Post by SILAS METZGER on Jul 16, 2009 1:27:20 GMT -6
SILAS AZAZEL METZGER
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walk away from the sun
and kill everyone.
bad cop:
state your name and any aliases you go by.
“Silas Azazel Metzger. Completely made up; my old name was nothing. I was never given one, and I sure as hell didn’t want to keep my old family name, Mironescu. I’m usually just Metzger nowadays, or Commander or some shit like that.”
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
“Heh heh. Eight hundred fifty-one, bitch. I can usually pass for thirty-five or so. Not that people in my environment usually care what age I tell—told—the humans.”
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
“Only the fucking leader of the winning side, asshole. In all honesty, there’s not too much to it: just kill any human or [mocking tone] ‘resistance’ member who gets in my way, make sure everyone else under me does the same, and keep my idiot brother from fucking it all up.”
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
“[muttered] oh boy.
“My family fucking sucked. Stuck up, well-to-do father and a weak, pathetic excuse for a mother couldn’t handle their first-born son being stillborn and then suddenly ‘coming back to life.’ So my whole life I was a ‘demon’—because that was the only logical conclusion in Middle Age Romania. My younger brother was made the heir instead, and I was, for all intents and purposes, not even a member of the family. Unless they needed something ugly done, of course.
“So, long story short, I fucking hated that shit, then this chick Maina comes along, makes me into a vampire, and I burn the village down. I ran with Maina for a long while, since she was a pretty damn good lay, but she pissed me off one too many times and I killed her. It was then that I started to realize how abnormally strong I was, even for my kind; it’s not often that a young vampire can just off his maker like that.
“So I wandered around Europe, stuck around in Germany for a while, and picked up the last name when I was fitting in with the humans. They have some sort of sick fascination with names or something, I don’t get it.
So anyway, when I finally headed over to America, it was the eighteen hundreds or so, and I stumbled across this prissy little rich boy who demanded on his death bed that I make him a vampire. Weird kid, but I thought ‘whatever’ and did it.
Turns out taking Carmine in was the best decision I ever made. Other than killing my family, of course. Anyway, it’s because of Carmine that I’ve managed to gather all my little followers so efficiently. He’s like my secretary or something. And then when those do-gooders came out of the closet for us all, all I could think was, ‘Hey, I could really make something out of this.’ So basically I’m going to break down the current power distribution system and rebuild my own—one that’s done properly, with myself and my kind at the head.”
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
“Ugh. Touchy-feely little bastard, aren’t you?
“Well, let’s see. First thing you should know about me is that I hate personal questions. The only reason I’ve tolerated you so far is because your secretary has huge tits and if I leave here in cuffs I lose my opportunity with her.
“I’m actually quite good with women, and have great appreciation for their assets and abilities. Heh. Need I say more?
“As for men, though, we don’t get along so well. I prefer either controlling or killing them. And causing fear and anguish is one of my favorite pastimes. So if you fall into my path, you don’t just end up dead, you end up scared shitless, first.
“I have no problem with doing whatever’s necessary to get what I want. The end is my only concern; the means be damned.
“Plenty of people say I have no sense of humor. I’d like to correct that; I do, it just usually involves stray body parts. As for emotions, though, I don’t really care all that much. You can piss me off really damn easily, but that’s about it. I do enjoy some good sarcasm, though. And if I’m grinning, rest assured it isn’t about a new bunny rabbit. It’s probably something very bad, and it’s probably happening to someone.”
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific.
“Kill you before you can even think, for one.
“I can control minds of humans and pretty much anything else weaker than me. I can enhance their fear and influence them to do my will, with my mind or by force—both are fun. I’m physically powerful and excellent at strategy, which I’m sure is how I’ve survived this long. And the best part is, I’ll only get stronger and wiser with time. I love this shit!”
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
“You have no idea. But, see, the thing is, I actually am the best. Us ‘supernatural creatures’ or whatever have always been better than the humans, and I’m the best of the nightwalkers. So yeah, smartass, I do. But I’m actually right.”
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
“Dislikes? You and your probing questions, jackass.
“Other than that… I like violence and causing pain and fear, all that good stuff. I like being powerful and being in control. I like blood and sex and blondes. I like my car. It’s badass, if I do say so myself. Pretty much everything else I dislike. Especially you.”
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
[tenses] “Have you opened your eyes lately?! I’m six and a half feet tall, muscular as hell, have had the coloring of a fucking corpse all my life, can make a grown man piss himself with a single glare, and on top of all that, I’m hung like a goddamned horse—you need any more information, Sherlock?!”
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
“She doesn’t have to be ‘in mind’ for me to fuck her, believe me. I’m practically a master at one-night stands and short-term, single-purpose relationships. There’s this one hot girl I’ve seen around lately, though… Something weird about her. I’m still… collecting information.”
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, silas?
“Oh, quite sure. But tell me, have you ever donated blood before?” [wicked grin]
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NAME/ALIAS: Amy/Ami
AGE: 18
RP EXPERIENCE: Uh, a bunch. Dang, has it really been more than four years? Whoo!
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Marius
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
"And this really is a lovely piece. It's very versatile; you can wear it to a fancy dinner, as an added sparkle to a cocktail dress, or it can simply spice up a nicer everyday outfit."
Roger's brows furrowed. "It's just a silver bracelet..." he muttered, to himself as the room was--again--empty. "Now, a ruby shaped like a jelly bean? That'd be nice. I'd buy that for a lovely lady." Maybe Genevieve would like it, as a kind of reminder of their most recent time together. Roger would never think about the red ones the same again.
For once, the jelly bean lover had not his colorful sugary treats, but a fine beer in hand. It might be called expensive taste, but Roger only liked relatively good-tasting beer. And tonight one of those felt appropriate. He didn't get drunk, and never usually had more than one or two. This was tonight's first, and unless he had a buddy, it would be the last.
It then occurred to the southerner that he was lonely. Hm. This wasn't a new sort of feeling by any means; he was often left in the mansion as others stalked their human prey. But he hadn't really realized just how much he'd like the company of another person at that moment until he thought about having a drinking buddy.
So why not try and get what he wanted? "Heeey, anybody still in this funhouse?" he called, making his voice echo through most of the nearby hallways. He found he didn't even mind if it was one of the stupid fledglings; he just wanted to talk to someone besides Carol on the Home Shopping Network. Ugh.
Roger's brows furrowed. "It's just a silver bracelet..." he muttered, to himself as the room was--again--empty. "Now, a ruby shaped like a jelly bean? That'd be nice. I'd buy that for a lovely lady." Maybe Genevieve would like it, as a kind of reminder of their most recent time together. Roger would never think about the red ones the same again.
For once, the jelly bean lover had not his colorful sugary treats, but a fine beer in hand. It might be called expensive taste, but Roger only liked relatively good-tasting beer. And tonight one of those felt appropriate. He didn't get drunk, and never usually had more than one or two. This was tonight's first, and unless he had a buddy, it would be the last.
It then occurred to the southerner that he was lonely. Hm. This wasn't a new sort of feeling by any means; he was often left in the mansion as others stalked their human prey. But he hadn't really realized just how much he'd like the company of another person at that moment until he thought about having a drinking buddy.
So why not try and get what he wanted? "Heeey, anybody still in this funhouse?" he called, making his voice echo through most of the nearby hallways. He found he didn't even mind if it was one of the stupid fledglings; he just wanted to talk to someone besides Carol on the Home Shopping Network. Ugh.
