Post by Ellison Kim on Jun 10, 2011 20:33:42 GMT -5
Ellison Kim
"i WILL bring down the Authority, even if it kills me"
. B A S I C . I N F O .
NAME Ellison Kim
NICKNAMES Eli
GENDER male
RACE? Vampire
AGE 7938, though he appears to be in his mid 20s (24-25)
SEXUALITY Bisexual
. A P P E A R A N C E .
HAIR His hair changes often. sometimes it's black, sometimes it's blond, sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short. Depends on his mood.
EYES beautiful chocolate brown eyes
HEIGHT 6 foot, 2 inches
WEIGHT 164lbs
FEATURES
His smile
Jaceryn has almost too perfect teeth. They’re straight, white, and his canines are slightly elongated to give him this roguish look that looks almost animalistic when he smiles. But when he does, it can make a girl’s and guy’s legs go weak at the knees. The first thing most people notice about Jaceryn is his smile, and it has been said that it can brighten a room though no one actually believes they can actually do that.
Scars
Like most in his profession, even if he heals almost instantly, Jaceryn has his fair share of scars. Some faded and barely noticed, such as the small ones over his knees and around his wrists and elbows are from his youth, and no one really notices those, but then there are others from his last human years. One that is generally noticeable is a burn scar along his right shoulder after his patrol unit was sent to investigate a scouting group of soldiers. They’d been ambushed and he’d been thrown into a burning building. The scar goes along his shoulder and down the back of his shoulder blade. Again, not noticeable unless he’s not wearing a shirt – which he would gladly do if asked – but it’s still there. There’s another, just slightly noticeable, along the bridge of his nose which mirrors one that goes along his jaw and down his neck. Both of these were earned in a fist fight with a fellow soldier.
Appearance
'He was almost beautiful in his own way, with rugged features and a roguish behavior that sent many to their knees. His slender lips were curved in what seemed to be a permanent smirk, never faltering no matter if he were hunting his nightly meal, or whispering delightful innuendos. His body wasn't bulky, but his childhood of working on his father's farm and spending months going through basic training for the First World War had given him a deliciously well built figure that he was at no point ashamed to show off. His hair, dark in color and cropped short as the style had been in those days, fell partly into his vibrant blue hues, kept messy so that whenever he desired he could rake his fingers through those chestnut strands and not worry about any getting out of place. Sure, his nose was crooked, but then, was anyone really perfect? The added look of a slightly crooked nose did nothing but add to that dark charm that seemed to exude from his pores.
And when he spoke, I almost melted at the huskiness of his Welsh accent. But it was his clothing that really made him stand out, almost like he was straight from the height of the London Blitz. His standard dress consisted of a pair of dark pants, trouser braces, a white shirt under a pale blue or navy blue buttoned down shirt, and to top it off, he wore a military style coat.'
Basically, Jaceryn is a sucker for the vintage look. His trademark look is that of ruffled hair, piercing blue eyes and a well muscled figure half hidden beneath the ankle length military coat that people have been known to stereotype him with.
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
LIKES
•Rain
•That one moment when everything is quiet and peaceful before all hell breaks loose
•Blasting rock/heavy metal while he’s working
•His coat – seriously, sometimes he should marry it if he loves it that much
•Flirting
•Being able to do what he wants when it comes to computers
•Knowing that those he work with respect him for his skills
DISLIKES
•He hates it when technologically retarded •people mess with his computers and equipment
•Hates being shot down for a date
•Hysterics // the one thing he hates about some women – the constant water works
•Civilians who catch wind of what they’re doing and believe they’re wrong
•Being spoken to before 7am unless he’s had a cup of coffee
STRENGTHS
•All the strength that comes with being a vampire
•Enhanced speed/hearing/sight
•Flight
•Was a soldier for almost all of his life, meaning he has a cool nature with the ability to strategize under pressure
•Diplomatic when he needs to be
•Can be cruel // willing to do whatever necessary depending on the situation
WEAKNESSES
•Sometimes he can be a little hotheaded // mostly when people mess with his things
•He’s kind of a sucker for a pretty face, whether it is male or female and hardly ever resists the urge to turn on his charm
•While he doesn’t seem to have a conscience or a grasp of guilt in his system there has been times when things can be so bad that he’ll refuse to do something – usually if it involves children or teens.
• Unable to enter someone’s home unless he has been invited in, and if the invitation is rescinded he must leave immediately
• Silver is toxic and can immobilize him
• Sunlight burns him faster than it would burn a younger vampire -- if he were to meet the sun, he would disintegrate in beautiful blue flames
OVERALL PERSONALITY Psychological profiling aside, there isn’t much that can really sum Jaceryn up in a few words. There are so many layers to the vampire that are left just under the surface, barely scratched on a daily basis unless he’s truly provoked or in a talking mood.
