Post by DE SADE on Aug 15, 2012 21:40:06 GMT -5
Alphonse de Sade
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I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, i gave you more then you can drink and it was never been enough, I gave you Blood! Blood! BLOOD! Cause I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.
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]
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: 272 years of age, but looks 19ish
Sexual Orientation[/color]:Bi-sexual
Ethnicity[/color]:French
Member Group[/color]: Vampire{Belle Morte Line}
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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]: Black as Midnight, and straight as well. It flows down past his shoulders.
Height & Weight[/color]: Slender beyond the usual. He is approximately 5.9 and weighing in at 120lbs
Body Type[/color]:Slender and willowy
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Alphonse defines the word vampire. he looks the part. So pale, and with such angular features, androgynous, and yet masculine in manner.
Face Claim[/color]:Van Burnham
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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]
- Bondage
- Inflicting Pain
- Receiving Pain
- Philosophy
- Horror Movies
- Gothic clothing
- Classical music
- Blood
- Slaves
- Cuddling
Dislikes[/color]:
- Failure
- Unhappiness
- Jealousy
- The Sun
- Cell Phones
- Impudence
- Negativity
- Intolerance
- Country Music
- Being Hungry
Strength[/color]:
- Ruthless
- Survivor
- Manipulative
Weaknesses[/color]:
- Strong Women
- Weak men
Fears[/color]:
- Belle Morte
- Dying
- The Sun
Secrets[/color]:
- He is jealous of the men Belle Morte was with before him.
- He spent much of his early life in asylums.
- He may be a bit crazier then he pretends to be.
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
- He likes menthol cigarettes
- He hates cloves
- He loves playing dress up
- He prefers to drink the blood of Swanmanes
- He is a Sadomasochist
- The color pink irritates him
- He thinks New Orleans is he most beautiful place in the world.
Overall Personality[/color]: De Sade. He's an oddball. But still a survivor. He can be considered aloof. not many people know much about him. he's always the last to arrive and the first to leave. He hates to be told what to do and since he is a little crazy he usually manages to get away with whatever it is that he wants. De Sade is complicated. It's hard to get inside of his defenses. And he certainly doesn't trust easily. Love. Well he loves love. but he has never been in love. He manipulates people without even thinking about it. that's just who he is. But more then anything he is a survivor and however ruthless he needs to be, well, that's how ruthless he is.
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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]
- Basic Vampire powers - enhanced speed, strength, dexterity, and reflexes, immortality, and the ability to roll people with his gaze.
- Ardeur - De Sade has the ability to feed on pain and pleasure for power. His particular brand of the ardeur allows him to inflict others with Pain or pleasure by concentrating on them as well as instigate a craving for either or both in his victims. He can feed on plain sex but there has to be some element of pain or pleasure to it. If he does not feed the Ardeur he will slowly grow weaker and weaker until he is unable to use his other abilities. By touching a person he can give them either the Amazing Pleasure they have ever experienced or the most terrible pain. The pain/pleasure doesn't physically harm them in any way. It is not truly real but it is a very unique aspect of his power.
- Animal to Call - Swans. De Sade can call swans and control them. He may also call Swanmanes who are not kings or queens, and he may make a swanmane his Animal Servant though he has not done so yet.
- Human Servant - De Sade has the ability to create a Human servant though he has not done so.
- Mass Hypnosis - De Sade has the ability to be spell a crowd with his voice and his presence. he has grown surprisingly good with this ability and likes to use this ability to make people do and feel things that they never would.
- Aura Cutting - De Sade can use a person's aura to cut them. This ability only works on people who have an aura. Normal humans are unaffected. Also other vampires with Aura cutting can prevent him from doing it.
Rank[/color]: Would be Motc
Effect on Character[/color]:
It is almost unnecessary to say that De Sade has a bit of a long running cruel streak in him that he hardly tries to hide. His ability to instill a liking for pain and then cut people from afar makes it hard to control himself. Still he doesn't enjoy hurting people that are scared. He doesn't get as much pleasure out of frightening someone as Morte de Amour does.
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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]:Marie-Eléonore de Maillé de Carman
Fathers Name[/color]:Comte Jean-Baptiste François Joseph de Sade
Siblings[/color]:N/A
Pets[/color]:N/A
Overall History[/color]:
The Marquee de Sade. Born in France in June of 1740 he was the only born child of Comte Jean-Baptiste François Joseph de Sade and his wife Marie-Eléonore de Maillé de Carman, cousin and Lady-in-waiting to the Princess of Condé of France. The first 23 years of his life were his own. he was raised by his uncle and educated to his liking. In childhood he had a flare for poetry and wooing low born girls. By his teenage years he decided to devote himself to his country.
He pursued a Military career and became Colonel of a Dragoon regiment, and fighting in the Seven Years' War. Upon his return he pursued a girl as his wife but was rejected by her father. Instead he was forced to marry her older sister. Renée-Pélagie de Montreuil. He did not love her but they became friends and even had children together. It was she that introduced him to The Beautiful Death. Belle Morte claimed him and he had no will to refuse her.
