Oblivion 22

Could not resist any longer! I am joining! Name: Victor Graham Actual Age: 428 years old Age of Appearance: 19 years old Gender: Male Species: Vampire Real Appearance: The same as the human appearance, but the eyes change to this: Human Disguise: Abilities: Inhuman speed and strength. Highly sensitive senses of taste, touch, sight, hearing and smell. Job/Position: Performer Performance: Knife Juggling and Knife Throwing Bio: Victor Graham was a young man, growing up near the end of the 16th century in a small town on the outskirts of Venice. Occasionally visiting the magnificent city during the Renaissance Era, young Victor fell in love with everything around him. The paintings, the architecture, the people. The city itself breathed life into his body and he felt that it was his life's goal to do the same in return. After learning that he and his parents would eventually move to the grand city, Victor grew up to become a young man and studies hard for the sake of his dream of becoming an artist. Although he was not as talented as some of his other friends, he would still try his best in order to make himself a part of Venice itself. Upon reaching his 19th birthday in 1587 however, things started to take a turn for the dark. Reports in the city started escalating about kidnappings and disappearances and on one unfortunate night, Victor himself bore witness to something gruesome. While on his way home where a supposed surprise party was waiting for him, the young man was assaulted by a man shrouded in darkness with piercing red eyes and blood running from his lip. It soon became apparent to Victor that this was no ordinary man, this was in fact a Vampire. A blood sucking demon that now had him in it's grasp. In his last ditch effort to save his own life, Victor pushed himself and the Vampire into one of the many canals while he had already been pierced by the Vampire's fangs. The result ended in the Vampire disappearing into the night and Victor himself being found the next day presumably dead. Waking to find that he was a dead man and everyone around him had believed that he was now deceased, Victor ran from the city, vowing to return day and find the person responsible for his "death". Now, over four hundred years later, Victor travels with the Dark Woods Circus as one of it's oldest members as he seemingly volunteered with no explanation for why. His motives and general motivation has changed greatly since he became immortal, but none know what his true intentions may be. Fun facts: Even though he is a Vampire, he will not immediately burn to death in the Sun. However, prolonged exposure to UV Rays of light will cause his skin to burn and will require a considerable amount of time or blood for him to recover. Of course, as a Vampire Victor will require blood in order to survive but can go without it and remain sane for a week at the most. As his act is knife juggling, he will fuss over his knives and will not allow anyone else to touch them as he believes that the knife is a very delicate weapon that should only be handled by a master such as himself. But in the end, he's quite lazy and nonchalant about others. He's always friendly to the others in the circus so long as they don't pry into his long history lesson of a life. Themesong: ------------------------- Sorry, I think I got a little carried away with the bio.

Abaddon smiled to himself as he was basically skipping down the hallways of the institute while on his magnificent journey to enjoy his breakfast. While on the way, the teen was greeted by Dr. Kraus, a "person of interest" who always greeted him with the respect that he deserved. "Why thank you Sir Kraus! Your praise is always welcome!" Abaddon smiled brightly, almost appearing as a normal teenaged boy. However, before getting the chance to skip away as usual, someone had caught his attention. After talking to Abaddon for a brief moment, Dr. Klaus began talking to another boy, one that was new to the Prince. Overhearing the Dr's conversation with him, the blonde discovered that the new boy was named Dusty. Deducing that he would be joining himself and the other inmates of the institute and was also a male, he could only reach one conclusion; This Dusty character was going to be his new room mate. Casually sliding next to Dr Kraus and putting an arm around his shoulder, Abaddon gave Dusty a charming smile. "Why hello there Dusty! My name is Abaddon and it looks like I will be your new room mate. I see that you've been talking with my good friend Dr Kraus here about how you're joining this side of the facility. Trust me, it's much more fun than being alone in solitary! Been there, done that! You know how it goes. Hehe." Once again, Abaddon was playing the old "let's be friends" card which would later play into the "I will own your body and soul" card. Abaddon loved playing cards, especially with his "servants". If anyone was watching the teen as he was now, besides the Doctors and Nurses, then they would believe that the boy really had been cured. However, it was nothing more than a clever and deceptive ruse that Prince of Hell had mastered since his admission to the institute. "Come on~! Let me show you around! I promise I don't bite~! ... Much~" Abaddon could only giggle and cuckle as his facial expression had slightly given away his true intentions, looking more deranged than before as he began patting the good Doctor's shoulder.

