Post by alcanderbain on Oct 8, 2011 22:21:07 GMT -8
[/font]``AlcanderBain~
[/center]yo, Bain here.
i came here from advertisment on Circus of the Damned
and i joined because I like the plotline.
i've circled the sun 23 times
about 6 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have zilcho other characters
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
i came here from advertisment on Circus of the Damned
and i joined because I like the plotline.
i've circled the sun 23 times
about 6 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have zilcho other characters
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
birth name~ Alcander Alexius Bain
nicknames~ Ander, Alex, Al
age && date of birth~ 27, October 13, 1984
gender~ Male
species~ Human (necromancer)
sexuality~ Homosexual - switch with a preference for dominant topping or dominant bottoming, occasional submissive topping is acceptable - aromantic
occupation~ Teaching Intern for Basic Psychology at NY University, RPIT Federal Marshall who emphasises on field profiling as opposed to execution, Animator
face claim~ Adrien Sahores
fandom~ Anita Blake [Modern Fantasy - Vampires etc]
canon / original~ original
hair color~ Tar black
eye color~ Grey
height~ 6'2"
weight~ 160 lbs distinctive features~ Scar cutting across his pectoral, bisecting a nipple, the Medici dots over his left shoulder, and a stylised lion tattoo covering what looks, t like a gash scar over his lower right abdomen and hip. He also sports a myriad of scars on his hands and arms from ritual animation of corpses.
general appearance~
Standing at six feet, two inches, he is on the tall side without being an imposing figure. He is rail thin, and can generally be described as emaciated, with gaunt facial features that include slightly sunken eyes and an all too visible and sharp bone structure. He has broad shoulders, but none of the bulk that would make them stand out, none the less; they cut quite the image when he wears a suit. His muscles are more defined than they are developed, which only adds to the appearance of an over-thin body while simultaneously allowing him a moderate amount of strength. His eyes are the colour of gun metal, which is to say a dark and unforgiving grey. They are usually called cold or dispassionate, but strangely tranquil or ethereal. He greatly resembles the corpses that he works with, and carries the scent of ritual spices (cinnamon, rosemary, sage, thyme) heavy on him.
Hair resembling ink almost drips from him, disheveled and untidy, it is the one aspect of him that is not kept prim at all times, though this is most substantially due to the fact that the only way he can tame his locks is to use ample amounts of 'hair gunk' - something which he despises. His garb is fairly business oriented and usually in neutral tones. His preference is black. He wears a jacket at all times and carries no less than two hand guns, a ritual anthame, and his federal Marshall identification. He can often be found with a bag that holds a machete, some stakes, silver, and other ritual items such as salt in it. Being a govenment certified executioner of vampires gives him a condifent and sometimes superior air, which comes out in his appearance occasionally.
likes~
02. Jazz, Soul, Classical music~ Whether it's Nina Simone or Amy Winehouse, Jazz and soul music hit all of the right notes for him. Classical holds the rigid sense of both tradition and inexpensive elegance that he craves. Given time, he would have loved to have learned how to play different instruments that are used commonly in either genre (Sax, Cello, etc), however he only ever picked up the violin, which he rarely plays.
03. Literature~ Poetry, prose, anything that can be read, he will likely get his hands on at some point or another. He finds himself drawn to the older and better known titles, but has no problem with dirtying his hands in some well written modern classics. He loves words, and has both the vocabulary to back it up.
04. Psychology~ His passion before he was thrust into the night world, psychology has peaked Alcander's interest since he was young. More specificaly, he enjoys learning why people act the way that they do, what their motives are. At one point, he wanted to open a practice, a dream that he gave up on when his animation abilities began to manifest. He currently works as an intern for the NYU in the psych department; something that shows he hasn't entirely given up on his dreams, a compromise of interest.
05. Simplicity~ Despite having some expensive tastes, Alcander grew up poor, and he has an appreciation for things that are simple. While he is a very emotionally and cerebrally complex individual, he finds a certain amount of comfort in the little things like honesty and forthrightness. He despises nearly anything that he deems to be 'uneededly difficult'.
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dislikes~
02. Repeating himself~ Despite being soft spoken, Alcander hates having to repeat himself. He finds that anyone who doesn't bother to listen to him the first time probably shouldn't be given the chance to mess up again. This often gives him the false reputation of being stern and austere.
