Gabriel Valentine

[vergil]

Gabriel Valentine;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind (again )

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Mikkel
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 4-5
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ID Tag;;

Alias: The Dark Slayer, Gabriel the Bloodletter, The Azure Macabre, Nelo Angelo/ The Dark Angel.
Name: Gabriel Valentine
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 300
Physical Age: 25-30
Species: Vampire
Sire: None, he was born a pure blood.
Religious Affiliation: None.
Wealth: Heir to a vast family fortune, as well as castles and the title of Count... all of it was sadly lost in the fires which destroyed his home centuries ago. Alas it does not hinder him even in the slightest, Gabriel uses his mastery of the minds power to manipulate the dull mortal fools of this world in order to get what he wants should he ever need anything.
Job: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
Telepathy
Mind Reading
Pheromone Control/ Hypnosis
Super Speed
Super Human Strength
Super Human Hearing
Super Human Smell
Super Healing
Defy Gravity
Uncanny Reflexes
Increased Agility


Summary:
In addition to the dark gifts of the vampires Gabriel is a master swordsman, as such speed and strength play a major part in his delicate combat forms. Speed, to all, is a law of physic, but to Gabriel it is but a word, a mere rule that can be bent as easily as it can be broken, as such he knows that time itself cannot bind him. He has trained intensely all his life to achieve speed and strength far greater then that of any Lycan or vampire. Because of his training he is able to move his body at tremendous speeds far beyond one’s ability to see, he has reached a point were he can now utterly transport himself from one place to another if the already outstanding speed he possesses isn’t enough to outmanoeuvre his opponents, although it is something that would be considered most unlikely. Also The Dark Slayer, is a known adapt in the ways of the minds power over the body, and is easily able to deceive his enemies through the mental governance of their race, or read them as easily as one would a book with but one glance from his azure gem stones.

Specializing himself in the usage of martial arts and various types of sword combat, Gabriel is not a foe to be taken lightly. Having practiced in the art of almost every known form of combat due to his long life, he is a highly versatile warrior. Although he favours the Iaido/Iaijutsu (also known as Battojutsu) sword style above all other forms. Through his unmatched speed, Gabriel has utterly perfected the Iaido sword style down to the very last detail, allowing him to kill enemies in the blink of an eye, and cut through any object with ease, in fact the speed at which he draws his weapon goes far beyond the laws of physic. Using and unfathomable speed, Gabriel draws the Yamato faster then the eye can see, reaching a speed so great that the slash travels through dimension, allowing Gabriel to rend the flesh of his enemies over great distances, as if the very fabric of the world is sliced in half. (Iaido: In short, techniques of fighting with both the sword, and the sheath. Attacking via fast drawing of the sword and returning it to it is sheath.)

Weapons:

Name: Yamato

Description:


When Gabriel was a student of Hitosume Pai Mei, the great sword master presented him with a blade reflecting the nature of its wielder, and thus the Yamato was born. The oriental blade has been imbued with a seemingly limitless darkness, when the sword strikes it is often seen that strange dark energies infest the body of the victim, causing them even further suffering and horrifying visions, showing them all the pain and suffering this merciless blade has inflicted throughout the course of history. The katana itself is believed to be indestructible, since no matter how serious the damage there is never any marks or signs of impurity to be found on the blade. Also the Yamato has been deemed to cut through anything, no doubt the strange energy has added to the blades frightening strength, there is practically no way to resist its cruel edge unless protected by powerful magical artefacts, and even then it is a small chance at best. It is the ultimate weapon in Gabriel’s hands, since its creation, he has also had the blade coated with a layer of silver to give him an advantage against Lycans and other beings of undead origin.


Weakness:
Pirceing his heart can prove fatal
Sunlight, Silver, and other holy artefacts.
His thirst for blood.

Summary:
As powerful as their race may be, they are not invincible. Whilst in the past, the weapons of men proved utterly useless against them, and the only real enemy they had was the sun. Alas in this modern day, humanity has evolved, as well as their knowledge and power. The invention of gunpowder and explosives mixed with silver has proven to be quite troublesome tools, even the powers of their god have been transformed into a weapon. Not only that... but man have lastly found a way to harness the power of the sun, into a mechanism referred to as UV light. While the ancient vampires may see these as minor pests, the younger members of their race.. are not as fortunate, ignorant and without knowledge of who or what they are.. they fall prey to thee Hunters easily. A sad fact which only strengthens Gabriel's beliefs that they will need to stand united to survive in this day and age.