She chose him for his beauty and his strange eye color. He was turned and he received the Arduer from her. His particular brand of the Arduer made him a slave to his urge for pain and pleasure. However he didn't give up his position as the Marquee. Instead he used makeup and fashions along with a skill for disguise to make himself seem older throughout the years. However his uncontrollable enslavement to the Arduer had him spend much more time then he liked in Mental institutions.
He spent most of his 'life' acting up though he never divulged his vampire nature despite his morbidity, and his whoring about. Belle Morte eventually tired of him and his constant philosophical deferring. She allowed him to leave her service once he was strong enough and by then he was more then willing to go. He traveled at first. Killing his previous persona and making certain that noone messed with his body while he pretended to be dead. Eventually he found his way to America and then even farther to New Orleans. A mecca for the undead as far as he was concerned. He loved the city. it had all the touches of Paris but it was infinity darker, more nostalgic to him then even France was at this point. A den of sin his for the taking. And he plans to.
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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]
Sadi opened eyes the color of sunset swirls, His breathing had stopped and he hadn't even realized it as he saw the sheer number of people surrounding him on the musky side streets of Venice. If only the wall were less close, Curling it's harshness at his back even as his hands without pause ne'r stopped playing the notes on the simple redwood violin with a passion that excelled the most skilled of string instrument masters. He shook his head as the faces of the venicians lingered close but it was the pulses in their smiling necks that seemed to jump out at him, and sounded in his ears like the beating of a hundred drums over and over, The Thumps even in their insistence couldn't throw off his rhythm as he closed his sunset colored eyes and played on with the succulent sound of Le Swan de Deveraux. His tempo jumped to the beating blood that lingered in the veins of his compatriot listeners. It became quick enraptureing and overly Sorrowful. Truly it had to be the most skillful playing of the song since Chekoffski, But to be honest in the thoughts of one that could understand the art of Music, Chekoff was always missing something in his playing, And that something was the breathtaking and little known to Everyone that heard it, Metaphysical Saddness that was overwhelming in its potency and odd suddenness. Tears came to the eyes of the Venician women that watched and their sallow and sullen faced young men staired in awe, But it was the elderly couple that stared at the sadistic raven haired violinist in pure unadulterated guilt, because they understood in his playing that their fifty years of marital bliss was exactly what this song conveyed the terrible sequenceing loss off. The void that choked and scratched at the Dark haired musician as he parted sunset iris's and black duel lashed and parted his lips, before finally, after minutes of airless existence, he finally took a breath. Long ragged and rasped.
Sadi stared at the nothingness of the nightsky, not at the mourning faces or the passionate want for embrace they all felt, He ended the song abruptly with swift retardando followed by an aching silence and the lessening of the saddnss that seemed like a cape to always surround and enfold him. The audience erupted in applause, crying for an encore and dropping money in the opened Violin case made of sweet handcrafted black leather, But the raven haired youth shook his head giving a sad half smile and in an unaccented voice he said his thanks and bent to pick up the case as the crowd departed. He raised his vision as he set the Violin down in the soft red velvet of the case to stare at the last strangler before his vision rose to the woman that stood there watching him. He froze and felt what little blood in his veins freeze with him as his sunset honey and blue meshed eyes, dilate. Sadi wondered to himself if the Mother of all Darkness was standing here before him, Had she awoken? Was she here to destroy him for his knowledge of the council and of herself? Would she bother with such a petty and lesser creature as himself? He went the stillness of the true dead, The stillness of the extremely old vampires, marking him as such. He was a statue of flesh crouching at his caseing and stareing open eyed at the lace gowned creature. His breathing had stopped, and if he could have gone any paler he would have.
He stared in blank contemplation of her for more than a moment as he felt his dignity shrinking. If she had come to kill him, he doubted she would come in the center of the streets, Though he did not doubt for a moment that if she wanted the mother of all darkness could roll every person arround them and then tear his head off and not a one would blink. He parted his lips as he rose to his feet breaking the stillness that had taken over his body, before speaking back in unaccented Italian,"N. .Non c'è nulla si possa fare non è stato già fatto." He closed the Violin case and let it rest on his shoulder as he stayed against the wall. He stared at her with those odd completely unatural eyes before parting his lips once more, and speaking in soft accented english, showing only the slightest ammount of fang as he spoke, though it was hard to tell if it were on purpose or not,"I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night." His eyes glimmered once more over her lithe and clad form as he swallowed harshly despite the fact that he didn't need to and closed his lace lush eyelashes in contemplation for a moment. It was obvious that he knew what she was, But even more so it was obvious that his fearlessness was encloaked in the swollen plethora of Sorrow that coated and protected him from her as he waited in silence for her to decide just what she would do.
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