Post by Aleks Schtauffen on Aug 6, 2008 11:16:46 GMT -6
there's those eyes again
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Another dream that will never come true
Just to compliment your sorrow
Another life that I've taken from you
A gift to add on to your pain and suffering
Another truth you can never believe
Has crippled you completely
All the cries you're beginning to hear
Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening
Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray
one hundred bodies fill this
[/i][/color] room[/b][/color][/font][/center]name « what would you like us to call you? Blake
age «[/color] optional though smiled upon 19
experience «[/color] how long have you been rping? 9 years.
other characters «[/color] any other characters on this board? No.
contact «[/color] how can we contact you? My AIM name is Cliche Sociopath
how'd you find us? «[/color] GoogleSIZE][/color]
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you won't even know i'm
[/i][/color] gone[/b][/color][/font][/center]character's full name «[/color] Aleksandr Josef Schtauffen
Shorts «[/color] Sparrow, Teuton, A.J., Templar.
Age «[/color] 25
Birthday «[/color] August, 9th
Sexuality «[/color] Bisexual
Alliance «[/color] Chaotic Good
Position «[/color] Black Ops WatcherSIZE]
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roses, roses cold
[/b][/color][/font][/center]Eyes «[/color] Brown.
Hair «[/color] Blonde.
Height «[/color] 5'10".
Weight «[/color] 170lbs .
Tall, wirey, and known for his occasionally shaggy, semi-long blonde hair and wicked smirk our boy is tattooless, piercingless, and ALMOST scarless! Almost by proxy of the fact that he has a rather nasty scar running from mid abdomen to his waist line that ALMOST looks like a surgical scar rather than when a vampire by the name of "The Mortician" got a hold of him and decided to play Doctor. «[/color] easy.
Play-By «[/color] Anthony Cloud
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turn around reds and whites
[/i][/color] again[/b][/color][/font][/center]Likes «[/color]
Smoking Marlboro reds, drinking watermelon flavored Smirnoff, Black Cherry-flavored warheads, fencing, collecting firearms, practicing Krav Maga, watching UFC for laughs, watching comedy movies, watching action flicks, pitbulls, old muscle cars, motorcycles, An actually decent fight, playing billiards, throwing darts, throwing knives, red-headed women, blonde haired women, brunettes, women in general, mischief, his job, liquor, gambling.
Dislikes «[/color]
His father, stuck up people, black-tie affairs, wine, researching, paperwork, laying around, having broken bones, being idle, listening to people whine, his older brothers, priests, the vatican, metrosexual men, damsels-in-distress, gun-control advocates.
Strengths «[/color] Knowledge of the occult, extensive weapons training, incredible stamina, high pain tolerance, quick reflexes.
Weaknesses «[/color] Tends to get intoxicated, heavy smoker, prone to losing his temper, has anti-social tendencies, also has PTSD.
Fears «[/color] His father, being around other people for extended periods of time.
Habits «[/color] Smoking cigarettes, drinking beer(Predominantly smirnoff), drinking liquor(Predominantlly absinthe), scratching his neck when nervous, bouncing his leg when sitting for extended periods of time.
Goals «[/color] Proving his father wrong.
Lock Box «[/color] He has a son who's half demon, or had rather. The boy died in childbirth with his mother. He actually isn't as 'bad' as he acts.
Overall Personality «[/color] Ever know a guy so smug and arrogant it absolutely makes you sick to your stomach at the fact he actually believes that he *is* the best there ever was. Guess what? That's Aleks! Or at least, that's the Aleks he wants people to see on the outside, that's the Aleks he wants people to see so he can be left the hell alone.
Deep down, he's not half the brave, steely-eyed sociopathic, anti-hero he tries to act like, oh no! Deep down, there's actually a decent damned human being beneath all the cocky-attitude and swagger that he walks around with, he's not really the piss-and-vinegar person he portrays himself as. Deep down? He's actually broken.