Appearance;;

Hair: Spiked silvery hair, although when it falls to its full length, it descends slightly beneath his brow.
Eyes: Gifted with bright azure eyes, Gabriel’s gaze is something that could put even the most virtuous of women under a spell of lust and desire with but one glimpse from his Sapphire orbs. Yet when ever he is threatened, these icy blue gem stones have brought fear and terror to human and monsters alike.
Height: 6,00"
Marks: None
Race: Romanian, alas his accent has gone away centuries ago
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Displaying a delicate athletic build, it is clearly shown that every part of his body, down to the very last muscle has been honed and brought to the very epitome of their potential.
Clothing Style: Wearing custom made clothing, Gabriel’s attire is specifically designed to allow swift movement and combat efficiency, whilst at al times retaining an undeniable sense of fashion.
Footwear: Leather boots.

Summary:


Gabriel is a man of whom many would deem gifted to have such astonishing beauty, one who has undoubtedly stolen many women’s hearts throughout the centuries of his life. Standing at about 6 foot tall. It's obvious how his elegant shape reveals an athletic and muscular build. Blessed with a very unique hair colour which could easily cause the moon to rupture out of pure jealousy due to its beautiful silvery hue. Gabriel spikes his hair with water, although it tends to rebel against him in combat from time to time or when it gets wet. Brandishing smooth alabaster skin which clearly shows the purity of his ageless features. Furthermore he is gifted with breathtaking blue eyes, glistening in the night as two perfectly shaped Sapphires.

Gabriel prefers a much more classic look compared to the modern day clothing. Outfitted with a recognizable blue coat carrying a white snake like pattern on the right side of the jacket, navy-blue pants, leather boots, gloves, black armour and an ebony silk tie, the ancient vampire would undoubtedly attract more attention then what would be preferred in any human crowd. Beneath his tie he carries an amulet, brandishing his family crest. The crest itself is in the shape of two medieval swords being crossed, with a crow spreading its wings underneath the blades, the blades are delicately fashioned out of the purest of gold along with the rest of the medallion, and the crow has been carefully crafted out of a blood red ruby.

Personality;;

Likes:
Power
Strength
Control
Death
Manipulation
Carnage
Philosophy
Reading
Toying with his enemies

Dislikes:
Lycans
Foolishness
Ignorance
Humans
Weakness

Flaws:
Tends to be overconfident as well as cocky.
Selfish and uncaring.


