Post by deviantdreamer on Apr 19, 2009 1:52:49 GMT -5
Name: Merrick Wulf
Alias: Mr. Wulf, Merrick, Master, my Lord...it depends on who it is...
Sex:male
Sexuality: bisexual-what point is there in choosing, when theres so much out there?
Race: Vampire
Powers/Abilities:
::Disciplines::
-Animalism : These disciplines allow you to converse with, command, and summon animals. It includes Call of the Wild, Feral Whispers, Leashing the Beast, Obedience, and Subsume the Lesser Spirit
-Auspex : These disciplines involve improving your senses and perceiving what others cannot. It includes Aura Perception, Heightened Senses, The Spirit’s Touch, Telepathy, and Twilight Projection
-Celerity : This group includes only a single discipline, Celerity, which you can take multiple times. It makes you faster and more agile.
-Dominate : Dominate disciplines allow you control over other intelligent beings. The group includes Command, Conditioning, The Forgetful Mind, Mesmerize, and Possession. Merrick has an affinity for this discipline especially.
-Majesty : Majesty discipline allow you great charisma and power over intelligent beings without needing to directly command them. They include Awe, Entrancement, Revelation, Sovereignty, and Summoning
-Nightmare : These disciplines cause fear and insanity in intelligent creatures. The group includes Dread, Eye of the Beast, Monstrous Countenance, and Shatter the Mind
-Obfuscate : This group clouds the minds of others, making them overlook objects and people as if they were invisible. It includes Cloak of the Gathering, Cloak of Night, The Familiar Stranger, Mask of Tranquility, and Touch of Shadow.
-Protean : These disciplines allow you to change your shape. They include Aspect of the Predator, Body of Spirit, Claws of the Wild, Haven of Soil, and Shape of the Beast
-Vigor : This group includes only a single discipline. It makes you superhumanly strong.
((Disciplines courtesy of white-wolf.com))
Age:
-Appears= 22
-Actual Age= Unknown by any save he, but none the less ancient
Height:6'2"
Weight: 205 lbs
Occupation: What need does he have for a job? Centuries have allowed him to build up quite the nest egg and become excessively wealthy. But if you wish to give him any title, perhaps Coven Master would do? He also dabbles in investments on occasion.
Weapon(s): his hands, his fangs, a various number of blades-he does enjoy close contact. However he's not object to using the set of ebony handled hand guns he carries with him.
Accessories: a rare, lightweight kevlar he wears beneath his clothing...that is far more versatile than a bullet proof vest but equally effective. An ancient ring that is the one remainder of his human life...worn at all times.
Appearance: He is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His build is lithe and toned, as it was in life. And his features are refined, sculpted, sensual: his jaw strong, his nose regal, mouth wide and sensual. With skin as pale as moonlight, and eyes that show like a clear winter sky. His hair is dark and inky, maintained in a styllish cut. What he chooses to wear might depend on his mood or the occasion.
Personality:
He embodies the word cruelty. His heart has long since been enshrouded in ice and stone; a result of the tragedies he faced during his human life. Merrick is ruthless in his search to complete his own individual goals and the goals he has for his coven. And he will allow nothing to get in his way. Intelligent and cunning, as he is heartless...the ancient vampire is truly a force to be reconned with. Everything is wrapped up in a charasmatic, charming...silver tongued package that few people find they can resist. His perversions are as great and many, as his love of the arts. He is an individual shrouded in mystery, that none have had the ability to solve. All in all, his personality is a thing of complexity.
Appealing Characteristics:
His body
Charisma
His appearance
His intelligence
His cunning
His willing to do anything for his coven
His tactical skill
Appalling Characteristics:
His temper, when piqued
His hatred of 'cattle' (humans)
His cruelty
His inability to relate to human emotion any longer
Manipulative
His perversions and darkness
Likes:
A warm body to warm his bed
Knowledge
The arts
His own goals being accomplished and saw through
Blood
Books
Elegance
Strength
Violence
Pain-causing and receiving
Dislikes:
Loosing
Weakness
Simpletons
Do-gooders
Idiocy
Prudes
Tasteless peons
Fears:
Letting others into the cold shell of his heart, which leads into an issue with commitment.
Naturally he has a fear of sunlight, as a creature of the night.
Permanent Death.
Betrayal, which creates an element of paranoia.
Loss of control
Strengths:
His nearly unmatched intelligence (that surfaces the need for those around him to strive to be equally intelligent)
Determination to see his goals to the end and not allow anything to deter him.
The ability to strategize and the patience to see his goals through despite snags.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight
The vampiric dependancy for blood
His lack of patience when it comes to dealing with cattle (humans)
His absolute need for control and power
History:
The exact date of his birth is difficult to pin point but he was born during the height of an empire into a life of battle, politics, and power play as the son of a royal guard and a wealthy merchant's daughter. His father garnered a certain amount of favoritism from the ruling family and that earned Merrick certain privileges others of his class couldn't afford including an education and introduction into court life from a very early age. Other noble and influential political families did not look favorably on the young common bred child so a certain amount of hate and disdain was tossed at him from an early age. His home life to, was an uneasy one. His mother became power hungry socially, and his father a perfectionist...driving his son to new heights and dishing out heavy punishment when his expectations were not met.
