Post by crises on May 5, 2009 13:23:37 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?:Crisis
Are you over the age of 13?:Yuhuh
Have you read and understood all the rules?:Course!!
In Character
Name:Logain Darkholme
Age:961
Gender:Male
Species:Night Crawler
Special Power: Telepath
Father:Dobraine Darkholme
Mother:Ilyena Darkholem
Sibling/s:-
Partner:-none yet-
Appearance:
At first glance, Logain does not necessarily fit into the typical image of a male. He is tall standing at around 6’1” he is considered to be lanky and not rather developed in terms of muscle. But truth be told it is only his general look that deviates from the fact that he does have some muscle…it’s just not the thing that you would notice first.
What one would notice right away was the peculiarity of his face. The unique and proportional features, the pair eyes that changes its shade of blue at every turn, the luscious lips…everything, it’s the peculiarity of its arrangement that makes Raphael’s face demand a second glance. He is considered pretty…perhaps even too pretty, his features perhaps bordering on being androgynous. It's almost a cliche to call call Logaine a sculpted beauty. With cheekbones that could cut glass, Logaine' stock is certainly assured with suitors by the hundred at his doorstep. But as with every other Night crawler, beauty is natural.
His hair is of a shade blonde color. The styling is not necessarily a problem, his looks can probably withstand him having long hair, different styles and perhaps even different colors, but being part of one of the most illustrious families in the coven, his hair is more or less sticks to the conventional specifications for men…currently its short and somewhat wavy, yet its long enough for him to sweep to one side.
His clothes, are usually comprised of sharp suites although, he has been known to go with much less, not that everybody is complaining. Although the objects that are never seen too far away from him is the vial of the last remaining trace of human blood, and his unique rapier that was created by a gifted out of a collection of vampire fangs…the exact specifications as to how he was able to coerce a Gifted into doing such a thing remains unknown.
Overall, Logaine is not one that strikes you at the first glance, but it is his features and other things that garner a second, longer glance. But it is not only his face and clothing that calls upon attention but the fact that he stands with a great amount of posture, how he moves with grace and finesse. Usually it is not the clothing makes him look good but the fact that he can carry himself well…that is what makes people drawn to him.
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Personality:
At first glance, Logaine is portrayed as "unassuming yet ambitious". With a cloak of Deception, he carefully guards his privacy coercing others into finding his reclusiveness intriguing, as if he led a secret life of sorts. Despite this, he has many allies in the coven. For what Logaine easily lacks in charisma, he made up for in candor, and it was that directness that had led to his widespread appeal in the coven. He was never one to wield angry fists and desperate ventures to gain more power, at least not visibly. For in his heart he judged the universe on his own terms, with a clear sense of right and wrong. He often sacrosanct by those around him, viewing him as a fountain of wisdom, amidst a world seemingly hanging on by a hair before falling into chaos.
Logaine never acts, unless his hand is forced. And he views that to begin to make the world anew…measures must be taken and one must be able to make the truly difficult descisions. Before a Utopia can be achieved people must see the need to be saved. A society must initially be based on tyranny, solid-vision, brutal and lethal force, and, above all else, constant fear. He anticipates the coming of the new government: "A government clean, pure, direct: none of the messy scramble for the favor of ignorant rabble and subhuman creatures that made up the old world he so despised. The government he would serve would be Authority personified…his authority. Within his own circle of influence he enforces his will through clandestine, Force-sensitive agents known as the Dark Home. They are known as Logain’s eyes and ears throughout the world who communicate with him ... through the powerful telepathic connection, which he has made. This creates the illusion that Logaine is omniscient, but it is only an illusion and Logaine is not quick to dismiss these hearsays.
Logaine possesses great patience and his maneuverings are as a dejarik grandmaster moves pieces on a board. He is depicted as a self-proclaimed savior who can assume the role of a diabolical genius, when the time calls for it. He does not particularly enjoy direct attacks, he especially chooses to go about things mindfully, and if possible without moving as muscle. He plays psychological warfare like a child plays with his toys, or a cat plays with its food before it kills it. His natural talents as a telepath allow him to dig beyond the surface of the mind, even inner most secrets or repressed memories are not safe from him.
He is not a useless fighter however; he has a reputation to be quite the deadly adversary. There is also a saying among the coven that if Logaine should unsheathe his rapier, whoever should stand in his path will meet an untimely end. In tandem with his telepathic abilities, he can easily move and counter even the most powerful and agile of opponents, then only need to have the intention and he has an advantage. His calculating and manipulative nature also easily comes into play…he can play with your mind while you fight, dig out weaknesses and exploit them to hinder his opponents.
Strengths:Cunning, Manipulative, Genius-level intellect, Morally Grey, Devious, Benign, Natural Candor.
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Abrasive, Reclused, Distant, Close-minded, Arrogant, Evasive, Slothful
Mental Health:slightly insane (Megalomaniac)
Likes:A Utopia, Diplomacy, Power, The New World Order, Knowledge Respect, psychological warfare.
Dislikes:Idiots, The old world, chaos, democracy, physical fighting, unnecessary actions.