Casually eating his ice cream, Azriel observed everyone as they interacted with each other, getting along and talking about the incident's that occurred earlier during the day. Feeling a little out of place and without anything to add to the conversation, Azriel stared out the window to see if there was anything worth looking at. Seeing the buildings and unique architecture of Fatefaire really emphasised that Azriel was no longer on the Forgotten Isles. The azure haired teen then began to think about what Ember said about their being no hugs on the Forgotten Isles. While he was sure that there were a lot of families on the Isles that received lots of love and compassion from their parents, Azriel was fairly certain that he was nothing more than another one of his father's science experiments. He had never known what it was like to be shown kindness until he'd seen how other children were treated while on one of the many errands Ienzo would send him on. Arzriel was unsure on whether or not he should feel jealous for the fact that he was not loved because he had no idea what it meant to be loved in the first place. The very concept remained in the realms of the unknown to him and he was sure that it would stay that way until he'd arrived at Fatefaire. But now he was delving into things he did not understand. What was friendship? What was he supposed to do under these circumstances? Turning back to the group as he slowly finished his ice cream, Azriel spoke with his calm and monotonous voice. "Is there anything else that we should see before I head back to the dormitory that I will be staying at? I'm grateful for you showing me around, but I don't want to be a burden if you have other things you need to do." Azriel looked down a little, remembering how Ienzo would treat him so harshly if he had ever done something wrong or not up to the standard at which he would have liked it. He would always be scolded if he were ever "in the way" or "wasting time". "... people always have other things they want to do."

Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. A constantly repeating sound that would drive anyone crazy if they had to put up with it. The only type of person that could possibly bare it would be someone who was already insane. Tapping his finger nails against the wall in the perfect sequence of four taps, the Prince of Hell himself was chuckling to the sound of the tapping while depraved thoughts of his past ran through his mind. "I wonder when I'l visit them again? This infernal mortal body, keeping me trapped here and halting my return to my kingdom of flames. It bores me, toying with these humans. They disappoint me endlessly with their petty desires and dreams. When in the end, they shall all share the same end." Abaddon's tapping suddenly ceased as the sound of his door unlocking stole away his attention. "Who goes there?! Have you finally come to release me from this prison?!" The door opened wider and a nervous looking Nurse with a clipboard entered the room. "Hello Mr El-... Uhh, your highness. I have come to give you a checkup on your current mental health." Abaddon sat up with a smile, crossing one leg over the other and propping his head up against his left arm. "Oh~? I suppose you may enter my presence if you are to give me such a formal greeting." The Nurse entered the room, pulling in a chair, sitting in front of the self proclaimed Prince as she clicked her pen. "Okay then, we'll start with some questions. What is your name and age?" "My name is Abaddon, The Prince of Hell and otherwise known as "The Destroyer", and I am 3.2 billion years old. But I must admit, I barely look a day over 2 billion." "I see... What are your hobbies?" "Ruling over mankind from my father's Palace in hell." "Your father?" "Yes, Lord Satan. Previously known as the Light Bringer, Lucifer." "O-Of course... I understand that you'll be receiving a new room mate today. How are you feeling?" Abaddon's facial expression sunk into boredom with his eyes looking like they were struggling to stay open. "I believe it's a waste of my time and an invasion of my royal privacy, but I guess that while I am trapped in this body then I may as well try and live like a human. Even if I am not one. As for the kid himself, I couldn't care less." "Very well... Would you like to make any comments on the last Nurse who visited you? I have a report here saying that she received multiple stab wounds from stolen cutlery knives." The blonde's eyes shifted once again, this time to an intimidating glare that sent shiver's down the Nurse's spine. "Are you accusing me of something, woman?!" "N-No! Of course not. I'll be taking my leave now. You're free to join the others in the lounge for the day. Good bye." The Nurse hurried out of the room and shut the door, leaving it unlocked for whenever Abaddon would like to leave. The Prince sighed as he stood up and stretched his arms, getting dressed in the striped shirt and black trousers. "At least these humans were grateful enough to give me clothes I enjoy wearing..." Readjusting the crown on his head, the psychotic teen stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of his room without a care in the world.

Its like a blockade of posts just waiting to be unleashed.

... I was waiting for Emerald to post, but I guess I can post now in a minute.