Summary:
Calm, calculative and even cruel, possessing a cold and stoic demeanour. Gabriel practically takes pleasure in making his enemies suffer before he grants them oblivion. Cold and reserved, Gabriel believes his emotions to be nothing more than a cancer poisoning his mind. Alas no matter how callous he may be, the frozen heart of the dark warrior still breathes some emotion mistakable for love; however he will certainly never admit that to being anything more than primordial desires. In contrast to his nature, he seems to hold a certain feeling of sympathy for his kin. Even he will admit that to insure their survival in this world they will need to stand united, but even with those beliefs, The Dark Slayer will not hesitate to destroy them if it could further his own goals of gaining power or enacting his vengeance. He is merciless in every sense of the word, as ruthless and cruel as the devil himself. Anyone who dares to cross blades with him, vampire or otherwise will die horribly at his hands. Not one for being easily angered, though when he is, few can boast having ever witnessed such a thing.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Father-Valeriu Valentine [deceased]
Mother- Natasha Valentine [deceased]
Sister- Natalia Valentine [deceased]
Brother- Vincent Valentine [unknown]
Birth Place: Romania
Childhood: Gabriel’s only memories are of fire and despair, alas where some may let go of such gruesome thoughts…. Gabriel hangs on to them as a way of fuelling his hatred, focusing him on his mission.
Transformation: He was born a pure blood
Prey: Humans, and virtually anything aside from the blood of animals as he views it to be nothing but filth. However he is shown to be particularly fond of drinking the blood of female virgins, as he describes it as being the very ambrosia of the gods.
Fang Power: As with many ancients, Gabriel’s bloodline carried a very unique venom within their fangs which they could disperse at will. When the victim is bitten, Gabriel can thus chose to inject them with a very special neuro- toxin. Highly potent, this delicate mix of chemicals paralysis the victim, allowing the him to feed more easily without them struggling. However the beauty of this venom, is that while normal anaesthetics effect the entire part of the cerebral cortex which controls movement as well as the pain centre. This poison spares that particular part of brain, meaning that not even and inch of the pain he would chose to inflict goes to waste.
Other Transformation: Should Gabriel chose to turn one into a vampire, he would at first commence draining his victim of blood.. Just enough to place them in a near-death state… a stasis between life and death. Upon reaching this stage, he would thus give them the choice of drinking his blood, and become one of the children of the night… or die maintaining their humanity.
History:
Gabriel’s past, along with the rest of his family is one shrouded in riddles and mystery. It is believed they originated out of Romania and that he was born a pure blood into a family of nobles. As he grew, his skills and power grew with him, proving himself to be quite the ‘child prodigy‘. Till one day he was granted a seat of power in the council in which many of the European vampire houses gathered. Recognized and revered by many, solely due to the fact that he was the son of Count Valeriu Valentine himself, there was still mutterings and certain signs of displeasure with having a young ‘pup‘ as and acting member of the council. Still a young nightwalker, this was indeed and honour for the young Valentine, and he quickly proved himself worthy of his fathers good name and reputation. Gabriel brandished brilliant leadership and tactical abilities, and was responsible for much of their success in war as well as other ’trivial’ matters. As such many of the other families of the council grew to respect the young Valentine. However in spite of the gathered clans dominance, their race had always been pestered by a common enemy... the Lycans. They were a plague, a cancer, constantly proving to be a thorn in their side. Gabriel himself suggested swift and decisive action against these brutes, thinking it wiser to bring these nuisances to and end and soon.. Alas arrogance is often the dark side to being powerful and ancient, as they underestimated the potential of their enemy. What they thought to be nothing but dumb animals, apparently had the guile to bring the battle to the Valentines themselves, as well as many other houses.

One rainy night, the foul hell hounds stormed their families household, slaying all who stood in their way. Fighting side by side with his father, they carved their way through the endless tide of enemies, valiantly holding their ground as the estate burst into flames all around them… and admirable effort, but futile. Their numbers were to great, as such Valeriu ordered his faithful son to find his sister and mother, hoping that they might escape the ominous fate awaiting them at the hands of these beasts. Reluctant to leave his father to fend for himself, he obeyed regardless, and thus made haste for the upper levels. Arriving at his sisters dorm, he was met with a horrifying sight, she was still there… or rather part of her. All that was left.. was blood stains, splattered on the walls and piles of ash scattered all around. It was clear what had happened here, the bastards had mutilated her corpse.. his dear Natalia was no more. How he only wished to have been able to rescue her from such a cruel fate, alas he was torn out of his grievous state by an ear deafening scream. Rushing towards the noise he beheld his mother, under relentless attack by one of the wolves. His rage, and sorrow nearing its peak.. Gabriel soared through the air, seizing the vermin by the throat upon his landing, only to tear it out effortlessly... pleasure overwhelming him as a counter to the despair building within his soul as he watched the vile dog bleed to death ,as he continued to relentlessly rend it's flesh. This now replaced by an even greater state of despair then before... as he turned to see the ravaged body of his beloved mother turning to ash before his eyes.... his dark soul would forever remain scared, as he caught but the final glimpse in her eyes before she crumbled to dust…. they would pay dearly for this. Rushing back to his father, his blood boiling with rage and a burning desire for vengeance. He was to late… as he returned, all that met his eyes was a swift swipe of a claw... beheading his father.... He could not bear it.. their castle was set ablaze, slowly burning to the ground, his family was destroyed... and him.. the sole survivor.... the last Valentine, couldn’t do anything to prevent it. As the inferno intensified, he threw himself out of a window to escape the flames, tumbling down the mountain side.. beaten.. broken and filled with an unquenchable hate.

