Post by desoto kadyn grigori on Mar 8, 2009 14:36:01 GMT -5
Desoto Kadyn Grigori
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The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
I'll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I'm not.
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Des
SEX: Male
AGE: 18
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
ETHNICITY: Russian
MEMBER GROUP: Vampire
COURT: Red
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font]
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Dyed Bleach blonde with an underlayering of jet black, neck length, bangs fall into his eyes but are usually fringed to the right, naturally completely black.
EYES: Bright Pale Blue almost Grey
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'1" and 184lbs
BODY TYPE: Slim, Lean muscled
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Aside from his Two-Toned hair and Bright ghostly eyes, that's pretty much it. [/color][/font]
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color] BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
-Getting his way
-Hunting
-Women
-Men
-Flirting
-Fitted clothing
-Studded belts
-Bandannas
-Chains
-Pain
DISLIKES:
-Rejection
-Being alone
-Too much heat
-Losing control
-His jealousy
-His temper
-Authority
-Dull flavors
-Humans
-Other vampires
STRENGTHS:
-Persuasion
-Seducing both men and women
-Running
-Hunting
-Flirtation
WEAKNESSES:
-Rejection
-Being alone
-Hunger
-Failure
-His temper
HABITS/QUIRKS:
-Tugs on hair when annoyed
-Thinks out loud
-Chews on his snakebites
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Arrogant[/u]
Arrogance is one of the biggest things Desoto is known for. He only cares and looks out for himself. He could really care less what happens to everyone else around him. He's a very solitary person. He likes being around others, but not for long. He doesn't have friends, per say. Just people he prefers to be seen with. He is very picky about these people. He's not friendly, so he won't openly take you in as one of them, He doesn't trust anyone, just prefers to be around people to make him feel like he actually belongs and not like an outcast. He is quite a cruel person and likes to use people to get what he wants and when they tick him off, or he gets tired of them, he simply drops them like they were nothing.
Insane[/u]
Desoto was never really right in the head. He suffers from sadistic and maschistic tendancies. he enjoys inflicting pain on himself and others. He doesn't flinch, even if he's stabbed. He finds amusement in torture, even if he's the one doing it. He has tendacies to talk to himself and think out loud. He is usually spaced out and doesn't talk much. He often talks about death and other strange things. He's an odd person who enjoys strange things. He likes to scare the heck out of everyone around him. He likes to trick people too. He likes to make people think he cares about them and then up and leave them like it never happend. He is rude and violent as well. He can go from being calm and quiet, to rude and sarcastic in seconds. This is part of why he's feared by most people.
Brutal[/u]
Desoto suffers from a violent temper. He inherited it from his father. He can be the calmest person in the world, but when he's ticked off enough, he can become quite boistrous and violent. He lashes out at anyone in his path, no matter man, woman, or child. He doesn't care who he hurts as long as it relieves his anger. He is one to pick fights and the first to bring blood. He is a very malicious person when angered. He has been known to throw things in his way and snap at anyone. He's uncontrollable when enraged and will only calm down with left alone. He is not to be approached when angered. Though it's really not good to leave him alone, but it's for the best. It calms him down faster and no one gets hurt. He doesn't like commitment and will only use someone to get what he wants and then leave them without another word. He's very stubborn and will not stop until he gets what he wants, be it material items or even a person. He will immediately go after anything he find appealing too. He is a very aggressive person by nature. [/color][/font]
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
Analise Grigori - 40 - Pianist - Deceased
SIBLINGS: Nikolai Grigori - 18 - Student - Living
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
PETS: Two year old male Borzoi named Dusk
OVERALL HISTORY:
Desoto was the oldest of twins born to Nikolas and Analise Grigori. This came as a surprise to the couple, since for years they have been told they will never conceive. They were expecting at leats one child, but twins was something that caught them off guard. He was born in none other than Moscow, Russia. He lived in Russia until he and his brother was two years old. Then his parents packed up and left Russia for a better life in America. His parents weren't wealthy, but they did make a fair amount to survive. His mother was a classically trained pianist and his father was atalented architect.
They moved to a small town called Seattle, Washington. He and his brother attened average schools and got decent grades. His mother soon became ill and was bedridden for weeks. His father tried everything to help her get better, but whatever she had was too severe and too far along. They took her to a hospital and she was diagnosed with cancer. His mother passed on a month later and his father never healed. His faher went into a deep depression and it was up to Desoto to take care of his brother and his father. He performed odd jobs on the weekends to help pay the bills and managed to get by as well as they could. Soon his father returned to work but was more distant to him and his brother. He took over raising him and his brother, but had lost the calm, caring man he used to be. He was more stern and angered more easily. Desoto did his best to help his father and brother. But soon things would change.
At age eighteen, things took a strange turn. He began experiencing strange behaviors. he craved blood and had transformations at random times. It was like he wasn't himself anymore. He continued on as if it never happend and tried to hide it from his father and brother. His brother found out after following him at night. He promised not to tell their father and soon Desoto's cravings grew stronger. He was soon pulled out of school since his father retired. He was forced to take over for his father once again. But soon things got out of hand and his father couldn't raise them anymore. Since they were both eighteen, he and his brother moved out after saying their goodbyes to their father. They soon heard about a school in the united kingdom. They needed to finish their schooling and figured it would be nice change of scenery.