03. Heterosexism~ Being an openly gay man, and a self-professed non-femme androphile, he has a certain disdain for the belief/opinion that homosexuals should have fewer rights than their hetersexual counterparts. He is politically passionate about equality, and views all civil liberties as top priority issues.
04. Organised Religion~ The Catholic church essentially called all animators abominations and had all known animators excomunicated because it didn't fit in with their idea of what the afterlife entailed. Naturally, having grown up Catholic, when his abilities began to manifest in puberty, Alcander found himself on the recieving end of a lot of scrutiny and outright cruelty. After a lengthy ordeal, he was disenherited by his father and essentially blames 'The Church'. His dislike has spread to most organised religions by this point.
05. 'Rolling'~ Despite having a natural defense against the vampiric ability to control the minds of humans, he still hates the idea of vampires being able to play their 'mind tricks' on him. He tends to wear sunglasses in order to avoid eye to eye contact, and is extremely cautious when it comes to talking with the undead.[/ul]
habits~
02. Violin~ Taken from his days in highschool orchestral band, he plays occasionally in his free time. While he doesn't have an expansive reptoire, he is both skilled and graceful when he does get around to bowing his chords. He will sometimes play for dinner guests, but generally just keeps it to himself.
03. Reading~ His other great love for downtime, Alcander is a voracious reader and can almost always be found with a book in his hand when he isn't out in the field working. He and his local librarian are on a first name basis, and he is known for making trips two or three times a month.
04. Profiling~ Part job and part fun, Alcander specialises in getting into the mind of a criminal. Of course, he doesn't have all of the credentials that some of his colleagues do, something that has plagued him since he was hired by the RPIT. However, because he's an Animator and was cleared as an executioner, he was given the profiling job basically to keep him complacent.
05. Clubbing~ Originally not a huge fan of the club scene, when Alcander became more heavily involved with the night scene and the supernatural world, he was forced to enter the world of night clubs and fetish houses. Since then, he has grown almost fond of the darker BDSM oriented halls.[/ul]
strengths~
02. Cultured~ With interests in both literature and music, Alcander easily took to the artistic world and soon found that he had a knack for fitting into cultured society. He has an amazing memory for sculptors, composers, stylists, designers and so forth.
03. Observant~ A man of thought before action, he has a very procedural way of viewing things and tends to take in stimuli very easily while simultaneously processing it in such a way that he can effectively make the observational notes to firmly pull his ass out of trouble.
04. Logical~ To go along with a keen ability to process different external stimulus, he also views the world from a logical point of view, and often disregards emotion save for when he knows it will absolutely override his or another's senses. He has a keen abiity to cut out the unimportant information and go straight for facts that are topically relevant.
05. Resourceful~ Along with logic, he has a knack for finding the most valuable things around him and using them to his advantage. His ability to peg the avenue that will best keep him alive is something of a catch all that has been termed 'resourceful'. He is also immensely creative in getting out of tight scrapes.[/ul]
weaknesses~
02. Fussy~ While he uses the term 'perfectionist' other people use the term 'annoying'. He is very detail oriented and likes to have everything set up exactly the way that he wants, based usually on preset goals and plans.
03. Enegmatic~ While he likes to be secretive and quiet about his dealings, the mystery aspect of his personality often gets him raised defenses and people hedging rather than opening up to him. He has a lot of difficulty getting much further than a few niceties before most people blow him off.
04. Detached/Cold~ Being super-logical has its up points, but it also has its downs as well. He finds that he cannot associate well with people and finds it exceptionally difficult to create meaningful relationships with them because he views everything from an objective point of view. This is probably the reason he never would have made a good psychologist anyway.
05. Harsh~ A side effect of his work and its agressive environment, Alcander has no problem with being harsh with anyone, and has next to no ability to sugar coat how he feels. He calls things the way he sees them, and given his high standards; very rarely is that a good thing.[/ul]
goals~ To learn all classical instruments (extremely unlikely), to become a professor of psychology (also very unlikely), to become the best in his field (eh, getting closer), to not die (lolwut).
secrets~ He grew up destitute. He's got a difficult time with the idea of romance or love. He fears being judged for both his sexuality and his abilities.
overall personality~
Observant and polite, Alcander is the type of person who tends towards the quiet and somber moments rather than excitement. If there were ever a life of the party it would not be him, though he does happen to enjoy the occasional soiree. He is cultured and well mannered, friendly and gregarious; though he has a difficult time trusting other people. He is naturally drawn to those who have either power or wealth, though this appears to almost be subconcious in nature and is likely due to his past. Unfortunately for him, he's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and will gladly go adventure seeking even when it goes against his most basic logical instincts. A penchant for sadism makes him less than an ideal lover, but he (attempts to) make up for it by being both supporting and loving. None the less, he's a picky guy, which narrows his options even more.
