Post by Lady Thorn on Aug 26, 2008 17:56:25 GMT -5
Alias: Fabian
Real Name: Septimus Augustus Corvinus
Age: 2871
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Specialities: As a Roman male, he was trained in the arts of rhetoric, public speaking and writing, and found himself to have natural talents in those areas. He most often uses his skills to pen poems and stories, but is not averse to the odd debate should the mood overtake him. He also has some good skills with a blade, again through training in his home city when he was young, though he rarely demonstrates these, being the pacifist that he is. Should he ever be given just cause to fight, he can be a formidable opponent, especially with his sword Ureritus (Frostbite). Due to his great age, he can speak several languages, though this is not so much a skill as a necessity, since Latin is no longer a common tongue. Those he speaks with a good degree of fluency are: English, French, Italian, Gaelic and Romanian.
His self-control is exceptional, as well as his thespian skills, and seldom does he show those emotions which he does not wish to show. He also has a great deal of self-confidence, though it is very well hidden at times, and this means he is willing to do whatever it is he wants to do, regardless of the opinions of others. He also manages (to his constant perplexity) to be rather attractive to women (and sometimes men), and not always to his benefit. He tends to misuse this skill to his own advantage, but there have been time when it has come back to haunt him.
Weakness: His self-confidence often leads him to underestimate others, not always aloud, and he will not acknowledge their worth until he sees it proven with his own eyes. This is especially true of beautiful women, (his sisters excepted) whom he rarely believes capable of anything much. At times, he can even tend towards arrogance, though mostly internal and without outward verbalisation. Its only great affect is that it gives him an air of cold indifference when coupled with his emotional control, meaning he can appear distant to those who do not know him.
Though at first it seems a strength, his great open-mindedness about the world and life in general is more often to his detriment due to its extremity. He really doesn't give a damn what people do, on the most part, and this can affect him when he doesn't take into account the ramifications of their actions until far too late.
Due to his age, his affinity with modern technology is minimal at best. He will not utilise guns and computers and the like unless his need is great.
Physical Appearance: He is tall for the time at which he was born, standing at about 6ft 2, and very lean. Unlike his sister, Lady Thorn, his eyes and hair are of a darker caste, almost black. His hair is generally kept long, hanging around halfway down his neck, and is completely straight, seeming styled when he takes no effort towards its upkeep. His dark eyes are large and dreamy looking, aiding his indifferent air, and his eyebrows are thin, generally held in a thoughtful, not-exactly-right-in-the-head pose, as he thinks things through. His skin is the same pallid tone as most vampires.
He generally wears dark jeans and a dark shirt (blue, black or dark grey for preference) with a silver necklace that he never removes. He occasionally paints his nails or dyes his hair, but mostly just because he feels like it, not under any vain impulses. His ears were pierced for the same reason, though he rarely wears earrings.
Personality: Cold, indifferent and completely open-minded. He gives "doesn't give a damn" a whole new meaning. When he first discovered the word "whatever", he gleefully added it to his vocabulary and has used it far too often ever since. He feels human emotions just as readily as the next man, he just chooses not to show or act upon them, viewing them as detached things for evaluation rather than things upon which he should base every decision. The only great exception was the affection he felt for his sister when they were young, though in the seperation of millenia this has become nothing more than a warm, nostalgic recollection. Mostly he views acquaintances as interesting breaks in the monotony of life and little more.
His true passion is more in the line of his writing. He is incredibly secretive about it, having written poems in the 17 and 1800's under various pen-names, some of which are still in publication. He dislikes their criticism, though he will often act upon that which he scorns openly, amending his work secretly later on.
History: As the only son to his parents, it was originally thought that he would grow up to inherit the family's land and titles. It was soon clear, however, that his temperament was not suited (he didn't feel like slaughtering the family's enemies, for one thing) and that job was due to be left to his younger sister, the more vicious of the three children. For most of his young life, therefore, he was left to his own devices, unhindered, as his sisters were, by the machinations of his mother. As such, he grew up lacking in the family prejudices and possessed of a much more open mind than many would have expected. This might have had something to do with his frequent visits to Rome, where the decadence of grand civilisation was on display in every rich villa and party, for many of which he gained invitation. Much to his parents' dismay, he also gained no scruples as to whether those he had amorous encounters with were male or female.
As he grew up, he spent more and more time with his elder sister, also a black sheep of the family. They became very close, and he stood by her, even when she was put down as a traitor to the family by his old-fashioned parents and sister. When his mother had her locked in the house for many years for her "outragious" behaviour, it was he who brought her books and news of the outside world, spending many hours of the night in discussion with her. His one treasured possession, a silver necklace, was given by her in thanks during those times. He wore it permanently since that time.
