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This character was created based on winterelf's world. Vampires pretty much are in charge and humans are a second class species. Dhampir's are executed on sight.
Name: Adonis Tinuvel Mother: Patricia Tinuvel Father: King Sian
Height: 5ft 7inchs tall (Totally takes after his mother XD) Body Build: Non-muscular. Thin in form. Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Mid-length red hair tied back with a green ribbon. Semi-long bangs that hang loose over his face, a golden blond streak runs through his bangs, which is often tucked back behind his left ear. He wears a cream colored poets blouse with the front left open, a beige colored leather vest with the front left open. A thin green ribbon is looped three times around his neck before being tied loosely to the left side of his neck. He wears a pair of dark green pants, tucked into knee high dark brown leather boots. He wears a pair of gold wire rim glasses, they are medium oval shaped with green tinted glass.
Basic History: Adonis was born to a human woman of questionable morals. While not loose enough to be considered a prostitute or a whore, she was known for being welcoming to handsome men. His mother was unaware during the time of her pregnacy that she carried a dhampir, and his birth came as a dissappointed shock to the woman. However, as she had carried him to term, had grown accustomed to the thought of having a child, Patricia was unable to part with the ill fated baby. Patricia raised Adonis in secret, keeping him confined to her small home and only allowing a handful of trusted friends to interact with the boy. Adonis learned respect from his mother, mathematics from the grocer next door, cooking from the little old lady that rented a room in his mothers basement, and mischief from two orphan boys that snuck into the small walled in garden attached to his mothers home. This home proved a safe haven for Adonis, allowing him moderate freedom save for when his mother had a gentleman caller, or a customer seeking her skills as a card reader.
As his mother aged, and the benevolant old lady in the basement passed away, it became harder for his mother to make ends meet. Unwilling to take on another boarder that may prove untrustworthy around her dhampir son, Adonis felt the stirrings of frustration over his protected exsistance. The two boys that had long been visiting him offered him a way to help his mother, through the act of thievery. At first Adonis attempted to join the boys in their nightly tasks, but after only one night of being out past the midnight mark, Adonis returned home to find his mother in a fit of hysterics. So great was the distress he had caused her he promised her he would obay her curfew and never leave the house after dark again. So instead Adonis adapted to daylight thievery.
In order to avoid being caught or identified and discovered as a dhampir, Adonis chose to pursue a profession as a cat burgurlar. In this way he could avoid the close proximity to others required to pick pockets, cut purses, or shop lift. He staked out moderatly wealthy houses and Inn's as his targets, and entered them when they were vacant. Adonis proved to be rather skillful at scaleing walls and prying open windows on high ledges, thus granting him easier points of entry then his two human look out friends were able to reach. With the help of his two friends Adonis was able to operate a stealthy operation that turned many of the moderatly well to do houses on their ears.
Adonis was careful. Very careful. Despite the urgeings of his friends he never targeted shop owners or the very well to do houses in the city. He kept his thefts low profile and never took un-neccessary chances. He was in this to help take care of the woman that had protected him so well his entier life, not to make a name for himself or amass wealth. As Adonis grew more skilled and successful in his thefts, he and his friends gained a unagreeable amount of fame due to their success and mysterious identities. Adonis allowed some of this fame to tickle his ego, and he began to take to leaving Tarot Cards of his own drawing, particularly ones that depicted Beauty or Youth, upon the pillows of the ladies of the house he broke into.
The Tarot Rake. Adonis read the name in the papers his friends brought to him pridefully. To be robbed by the Tarot Rake seemed to be both a unfortunate occurance, and one that warrented bragging rights. It was a wonderfully fun game! His mother was no longer struggling to support the two of them, and while Adonis did not steal enough to put them on the road to riches he did bring home enough to ensure his ageing parent had a soft bed for her weary bones and good food to bolster her health. In his mind his life had never been better. That was until the hanging of his friends.
It happened overnight, while Adonis was safely sleeping in his attic room and adhearing to his mothers wishes to remain inside at night time. The papers were ablaze with the news before Adonis had finished his breakfast. When he entered the garden in the backyard, he could sense in the air a excitement that left him feeling jittery and frightened. It was the grocer next door, now a old grey man with terrible eyesight, that brought the paper to his mother with the news. Adonis still had no idea when she came to him in tears and embraced him.
