for another
3. Suffers from powerful nightmares

Summary:
In order to be a pirate, something which Milliardo has been since the 1500s, one must have a very waving conscience. The person must either see very few things as wrong, or merely not care about good and evil. Milliardo was the first of the two, it took something quite extreme for him to believe it to be wrong. One should never slit the throat of an elderly person, but raping and pillaging is merely part of the pirate code. The years have not, of course, made it so that his conscience has grown any larger.

With age comes particular issues, and for Milliardo this is mistaking particular individuals for others. He has met many different people throughout the years, and some of them have made giant impacts on his mind. Thus when he sees someone who acts like a being from his past, or maybe looks like them ever so slightly, his mind tends to mix the two individuals. He might end up calling the new person by the name of the old, or feel particular urges for someone which should not be there. There is truly no remedy for this either, if he begins feeling hatred towards someone because of a long standing rivalry he has for another he will always feel that way for said person.

Even though his morals are waning, there is still the fact that he holds particular things to be wrong. Unfortunately enough for him, these things tend to haunt his dreams. On a regular basis he finds himself shooting into the waking world, sweat rolling from his body. He rarely remembers the nightmares anymore, there have been so many, but that does not keep it from being fiercely aggravating. Whether he is on a ship or in one of his manors, no level of relaxation seems to be able to keep this from occurring. He once had a female companion who kept his nightmares at bay as long as she slept at his side, but she is long gone.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Extremely blonde, truly looks white. His hair travels the entire course of his back, always allowed to run loose.
Eyes: Aqua
Height: 6'1"
Marks: Three long scars are on his back, there from when his sire scratched him many years ago. The scars are difficult even when his shirt is off, his hair usually covering them
Race: Spanish
Skin Tone: Very lightly tanned
Body Type: Extremely fit. Even when clothes is covering his body it is evident that he is muscular, even though it is not to an extreme. He sees absolutely no use in looking like a common, every day thug.
Clothing Style: While it varies on situation, he is most comfortable in cargo pants and a t-shirt. He finds it easiest to transform in such clothing, and also simple to move around in under the event he gets into an altercation. Milliardo does, however, understand how at times one must dress more formal for a situation, wearing suits when the occasion is called for.
Footwear: If he is given the chance, the Were-tiger will do his best to wear boots. He enjoys how versatile they are, how they can be utilized whether he is giving chase to a foe or climbing a steep mountain. If he is seen out of boots, he is usually barefoot.

Summary:
The captain has been cut numerous times throughout his life, shot in limbs more times than he can count, and yet still comes off as a pretty boy half of the time. His muscles course his entire frame, he stands at a height which was extremely odd in his time, and yet his hair looks almost silken when in the light. No matter how hard he tries to seem like a true pirate captain, where someone merely looks at him and fear is swept into their heart, it does not happen. So he has come to accept how he looks, rarely gets offended when someone remarks on how he does not have an eyepatch nor a peg leg. Of course if they wanted proof of his adventures he could always remove his shirt and sweep his hair to the side, at which point they could easily see the scars which travel his back. His old captain had left him a nice little parting gift, that was for sure.

Tiger Appearance;;

Eye Color: Aqua
Fur Color: White with black stripes across it.
Fur Length: Average length for a white tiger, nothing special.
Fur Texture: While far from the texture of sand paper, it is rough for tiger fur. Does not matter how his hair feels in human form, his fur is always rough once he transforms.
Size: About nine and a half feet long, from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail, weight being around four hundred and fifty pounds. Fairly common for a Bengal Tiger.
Marks: None

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Vehicles, whether they be airborne or seaborne.
2. Unique items
3. The opposite gender

Dislikes:
1. The police
2. Other were-creatures
3. Staying on land for large amounts of time

Flaws:
1. His past tends to haunt him
2. Will very rarely admit to being wrong
3. Will do almost anything for an adrenaline rush

Summary:
If Milliardo does not need to walk anywhere, he will not. It is not that he is lazy, nor does he have an odd limp, it is merely that he has an extreme admiration for vehicles, whether they are automobiles or jet-skis. If he has the option to take something mechanical, he is not a fan of riding horses or anything of the sort, he will always take that option. It does not matter if he has no idea how to use the vehicle, he will merely figure it out on his own. With this in mind he hates being on land for large sums of time, the pirate would much rather be on a ship or in a plane. There is something about not having anything moving beneath him, about not needing to keep his balance, that makes him feel slightly uneasy.

There are particular things, however, that are more stereotypical of his life of piracy than others. He has an extreme love of women, not believing in the least the old rumor that it is highly unlucky to have a female on a ship. Milliardo has been married dozens of times over the years, has had hundreds of lovers. In his mind one of the best parts of being someone who does not age is being able to have as many women throughout his life as is possible. The more exotic the female is, the more he enjoys their company. He is an avid collector of rare artifacts, things which come in a limited quantity, and this goes for women as well.

