Character Outline the MemberAlias:
my mom's womb?the CharacterVampire or Human?:
Thiago BrazilOriginal Name:
Baris YavuzOther Names:
JavaidYear of Birth:
618 [18ish in appearance.]Occupation:
When turned he'd been an active BaccháAppearance:
A young looking androgynous [An androgyne in terms of gender identity, is a person who does not fit cleanly into the typical masculine and feminine gender roles of their society]
beauty, whose looks was exactly what had him working as a slave all those years ago. The boys were drawn from the ranks of the underclasses, as the profession was as much despised as it was admired. Long dark brown [nearly black] hair reaching his waist that is in a disarrayed condition, stormy colored eyes that are a mixture between blue and grey. He has smooth skin without a single blemish or scar because back then as a Baccha, they were well provided for and sought after.
Slim of build but not what you would call 'skinny' and he likes to wear clothes that fit
him very well. Will on occassion add lipgloss to his lips to give them a more plumper look or for his eyes to stand out even more, he'd line them with black kohl. A nice tan which he inherited from his mother's side of the family of which he keeps year round. Personality:
Comes across as being quite shy and demure despite his profession. A youth that clearly knows his place where older males are concerned or atleast this is what he wants you to believe. To lure you back to some alleyway and drain you of you last drop of blood, well if you'd been rude to him. If you showed him a kindness then he would repay the favor by not killing you.
Mild mannered, he isn't one to suddenly lose his temper then again, after years upon years of being made to bite one's tongue rather then speak up this is to be expected. Now if he finds you to be worthy enough, he will submit to you - afterall he was born and trained to be a sex slave and one to entertain by sexual means. Needless to say very few fit that bill but if it's an elder vampire, he has been made to do these things. It however doesn't affect who he is because it is of the norm for him.Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ His training as a dancer & in seduction
+ His beauty [explains itself yes?]
+ Ability to burrow beneath the ground to hide from the sun
+ More sensual then most due to his training.
+ Very agile and limber.
+ Shapeshift into a black panther.
+ Sure of himself and his abilities. [but not cocky]
- People who smell bad, he can't stand them. [reminds him of his old master]
-Those who disrespect him, he had enough of that as a human and will not tolerate it now.
- Those who look down their noses at him.
- Can revert back to his submissive ways too quickly at times. [old habits are hard to break]
- His sire certainly.
- Pretty clothes. [Hey you piss him off, buy him a flamboyant silk shirt and he'll forgive you!]
- The smell of roses, they relax him. Background:
Born in the settled oasis region of Central Asia in the year 1791 to an Asian mother and an English Lord that'd been visiting. His mother a mere slave girl for a rich obese overlord in Asia did not have much to offer the baby boy but she did her best by him. He didn't recieve much education as he came from the lower class people. When old enough he was taught how to muck out stalls and by the time he was ten, he was grooming the horses too. Not to mention being a general errand boy for the cook until their master finally took notice of the young lad when he was twelve.
Whisked away from his mother at such a young age, he was a made into performer, known as a Baccha which is someone who practiced in erotic songs and suggestive dancing. He wore resplendent attire and makeup and would perform like such for the next four years. The bacchá was appreciated esthetically for his androgynous beauty, but was also available as a sex worker. The boys were drawn from the ranks of the underclasses, as the profession was as much despised as it was admired.
At fourteen he had his first sexual experience with his master, the man who owned his mother as well as himself. The man was very large and sweaty, rather like he would imagine it would be like to have an encounter with a hog. But, he took it as best he could for what choice did he have? He sadly became a favored of his master and eventually he would not be loaned out for 'sexual' favors unless it was someone his master was seeking to win over in one way or another.
By the time he'd turned sixteen, most would have been removed from the performing arts but he was not. Perhaps due to the fact he looked younger then he did or maybe because his master enjoyed watching the beautiful youth and the lust in men's eyes as they watched him perform which in turn made his master all the more vigilant in reminding the youth of whom he belonged to. Well that is until the night the dog turned on the master and bit the hand that fed him.
How did this come to be? Simple really, in the audience there had been a vampire watching and he whisked the youth away and the master would be quite angry when then youth was found forty eight hours later. He'd lashed out at young Baris in anger but he never got to strike the blow as the young man suddenly attacked his tormentor of eighteen years and drained him of every last drop.
Baris would then become known as Javaid [eternal] for that's what he is yes? He spent some time with his sire who would teach the young man how to read and write, his sire having been quite the educated man while he'd been human. And when Baris was competent enough to take care of himself, the elder would leave the young one to his own way. They oft times would be drawn together due to this whole cat and mouse thing they have going on....will London survive this round?
Well nature took it's course and they were indeed drawn together, his sire even opted for a pair of rings. Though said sire is not capable of being faithful despite the fact Javaid knew the elder did indeed love him. Some time past them by, two of his sires childer would come into the picture but in the end they decided to venture off on a trip together for a little while.
They wanted to enjoy their time together, fate had other plans by the name of Dorian's sire who instantly took a shine to the lovely childe by Dorian's side and wanted to claim him as his own. He had every right after all or so he believed since he'd been the one to turn Dorian, that made Javaid his as well. Javaid did not like this elder, he was far too much like his old master and he wanted nothing to do with him. However, a threat upon Dorian's very excistance made him see things differently and thus he made his sire believe he wanted to remain by the elder's side.
Something Dorian should have seen right through but instead he left Javaid behind with the elder vampire. Javaid was more hurt then anything but the pain would fade to anger and after several months of ill treatment, he worked out a plan. It was one night after such brutal sexual advances, that he would take his revenge. The bastard slipped out of him and flopped onto his back, thinking Javaid would remain by his side placid but he was wrong.
For beneath his pillow, Javaid had hidden a bowie knife which was quite sharp....sharp enough to cut through bone in one go. The bastard never knew what hit him as Javaid rose from the bed and in a deadly move would slice off the elder's head. Then he would calmly walk into the bathroom to wash his stench away before getting dressed and leaving. His plans....his destination ....involves London.RP Sample: