Post by Zachary on Aug 9, 2012 21:46:39 GMT -5
Zachariah Charles Adams
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God is in the houses and God is in my head, and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said, For my heart, it wasn’t open…Not open…
Its Better To Be Loved Than Feared,
[/color][/font]but if you can't be loved, fear will do.
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Regrets Are About Decisions That you Know You Should Have Done Different.
[/color][/font]When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.[/center]
Male[/color]:
Born:October 27, 1797-215y/o[/color]:
Heterosexual[/color]:
Yankee-English/American[/color]:
Member Group[/color]: Vampire
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We Bring Up The Pain In Pieces So We Can Look At it In Small Bites.
[/color][/font]If it can bleed me, eat me, or fuck me, I want to write about it.[/center]
Hair[/color]: His hair is the many colors of ebon night. Black upon black which somehow manages to shine even in the faintest of moonlight. It’s deepness magnifying the intensity of his eyes.
Height & Weight[/color]: Zachary is five foot eleven and a half inches tall. He weighs roughly one hundred seventy pounds.
Body Type[/color]:Wiry thinness that hides a corded strength.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: His longish hair hides a bayonet wound he recievd during his living years.
Animal Appearance[/color]:.
Face Claim[/color]:Matt Bomer
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If You Fear Nothing Then You Are Not Brave;
[/color][/font]You are merely too foolish to be afraid.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Enslavement, tyrants, theft of personal freedoms of any sort,
Strength[/color]: Indomitable will, strong sense of self, unflinching loyalty once given truly.
Weaknesses[/color]: Pride, stubbornness, and judgmentalness.
Fears[/color]: Failure, captivity, allowing anyone too close.
Secrets[/color]: Singing, his true sense of self,.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: People watching, scouting areas, testing the security of his resting places, music of all kinds, dancing, letter writing, sailing, horticulture, husbandry, hunting.
Overall Personality[/color]: A Survivor. In the grand scheme of things he has proven to be the one thing he can count on for any duration of time. Through feast and famine he has always managed to pull himself from one fire or another. His lack of solace has not kept him from searching for just that. In fact it has been his driving factor in life. In short a hopelessly hopeful romantic with antiquated ideals as to Chivalry, Honor, Hospitality, Comity and the like. Add that together with a nationalistic fervor bordering on fanaticism and you have Zachary in a nutshell.
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You Could Always Trust Jean-Claude To Survive. It Was One Of His Talents.
[/color][/font]I was almost sure it wasn’t one of Richard’s.[/center]
Calligraphy
Violin
Speak/understand several native American languages
Conversational French
Sidearms
Rifles
Bayonet fighting
Tomahawk and knife
Enhanced strength,stamina
Flight
Ability to roll the minds of his victims.
Animal to Call-Lion
Speed bordering just below teleportation
A heightened ability to shield himself. He can be sensed but as considerably less than his age or power would measure.
The ability to amplify other vampire strengths for short periods of time.
Rank[/color]: This is for if you are a higher rank up in the group and have access to more powers.
Effect on Character[/color]: He is thankful for his abilities yet wishes for strength so that he could have true freedom of action. (These are just approximations until the vampire powers are done and posted here.)
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You Told Him To Lie To Me, Iris.
[/color][/font]You told him to bring his little stripper friend, so I'd die in peace. He's a fucking fairy and fucking coffin bait to boot.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]:Thedosia Ester Adams nee Blackington
Fathers Name[/color]:Linus Emory Adams
Siblings[/color]:Emeline Selah, Asahel Rufus, Abiel Zophar,Josiah Eli, Zebulon Theophilus, Hosea Eleazar, Abitha Pheobe Farrington nee Adams
Pets[/color]:
Overall History[/color]: Zachary was born to rather humble conventions to Adamses of Maine. He was the youngest of eight children, his two eldest siblings dying within the first years of their life as was still sadly common during the time. As his family did not own much land, His father being a career soldier it was with no small amount of expectation that all four of his male children would serve with distinction.
Unlike his brothers the fervor for battle and civil responsibility did not flag upon his fathers death. If anything it strengthened his resolve to serve. To young Zachariah it was the supreme testament to a man that he was willing to give his life in service to his country, fighting for his family.
It was with great shame that he watched as his two brothers closest in age to him instead sought their fortunes out West;. The shame proving to be so great that he snuck away during the fall of 1811 to enlist. He being large and strong for his age he was sufficiently able to pass muster.
A year later and due to several brevet promotions he found himself battling on the north western border of these United states. He had fallen in with a unit of rangers when his regiment had been routed and decimated by the British backed Indians. More bad luck was to follow as his unit was yet again routed save instead of by mortal forces by the hand of the supernatural. Being young in appearance as well as age to the vampire he was kept as slave/protector. It took several weeks to break him. However once broken in he was implacable in his duties. Often times going above and beyond what was expected by his master. He was given the gift of unlife shortly thereafter due to his valiance in defending his Masters resting body. The moment he was brought over the conditioning which had seemed so thorough slipped and he was able to think clearly. It took him the next sixty years to break free.
It took near divine intervention. His master had set himself up as lord of a burgeoning frontier town. Ruling with an iron fist. Zachary acted as his enforcer carrying out the most odious task with seeming relish. Each horrible act strengthening his resolve allowing him more freedom of thought. Zachary stored up this new found freedom hoping to become eventually strong enough to challenge this maker. These thoughts he of course kept to himself. It was not until His maker became besieged by another who sought his throne that Zachary was able to make his move. It was not the glorious battle of honor that Zachary had hoped. In fact it was through inaction that he earned his freedom. One evening soon after they had risen for the night his maker and Kissmates were set on by the opposing faction. Being one of the more martial members of the Kiss Zachary knew his arm would have made a difference in the conflagration. He instead chose that moment to vacate the premises. He watched from a neighboring hillock as his master met his death by fire screaming curses and attempting to summon Zachary forward into the blaze with him.
He regrets the manner in which he made his escape but has since put the matter to rest in his head.
Over the next century and a half Zachary traveled from one master to another across the great western states. Each more clueless than the last as to his true strength. Each insisting on a foreign and horrible level of fealty by him. While never outright defying a master of the realm Zachary has more than once found himself on the outside of one power struggle too many. He has ever yearned for peace yet due to his heretofore unwillingness to take another master in more than word has caused an extreme lack of just that peace.
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Is It Better To Outmonster The Monster or To Be Quietly Devoured?
[/color][/font]When you dance with the devil, you might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.[/center]
Nadine and Zachary arrived back at the estate a little before dawn. She'd cried all the way back to the estate. She hadn't wanted Zachary to see her at a weak point but Mac was a weakness for her. He always would be. She loved him...truly loved him with all her heart. She'd tried to be ok with the idea of him leaving her but she hadn't been. Now she may never get to tell him that.
Bane had thought about what Gates had said. If it would keep Nadine and the people she loved safe he was willing to try it. He just wanted her to understand that he was doing it to keep her safe. He also wondered where she had been the last two hours. He'd picked up on her emotions when her and Mia left and she's been upset. He was sitting by the fireplace when she arrived with Zachary. He immediately saw the tears and stood up.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Zachary shadowed Nadine into her abode. His eyes averted to give her the privacy of her thoughts if not the privacy of her space just yet. She'd left in the company of others but he was honor bound to see her safely home. The hour was late and this was the prime hour for retaliation of hunters. Retaliation simply because Vampires existed. Of course now the term would be murder but legalities rarely stopped the fanatical.
As they entered he felt before he saw the other vampire. Bane he believed was what a few servants he'd overheard call him. The name fit. He could easily see the man becoming the Bane of someones existence. he knew that the man was loyal to Nadine. Also he knew that he was all but in name her second in command.
None of that stopped him from having to fight the urge of placing himself between them. The urge was a hard one to shake. He felt no malice of intent from the man and that helped some but not much. Nadine had given him something none had the opportunity to change. The chance to be more than a black hand. For that if not even for her sterling personality he would forever hold her in the highest esteem.
Nadine found comfort in Zachary following her. She stopped when Bane spoke. She didn't go any closer to him. She'd forgot he could pick up on her emotions.
"Mac has been in an accident..." She didn't finish and just shook her head at him. She didn't know what to tell him.
Bane took a step toward her but she backed away. He stopped looked down then back at her. He hated that she felt she needed to take the step back.
"I'm sorry...I need to talk to you...It can wait." He said took a step back away from her.
Zachary inched closer as Nadine stepped back. It triggered that cold area of his mind where the dark thoughts swam. Nadine didn't want Bane closing the distance between them and by god and all his devils he would not. Bane was the older vampire between them yet Zachary was sure in his capabilities. It was more often that younger vampires such as he were underestimated. He was sure Bane was one of such like minded vamps.
It was an old habit to gauge other vampires and it was one he counted on in situations such as these. He would not act lest the vampire pushed the issue but he was wary.
"Would you have me leave Mistress," he asked just above a whisper his voice cold holding no warmth.
Nadine shook her head. Bane wouldn't hurt her, she believe that but old habits die hard. Nadine caught Zachary's movement and touched his hand.
"No, Bane won't hurt me." She said staring at Bane. She had a quick flash of the rape at Bane's hands then it was gone. The flash wasn't hers so it had to be Bane. [/ul]
Bane lowered his eyes then looked back at her.
"I'm sorry about Mac...I'll talk to you when you rise tomarrow...it cn wait." He dissappeared out the door and out in another area of the house. He knew what he needed to do but wasn't sure he could.
After Bane was gone, Nadine slipped into the chair by the fireplace. She thought about Mac and bitter tears sprang to her eyes. She loved him, really loved him and he didn't know because he was on death's door. She pulled her knees up to her cheast and hugged them.
"I don't know if I can do this." She said, refering to a life without Mac in it.
Zachary watched as Bane left. He remained silent falling into the silence of the moment. He remained far enough removed to allow Nadine her privacy. Yet his heart went out to her. A trick he didn't think was possible. He had been the bringer of despair and fear so often that he didn't think compassion yet lived in him. He wasn't sure how to proceed yet he found himself drawn to her.
Closing the distance his footsteps as quiet as death itself. He stood just behind her chair. Watching her moment Zachary felt the tug on his heart strings. It pained him to see Nadine lost to her grief. He knew he would do whatever he could to keep this pain from her. Resting his hand on her shoulder the warmth of the nights feeding and the fire making his and her skins warm to the touch. He had no words to convey how much in the span of a few short days how he looked to her. She was his mistress and by vampire law his life was hers to with as she chose. It was a strange turn for him to truly not care. to willing do any and all that she asked or wanted.
More than anything he just wanted her untouched by this pain he was impotent to remove from her. "He seems a strong man. A draught of your strength might be enough to give him the aid he needs to pull through this." Zachary felt the truth of his words as his hands warmed even more touching her as a bit of his strength flowed into her. he had never lent strength before and this was an interesting turn of events for him. He gave strength but didn't seem to be losing any himself. It was as if he were removing the dampers within her. He could feel the edge of her aura seem to grow past them. He was of a mind to remove his hand too break contact and yet he could not. What ever she needed at this time she would have of him.