He has an extreme hatred for only two things, the police and other were-beings. The first is quite simple, they have attempted to thwart his plans, his happiness, by far to many times. Captain de Leon sees very few laws as just, and even fewer law enforcement officers as it. In his mind the majority of cops are two-faced, they are nothing more than wolves in sheep clothing. At least he admits to what he is, that he is not a model citizen, they do not share his truthfulness. Lastly, he loathes all other weres. His first experience with one was when he was confronted by his creator, and it was surely not a pleasant experience. He finds it difficult to ever rip his original thought of them from his head, atrocious creatures who run off of nothing but instinct. It does not help much that he runs off of little but instinct half of the time.

Background Check;;

Family Members: All deceased, so it doesn't matter.
Birth Place: Spain
Childhood: A lot of dirt and grime, pain on top of it. If someone was not well off during the days of his childhood they tended to live extremely atrocious lives, which would explain why he decided to become a pirate. His parents were kind to him, in the very least.
Transformation: His Ex-Captain had no ability to control himself in his own were-from and scratched him
Prey: Anything which potentially can hold it's own. He will never attack someone who is handicapped, nor anyone younger than sixteen years old or older than in their mid-forties.
Moon Tidings: While he is forced to turn when the moon is full, he has yet to meet a single were-being who does not transform under the light of it, he can also turn whenever he chooses. Whether it be day or not, it does not matter in the least.
Other Transformation: For an unknown reason, Milliardo's bite nor scratch will turn someone. In order for someone to be turned by the pirate they must actually get some of his blood inside of them, whether it be through their mouth or a cut of their own.
History:
The mid fifteen hundreds, a time when the Spanish Empire was truly at it's strongest. They dominate the other major countries in the terms of trade, had a military which could hold off any attacker. Sure, there was an issue on the coasts with piracy, and it was taxing on the people that Spain was constantly at war with Italy and France, but it was quite a bit better than it had been in the past. This was the world which Milliardo had been born into, the only child of two extremely poor parents. Life was difficult for him, they barely even had a roof over their head, but in the very least his parents were kind to him. They would starve themselves in order to keep him fed, would cause themselves immense pain to try and get him whatever he wanted. He loved his parents for this reason, but he kept a secret from them ever since he was ten years of age.

He wanted to be a pirate! Milliardo wanted to sail the high seas, taking whatever he wanted from whoever he wanted. He wished to be the captain of his own ship, being truly important and, even more important, memorable. He used to sit on the docks near his home, feet dangling off of the wooden edge as he hoped he could catch a glimpse of a pirate ship. He knew that it was foolish, that if he ever saw a pirate it would most likely be his last sight, but he didn't care. It was his dream, and he would be damned if he did not obtain it.

He was sixteen when his dream finally became a reality, a pirate ship attacked his small town. He had been eating dinner with his family when he first heard the cannon-fire, had dropped his bread in order to run and try to see what the commotion was about. Surely enough it was finally his time, he came eye to eye with a pirate. Yet it was not any pirate which he laid his eyes on, the one which was standing in the middle of the alley next to his home was the captain of a ship. The captain had just thrust his sword through a military man, had ripped his sword from the dead countryman in order to ready himself for Milliardo. He was thrown off when the teenager stopped a few feet from him, begged to be allowed to join the crew. The captain laughed at first, mentioned how the male looked like a model of sorts, but in the end agreed to let him board the ship.

Seven years, that was how long Milliardo stayed under the command of Rafael, the man from the alley. The captain was not as horrible as most would expect, he never punished his crew for absolutely no reason. If they took something from a city, from a ship, he would allow them to keep a portion. If they kidnapped a female he would, in the very least, allow them to have their fun with her before he took the poor girl for his own. He only had two quirks, one was that he had a giant metal cage in his cabin and the second was that, whenever the moon was full, loud growls could be heard from the same cabin. The cage they merely believed to be part of the games he would play with the women they brought aboard, they had seen some of them inside of it at time. Yet the growls, the loud roars which at times would keep them awake, they could not explain. So the crew merely acted as if it did not happen, even growing to be able to sleep while the noises occurred at night.

After this length of time Milliardo had become the right hand of the captain, his first mate. He was entrusted to watch over the crew when the captain was not around, keep them in line in the case that they ever decided to deny his orders. He was happy with his position, not only because he enjoyed the company of his captain but also because he would be the next captain if the current one ever died. This was the reason he had walked into Rafael's captain on a moonlit night, why he had even gone against the captain's orders in doing so. One of the crew had hidden a rapier made of pure silver under his bunk, and another crewmate had ratted him out. Milliardo felt he needed to give the weapon to the captain, that it was his duty to have such a precious item.