Pragmatic and enegmatic, he tends to be rather spartanic in the way he deals with his comforts; as such, while he may enjoy the richer things in life, he will often forgo them. He is a proud boy who enforces classism as often as he can, and thusly despises lack of ambition, stupidity, and weakness. He is resourceful and silvertongued, but also so duplicitous that it often verges on Machiavellianism. He is emotionally detached, and can often times come off as hostile or cruel when he's attempting to remain both fair and neutral. Perfectionist to the tiniest and often most insignificant detail, he can be considered 'fussy'. Noted, this is great for parties, quests, projects etc. but he expects everyone to hold his high standards which likely gives him a reputation for being somewhat obnoxious. He tends to show more machismo when in a work environment due to the heterosexist inclinations that most of the other Federal Marshalls have.
home town~ New York City, New York
current residence~ A crumby apartment in Manhattan NYC, NY.
parents~ Andrea Maria St. Cloud and Gregory George Bain
siblings~ Alaric and Alicia Bain-Chevalier (Custody went to their mother in the divorce and she was going to have their names legally changed solely to Chevalier, but Gregory managed to talk her into a hyphenation instead).
pets~ None
family~ None others
history~ If one were to say that Alcander's conception came as a result of love, they would be pretty drastically wrong. Gregory was a high powered CEO who was at the height of his life and career when he met Andrea. He was a family man with two kids and a wife that he'd been married to for 15 years, but the gods are known for being both fickle and jealous and so to Hecate it was absolutely no matter to toss herself into his life. Sadly, one cannot say that she entranced him or cast a spell on him or any of that nonsense. Nope, Greory went willingly into his affairs and the doom that would ensue after. He thought he'd gotten away with it when Andrea dropped off of the face of the earth, and put his midnight, bar hopping trysts behind him. Some nine months later, a parcel arrived for them and Antionette was less than pleased with what she found.
Along with a bouncing baby boy, there was a letter detailing precisely who the kid belonged to. Antoinette, feeling both overwhelmed and betrayed, filed for sepparation and then divorce in the coming months. She claimed the house, the cars, and enough Alimony due to his indiscretions (and the genetic evidence left behind), that he lost literally everything. He eventually was fired from his job when it was found that he had been dealing with some fraudulent expenses. The money that didn't go to lawyers went to finding himself and his son a new home.
After finding some menial work and gaining a new lease on life, which is to say that he was forced into near poverty along with his child. Naturally, Greg blamed Alcander for the majority of the issues in his life, but was smart enough not to do anything about it save for withhold his love. As a result, Ander grew up in a very cold and desolate home that wasn't really much of a home at all. Despite lacking money, connections, and often friends, Alcander managed to forge a cultured existence. His world seemingly exploded when he found out at the age of 13, when he got accepted into an advanced placement Magnet school. It is also around this time that his Animation abilities began to surface.
He was never close to his father, so leaving Gregory behind was easy. Leaving behind his half siblings was even more simple a task given how cruel they often were to him (likely as a result of their mum). He found that experiencing life anew was something he could definitely get into, and he thusly reinvited himself, becoming the experienced and intelligent male he would eventually grow into. Years passed to denote an end of his schooling, and he was accepted first into a position with the RPIT (supernatural police), and later into a part time internship with his alma mater. His world is stress filled, hard, fast paced and so very real. Now lets see what happens when you toss other dimensions into the mix!
rp sample~ There was a point in a man's life where he found himself at rock bottom, the lowest of the lows he could get to. It was at that point that a man had to make the choice to either give in and let himself fade off into oblivion or claw his way up from the ashes. For one Alcander Bain, that moment wasn't now, but that wasn't immediately apparent given that he was beneath New York's surface, covered in shit, with viscous sludge oozing all around him. He smelled frankly like the back end of a donkey that'd been mixed with rotted fruit and blended heavily into some year old eggs. To put it lightly, he was not exactly in his happy place, but just as much as he was disgusted; he was equally in his moment and thriving on the element of industry. He rarely went out looking for a vampire himself, if only because that type of thin was frowned on by the RPIT, but he was sure that he knew where the pest had gone. Naturally, nobody had listened to the field profiler because his logic was far outweighed by years of 'police guts' and the brassy balls of men who were one and a half times his age. No matter. He'd only been looking for about an hour, and was entirely certain he'd stumble upon the bugger sooner rather than later.
