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The ArchAngel Lehre/3rd Bounto
Posts : 2 Join date : 2009-07-24
| Subject: Shall We Dance? Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:32 pm | |
| Name: Raphael Visual Age: 26 Real Age: 3800 Gender: Male Race: Bountou [Legendary if Possible] Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Appearance: - Spoiler:
A formal Black suit, worn over a very Maroonish red shirt. A rose neatly tucked in, on the left side, near the collar. Black Pants, that prove to be a part of a set along with the suit, all worn casually. He stands at a fair 6"1, with an athletic built and a handsome face. He carries a devilish innocence on him, his deep, black eyes being one of the more noticeable features along with his Black hair, that remains slightly messed up, giving him a rough, masculine edge. So to say, he is quite smexy and hot, and seemingly gives of an aura that makes you want to fear him. Personality: Wisdom has nothing to do with age. Thats the impression people get when they first talk with Raphael, who looks not more than 26, and one without prior knowledge, would barely be able to tell. A very youth oriented man. Calm, yet fun to be with. A big flirt, and somehow, carries this disposition, that anyone with even the faintest idea of good and evil would be vary of him, and yet, animals tend to love him, while they would normally hate someone with a devilish expression like his. He doesn't take sides, he just acts on his own accord, sometimes going out of his way, just to have some fun, and sometimes, not even lifting a finger to help even a close friend. To be perfectly honest, he doesn't act good, or bad. He simply acts like he wants to, and thats about it. He carries neither hatred, nor remorse with him. He is merciless and sometimes to the point of being cruel. At the same time, he can be just as polite and funny, often being the life of the party. He is gifted with a good mind, being able to see reason quite easily. He has a very strong logic and deductive reasoning, and he is fairly well skilled in Computer Sciences, being a very skilled Hacker. So, to put it in a few words, he is Calm, cool, a big flirt, polite, funny, merciless, cynical, skeptic, Devlish and sometimes, quite cold. History: In a small town, in the southern parts of the Kingdom of Two Sicilies, a boy was born. The land was enjoying an era of piece, some time before the revolution that led to the unification of Italy. The boy was lucky enough, to be born to a Semi-Aristocratic family, an Italian father and a Japanese Mother[Migrated]. He enjoyed wealth, and was taught some of the finer skills in life, though the confinement of being born in a place as such always plagued him. To be confined by the rules of society, was worse than being a peasant in those times. There was studies and then there were etiquettes and he wasn't even allowed to move out of the house without permission from his parents who were always many miles away on a business or a social affair. A young boy, being forced to stay indoors. As expected, he developed a rebellious attitude. His childhood, was by and large spent in his parents trying to get him to calm down, through many different methods. Nothing seemed to work, for the restless boy, so they simply gave up. Years later, almost 12, he graduated, form one of the more prestigious universities of the time, that focussed on science. Prestigious, and very controvertial. Infact, they taught science only as a secondary subject. They were taught languages and religion and art as the main subjects. But for the 'special' group of students that were open minded enough, they had special lessons on science. Raphael was luckily one of those students. Once he graduated from school, he decided to start his own business, but it wasn't possible. Italia was on the verge of a revolution. Inspired by the ideals of Giuseppe Mazzini, Raphael became a Carbonari. He was one of the few to actually have met Mazzini and Garibaldi, not to mention Victor Emanuel II, who would later become the king of United Italy. Raphael though, after the Piedmont incident was sent into exile, but he never stopped working for them. He worked as a part of the press, gaining popular support for the the many Secret Clubs founded by Mazzini. But it was of no use. No matter how many men they gathered, the result was the same. It started to seem hopeless. The disappointed and Dismayed Raphael decided to back down for sometime, till another revolutionary surge began within the country. During this time, he realized that he was a bit different from his fellow humans. He realized, that he could see the dead. It was a bit shocking at first, but he was soon able to absorb the initial shock, though it changed him a bit. He became more cautious, one can say. After many years, he realized another thing about him. He realized, that he didn't age after 26 or 28. Apparently, his body came to a complete stand still at that point. Obviously, he couldn't return to the Country from which he was exiled almost 10 years ago, looking like he had barely aged. Therefore, instead of contacting the Carbonari, he became a part of the army where he fought for Italia's Freedom, and learnt many things that would come in handy later in his life. After many years of war, finally Italy was united under Victor E. II. Raphael, knowing that he would not find a place among the living, being as he was, decided to become a drifter. He just went from place to place, wandering aimlessly, as he had no goal anymore, now that Italy Was Unified. He would go from city to city, making love to women, and then leaving the next day. He was quite a play boy. Time passed and Industrial Revolution in Europe began. He, with his excellent knowledge base became one of the higher ups in a wealthy company of