Confusion was the only thing to sweep over him once he entered the cabin. The captain was nowhere to be found, but there was a tiger located in the large cage. It was a beautiful creature, it's fur being white with black stripes crossing it. Yet it was also angry, extremely so. The feline was clawing at the bars on the cage, ramming itself into the door repeatedly. Milliardo did not understand what was going on, but he was quickly forced to act. His smell had driven the creature even further into insanity, and it slammed into the door with all of it's might. The five hundred pound creature forced the metal to shudder underneath it, breaking in such a way that it could be released. The tiger did not waste a second as it ran towards the male, it being extremely evident in it's gaze that it wanted to use him as a meal.

Milliardo turned around, attempted to run for the door. He got his hand on the door knob before he felt a searing pain in his back, the creature having sliced right through his shirt. The pirate dropped to his knees, knew that if he did not do something he would surely be dead. So he spun around as quickly as he could muster, jabbed the rapier forward as he hoped it would pierce the tiger. Luck was on his side, the sharp object not only pierced through it's flesh, but it's right eye. He dug it deep inside of the creature's skull, not paying any attention as a loud roar covered the entire ship. Within seconds the feral creature was laying on the ground, dead, and he tried to stand up. Issue was he could not actually muster the strength to stand on his feet, there was quite a bit of blood dripping down his back.

He woke up the next morning, it truly being quite a bit closer to the afternoon than anything. The pain in his back was still extreme, his shirt being stuck to him because of the blood which had hardened. Milliardo winced as he tried to move, but when he looked down at the place where the tiger should have been he stopped moving. No longer was the animal there, his captain was now dead on the floor, rapier jammed through his eye. The male did not understand what he was looking at, it made absolutely no sense at all. He once again tried to stand, pressing his hands against the floor as he pushed himself up. Once he got to his feet a memory flashed through his head, one which had occurred between him and the captain just a few weeks prior.

Rafael and his first mate were in the captain's cabin, looking down at a chess board. The two tended to play the game against eachother quite frequently, neither of them being very good at it but still enjoying the game. Suddenly the captain began rambling about how there were odd things in the world, things which most would never be able to comprehend. The male rambled about how there were men who could turn into animals, about demons who had taken over the bodies of the dead and now feasted on the flesh of the living. He had made Milliardo promise to understand this, that things were never as they seemed, and the confused crewmate made the promise. At the time he felt the captain was just off of his rocker and had shook it off, but he now realized it had been by far more than that.

Milliardo was far from a genius, but he was not a fool either. He put two and two together, discovered that the captain had been speaking of himself. This was why he had the cage in the room, it was to lock himself up whenever the moon was full. This was when the crew heard the growls, the roars, only when the full moon came out. He, of course, had no idea that the gene had been passed on to him, but that was to be discovered in just a small amount of time. At the current moment he had to discover a way to explain what had happened to the crew, in a way which would not cause them to mutiny. How to do this quickly popped onto his mind, and the male got to work.

He quickly changed into one of the captain's shirt, it hurting immensely to rip off the old shirt but it being needed. Rafael and him had been close to the same size, the item fit him well enough to not seem odd. With this done he walked out of the cabin and walked the ship in his usual manner, not a single member of the crew seeming to have noticed that neither he nor the captain had shown themselves in the morning hours. He searched for the man who had hidden away the rapier, and found him right where he had been left...Tied to his bed in such a way that it would be possible to escape. Milliardo explained to him that he would be taken to the captain, that the man wished to have a one on one conversation with him. The crewmate nodded in understanding, expecting himself to get flogged for the incident.

When the thief entered the cabin he was quick to see how the cabin was laying, to realize why he had been brought there. He would have fought for his life, but he could not since his hands were still bound by rope. The male was quick to fall, Milliardo's own sword plunging deep through his chest. It was easy to bend over and cut the rope with a dagger, to make it seem as if the crew mate had been free enough to attack Rafael. The plan was a simple one, but would be enough to convince the crew.

Milliardo became the captain that night, the crew having tossed the captain and the thief overboard. The captain's burial at sea had been honorable, sent to the afterlife with some of his most valued possessions, the thief had a cannonball tied to his leg so that he would sink down to meet Davey Jones. No one ever discovered the truth over what happened to the captain, Milliardo was not stupid enough to tell a single soul. It was not like any of the crew was going to suspect foul play either, they all believed the male and Rafael to have been quite good friends.