There was a sharp movement to the left and Alcander whirled, his back pressing against the sewer's curved pipe so that he didn't leave himself open for attack. His gun was held with both hands, the barrel aimed straight forward - seemingly at nothing but darkness. "Barnaby Filcher, I know that you're there. There is a warrant out for your execution as served by judge Henderson of the greater New York City area." There was another splash and rustle that told him he'd touched a nerve; that there was something out there ready to either kill or be killed. Adrenaline raced through his system like heroin seeping into his veins, cascading towards his brain in a torrent of energy. His entire world felt like it was on hyperdrive, ironic as it was considering how dry and dull his day had started. There had been a string of murders along the east coast that had ended up smack dab in the middle of New York. The RPIT had been tracking Barnaby for weeks after he had been accidentally turned by a vampire down in North Carolina. The local vampire community had disavowed any affiliation with either of the two, and basically set them up to fall. Michael Lawrence, the sloppy vampire had already been dealt with, silver chained into a coffin for what would likely be a very dull next few decades.
Barnaby had cleverly evaded capture or execution, but Alcander could tell from the erratic nature of his attacks that he had been slowly deteriorating, that he would eventually be little more than a slobbering, blood-lipped idiot. That look couldn't be attractive for anyone. "The warrant has been served for five counts of homicide." The words were formal and held the tone of a man who had been asked to judge, however the next were just as emotion drenched as the former ones had been business oriented. "Angela Fisher, survived by her eight year old son, Morty. Benajamin and Adrine Pratt, who had just made their way into retirement. Constance Bass, who celebrated her two year anniverary last month. And John Hayes. He had nobody, but he didn't deserve to be drained dry." A flurry of motion erupted in front of the Federal Marshall as the vampire tackled him to the ground, filthy water flowing over his shirt and leather jacket, caressing right over his shoulders before it trickled lazily from his form and down the pipes. Alcander looked up into the semi-mad eyes of a killer, the barrel of his gun pressed right against a chest.
"I didn't mean to. I-i" The man sounded like he was about to cry. There was pain heavy in his voice, and Ander knew all too well that for him, this journey was done.
"You know I can't accept that, Barnaby." He replied. The next moments were punctuated by gunshots as bullets tore through the vampire's body, point blank range leaving holes about half the size of a fist on the other side. Rapid fire leaving Barnaby as little more than sagging dead weight that threatened to suffocate him. He knew that it was little more than momentary distraction and so he shoved the corpse off of himself, reaching into the leather jacket for a stake and his ritual blade. It was time to bag a vampire head.
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Hours later Alcander was dreading that he'd taken the initiative to go out on his own. The paperwork involved had been horrendous, he'd stunk the entire time, and his favorite jacket had been absolutely trashed. Needless to say, he had not been a happy camper. Now he was pulling up to one of the clubs he'd heard about from an RPIT detective. Classes weren't for two days, and a shower had seen him clean. Intuition for men erased most of the smell of the sewers from him, so it was time to wash away the memories that the past day had etched into him. The goal? Get drunk and find a boy to play with for the night, then sleep through Sunday and ignore any calls that came in on his cell. He was clad in fairly tame garb, fitted jeans, boots, and a t-shirt with a replacement jacket for the one he had squandered (stupidly) earlier in the evening. It was getting closer and closer to two in the morning, which meant that most of the night crowd had already been there and were paired off - only four or five hours to dawn.
His eyes scanned over the first floor; the place didn't seem like it was too out of the ordinary, and he looked forward to a chance to dance. First things first, he needed to get a little bit of alcohol in him; otherwise he'd never have quite the courage it would take to step onto that slightly raised floor. The issue wasn't so much that Alcander was afraid of embarassing himself as it was that he was entirely neutral on the aspect of dance itself. He could have taken or left it in most cases, but the best way to float through the Lethe on the way to oblivion was to push a body to the brink of exhaustion and then fill it with enough drink that it seemingly poured from sweat glands. His feet carried him towards the bar, the lack of a gun weighing on his chest making him just vaguely uncomfortable. It was time to find some fun.[/size][/blockquote]