Britain. He became quite rich during the process. He saved up mostly all of that money and some years later, left. He couldn't stay there for long, and let them realize that he didn't age. He bought a house on the country side, and lived a lonesome and peaceful life there. As time passed, he met up with some of his other bount brethren, that taught him everything he needed to know about the world. One in particular was quite helpful, though the name escapes him now. He does remember that one Bounts name. That was the bount, that helped him attain his doll, and taught him some stuff about how to control the doll and use its power. As a final gift, before departing, he helped him one last time by creating a special "Doll Seal" on his body. This helped him greatly as he trained to gain better control over his doll. Again, time passed and he read up on science and the upcoming developments in the world. He moved back to Italy, Rome and became a big business man there, owner of a company called "Genesis". They company became quite big, but no one really knew who the owner was. It was kept a secret due to his special condition. Apparently, they kept a hiring a new Managing Director every now and then, so that it appeared that the company kept on hiring a new MD every now and then, while actually, those people were nothing but figureheads to try and hide who the real man behind the company was. He also made sure to not let the company grow too big, so as to avoid suspicion. In the Economic sphere, Genesis was among the top 50, and as the time passed, he became Filthy Rich. He amassed enough money, that he would never really need to work ever again. It was somewhere around this time that the bount incident happened. He knew it was in his best interest to avoid all of this, and that he did. The pendulum swung again. Many years had passed, and Genesis was no more. Raphael, then lived in a place called Karakura town. Time had taught him many things and he was a different person all together, though still filthy rich. He had come to Karakura once he had heard about the existence of the Bounts, from a Hollow that idiotically told him about their location, boasting of having killed one, though it was a complete lie. He without problem, had destroyed the Hollow, that happened to be an Adjhucas. With the passage of time, his strength which was already formidable increased further, making him a part of the 11 Bounts that were considered to be the Legendary Bounts. [I had no idea how to end this, so yah... the ending is shit] | |
| | | The ArchAngel Lehre/3rd Bounto
Posts : 2 Join date : 2009-07-24
| Subject: Re: Shall We Dance? Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:33 pm | |
| RP Sample: - Spoiler:
Sunlight entered the room through the small gap between the two curtains, which was annoying to wake up to a sudden flash, rather than to the face of the young lady that lay next to him her arm curled around his waist. The woman slept on her stomach, her naked back completely exposed as the blanket was suddenly thrown up, from around him. He pushed back up against the cushions, reaching for the bottle of water on the bedside table. Running a hand through his hair, he looked back at the events of the night; another rapture. It meant nothing to him, though the girl would probably remember it for a long time. It was so interesting to see how rum would turn even the most honorable humans into nothing more than filthy sluts and pimps. That liquid certainly did help him out, to see the true face of humanity. With a quick twist of his wrists, the cap was taken off and tossed to the side as he drank the water inside, now completely awake. Without even the slightest of sounds, he slid out of the very soft bed which contained the girl, who was probably an heiress of some kind. The daughter of some rich business man, or so he guessed from the two minutes of conversation they had from the lobby to the room. He moved towards the bathroom, scratching the back of his head while he slid the door open, quietly and stepped inside. Turning on the shower, he stepped below the spray of water for a quick bath, which consisted only of a little shampoo for his hair, the foams from which served as a cleaner for the rest of his body as well. The water stopped and he stepped out from below the shower. Putting on his underwear and drying himself with the towel; he walked out back into the Bedroom the towel still around his neck. He threw towel on the bed as a something for the girl to cherish; most likely the man who gave her what was probably the greatest sex of her life. Casually walking over to the sofa, he reached for his black pants. Grabbing them from one of the legs, he pulled them towards him only to have his Blackberry slide out from where it rested in his pocket. Good thing to, since he finally noticed the device which had been flashing and vibrating for the past hour. His knees bent and his hands on the floor, he moved towards it, on all fours. The words "Cruise Line" kept flashing up on the wide screen of the Black Mobile, under the bold heading of "Events". Snatching it from where it had fallen, he turned around to rest his back against the Sofa while he pressed the top left key. The command he input granted him access to the few lines he had added the week before. "Move your ass to the Cruise. Invitation in the car, bottom of drivers’ seat" it read. The sound of himself planting his hand on his head became apparent to his ears as he cussed in a low voice. Getting up, he put his pants over his undergarment and with a similar speed; he threw on his velvet shirt and the black suit. With buttons still undone, he stepped out of the room in a rush, closing the door behind him. All in a fluid motion, he reached for the elevator button, which was but a few meters away from the room.