The brothers used the money given to them by their father and paid for plane tickets to the United Kingdom. After asking around, they found the school and enrolled. They didn't really think of staying in the country, they would possibly return home after completing their schooling. Though, Desoto was less than enthusiastic about the idea. He wanted to return to Russia, his beloved home country. He would live out his life there, though his plans could soon change. He was just focused on going to his true home after his education was complete. His brother didn't protest the idea and they are now seniors at the boarding school. From there on is still a mystery. [/color][/font]
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Voices. The muffled outside voices surrounded him. They weren't directed at him which was good. That made him wonder what else could be causing such a fuss amongst the normals. That's what he affectionately called the visitors of this twisted circus. He sighed, not wanting to get p but he knew he would have to eventually. The freak show was on and he had to be on guard from those who liked to taunt him. He sighed, laying there as still as always. his back turned to the metal bars like usual. His breathing was light and only the slow rising and lowering of his chest as he breathd could be seen from the figure shrouded in shadows.
The hysteria made his ears ring and his head throb. What possible thing on this Earth could cause such mayhem. Slowly he lifted his head off the cold cage floor and yawned deeply. He slowly pushed himself up so he sat with his back still turned to the crowd outside. He pushed his dark ebony bangs from his icy blue eyes and looked behind his shoulders. A glare on his face as he saw the astonished faces of the normals. He rolled his eyes and turned completely around to face them. Some noticed the movement but only glanced at him for a second. He swatted away a couple bones and looked toward the corner where he piled his latest feeding for the day.
Yawning again, he stood and walked toward the bars. A few poeple had backed off as he approached. He looped his pointer finger through the metal loop on his collar and tugged lightly at it. His gaze shifted lazily to the cage connected to his. His eyes widened when he saw the occupant huddled against the corner. A female? What possible abnormality could hse have? She looked like one of the normals but he could be wrong. He walked back to the corner and picked up an arm from the pile before moving back to the bars. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. She looked frightened. She must have been the new addition he'd heard so much about. His feeder had infomred him of having a neighbor. He was glad that the man spoke some French or else he'd be really lost.
His gaze shifted between the mortals and the stramge female before it finally registered in his mind why she looked frightened. He glared at the normals and let a loud growl erupt from deep within his chest. This made them turn to him and cease talking in hushed tones. He lowered his head and smirked. He loved the control he held on them. Well in his own mind he had control of them. He snarled and their eyes widened. He must have been a sight. A severed arm in one hand, flesh clenched in his teeth and blood caked on the side of his mouth as usual when he fed. They were frozen and he pressed closer to the bars, making them back a few more steps away. He grinned and moved away from the bars, heading back into the shadows. The silence lasted a minute longer before the hushed tones started again. He rolled his eyes and moved toward the bar that seperated the two cages. He carefully sast down, facing the huddled form of the new female. He tilted his head and watched her, taking another bite of the long dead meat.
The hysteria made his ears ring and his head throb. What possible thing on this Earth could cause such mayhem. Slowly he lifted his head off the cold cage floor and yawned deeply. He slowly pushed himself up so he sat with his back still turned to the crowd outside. He pushed his dark ebony bangs from his icy blue eyes and looked behind his shoulders. A glare on his face as he saw the astonished faces of the normals. He rolled his eyes and turned completely around to face them. Some noticed the movement but only glanced at him for a second. He swatted away a couple bones and looked toward the corner where he piled his latest feeding for the day.
Yawning again, he stood and walked toward the bars. A few poeple had backed off as he approached. He looped his pointer finger through the metal loop on his collar and tugged lightly at it. His gaze shifted lazily to the cage connected to his. His eyes widened when he saw the occupant huddled against the corner. A female? What possible abnormality could hse have? She looked like one of the normals but he could be wrong. He walked back to the corner and picked up an arm from the pile before moving back to the bars. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. She looked frightened. She must have been the new addition he'd heard so much about. His feeder had infomred him of having a neighbor. He was glad that the man spoke some French or else he'd be really lost.
His gaze shifted between the mortals and the stramge female before it finally registered in his mind why she looked frightened. He glared at the normals and let a loud growl erupt from deep within his chest. This made them turn to him and cease talking in hushed tones. He lowered his head and smirked. He loved the control he held on them. Well in his own mind he had control of them. He snarled and their eyes widened. He must have been a sight. A severed arm in one hand, flesh clenched in his teeth and blood caked on the side of his mouth as usual when he fed. They were frozen and he pressed closer to the bars, making them back a few more steps away. He grinned and moved away from the bars, heading back into the shadows. The silence lasted a minute longer before the hushed tones started again. He rolled his eyes and moved toward the bar that seperated the two cages. He carefully sast down, facing the huddled form of the new female. He tilted his head and watched her, taking another bite of the long dead meat.
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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES
[/color]AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND[/font]
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