As he grew older, he was given the same training his father received in hopes that he to would become a guard. Merrick excelled in battle and tactics; his ability to rally the troops and command making him an obvious prospect for a officer position among the armies of the time...particularly in combination with his intelligence. War was a common thing during the time, and the enemies, if they did indeed bother to take a captive, were not kind. Torture was a regular part of training to force them to withstand anything that might come. Many still, were jealous of his success and did everything in there power to destroy it. Never the less, shortly after completing his training he was given a captain position among the guard.
The later years were spent completing his duties and avoiding the intrigue that came with being so near nobles. Merrick was always the center of talk as the commoner who had rose from the norm presumably because of his own father's success. Never the less, he sought to better himself and eventually was wed to the daughter of a minor noble in an arranged marriage. They didn't love one another, his wife and him...but despite that out of there arrangement came a beautiful daughter at age 20. She became the light of her father's life and he determinedly kept her away from the taint of court...and refused to force the same ideals his parents forced upon him.
Life finally seemed good, and for once Merrick truly found himself happy. Even the nearness of his aging parents did resurface harsh memories. It was the night of his daughter's fourth birthday that everything changed. A half brother he'd never met appeared upon his doorstep well past the fall of the sun. At first he'd been welcomed; family had been important and he desired his daughter to be surrounded by it. They spent time together, and he never once would have suspected the true monster that the man was.
His name was Gregori and he'd been turned into a vampire not but a year past in an alley within another city. The more he spoke to Merrick, the increasing amount of jealousy he felt welling inside; feeding the beast within. He had not been successful in life. His father had denied him, and because of it he'd been forced into positions that were less than reputable. Finally, those surging feelings exploded in a violent rage. He attacked his human half brother, knocking him across the room to land against the wall.
The vampire sought to take everything from him, and assured that Merrick watched as he went through his family. The last to die was his precious young daughter who Gregori tormented then drained of her life's blood. Then his attention was turned upon the fallen human man, who rather than kill...he turned. Wishing him to suffer with the knowledge that he could do nothing to save the one he loved most in the world. Once he had done the deed, Merrick was left next to the body of his dead daughter so that when he woke the next night he'd be faced with the horror of what had happened.
When he did wake, he was a changed man. Not just physically, but in all ways.
RP Sample:
Deep beneath the impenetrable fortress, where the light of the harmful sun could never possibly reach, he sat within a study-wide awake when he should have been lost inside his death like sleep. But he was ancient, and as long as he didn’t step outside into the desert, he would survive without any negative effects. He sat across from another, the renowned Commander Drystan, who stroked his own pale jaw, clearly displeased. “Merrick…couldn’t we have waited till the sun set? Its an ungodly hour…” The complaint claim with a near childlike sulk that was unbefitting one of his rank and age because he was quite simply unused to being on the receiving end of being commanded.
A sneer curled Merrick’s sensual mouth, his pale blue gaze as cold as a winter morning. “Pathetic, whimpering fool…” The ancient returned, “Do you think those dogs are taking a break to rest, as they move through the towns and strongholds in succession? Darkness be, man, you’re a commander of might. And yet you act like some pathetic cattle.” There was no hiding the derision in his voice, as he dealt the gravest insult. Cattle were weak, blithering…prey. He implied all of that in a single simple sentence. And insulted or not, it made the other vampire sober.
“Very well…” Drystan responded grudgingly, dark eyes lowering in submission to the other’s intense gaze. Merrick was older by a great deal, and though no one but the ancient himself knew precisely by how much, the commander could tell there differences in strengths were tremendous. He’d never survive against the dark haired, pale eyed vampire should he choose to go against him. As it were, he’d requested him here, when he’d been notified about the army of lycanthropes and werewolves moving across the desert. No one was keener of mind, and if he desired his own vampires to survive…there was no choice but to call upon him for assistance. Not if he desired to win.
His artic gaze watched the other man struggling visibly, as his command was usurped. Merrick didn’t take orders from others, they took orders from him. And this would be no different. That is if Drystan didn’t wish to be left to his fate. “I have heard of there General.” He told the younger vampire after a moment. “It would be idiocy to underestimate him merely because he is lycanthrope…” In his experience, there kind were fierce warriors. If the rumors played to truth, this one was no different. “If you desire survival, I would recommend you remember that.” A long elegant hand drug through his inky hair, while his cruel gaze continued to observe the other, “We have plans to make, youngling…and there will be no rest had until I am properly satisfied.”
Without pause, he leaned forward to withdraw a map from the corner of the man’s desk and spread it out across the vast surface. There they would begin to form a plan, and cross over the areas of the stronghold that were most vulnerable.
