Post by sabasti112 on Jun 3, 2012 2:47:58 GMT -5
[/li][li]~My Name is Brandon Geuvens
Benji Lee Victvis
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~*Full Name: Benji Lee Victvis
~*Alias:Ben or Lee
~*Age:looks 32 (real age is around 354-356)
~*Race: Vampire
~*Gender: Male
*Appearance: Calm features, stands out in a crowd. Clean shaven, hair color is brown. Benji is 6'2, about average height for a man his size. He is of an athletic build, masculine, his skin is slightly pale but can have forced color put into it to seduce women. His eye color is either grey or blue depending on his mood. There are a few shades in between that get jumbled up in his eyes but for the most part those colors stand out in his appearance.
~*Personality: Benji is a calm man, his delicate like personality on the outside plays it out. His greatest attribute is his acting ability, or his ability to lead others into believing what he wants them to about his personality. Benji has constructed a sort of aristocrat way of moving about, his long even strides showing how clean and straight forward of a man he appears. Although he shows great restraint when speaking, allowing himself to pretend to be the inferior of his companion he is accompanied by at the time, he is some what of a play maker. Allowing things to move in the way he wants them to. Benji Lee Victvis is a very devious man.
~*History: Benji was reborn outside of a brothel. His eager addiction to frolicking about with ladies had him always near a building that held up no standards for selling out the women for money. His human life compared to his new life as a vampire do not run hand in hand. His life changed drastically as he was bitten by the women he had thought he bought. But it seemed that she had him played as the fool.
She allowed Ben to live only because as he was bitten he promised that if she let him live in return he would marry her and support her through the ages. The women had actually thought of letting him live as a servant of hers but as she looked at him in a curious sort of way she wonder how could she not accept the offer. She was not much of an elder vampire. Her stupidity being that she thought she was powerful enough to control a new vampire that she accepted his offer.
Many years came by as they both had gotten married, Ben had already become the man he is today. His mind finding out how people moved and acted in accordance to how he acted or reacted to them. Benji waited although for 300 years till he had finally lost the women. She died in a terrible accident involving a highly paid hunter. Whom was very much so given in great detail a note of where, when, and how he could kill the vampire. This note did not include that the man she was with was also a vampire.
As more of the years went by Benji was becoming more and more aware of the growing numbers of his kin around him, as well as the lycans in which he did not in the least bit care of. Finding out later that there was a war between the two races he decided to fight for his race and become a deadly killer of both humans and what he referred to the lycans as werefolk. Easily he trapped them with his intelligence, persuading human hunters to go out late at night and scare the beasts into retaliating back and fighting the humans. But as they fought the humans Benji would come out of the shadows and slaughter them all as they both fought each other.
Now Benji is tired of fighting, his mood for blood lust calmed down by the meager remaining few whom he deems as worthy enough for a fight. In Ben's eyes he is the supreme in all warfare. The time may come soon where he is brought into another war or battle that induces him into his blood lust killing spree, where he may find someone that can best him.
~*RP Sample:
The air was chilly, the leaves singed with scorch marks as a man on fire ran wildly like a enraged boar, thrashing through tree limbs trying to get away. The flames could not be quenched it seemed as the mans screams seemed to feed the fire as it raged uncontrollably searing flesh and skin, melting it off. His face a complete mask of bubbles as he finally fell to a stop thrashing on the ground in his last few moments of life.
Slowly Benji came out of the shadows, as the mans life quickly ebbed away. His cold hands crept silently in his trench coat pocket, his footsteps not making a sound. The corner of his mouth jumped up for a mere second as he looked at the man on fire, drawing out a thin blade which had what looked like a needle point for a tip met the moonlight, shinning as if it were smiling, knowing of the fact that it would be tasting human blood.
Quickly the dagger was thrust down through the mans throat, the hilt covered in blood which glistened creating a little fountain that slithered its way down the mans back and neck, soon leaving the ground stained with blood. Benji had stabbed the man but did not look like he had moved, his hand still appearing as he was about to pull something out of his pocket. Reaching back into his pocket as if he had missed what he was grabbing for he pulled out a decorative locket, containing a ruby that was on the front, a darker shade of red than the blood that now coated the leaves on the ground. Flipping the dark colored locket open he checked the time. Quickly placing it back into his pocket as if he were late for something important he vanished silently. Instantly leaving the dead man who was on fire in a much colder and lifeless surrounding.
Slowly Benji came out of the shadows, as the mans life quickly ebbed away. His cold hands crept silently in his trench coat pocket, his footsteps not making a sound. The corner of his mouth jumped up for a mere second as he looked at the man on fire, drawing out a thin blade which had what looked like a needle point for a tip met the moonlight, shinning as if it were smiling, knowing of the fact that it would be tasting human blood.
Quickly the dagger was thrust down through the mans throat, the hilt covered in blood which glistened creating a little fountain that slithered its way down the mans back and neck, soon leaving the ground stained with blood. Benji had stabbed the man but did not look like he had moved, his hand still appearing as he was about to pull something out of his pocket. Reaching back into his pocket as if he had missed what he was grabbing for he pulled out a decorative locket, containing a ruby that was on the front, a darker shade of red than the blood that now coated the leaves on the ground. Flipping the dark colored locket open he checked the time. Quickly placing it back into his pocket as if he were late for something important he vanished silently. Instantly leaving the dead man who was on fire in a much colder and lifeless surrounding.
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