When Rome fell to the invading barbarian hordes, it was her for whom he searched in their burning villa. In her room, he found nothing to indicate her presence, and thinking her already dead, he fled the city, seeking sanctuary in the hills and woods to the north. Afterwards, he fled the country altogether, living for many years in what was then Gaul (now France).
During the Middle Ages, he wandered Europe as a travelling poet, reciting in Latin many of the famous works of his youth, as well as some of his own creation. He also learned to play the lute, and earnt some money and food playing as a minstrel in the towns of Eastern Europe. He settled in Romania for a while, learning the language and finding a pleasant sanctuary among the many myths and vampiric legends which abounded in the area.
On nothing more than a whim, he headed for England in the late 1600's, and remained there during the rise of the Empire, comforted by the similarity to his own lost home culture. He spent much of his time with the poets of the next few ages, visiting opium dens and bars and partaking of all the vices expected of that ilk of being. He would occasionally sink from view when people became suspicious of his never-changing age, only to reappear a decade or so later under a new pseudonym.
He took the name "Fabian" in the early 20th century, and it was under that name that he was drafted to serve in the 1st and 2nd World Wars. The experiences of modern warfare changed him greatly, lowering his esteem for humanity as a whole. He was shocked by what they did to each other, the barbarity of the same people who could create such beautiful poetry, and became a conscientious objector. He was ridiculed for his choice, as were many who did the same, but he stuck by it, saving those he could from the ravages of war. It was here also, that he learnt to keep a complete mask on his feelings, knowing that compassion for man, no matter what nationality, was not the mentality required of a soldier.
After the war, he retired to a house in London, hiding from society in all forms save literature. He was not drawn out again until long after the wars were over, when the lure of new culture and new ideas to explore became too strong to resist. He now flits from place to place, rediscovering the world he once knew as a wanderer, but always he tries to keep himself removed from humans, lest they prove once more to him that they are without compassion and unworthy of it in return. He fears, should this happen, that he would become a monster, killing without remorse because he sees all of humanity as being unfit for such a feeling.
Family: Mother: Clavia Thalia Corvinus (deceased)
Father: Catallus Alexander Corvinus (deceased)
Older Sister: Catalina Alexandra Corvinus (a.k.a. Lady Thorn)
Younger Sister: Purpurea Rufilla Corvinus
Real Name: Septimus Augustus Corvinus
Age: 2871
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Specialities: As a Roman male, he was trained in the arts of rhetoric, public speaking and writing, and found himself to have natural talents in those areas. He most often uses his skills to pen poems and stories, but is not averse to the odd debate should the mood overtake him. He also has some good skills with a blade, again through training in his home city when he was young, though he rarely demonstrates these, being the pacifist that he is. Should he ever be given just cause to fight, he can be a formidable opponent, especially with his sword Ureritus (Frostbite). Due to his great age, he can speak several languages, though this is not so much a skill as a necessity, since Latin is no longer a common tongue. Those he speaks with a good degree of fluency are: English, French, Italian, Gaelic and Romanian.
His self-control is exceptional, as well as his thespian skills, and seldom does he show those emotions which he does not wish to show. He also has a great deal of self-confidence, though it is very well hidden at times, and this means he is willing to do whatever it is he wants to do, regardless of the opinions of others. He also manages (to his constant perplexity) to be rather attractive to women (and sometimes men), and not always to his benefit. He tends to misuse this skill to his own advantage, but there have been time when it has come back to haunt him.
Weakness: His self-confidence often leads him to underestimate others, not always aloud, and he will not acknowledge their worth until he sees it proven with his own eyes. This is especially true of beautiful women, (his sisters excepted) whom he rarely believes capable of anything much. At times, he can even tend towards arrogance, though mostly internal and without outward verbalisation. Its only great affect is that it gives him an air of cold indifference when coupled with his emotional control, meaning he can appear distant to those who do not know him.
Though at first it seems a strength, his great open-mindedness about the world and life in general is more often to his detriment due to its extremity. He really doesn't give a damn what people do, on the most part, and this can affect him when he doesn't take into account the ramifications of their actions until far too late.
Due to his age, his affinity with modern technology is minimal at best. He will not utilise guns and computers and the like unless his need is great.
Physical Appearance: He is tall for the time at which he was born, standing at about 6ft 2, and very lean. Unlike his sister, Lady Thorn, his eyes and hair are of a darker caste, almost black. His hair is generally kept long, hanging around halfway down his neck, and is completely straight, seeming styled when he takes no effort towards its upkeep. His dark eyes are large and dreamy looking, aiding his indifferent air, and his eyebrows are thin, generally held in a thoughtful, not-exactly-right-in-the-head pose, as he thinks things through. His skin is the same pallid tone as most vampires.