Mysterious ;; He prefers to keep his past exactly that, in the past. Not much is known about him, especially not by the rest of the team he works with. The only one who might know about his life would be those closest to him, but no one else is privy to that information. No one has seen his apartment, or if he even owns one. No one knows where he lives, where he sleeps or where he’s from; except for the fact he’s got a Welsh accent. Jaceryn likes to keep it that way. As far as he’s concerned, what’s in the past is in the past and the man he is in the present time is the man that matters. Now, some think this might have something to do with something that might have happened in his past, but no one knows and all who ask generally get blocked or asked something in return equally as untouchable.
Former soldier ;; Once a blooded soldier and dark storm that used to swarm across the land, Jaceryn still carries himself like a former soldier. He is fairly polite, well mannered and understanding, as well as strategic and calculating. Sometimes he might miss his human life, and the fighting, but with his personality and skills, his time is better suited with the Rebel Faction
Playboy ;; In the end, Jaceryn is nothing more than a flirtatious playboy, who, in his own words, would screw anything with a postcode. Now, this is generally true, but he prefers two legged rather than animals (so don’t get any ideas). His trademark flirt is just saying hello, which most people have coined as him flirting with anything gorgeous enough. Sure, he might flirt occasionally, but he’s not a sexual maniac who has to sleep with everything, he knows his boundaries. Just sometimes he likes to cross those boundaries.
Leader of the Rebel Faction ;; as the leader and founder of the Rebel Faction, even as someone who only fights when necessary, he understands what type of attitude is needed to do the right thing and bring down the Authority, to return control of the populace to the populace. With that in mind, Jaceryn is capable of basically anything he sets his mind to, with the exclusion of harming children or young teens. Not even the thought that what he’s doing is wrong can stop him. He’s without guilt, and a conscience – at least on the surface.
Caring ;; the one side of Jaceryn that is never seen is the caring side. Not that he has much of one, but when he does show any remorse, guilt or anything close to being a positive emotion, people are generally shocked. Sure, he’s gentle in bed, but that’s a different story isn’t it? He would NEVER do anything to hurt a child even if it meant going against everything he’s supposed to stand for as the leader of the Rebel Faction, but that’s just the type of person he was raised to be. Strangely enough, when he’s not doing something to bring down the Authority, he’s a fairly friendly sort of guy.
Overall, there is a lot about Jaceryn that confuses most people. He can laugh and has a good time when he’s not on call, especially with other members of the Rebel Faction, and he’s capable of being a cold hearted bastard should the need arise. Thinking of Jaceryn, the term ‘a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma’ comes to mind.
Humming
Yep, that’s right, he hums. Sometimes it’ll be a legible song, other times he just randomly starts humming for the heck of it. Most of the time he does it when he’s incredibly bored, or in the middle of going through a system for the hundredth time when he knows exactly where to go but is being forced to go the slow way.
FEARS ,
Being alone ;; The one thing that scares Ianto out of everything he could potentially face in the outside world, is the thought of being alone. The idea that if he gives his heart to someone, they’ll use that to their advantage and leave him cold, or some cruel twist of fate will render him loveless and alone. He saw the way his father’s death affected his mother, the one person in the entire world that he’d believed could stand up to anything, regardless of what it was, and she crumpled when his father’s body had been found. Since that day he swore never to let anyone affect him in such a way that he’d be unable to cope if they left him; hence the reason he flirts so much and never sticks with one person in a relationship.
Love ;; following in the same style as his fear of being alone, Ianto also fears love. He wants to fall in love with someone, but he doesn’t want to fall in love with the wrong person. And yet, at the same time, he wants to steer as clear from love as he can, which is why he spends so much time fooling around instead of settling down. What good is love when you’re a member of a non existent government unit, anyway?
. H I S T O R Y .
FAMILY The following family members are all deceased but I feel the need to add them in anyway:
Kai - biological father; deceased
Gennifer - biological mother; deceased
Christine – step mother // married to Gennifer; deceased
Jules – former step father // previously married to Gennifer for just over two years before they divorced // deceased – killed by Jaceryn after he found out Jules was sexually abusing Tifynee.
Tifynee – younger sister; deceased
HOME Town Korea, 3972 B.C
OVERALL HISTORY ‘What does it say about a person when the earliest memory of their childhood is their mother screaming hysterically, the sound of soldiers shouting and the scent of blood in the air?’ his gaze slowly lifted to the psychological analyst with the smallest of smiles on his lips, wondering if she had ever been in the same situation. One can never be told something like this, it had to be lived. But they wanted to know his history, so be it. Shifting in his seat, he brought his hand to his mouth, running the tip of one finger over the faint scar imprinted into his bottom lip before he rubbed his chin. “When the memory I possess consists of running through my home to find my mother, tears running down her face, and then rushing to a body that for one sickening moment you don’t want to recognize; and when you do recognize the body to be the man who yelled at you, who gave you a cuff over the back of the head when you did something wrong, and who humiliated you in public when you said something he deemed stupid, what is the most logical response? Surely most people cry over the loss of their parent, even if some of the shit they’ve done is hardly parent like.”