Sounds like a cool idea.

Yeah, I'm pretty much ready to go too.

As Azriel was resting back against the wall, Dexter went ahead and bought the ice cream bars that he had mentioned. Looking between Dex and Fiona, Azriel slowly started to feel welcome in Fatefaire. That was when everyone was suddenly interrupted by a duo of black haired teens with one of them tackling Dexter to the ground. Azriel was somewhat off guard with this outlandish behaviour and even his facial expression, which usually rested on default mode, was now filled with an expression of confusion and general dumbfoundedness. The girl who had "attacked" Dexter and held her out welcomingly introduced herself as Ember. With the ice cream he'd received from Dex in one hand, Azriel shook Ember's hand with his spare while trying to regain his composure. "My name is Azriel Nyx. Nice to meet you." Azriel's gaze then drifted over to Somrene, Ember's "gloomy" twin. While he did appear to be much more reserved than Ember, Azriel felt that there was something ominous about him that reminded the azure haired teen of himself. "Darkness..." Not even a whisper, Azriel muttered to himself as he locked eyes with Somrene. Realising that he was being weird, he quickly turned his attention away from the male Valentine and redirected his gaze to Ember. "Dexter and Fiona agreed to show me around the town. I decided it would be best to accompany them in order to avoid the larger crowds of students that were being swept up together back at the pier." Biting into his ice cream, the boy stopped for a few seconds and stared at the bar of blue ice. His voice remained as monotonous as a robot's but at least he began to look like he was enjoying himself, even if only a little. "... It tastes good..."

Azriel followed Dexter and Fiona to the ice cream shop. Since leaving the docks, everything had become much quieter, largely due the fact that half the town was probably still standing around at the boat. The peace and quiet were things that Azriel liked the sound of, despite the fact that he was still striving for more power. It was also fun for the blue haired teen to watch his new acquaintances flirt with each other endlessly as they argued over who would pay for the ice cream. Keeping quiet, Azriel simply followed as he looked down in thought. Was this what it was like to have friends? He was unsure as he'd never had any before. But, if this was what it would be like, then it wouldn't be so bad to hang out everyday the boy thought. However, like the rest of his thoughts, they always took down turn. If he wasn't open enough, would they think he was being conceited? If he didn't empathise enough, would he be thought of as someone who didn't care about those around him? While these ideas birthed from Azriel's mind, he was always sure to blame it all on his Grimoire. The dark source of his own magic had seemed to develop a mind of its own over the past couple of years and Azriel would blame it on anything bad that would happen to him. Even if the Grimoire hadn't thought up the pessimistic idea, Azriel would still blame it ruthlessly. Noticing that Fiona was holding the door open for himself and Dexter, Azriel continued into the shop and looked around while making sure to thank Fiona briefly at the same time. On their way over, Azriel had heard them mention something about Sea-Salt ice cream. This was a flavour he'd only heard stories about, not even knowing if it was actually real. "I do not know if they made sea-salt ice cream over on the Forgotten Isles. My father... He didn't like it when I swayed from the diet he set for me. So, this will be my first time trying it." Placing his bags down on the ground next to him, Azriel then leaned back against a wall and awaited one of the two of his new "friends" to bring him an ice cream.

Is that a challenge?

Not yet.

Who said anything about dating? Servants for the win!

Never underestimate the Crowned Prince of Hell.

Yes, but knowing Kyle, he'll want all the girls.

There's 6 girls and 2 guys. So if I worked this out correctly... It should be 3 girls each, right?

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FEMALES?!!! 0_0

Okay~... If you say so.

Also, I don't think I've seen the children of Vincent and Yuffie this entire RP.

Best teacher.