As he came to… the young vampire first noticed daylight would be coming soon.. and thus he needed to find shelter and fast. Luckily a cave was close to his position... the first sign of fortune he had witnessed thus far. However he was not alone in this cavern, it would seem a bear was hibernating quietly in its debts, resting comfortably, unaware that and even greater predator was encroaching upon its home. Starved as he was, he broke the neck of the animal and fed upon its lifeblood.
Even as a young nightwalker, Gabriel already burned with pride, and to that end, this, his current predicament… was humiliating. He had been driven into the mountains like some wild beast.. forced to feed on the blood of animals.... and his quarry had eluded him. Anger rose within him once again, however this time it was not followed by despair, far from it. He felt something new, a second hunger rising inside him.. not for blood... but revenge.

As the night swept across the land once again, the young Gabriel emerged.. and began his hunt. Returning to his former home, of burnt wood and stone, he eventually caught the trail of a band of Lycans. As he caught up with them, the young vampire he commenced his slaughtering at once... driven by a blind rage… no mercy was shown.. no banter was given.. not a word was spoken. It was carnage at its most horrific stage, he brutally murdered all but one of the fiends.. after all… he had questions that required answers. Who attacked the Valentine‘s.. who were they... and were would they be now. The delightful screams of the hound was heard echoing across the area. As Gabriel severed one limb after the other, carving his questions into the very flesh of the beast... blood was gouging, his foe was whimpering.. and Gabriel... was intoxicated with thoughts of glorious revenge, drunk with ravenous anticipation for the next horrifying scream of his bested foe. However despite the endless torture.. he was granted no answer, and as deaths embrace finally took hold of the Lycan, the dark warrior of the Valentines left the bloody scene.. and soon after, Romania itself... seeking to obtain power great enough to wipe out every last one of these abominations from the face of the earth.

The rest from here on out remains a rather perplexing mystery to all but Gabriel himself, supposedly he wandered the world as the last surviving member of his family, seeking power and exacting his revenge whenever and opportunity presented itself. Alas it is unknown to him whether or not his brother survived, if he still lives he has yet to show himself. Some hundred years after the incident he came to the land of Japan and was taught the art of martial arts, warfare and swordsmanship at his own request, striving for ultimate perfection. Keeping his identity a secret from his masters he learned from the many ancient vampire warriors of the East. Even going as far as aiding them and their clans if they were in need of such, although such acts of ‘kindness‘ could simply have been his way of gaining knowledge regarding any Werewolf activity in the land. However no matter how many who trusted him, or sided with him… none ever knew of the true man behind the ‘mask.‘ All but one knew who he truly was, the greatest of his teachers.. Hitosume Pai- Mei, a man even Gabriel deemed worthy of respect. When he was accepted as a student of Hitosume, Gabriel discovered that he had another pupil aside from him, the one man who would eventually become his nemesis, and greatest foe… Animus Neronimus. Whilst under Hitosume’s tutelage, both Gabriel and Vicious’s abilities seemed almost exactly even, much to the others dismay. Their stance, their strength, their speed utterly flawless and identical… as if they were in fact battling their very own shadow. Alas as the two progressed, they started developing and almost fanatical obsession of surpassing one another, which only fuelled their passion to go beyond their limits… it almost seemed as they derived some form of twisted pleasure from this constant fighting. Alas when the time came when Gabriel decided no more could be learned from his master, the two went their separate ways, and since then… there is no telling which of them has become the better swordsman… alas they already knew the very moment that their blades crossed for the first time. That this would never end… it was clear that they were destined to meet again, in this delicate dance of death.

Having spent most of his life in Japan he has been shown participating in some of the many wars there simply for the pleasure of killing, carving a bloody trail throughout history. Gabriel made a rather large appearance in Kyoto during the 19th century of Japan, fighting alongside the imperialist forces of Emperor Meji in his attempt to end the Tokugawa regime thus bringing about the Meji Era. Gabriel soon became well known amongst his enemies and the imperialists, during those days he went by the name of The Dark Slayer, and the mere sound of this ominous name is said to have frozen the blood of men… feared by all, thinking him to be some sort of demon sent to bring judgement upon them. When the war ended he left Japan, vanishing without a trace, most likely returning to Europe, resuming his quest for revenge against the Lycans, where he wanders now however… no one can guess.