He generally wears dark jeans and a dark shirt (blue, black or dark grey for preference) with a silver necklace that he never removes. He occasionally paints his nails or dyes his hair, but mostly just because he feels like it, not under any vain impulses. His ears were pierced for the same reason, though he rarely wears earrings.
Personality: Cold, indifferent and completely open-minded. He gives "doesn't give a damn" a whole new meaning. When he first discovered the word "whatever", he gleefully added it to his vocabulary and has used it far too often ever since. He feels human emotions just as readily as the next man, he just chooses not to show or act upon them, viewing them as detached things for evaluation rather than things upon which he should base every decision. The only great exception was the affection he felt for his sister when they were young, though in the seperation of millenia this has become nothing more than a warm, nostalgic recollection. Mostly he views acquaintances as interesting breaks in the monotony of life and little more.
His true passion is more in the line of his writing. He is incredibly secretive about it, having written poems in the 17 and 1800's under various pen-names, some of which are still in publication. He dislikes their criticism, though he will often act upon that which he scorns openly, amending his work secretly later on.
History: As the only son to his parents, it was originally thought that he would grow up to inherit the family's land and titles. It was soon clear, however, that his temperament was not suited (he didn't feel like slaughtering the family's enemies, for one thing) and that job was due to be left to his younger sister, the more vicious of the three children. For most of his young life, therefore, he was left to his own devices, unhindered, as his sisters were, by the machinations of his mother. As such, he grew up lacking in the family prejudices and possessed of a much more open mind than many would have expected. This might have had something to do with his frequent visits to Rome, where the decadence of grand civilisation was on display in every rich villa and party, for many of which he gained invitation. Much to his parents' dismay, he also gained no scruples as to whether those he had amorous encounters with were male or female.
As he grew up, he spent more and more time with his elder sister, also a black sheep of the family. They became very close, and he stood by her, even when she was put down as a traitor to the family by his old-fashioned parents and sister. When his mother had her locked in the house for many years for her "outragious" behaviour, it was he who brought her books and news of the outside world, spending many hours of the night in discussion with her. His one treasured possession, a silver necklace, was given by her in thanks during those times. He wore it permanently since that time.
When Rome fell to the invading barbarian hordes, it was her for whom he searched in their burning villa. In her room, he found nothing to indicate her presence, and thinking her already dead, he fled the city, seeking sanctuary in the hills and woods to the north. Afterwards, he fled the country altogether, living for many years in what was then Gaul (now France).
During the Middle Ages, he wandered Europe as a travelling poet, reciting in Latin many of the famous works of his youth, as well as some of his own creation. He also learned to play the lute, and earnt some money and food playing as a minstrel in the towns of Eastern Europe. He settled in Romania for a while, learning the language and finding a pleasant sanctuary among the many myths and vampiric legends which abounded in the area.
On nothing more than a whim, he headed for England in the late 1600's, and remained there during the rise of the Empire, comforted by the similarity to his own lost home culture. He spent much of his time with the poets of the next few ages, visiting opium dens and bars and partaking of all the vices expected of that ilk of being. He would occasionally sink from view when people became suspicious of his never-changing age, only to reappear a decade or so later under a new pseudonym.
He took the name "Fabian" in the early 20th century, and it was under that name that he was drafted to serve in the 1st and 2nd World Wars. The experiences of modern warfare changed him greatly, lowering his esteem for humanity as a whole. He was shocked by what they did to each other, the barbarity of the same people who could create such beautiful poetry, and became a conscientious objector. He was ridiculed for his choice, as were many who did the same, but he stuck by it, saving those he could from the ravages of war. It was here also, that he learnt to keep a complete mask on his feelings, knowing that compassion for man, no matter what nationality, was not the mentality required of a soldier.
After the war, he retired to a house in London, hiding from society in all forms save literature. He was not drawn out again until long after the wars were over, when the lure of new culture and new ideas to explore became too strong to resist. He now flits from place to place, rediscovering the world he once knew as a wanderer, but always he tries to keep himself removed from humans, lest they prove once more to him that they are without compassion and unworthy of it in return. He fears, should this happen, that he would become a monster, killing without remorse because he sees all of humanity as being unfit for such a feeling.
Family: Mother: Clavia Thalia Corvinus (deceased)
Father: Catallus Alexander Corvinus (deceased)
Older Sister: Catalina Alexandra Corvinus (a.k.a. Lady Thorn)
Younger Sister: Purpurea Rufilla Corvinus