Post by varro on Mar 26, 2009 3:52:38 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Varro
Are you over the age of 13?: Yep
Have you read and understood all the rules?: Yes
In Character
Name: Paulus Avouris Gabras Magnus
Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Male
Species: Night Crawler
Special Power: extra speed
Father: Paulua Avouris Gabras Sr. (Remarried)
Mother: Claudia Machoneos Katrares (Remarried)
Sibling/s: Demicious Machoneos Katrares (Stepbrother), Maria Machoneos Katrares (Stepsister)
Partner:
Appearance: Magnus stands at a height of six foot three. He holds himself with an air of confindence and pride which, more often than not, comes off as arrogance. His black hair is dark and often has a tent of blue in the sunlight. His complection is as pale as the pure driven snow. His features are perfectly portioned with his face; gray-blue eyes that are mostly regaurded as cold, a straight nose, and average sized lips the color of pale roses.
Magnus was always complimented on his bone structure and with high cheekbones that models die for, a pair of piercing blue eyes, straight thin nose and slightly full lips people complimented him often. His eyes had been the only thing his father gave him and the sad part was that he didn't give it to him willingly. The cheekbones, on the other hand, was from his mother who was a model in her younger years.
Magnus stands at six foot one inches and is muscular. His body isn't bulky because of the height which makes it all balance out. With all of the running he takes in the morning and the late night work-outs he's obviously a heathly man. He doesn't obsesse over his physical appearence because he's never had to try too hard to impress someone.
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Personality:
His friends, though they are few and far between, are very important to him. He's very protective over them and wouldn't let anything happen to them if he had a say-so. Much like his dating life, if he gives them a chance. Magnus is a passionate guy, but it takes a lot to get to that side of him. Any girl strong enough to put up with his bullshit more than likely to become one of the more important people in his life. He loves living life with no regrets, though, that can be a hard feat to accomplish; he does strive for that. His personality may be rough on the outside, but past all of that is a relatively good guy.
Magnus exudes confidence often with everything he does. Whether he likes to admit it or not he's a lot like his father. They're both proud people and with good reason. Magnus doesn't like starting something he can't finish, but if he gets stuck with something he won't give up. In fact it just prompts him to try that much harder. Challenges to him are like his drug. He loves to challenge people, push them to their limits and see if they crumble or stand tall.
Magnus likes to look at things from all sides. Being blind about something doesn't appeal to him and he tries everything he can to know all about it. Arguing with people seems to come second nature to him and if he doesn't have all the facts he'll back down until he does. Though you better be ready when he comes back. A lot of people see him as an asshole, but he's really quiet far from it. He's always been taught to strike first and so he does.
Strengths: perception, reading people, intimidation, rational, level-headed, thinker, duties
Weaknesses: family, loved one
Mental Health:stable, though some could argue differently sometimes
Likes: swords, leading, reading, politics, strength, taking care of what's his
Dislikes: disrespect, lying, wistfulness, weaknesses
Past: Claudia Machoneos Katrares and Paulua Avouris Gabras Sr. decided to have a child in their mid-forties. It took a took a lot of practice before she actually got pregnant and they were almost ready to give up, but Claudia Machoneos Katrares 's personality shown through. She didn't give up until the day she announced she was pregnant with a proud gleam to her.
At one forty-seven AM on December seventeenth, Paulus Avouris Gabras was born. His head was already full of jet black, silky hair. His mother and father were glad they hadn't given up on such a beautiful little boy and was convinced about having, at least, one more. Paulus wasn't even out of his new born days before they started talking about trying again- hopefully a girl this time. But the next time never happened for the them. In fact the first time should have never happened, at least that's what the doctor had said. Once again, Claudia Machoneos Katrares being Claudia Machoneos Katrares , reminded the doctor, not so politely, that they had had Paulus and that they could do it again. The doctor backed off, leaving his words, and let them try again. The doctor was right, and Claudia Machoneos Katrares and Paulua Avouris Gabras Sr.eventually excepted that Paulus was the first and last child they would have together.
Paulus grew up in a well loved house. His parents, or dad rather, couldn't have anymore children and that only gave them more energy to put into the one they did have. Paulus being spoiled was nothing nobody didn't see coming. He took everything he ever had for guaranteed and never knew any better. With parents that were there for him no matter what it's only a matter of when rather than if. Which also lead to there divorce. They spent so much time their son that they forgot about their relationship and soon his mother remarried, as his dad, but his mom married for love and had two other kids later.
A few days after Paulus turned nineteen he ran into a girl at a bar, a place he shouldn't have been at but no one could tell him that. The girl was very sweet and innocent, charming enough to get him out of the bar and into the backseat of her car. Paulus thought this would just be another one night stand, and with a hot girl no less, but it turned out to be his last night as who he thought he was.
His whole being changed in those three days she was dead to the world. His body become more sturdy, like he could anything and not reap once of the consequences. The way his movements became fluid was like heaven to him, and it only helped that the beauty intensified in himself. He loved who he was now, but he didn't love the monster part. The part where him parents had told him that he was now the devil. How they refused him to be in the house.