Code Word:
'i hAve read the rules'

Mad Skills;;

[Night had finally come to claim the world within its soothing embrace once again. The stars quickly spreading at random, taking their rightful place upon the empty void that was the sky. Illuminating the dampened cityscape almost instantly, soon to be escorted by the falling white snow petals, covering the entire city in a delicate layer of pure white snow, carried forth by the arctic zephyrs. Glistening due to the moons silvery rays of light, making the entire city appear to be teeming with life, truly a most beautiful sight to behold. Yet... ironically, the freezing cold of winters night, was nothing compared to the frozen heart of one certain devil wandering the towering rooftops of this grand metropolis. A being who’s burning desire for power and vengeance kept him warm even throughout this growing blizzard, The Dark Slayer… Gabriel Valentine.

Walking along the edge of one of many apartment buildings in the area, The Dark Slayer's gaze clearly revealed that his were the thoughts of a calm and collected man, looking into the distance to which he walked... his deep azure eyes seemingly fixed upon a path which only he could see. Enjoying the silence of the night as he traversed across the many concrete structures... with the snow crackling underneath his boot heel from his firm and steady steps, as the only thing breaking this blissful silence of his surroundings.... until now. Suddenly torn out of all ongoing thought, a gunshot could now be heard echoing outwards across the entire area. As if acting purely on instinct and reflexes, Gabriel instantly vanished from his present location... as he was next seen appearing on a rooftop directly above the source of the displacement. Alas as his ever watchful eyes zoned in upon the scenario, it was merely a band of petty humans assaulting a young couple. Apparently the 3 men had murdered her male companion… and was now looking to claim their ’just reward.’ A rather interesting development, which caused The Dark Slayers usual frown to bend in a manner which soon revealed itself to be a most devious smirk. Having not fed this night, this was the perfect chance of a feast. Alas... he waited, yes he waited… and watched… amused as they began beating her, and tearing her clothing to shreds until lastly they were about to commence their rather brutal ritual of dominance… alas they were cut short. Vanishing from his vantage point above the rather gruesome scenario… he almost instantly reappeared in front of the girl lying curled up within the snows cold embrace. It was as if the one attempting to have his way with her froze instantly at the mere sight of this almost supernatural figure. His azure coat blowing lazily in the blistering winds… wielding and elegant blade, which was now brought back into its metal prison at the hands of its master… ending with an ominous click… soon followed by the horrific screams of the 3 weaklings.

Fleeing the scene almost instantly, as the two saw the body of their partner in this transgression, falling apart, having been sliced in half by the azure coated man. His blood, gouging from this cruel mutilation of his being, staining the entire ally red with the life giving red fluid… and Gabriel… merely bathing in it, chuckling lightly at these pitiful vermin. How he truly enjoyed toying with them… mere pawns upon the board, insignificant… expendable… every last one of them. Alas he could not savour the moment further… his quarry awaited him. Genteelly grabbing the woman’s arm, he dragged her up from the snow, gazing into her brown eyes, the ancient vampire clearly saw the fear within her soul. Alas.. this sense of fear seemed as though it was rapidly subsiding… as she began to loose herself within his gaze. Her body slowly becoming numb… as if this innocent beauty was compelled to stay within the monsters grasp by some invisible force. Turning her around within his arms, he tilted her head to the side… revealing his fangs in a delightful smile at the sight of her elegant swan like neck... allowing a small hiss to escape his lips, as The Dark Slayer caught eye of the pulsating veins, filled with the crimson fluid beneath her smooth alabaster skin.
Whispering in her ear now…. his voice, seductive, luring… carrying with it obvious signs of amusement, in light of her predicament at his hands.

“Tell me… are you a virgin my dear?”

With his words, left to hang in the density of the night… Gabriel thus pressed his ivory fangs against her skin…. puncturing the vein pumping her lifeblood as he savoured every single drop of her sweet virgins blood…. With the winds howling slowly coming to and end, almost in perfect symmetry as the life was slowly leaving her body… the deed was done.]

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