As the lift came up, the metallic doors sliding open after a ring he had gotten quite used to. He smiled at the couple that walked out, his buttons closed now. He jerked his color lightly as he entered the lift, pressing the button to the ground floor on his way in. Turning only once, he was at the other side of the lift, to see the door closing while he leaned back on the glass; his elbows resting on railing that framed the walls. The lift was fast, for it took him not more than a few minutes to move from the 21st floor to the lobby. Reaching for his wallet as he swiftly strolled towards the Reception Desk, showing the woman behind the counter his card before placing it on the desk, sliding it over to her. He turned around and casually looked over the Hotel Lobby: It wasn't anything grandeur, but it had class. He liked that. He shifted his attention from the ornamental vases on the other side of the room, to the Oriental hottie that walked past him as he winked at her. She replied with a smile as her cheeks turned red and her pace quickened, his eyes following her fine legs till they left the revolving doors. Without turning around to face her, he took the card and the bill the Receptionist offered and with the same swift walk, made his way to outside the Hotel and down to the parking lot. He quickly spotted his red Mercedes; an old Model, but it served his purpose. It had class, having it "pimped" out with most of the latest devices, though he took care not to ruin the look of the vehicle. Pressing a button on the remote attached to his keys, he heard the familiar sound as the convertible top slid back, allowing him to simply jump into the car with cat like quickness. The keys in their place, he reversed the vehicle with great dexterity, driving it in reverse all the way through the parking lot, the rear view mirror his only guide. As he reached the slope, he quickly braked and turned and the car turned with a screeching noise and came to a halt the front facing the exit. He let a small smirk escape from his lips, kind of proud of his driving skills. Without another moments delay, he turned the car to 'Drive', pressing hard on the accelerator, and sped out of the Hotel Drive way. Leaving the gate man with another memory, of how he almost became part of the dead.
His hand hanging to the side of the door and his hair blown back by the wind, he burned rubber trying to make it on time to the Cruise Ship, hopefully before it left, and yet, he was enjoyed the ride. Enjoyed, would be the wrong word. You can say that it was refreshing to have the wind passing through his hair. Although he was driving fast, he didn't cause any accidents or break more than two or three road regulations while he turned and whizzed past the sidewalks leaving marks of burned rubber. Finally, turning around the final corner, he skid over what seemed to be the marks of burnt rubber of another vehicle that seemed to be moving in the same direction he did. He heard the voice of some stingy old man shouting as he nearly gave him a heart attack with that last slide. He simply drove on; ignoring the man as he finally reached the parking lot which was luckily right next to the entrance to the Liner. Locking on to the last remaining spot, he let the vehicle drift into place as he jammed the breaks hard; coming to a sudden stop the side of the vehicle rising and then quickly setting back into place, caused by the inertia of motion. He backed the vehicle into place, from its former position, directly perpendicular to the open spot. Stepping out of the vehicle, he placed the hood back on and slid the keys into his coat’s pocket. He reached for the invitation below his seat and quickly stepped out of the car; into the constricted space between the neighboring vehicle and his own. Sliding over the side of his vehicle, he made it out into the open space and with the fact that the Liner was still there confirmed. He strolled towards the man that was seemingly placed there to make sure only those with Invites and passed. He raised his hand, in which he held the Invitation well placed between his index and middle fingers. Apparently, it was a V.I.P. pass. That or the ticket collector just liked him, as he was given a small package; a gift box, apparently. What it had inside, was unknown to him. Along with it, he handed him the cabin number and a small map of the ship. His expression still plain, yet his eyes, slender like a fox, covered him as he walked towards the Ocean Cruiser as he wondered if the request he sent with his R.S.V.P., asking this 'Mr. Polk' to have his clothes already placed in his room was taken off. Well, it would soon be clear. In the event it was not... well... it wouldn't matter. He'd put on something casual, then.