Paulus Avouris Gabras soon became Paulus Avouris Gabras Magnus. Something to seperate himself from his father's name. It wasn't out of hatred, but he wanted to establish a name for himself so it was either this or changing his name legally, which would take entirely too long. Though he had separated himself from his father name-wise, their personalities were still similar, though Magnus was known for being far more cold than his father. Something he was very proud of.
Sample Post: From a different site.
Quentin quirked an eyebrow at the girl. She looked like Cass, sounded like her, but she was high? Yeah, he was pretty sure she was flying right about now. Her pupils were dilated, her stance off balance, even her laugh was slow and sluggish. And ever so often she look off to the left or right and then try to focus in on him again. He hadn't thought of her as a drug addict, but apparently he was a bad judge in character. His ex girlfriend is a vampire, despite what he thought, and it looked to be that Cass was a druggy. Man did he know how to pick them or what?
He didn't have time for this, but he couldn't just ignore her, and why was she here? She had killed her owner, so why would she come back? What? Did she miss it or something? He shook his head. Only a sick, sick person would miss that.
"You're a drug addict now? What else should I know?" He asked her with a clipped tone. The same one he had used on Rose.
But before he could show just how much all of this was getting to him the elevator bell sounded with a ding.
Great, just what I need right now, he thought with an eye roll, but it wasn't who he was expecting. A well dressed man walked out of the elevator with his hands loosely at his sides. There was a hint of a sneer hoovering above his lips as he made his way casually towards Quentin.
Quentin stepped around Cass, thinking he was coming for her, and stood in front of her. Coal black eyes met with green ones and a smirk appeared on the vampires lips.
"Quentin, I suppose," he asked with a silk voice. Q faltered a bit, but didn't let it show. He was here for him, not Cass.
"Yeah," he answered with confusion in his word. "Can I help you with something?" He asked.
"No, but I believe you need something... correct?" The guy seemed smug, too smug for Quentin's liking and he stepped back a spot as the other one stepped to him too close.
Quentin's roamed over him. "Not from you," he answered in a snub like voice.
The man chuckled and took off his black pen striped suit jacket. "That's where you're wrong," he said, folding the jacket neatly on the desktop. He unclasped his cuff links and rolled up his white sleeved button up shirt. "You see, Jaime is uhh, how can I put this? Not right for you. Perhaps you should try it again in another life."
Quentin didn't get a chance to answer him, or even think about what he had just said before the cold tiled floor met with his back and roar of pain left his throat as he felt teeth piercing his skin and ripping it away from the muscle. He struggled against the guy, but nothing was happening. He felt like someone had dropped a two hundred pound stiff board on him and it wasn't moving. He felt his whole body shift into that numb, tingling sensation again. Like he was back at the warehouse, and then he felt... nothing.
His hand hit the floor with a clap, and his body laid limp against it. Quentin felt his eyes closing and he didn't even try to stop it. He was going to hell, and he knew it, yet he welcomed it. He welcomed anything to make him feel something because everything else around him; his sight, hearing, feeling, smelling was all gone. With his eyes closed there was nothing but darkness and he let it swallow him whole.
He didn't have time for this, but he couldn't just ignore her, and why was she here? She had killed her owner, so why would she come back? What? Did she miss it or something? He shook his head. Only a sick, sick person would miss that.
"You're a drug addict now? What else should I know?" He asked her with a clipped tone. The same one he had used on Rose.
But before he could show just how much all of this was getting to him the elevator bell sounded with a ding.
Great, just what I need right now, he thought with an eye roll, but it wasn't who he was expecting. A well dressed man walked out of the elevator with his hands loosely at his sides. There was a hint of a sneer hoovering above his lips as he made his way casually towards Quentin.
Quentin stepped around Cass, thinking he was coming for her, and stood in front of her. Coal black eyes met with green ones and a smirk appeared on the vampires lips.
"Quentin, I suppose," he asked with a silk voice. Q faltered a bit, but didn't let it show. He was here for him, not Cass.
"Yeah," he answered with confusion in his word. "Can I help you with something?" He asked.
"No, but I believe you need something... correct?" The guy seemed smug, too smug for Quentin's liking and he stepped back a spot as the other one stepped to him too close.
Quentin's roamed over him. "Not from you," he answered in a snub like voice.
The man chuckled and took off his black pen striped suit jacket. "That's where you're wrong," he said, folding the jacket neatly on the desktop. He unclasped his cuff links and rolled up his white sleeved button up shirt. "You see, Jaime is uhh, how can I put this? Not right for you. Perhaps you should try it again in another life."
Quentin didn't get a chance to answer him, or even think about what he had just said before the cold tiled floor met with his back and roar of pain left his throat as he felt teeth piercing his skin and ripping it away from the muscle. He struggled against the guy, but nothing was happening. He felt like someone had dropped a two hundred pound stiff board on him and it wasn't moving. He felt his whole body shift into that numb, tingling sensation again. Like he was back at the warehouse, and then he felt... nothing.
His hand hit the floor with a clap, and his body laid limp against it. Quentin felt his eyes closing and he didn't even try to stop it. He was going to hell, and he knew it, yet he welcomed it. He welcomed anything to make him feel something because everything else around him; his sight, hearing, feeling, smelling was all gone. With his eyes closed there was nothing but darkness and he let it swallow him whole.