A hollow laugh left him and he shook his head. “I remember it clearly, to this very day. Standing beside my sobbing mother; feeling her hand twist in mine as she screamed hysterically. She was so emotional. So emotional over a man who had treated us both like dirt. The thought still makes bile churn in my stomach. For as strong as I believed her to be, that man was still bringing her to her knees after his breath had left his body. I wanted to hate him for that, but how could I? I’d been raised never to speak ill of the dead, so I was forced to keep it to myself. That day hadn’t been perfect in the least,’ he murmured weakly, meeting the doctor’s eyes again as he pushed forward a picture of a girl no older than four years, the age his sister had been the day their father had been murdered. Tifynee. She’d been at day care, and as luck would have it, mum’s sister had been bringing her home. The sound of the horses made me finally realize what had happened. I knew I had to stop Tifynee from seeing. It was my job now to protect her, to keep her safe… to be what she needed to keep going in the world.”
‘I ran to her, ran to my aunt and sister, and gathered her into my arms. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until she touched my face and commented that my skin was wet. She was always so innocent. Even though she and I could both hear mum, and Auntie Clarissa by that stage, crying for help, I kept walking, knowing that they’d come and find us when they had calmed down. But I couldn’t let Tifynee see that, what kind of brother would I have been to let her innocence be corrupted by the sight of her bloodied and murdered father at the age of four? I wouldn’t be a brother… I’d be a monster. A cruel person who didn’t care. And I wasn’t like that.”
Sighing deeply, he shifted in his seat again and brought his hands to clasp in his lap as he folded one leg over the other, finally pushing the folder away from him. He didn’t want to remember the ghosts of his past. Why should he? The memories were just too painful. The problem was, he could still remember Tifynee. The last time he’d ever seen her, she was preparing for her wedding to the lord of the land. ‘She was so beautiful; a splitting image of our mother with dad’s eyes. Mom got over dad’s death, but it took her almost three years before she was married again. The man she met, Jules, he was nice for a while. It was the little things that I picked up on, at nights while I was training, learning how to fight so I could protect my family the way my father had been unable to do so,’ he paused, lifting his head as he chuckled. He’d gone off onto a tangent. That was one of his habits, sometimes he lost track of what he was saying, “anyway, Jules. He had two kids of his own, both living with their mother. I didn’t realize until too late what was happening, nor did I have the eye to notice that every day Tifynee was slowly getting a little more depressed, a little more closed in. It didn’t take me long to realize why, and soon after, mum was kicking Jules out of the house. There was no way I was going to let someone hurt my sister so willingly, especially since she hadn’t even been 18, and he was well over 30. I got my revenge. A week after mum kicked him out, Jules returned to cause trouble. Well, he found it… With me. They found him almost a month later with his throat cut open and his balls cut off.”
His smile had faded, replaced by a scowl as he stared down at the sketch of the golden skinned man that had once been married to his mother. That was one man he could stand killing. “My youth was pretty average. I was training to be a soldier, and by the time I was 29 I was a commander, watching over my own unit of young brats who didn’t know the blade of the sword from the pommel of the handle. They never stood a chance when we were attacked, invaded by soldiers from across the seas.”
His eyes darkened with anger and remembrance as he thought back to that one fateful night that had taken everything from him, when his home had been burned and he’d been pulled from the realm of the living to walk amongst those of the living dead. It had been horrible. He could still remember the sound of women and children screaming, the stench of blood in the air and the strange silence that came with the creatures as his home was destroyed.
“I woke a week later, scarred from the battle but otherwise alive, and healing. There was a woman, no older than Tifynee in appearance, save for her eyes, which spoke with a wisdom beyond her years. She told me she had witnessed my prowess in battle, and had chosen to save me, to bring me back to life and to allow me to live as long as I travelled as her companion. And, I did. For almost four thousand years, she taught me of my new nature, of what I now was. A vampire, one who hunted in the dark and could never walk in the sunlight again. This did not bother me so much. With my home destroyed, I had nothing left to live for. With my maker, a woman named Pandora, I travelled across the land, taking part in as many battles as I came across, knowing I could never die nor be wounded so long as I kept my intake of blood up,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair again. He hated that woman so much, but he had to be thankful. She gave him life where he’d been dying, gave him purpose. “It was shortly after the death of the one humans call Christ, Pandora and I were travelling across Europe, when she was careless and let one of her victims live without compelling them to stay silent. She was staked shortly that same night, but not before she released me from our bond and let me escape. I’ll never forget her for that.”