Looking back between Fiona and Dexter as they tried to calm the boy down, Azriel hesitated for a few seconds before his hand slowly slipped off the handle of his sword. Almost lifelessly, his arms dug themselves back into the pockets of his trousers and his hair lapped in front of his eyes once again. "Alright... I'll stay with you guys for now. Sorry for putting you on edge. I have... Problems at home." And with that brief and completely unexplained explanation, Azriel quickly changed the topic at hand to one he felt more comfortable with. However, he still looked just as unmotivated as before. "So, you mentioned somewhere to get ice cream? Is there something special about it? Because I thought that you could get ice cream anywhere." Azriel looked back at the crowds and saw how everyone was being directed towards the cars that would take them to the school and the dorms that they would be staying at. Azriel's eyes narrowed in disappointment as seemingly all of the children followed orders and did as they were told. This wasn't the freedom he'd imagined getting once leaving the Forgotten Isles. Instead, he and the others were treated like criminals for crimes that their parents committed, being moved from one prison to another. In Azriel's opinion, the girl who'd thrown the rock embodied the true desires of what the people of Fatefaire wanted. Sure, not all of the people, but a grand majority for certain. Dexter and Fiona seemed nice enough, but even Azriel knew that he wouldn't truly be treated exactly the same as everyone else. Not as an object of hatred, but simply shoved to one side for being different. The teen held his head in pain as these thoughts of betrayal slowly overwhelmed his mind. It would only take one incident of the darkness heart taking him over and then he would never be trusted again. But, even if the problems he had weighed as much as the weight of the world, Azriel was capable of hiding it without a single trace of anything wrong. He even contemplated whether or not he even had emotions. Maybe he truly was "heartless". Choosing to only sigh and walk away from the crowds while hoping Dexter and Fiona would follow afterwards, the boy stared up at the blue sky that seemed vastly different to the usually cloudy and gloomy sky of the Forgotten Isles. "The two of you are lucky to be surrounded by so much light here... It's a little..." Azriel trailed off into his own thoughts again, feeling pitiful about his dark upbringing. He then sighed and looked back at his new "friends". "Never mind... You two lead the way." (By the way, I'm pretty sure Mystics meant "Haunt" as in the noun that describes somewhere you go to often. It's like a hang-out spot. Maybe you can just play it off as Dex being uneducated in the English Language. )

Sure.

So~... Bored~...

With all of these female characters around and just my one male character, it looks like I'm finally going to get my own harem. I like this idea.

Well, this looks interesting. It's been a while since I RPed as someone who was batsh!t crazy. Name: Kyle Elric / The Prince of Hell, Abaddon Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Illness: Schizophrenia. Delusions of Grandeur. Type 1 Bipolar disorder. Personality: Once known as Kyle, Abaddon has completely forgotten about the weak person he once was and now believes is now the Crowned Prince of Hell. Usually, Abaddon is arrogant and taunting to the point that he belittles everyone who approaches him as trash. He goes to the ends of the Earth to emphasise how he is the greatest thing Humanity will ever amount to and obliterates the confidence of anyone who dares to say otherwise. However, under certain conditions, such as someone taking the Crown resting on his head, Abaddon's personality will completely fall into an endless rage where he will do anything to reclaim what is rightfully his. He will also enter a frenzy if anyone even dares to refer to him by his real name. Bio: At 6 years old, Kyle Elric always knew that he was different from everyone else. The beatings from his abusive parents who wanted a girl. The intense bullying he received from his class mates for being poor. The arrogant sneers of those who were considered wealthy and fortunate. It was here that Kyle had realised within himself that his life was not worth living. With his parents finally getting a daughter, after a few years of trying again, Kyle was now completely closed off from his parents, still being treated as if he were an animal for the simplest of things like wanting a little more food or some decent clothes to wear to school. Everything continued to spiral down into a pit of despair until it drove Kyle to thoughts of suicide at only the age of 7. However, when he tried to kill himself, the boy could only cry as deep down, he still wanted to live. On that day, something awoke within Kyle's mind. An idea. Feeling that his entire being had been destroyed, Kyle then emerged as a Destroyer himself. It took little effort for him to kill his parents. The thought had plagued him for years, but now he was embracing it. Charged with the murder of both his parents and a few other children who'd looked down on him, "Abaddon" was immediately placed into the Coldridge Asylum, becoming one of the youngest inmates in the institutes history. The more that time passed, the less of the person known as Kyle Elric could be found, with his personality now being completely transformed into that of Abaddon, the self-proclaimed Prince of Hell. As he entered his teen years, Abaddon began to warrant things in order to pass the time. He would argue that a Prince required a Crown in order to be respected and threw a fits for at least four months on end before his request was accepted. Receiving a Crown that still rests on his head to this day, the 17 year old "boy" sits on his imaginary throne of royalty, clad in clothes fit for a Prince of Darkness and Destruction as he hopes to one day open the eyes of Humanity to his sublime presence in the world. Split Personality? Pshhh!! Fully delusionsional with no sign of regaining ones sanity sounds much better.