You don't grow up as fast as he did and retain your normality, the man isn't a Black Ops watcher without having sacrificed some parts of himself to get to that skill level, he doesn't trust easy and really doesn't let anyone in. He views the world as, a character from Scrubs said, full of bastard-coated-bastards-with-bastard-filling! However, when on a team-based mission this young man has no problem about jumping infront of a bullet for a teammate or even giving his own life.
...And if he does get close to a person and that person is hurt? Not even a slayer's fury is as intense as his.
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[/i][/color] with shoelace[/b][/color][/font][/center]Father «[/color] Heinrich Schtauffen - Hunter for the Vatican.
Mother «[/color] Jenna Schtauffen - Watcher. (Deceased)
Siblings « Viktor Schtauffen - Hunter for the Vatican, Hector Schtauffen - Hunter for the Vatican[/color]
Hometown «[/color] Rome, Italy
Heritage «[/color] German and Irish
Other «[/color] any other relatives? His mother's father. Sir Sean Cole Williams the First.
Best Memory «[/color] Graduating the Watcher's Academy.SIZE]
Worst Memory «[/color] Getting tortured by The Mortician
Overall History «[/color] Parented by two opposite ends of the same spectrum, life was never easy for the young man "Of Noble Birth" who descended not only from a prominent Watcher Family but also from a VERY prominent hunting family employed by the Vatican. Oh, how amusing it was for the trouble maker to actually snub his often angered father's offer to join the Schtauffen side of things and go to the council.
If only life worked out so damned easily! No, because soon after his decision? His mother became 'mysteriously' ill and died. The young man wasn't even admitted into the funeral! He'd never forgive his father for that slight, he'd never forgive himself for really and truly allowing the slight to happen. Albeit, when one got down to brass tacks it couldn't be viewed as the young hunter's fault but rather the machinations of his bastard father come to fruition. Regardless of this fact, he stayed in the council under the guardianship of his mother's father, a man who not even his father truly dared to cross.
It was with this profound sponsorship by such a prominent watcher that he excelled in his studies and by the time he was old enough? Was easily accepted into the ranks of the profilic black-ops watchers and doing operations that slayers usually didn't even do. It was during this time that he met with a rather...evil demon by the name of the 'Mortician'. He managed to capture the young watch in Bogota, Columbia and work his sick mojo. It was three days before his unit found him, and when they found him? He was broken, battered, bloody, and almost destroyed mentally and emotionally..It took him two years to make a "full recovery" from the event but he lived through it none the less.
Since the destruction of the council however, well...The young man has been trying to reestablish contact due to the fact he was off on a mission in Asia during the entire time of the event..Now? Now he's trying to find them and take back his job as one of the instruments of the council's wrath.
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oh yeah, you can't blame him for trying
[/b][/color][/font][/center]Member Title «[/color] Watcher, Black Ops
Roleplay Example «[/color]
SSHK-SSHK! The sound of that Benelli M-4 being cocked echoed throughout the ominous silence of the long-since abandoned warehouse in the French Quarter's area of docks. The large firearm was aimed from the shoulder, Aleks always chose to shoot from the shoulder when he thought it was going to be one on one. Shooting from the hips came in a passionate fight, he wasn't in the mood for passion tonight, he wanted to kill the damned vampire and go home.
He'd loaded his shotgun with a "dragon round", a shotgun shell that didn't fire out projectiles but rather a super-heated burst of flame meant to clear out areas of jungle back in the Vietnam War era, it was a perfect tool for eliminating vampires in his own, personal opinion. What, with their whole aversion to fire and their extreme flammability, it was a favorite of his! The pump shotgun's muzzle was kept at level, one eye staring down the barrel and through the 'iron sights', a method of aiming that never lied.
He constantly kept the butt of the gun tucked hard into his shoulder and his left hand at the grip with his right hand on the pistol grip and trigger. His steps were silent, quiet as a predatorial cat's despite being clad in the thick, leather boots he was absolutely in love with at times. Those chocolate brown eyes of his were almost squinted as he kept his legs bent at the knees, poised for action.
That vampire better of eaten his damned wheaties, Aleks had his gameface on tonight.
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