In the following days Milliardo discovered the truth about what he had become, and how he stopped aging. He went through countless crew members through his time, everyone seeming to age around him. How he went through this, what kinds of adventures he went through in the last four hundred years, could fill entire novels. He was a pirate, each day was filled with enough events to fill a single lifetime. The captain had survived through the time of the plague, through the colonizing of the Americas, and he had always made sure to keep up with the time. As the slave trade became large, he began stealing money from slave ships. Once the civil war rolled around in the United States, he began attacking the French ships which had just supplied arms to the warring sides. Sure, there were many times when he almost got caught, where he got stabbed and was forced to bleed from countless places, but piracy was still worth it.

Milliardo still finds himself sailing the seas, but now his prey is by far larger. He attacks oil rigs, super yachts, and anything else which could possibly hold large sums of money. His crew is quite different now, it being doubtful that a single one of them knew how to use a real sword. His ship has also changed, now having countless speed boats and yachts at his disposal instead of a giant pirate ship. It makes it easier for him to get from one place to another, is by far less conspicuous. He has come to evolve with the times, does not truly miss his own time as much as some. His vast amount of wealth has also made it so that he does not need to attack places as much as used to be customary, the captain only truly boarding a hostile vessel if there is something on it which is rare.

Code Word:
i hAve read da rules

Mad Skills;;

[Example of your Role-Playing]

Night, day, it truly did not matter to Milliardo. He was tired, more exhausted than he had been in quite a few years. It took all of his will to even crawl across the floor, pull himself onto his overly large bed. Why had he stolen the thing again? It was made of pure red oak, had an exceedingly intricate set of carvings which were located along the spires which rose from each corner. Now all which he paid mind to was the fact that it stood four feet off of the ground, that it took an entire minute to even get ontop of it. Milliardo did not even try and take a single article of his clothing off as he collapsed on top of a feather filled pillow, his eyes drifting shut in less than a single second.

Just a few hours back he had stormed a multi-million dollar yacht with his pirate crew, Milliardo feeling that ten people was all he would need in order to keep the situation under his grasp. The owner of the ship was an oil shiekh, a man which had been raping the land of oil and people of their hard earned money for over thirty years. Who the person was did not matter to the captain though, not even his actions mattered. The only thing which had made him act was the knowledge that located deep within the ship was a large Padparadscha Sapphire, the most valuable sapphire known to man. This particular stone was of the finest quality discovered as of yet, wit it's size taken into account the stone itself was worth more than fifteen million dollars. Why someone would pay that much for a rock Milliardo would not understand, but the fact that he could have something so valuable excited him.

Within seconds of his crew coming to stand on the ship gunfire exploded across the vessel. The sheikh had been warned of the attack somehow, had packed his entire ship full of bodyguards. One of the pirates went down with ease, but the others were trained well enough to hide from the onslaught of bullets. Milliardo cursed under his breath, knowing someone had betrayed him, and his mind coursed with his available options. He could always turned into a giant white tiger, it was difficult for even a mercenary to act when a five hundred pound cat was coming barreling in their direction. Before he could come to terms with what to do, though, he watched a small metal object go flying through the air.

A flash bang grenade rolled into the hall where the bodyguards were located, one of the pirates having brought it aboard just incase of an emergency. Surely enough it exploded at just the right moment, a powerful white light flooding the hallway. The mercenaries were completely blind for a moment, a loud ringing noise was sent through their ears because of the explosion. Milliardo would need to remember to overpay that particular person, but it would surely have to be at a later event. For at the moment he merely motioned for his crew to spread a wide array of bullets into the hall, nothing being able to be heard a moment later but gunfire.

The rest of the mission was quite easy, not only had the bodyguards been murdered in the hail of gunfire but the shiekh had been hit as well. No one else was left on the ship to stop the captain from scanning it, his crew destroying the place as they searched for the large stone. Sure, it took about fifteen minutes to find it, but it was not an overly large sum of time. Milliardo had actually been the one to find the Sapphire, it having been hidden away behind a large safe. There was only one tiny issue, the ship exploded as he tried to reboard his little speed boat.

Yes, that was correct, the ship spontaneously exploded. What had caused this was unknown to Milliardo, and he truly didn't care. What mattered was that the explosion had not only tore a large hole in his own ship, but he had been flung into the water because of it. He had been lucky, the male had already been on the speed boat when the explosion had occurred and thus had received a more minor shock of the blow. It had still been enough to singe some of his flesh, to make his entire body ache, but he was at least far from dead. The rest of his crew, on the other hand, were in quite a bit worse of shape. Not that it mattered to him, of course, since that just meant he didn't need to pay them any. He had shoved the Sapphire into his pocket and it had rested there until another one of his boats had come to pick him up, there being GPS software located in his watch.

[†The Blood Countess†]

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