“I wandered the land, keeping to the shadows until I heard of a new power, a conglomerate of vampires who had risen up to take control of the supernatural world. The idea sickened me, and at first I was tempted to join, to undermine this ‘Authority’ from the inside, and so I did. I was approached and became a member of the Tribunal, using my age and influence to keep things quiet for the longest time before I was found out and cast out of the Tribunal. Shortly after, I decided I’d stop the Authority, but I knew it would take me some time, so I returned to the shadows. Almost two thousand years had passed before I decided I’d waited long enough, and I sought out those who I had become friends with, creating a rebellious group known as the Rebel’s Front, to take down the authority.”
His eyes cast across the files that scattered across the table, and he frowned. “I’ve been searching for members for the Rebel Front ever since, so we can bring down the Authority and regain a semblance of control for the supernatural populace, but of course, miss Doctor, you already know that,” he smirked at the rebel psychologist, the woman he’d recruited almost a year before. “And, if that is all, I’d like to return to Bon Temps. I have a few things to look over.”
With that, he stood, after casting the doctor one more almost playful smile, and stepped out of the room, hands shoved into his coat as he did so.
. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .
YOUR NAME Victoria
YOUR AGE 18
OTHER CHARACTERS ON TBN Lucas Carlisle
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 10 years
HOW YOU FOUND US former admin
FACE CLAIM John Barrowman
RULES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
SPECIES PASSCODE ~Removed by Ben~
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The vampire felt a burning desire rush through him as he heard what he’d tried to ignore, a soft whimper leaving the witch as his lips pulled away. That was doing nothing for his self control, and he knew it would only get worse as the night drew on unless he did something about it. Thank god he was already dead, for when Luke’s hand lifted and he felt warm fingers brush across his skin he was sure if he had had a beating heart, it would be stopping, his eyes closing as he let out a breath, focusing on the feel of the blonde’s fingertips brushing across his skin. What self control he had was slowly going down the proverbial drain, and he couldn’t help but chuckle in response to his words. Hide? All he’d done, all his life, was hide… After the war – wars – he had hidden away so long, hiding from the world, from the light, from anything that had kept him human. It was only with Nina, Jamie and occasionally Tobias that he was holding onto the humanity he’d discovered upon returning to America.
His hand lifted, covering Luke’s briefly before he closed his fingers around the witch’s, lifting his hand and bringing it back to drape it around his neck in the same moment as he moved closer. Ianto’s fingers grazed along Luke’s cheek, hearing his sharp intake of breath before he pulled him close, fingers tangling through that beautiful silken hair of his, his lips crashing against the witch’s. So long self control. The inner vampire growled at the contact, and even when the blood vessels returned, coloring his usually cerulean blue eyes almost ice blue, blood leaking into the whites, and his canines extended, he didn’t pull away, deepening the kiss. Beneath him he felt Luke’s heartbeat increase, his pulse raging through his body, sending blood rushing to every point in his being as Ianto’s free hand slid down his side and slung around the small of his back, pulling him hard against the vampire’s frame as he moved to sit back, almost pulling Luke on top of him.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up taking Luke in public. And he knew that while he would be ok with that, Luke probably wouldn’t. And he didn’t want to face the anger of the vampire that Luke was friends with. By the scent that lingered on the witch, he had to be well over 600 years old, and since Ianto was barely 150, he would so not last in a battle against him.
Willing himself to contain his libido, Ianto pulled back very slowly, his lips just brushing against Luke’s as he panted unnecessarily, reveling in the fact that the boy above him was so very into it. His hand remained against the small of Luke’s back, his fingers splayed to hold him tight, his other still tangled effortlessly in the blonde locks that had drawn him in so easily. He didn’t move immediately, just letting his lips ghost across Luke’s in a playful embrace before he nipped the witch’s bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and lips. His canines had long since retracted, having gained control over his system easily enough, and he enjoyed the shudder that ran through the blonde at the move. Even as he released Luke’s bottom lip, his tongue sliding out to soothe whatever damage he’d caused, he knew they had to move. A low groan left him, and he willed himself to sit up straight, gently sliding Luke out of his lap even as his body shouted in denial. He knew he wanted more, he hoped Luke also wanted more, but he wasn’t going to force him. There was something… different, about Luke, something that Ianto wanted to explore. A part of him, the part that still craved love, wanted to see if there could be anything with Luke, or if he was doomed to a life of loveless sex and endless affairs.
Swallowing, he raked his hand through his hair, the blood stained one resting on his knee as his eyes lowered to Luke. “I wouldn’t dream of hiding anything. And I know you have ways of seeing beyond those beautiful eyes of yours. Just as I know how much you enjoyed that…” It was painfully obvious that he had, and at that moment he was more than thankful for his coat as he closed it around him more, shifting in his seat slightly.