Finally, he reached the end of the small and dark passage way, and entered directly into the ships lobby, as he made a quick check of who all were there. Mostly higher ups in the Govt., along with some big business men; nothing he didn't expect. He was luckily saved from the flashing camera lights, seeing as he was more or less unknown in these circles. Casually walking past the crowds of humans, the Bount made his way to his cabin. On the way, he spotted one of them. The Girl Bount. No, the annoying and naive girl bount, and since he was not in the mood to actually get into a conversation with her, he simply walked past, his spiritual pressure down to nothing. Silently opening the door, he sneered at the fact that it was just a two roomer. He didn't mind it since he didn't need that much space actually; he just didn't like the decor. It was far too... flashy for his liking. He preferred a subtle and classical look. But the quality was good and it had a very light fragrance. His clothes were placed in the almirah as he requested, he didn't feel like complaining or moving to a different cabin, so he quickly threw himself on his comfortable couch, took a soda from the fridge, and decided to relax; or that was the plan at least. He had just finished his soda and he didn't know how much time had passed since he came into the room. It was around a half hour or 45 minutes but it could be less. He was still on the couch, that he felt that sudden rise in the spiritual pressure of someone that, from what he thought was a bount. It was like a shout that only he and a few other spiritually aware being could hear. Intentional or unintentional, he decided to not let it slide.
There was a slight hesitation as his lazy side told him to get his ass to bed. But he decided that it was better that he actually checked it out, even if he did it with haste. Quickly grabbing a new coat, which seemed to be refreshingly free of the semen stain on the inner side, he followed the direction in which he felt the rise, but it was just a dead end. Whoever it was, he had already departed from the location. From his guess, the bount had either released it to attract someone else towards him, or was feeding on a soul; either way, it was a Bount and a strong one at that. There was one side, that told him to break into the room, to which he had pin pointed that 'Spiritual Shout' and investigate. Another side told him, to move in the direction which he felt that entity had gone. Trusting the later over the former, he walked toward what he thought was the entrance to the dining hall, as a slight sense of inquisitiveness began to flow through his mind and was visible in his eyes that appeared to be those of someone desperately looking for something. He darted through the room, the waiter almost tripping as he made way to let the tall man pass, possibly afraid of him owing to his devilish looks. He looked around. Who stood out the most? No, not physically, spiritually. He quickly made a check. Everyone in the room was regrettably, normal. A wild goose chase... sad he thought, although he did get the pleasure of setting his eyes upon the very lustful face of a young girl in her early twenties, who seemed to have a body with more luscious curves that the last one. There was the urge to make his move and there was the want to find this man. Just when he was about to agree with the former, he noticed, the Balcony. A single table, and a romantic setting, and only one man standing there. A Black man. Not that it mattered. He spent a large part of his life in Europe, so he knew many Blacks. His expression finally calmed to a more passive, devilish one. His eyes remained focused on that man, as he closed in on him, now able to clearly feel his Bount like Spiritual Pressure. Impressive how he'd hidden himself so well. Well, it wouldn't be dull, more like relieving. The friendly approach was not one of his best points, so a more to the point approach then? Snatching a glass from the tray of the bewildered waiter, who could do nothing but flee, when faced with such evil eyes. Sipping the mocktail as he approached the gent, he decided to stand next to him to possibly understand what the man was looking at. What had caught his attention? The bounts were far too obvious to spot, the trio quite contently absorbed in conversation to even notice the two on the balcony. It wouldn't be possible to identify them though; both of them were hiding their Spiritual pressures. It was to be expected when in the presence of others like them. Without caring enough to actually speak first, Raphael leaned against the railing, his left elbow on the flat upper surface of the wooden bar. "Raphael, The Archduke. And yourself...?" were his words. His tone quite to the fact, yet quite musical. It was a bit like a straight rhythm and it was not quite as heavy as one might expect. With that said, there was nothing to do, but wait for a response and hopefully, what would turn out to be a non-violent conversation while the humans continued to fill their guts with the delectable cuisine and the fine alcohol; each one of their souls thoroughly consumed by avarice. It was always amusing to play with these human’s minds or even just to observe how they torture themselves by always wanting more; to try and fulfill this everlasting hole in their hearts, a hole that was created from the greed that had pierced their souls. But tonight, was about something else, the last Leader, Franz had deserted, leaving someone named "Mr. Polk" in charge. So what this Mr. Polk hoped to achieve through this Cruise was a mystery to him and probably to this man as well, and he hoped if nothing else, then this would form a base for a conversation between the two Gents.
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Posts : 91 Join date : 2009-07-19 Age : 30 Location : Welcome To Misery (Missouri)
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