Past:
During the Great War, where the human were annihilated…Logaine was an up and coming new-magistrate. He placed down his gavel in place of a sword and fought on the side of the humans killing many night crawlers, gifted and shape-shifters with such acclaimed. But in the war he was turned, and was rejected by the human race and was even almost killed. He somehow managed to escape and as he ran he came to the realization of how ugly old world had been, destroying nature and everyone out to look for their own self-interest. He despised it, and knew that humans were vile creatures and could not save them. So as one of the new races, it was their obligation to destroy the more primitive species with a swift and unmerciful arm. He did have slight lapses in his decisions though such as turning his parents to save them from the slaughter.
Switching sides, he became a grand general among the forces of the night crawler clan. He easily won the same reprise and fame that he had as a human and it did well to demoralize the humans seeing their once flag-leader carry the flag of the enemy. He took some sample of the blood of the human leader, he did not know for what reason, except that it might be of some use in the future. The war ended, with the first clan leader, coven leader and alpha dying. The night crawlers were left without a leader.
With no use of a general as of yet, Logaine worked to solidify his family’s place as a prominent one within the coven. He took a place similar to his old profession, as a stern and unrelenting judge among the coven to make do what he would with the criminals who threatened to revert society back to the disgusting deluge of scum that Logaine so well knew. He began gaining popularity and founding a secret sect of espionage agents, and an intricate information system with him at the core. He became acclaimed for his potent telepathic abilities as well, and was the ever popular interrogator, if it could even be called as that.
He now lives his life, working as the master puppeteer within the coven, pulling the strings to achieve his desires. And what is his desire? Simply to create a perfect utopia…and it does not matter how he fulfills his goals.
Sample Post:
Hayden looked away as Edan rolled his eyes, like that reaction wasn’t expected. Offering the Bugatti may have been slightly too much to handle for the other boy, after all it had cost 1.7 million dollars and giving it away just like that seemed like such a big deal. Hayden honestly got tired of it, when would people understand that money was one of the few things in this world that he had more than enough off, the others being attention and problems. He could give away the Veyron just like that, sure enough it was a wonderful car and Hayden would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. That car had been his staple vehicle since arriving at the school; it was fast which made up for Hayden’s snail paced walk. Hayden never walked fats since it required too much energy and it wasn’t like he was in a hurry to go anywhere, but he always saw the Bugatti as some form of cheating, since it didn’t take much energy to step on the pedal and blast off away from everyone who tried to bother and meddle with his life.
The lessons at driving the thing had been quite bothersome as well, but Hayden knew that the car would be an easy sell for Edan. He would immediately jump at the chance to get that extremely wonderful car and Hayden really needed this from Edan as well…he didn’t want to be suppressed by the personality of his deity. He wanted to be Hayden Underweld and nobody else. So what if he lost the car? It would be better than losing himself. Trying to haggle with Edan for a price would be bothersome, and all heaven and hell knew how Hayden disliked things that were bothersome…so immediately on the table, he pushed forward the best thing he could ever hope to give the other boy. Well, he could have easily pulled out a crystal statue of Edan from the air, but something told him that the other boy would not appreciate something power-wrought. It seemed to trivial in this school.
He had easily enough other cars to do that, two of which were parked in the academy. Both were Rolls Royce’s a Phantom and a Silver Cloud, slightly posh and more than slightly shouting of Hayden’s nobility…which he hated being constantly reminded off. So giving up the Veyron would not hassle him that much. There were only 300 models made of Hayden’s car, but what he asked from Edan would be one of a kind.
"So...you'd give me a £1.76 million Bugatti Veyron Limited Edition for a favour, a weapon? Am I right? One that I have to get done in the next three or so days. If it's a realistic idea, you have yourself a deal, Mr. Underweld."
Hayden couldn’t help but spare himself that unpracticed smile that only pulled up on side of his face, as if the other side stubbornly refused to join in on the amusement. It had almost been too easy, but then again he knew as much would happen. Analyzing Edan like that, it was practically like reading a price tag and Edan’s was marked Bugatti Veyron in big bold red letters. ”…Not a weapon, a defense for the rest of you as much as for me. I need something to retard my powers.” that was the start of Hayden’s statement and sure enough he caught the sudden change of expression on Edan’s face. They were going off into war and Hayden’s was asking for a way to weaken his abilities. It was as far’ fetched a notion as Hayden himself jumping and clapping his hands like a giddy little girl.
Hayden didn’t speak for a moment, more of a force of habit really. He almost always left things ambiguous and not sparing any information that was not needed. But he reflected for some time, Edan would probably need to know what this entire thing was for. He’d need a better grasp of why Hayden was asking this for him. Without facing the other boy, Hayden turned his eyes up on the ceiling and concentrated on the shadows playing across the wall.
”You have times when you think you’re about to revert back to being Hephaestus don’t you?” he began, of course Edan did. All of them were susceptible to those strange occurrences. It might have been a sense of familiarity with a person you never knew, or maybe even the gaining of knowledge that you had never learned prior to the situation. All the reincarnations were able to that razor sharp path between their own life and that of their deity, But as aforementioned Hayden was born thrown dangerously closer to the other side. ”I have your problem, but mine is multiplied many times over. I can’t have the risk of calling unto too much of my power else I risk forgetting Hayden Underweld and begin thinking that I’m Hades.” he finally faced towards Edan again. ”Can you do this for me? I really need it before I fight in this war.” Hayden had never shared that particular weakness with anybody before. Not even with his best-friend Skylar. He knew that Edan wasn’t a particular loud-mouth, but at the same time he hoped that the other boy wasn’t enough of a jerk to shout to it out to the world just to spite him.