The new's was a terrible gut wrenching revelation. His long time childhood friends had visited a tavern and helped themselves to a touch too much drink. With pretty girls present and wits absent, the pair had boastfully informed the girls of their involvement with the Tarot Rake. Of course, such a tale was not too uncommon in young hot blooded men at the bars. However, one of his friends had on his person one of Adonis' personalized Tarot cards. The card was flashed as a badge of boastful pride, and the wrong sort of individual caught sight of the hand painted card.
His friends were arrested on the charges of theft, and though their drink soggy minds impeded their common sense, both boys staunchly refused to name the Rake himself. As a result, the pair were hung shortly after dawn by the angry and frustrated constable. The papers painted a heroic picture of the two young men despite their involvement in the three man crime wave. Loyal friends to the still mysterious Rake. Handsom lads who sang a slightly off color song of the Rake seduceing a young nobles virgin daughter while standing upon the gallows. Adonis felt sick with grief. The papers offered more though. The name of the 'upstanding citizen' who had turned the boys in for the reward money offered for the capture of the Rake. Adonis had never suffered a moment of hatred once in his life. Not until this point and time. Terrified and grief stricken, Adonis defied his mother for the first time in years.
He went out at Night once more.
Adonis was well versed in the streets of his home city. It took him only that day to hunt down the home of the betrayer of his friends. Then, as the man slept in his home, Adonis took stone and nails to the man's windows and doors. He wedged the doors firmly shut. He crossed boards over the glass windows and carefully nailed them shut with tiny taps so as not to waken any neighbors. Or the man himself. His work came to a end just shy of dawn...just about the time when his friends had been led to the gallows only the day before. With wet eyes and a vengeful pained heard, Adonis hauled five ten gallon keg's to the roof of the house, and poured them over the roof and down the sides of the building. Oil satureated the wooden shingles and seeped through small cracks into the attic. It stained the outside walls of the building and congealed in a pool surrounding the house. Adonis half climbed, half slipped, down to the ground, then stripped himself of his shoes and shirt. Tearing the oil soaked cloth, he tied bits of his clothing to four sticks and lit them with a flint and tinder. Adonis flung one home made torch against each side of the House, and in mere seconds the wooden building was alight like a star come to earth.
Adonis did not stay to savor his vengence. He did not flee out of fear either. He left because the act was done and there was nothing more he felt he could gain by lingering when the crowd arrived to gawk. He left, staked to the dirt path leading up to the House, a special hand painted Tarot card. That of the Hanged Man.
He could no longer remain in the city now of course. If he worked alone the risk of being caught was greater. And now that he had assuredly killed a man, he would be suffering a more dark reputation. The game was ruined. In addition, should he be caught, there was a chance his mother would be the one to suffer as well. He would not risk her life. So Adonis left his home behind. Shamefully he did not return to his mothers home after his murder. He could not look into her wrinkled and familar face with the sin he had committed darkening his soul now. He did not want her last memory of him to be of him as a murderer. Adonis traveled alone and heavy hearted until he felt he was a safe distance away. He resumed his thieving ways and sent back most of the money he stole to his mother, to continue her care. He wrote her small letters, urging her to find a good man to rent the room in the basement to, in the hopes that perhaps his mother would finally feel safe and free enough to open her remainder of life and heart to another. Without the fear of them betraying her halfblood son to those that would erase him from exsistance.
Adonis surrendered his vanity and childish playfulness concerning his profession. No more Tarot cards were left for his victims. Just empty drawers and safes stood intestiment of his presence. He still carried his own tarot cards with him, and at times he would shuffle the deck and play out the cards. His cards were the only link he had to his mother now, and no matter what sinful life he lived now he would cling to that link. It was, after all, a memory of better times. When his mother was young and beautiful. When his friends were alive and mischevious. When he was innocent and safe.
Character Notes: * Adonis wears tinted glasses to hide the gold of his eyes, the glasses curve a little to follow the shape of his head to make it less likely someone will catch a glimpse of the true color from the side. He wear's these glasses at all times, even at night.
* Adonis learned to read the Tarot from his mother. He is in the process of creating his own distinct deck for his own card readings. He has a foggy plan that in the future, when his mother is dead and he finds a safe enough of a place to settle down, he will use his own tarot deck to provide readings for a living, just like his mother.
* Adonis has his mothers hair save for the blond streak which is a natural discoloration. He has often been told by his mother the blond in his hair may be a trait from his true father.
* Adonis is a skillful cat burgular, capable of climbing vertical surfaces with only finger and toe holds. He is a accomplished lock pick as well.
Yousei Akki · Wed Nov 04, 2009 @ 09:43pm · 0 Comments |
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