Post by ALEC AMRIC VOLTURI on Dec 11, 2012 22:34:28 GMT -8
(ALEC
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"We're the scary tale to scare your mind away"[/center]
full name: alec amric volturi
nicknames: "witch twin", "witch"
date of birth: sometime before 800 A.D., in the harvest season.
physical/mental age: physically somewhere between thirteen and sixteen.
hometown: anglo-saxon town in pre-feudal England.
species: vampire
ability's: sensory deprivation
height: 5'0"
weight: around 107lbs
hair: dark brown
eyes: red; black when hungry
play by: cameron bright
likes:
- clean-cut operations
- the volturi
- surprising his enemies
- his sister, jane
- his master/father-ish figure, aro
- seeing the feeling bleed out of people's eyes when he uses his gift
- the colour of oxidised blood
- obedience
- order
- he likes snakes
dislikes:
- being called a "witch"
- vegan vampires in general
- those who would challenge volturi authority
- when things don't go according to plan
- disorganisation
- when his prey tries to run
- large social gatherings
- werewolves
- the romanians
- fire
strengths: his powerful ability/gift of sensory deprivation, the advantage of over a thousand years of living, and his calculating ruthlessness during the hunt. he also doesn't see defeat as final, and will always come back when one doesn't expect it, utilising surprising as much as possible. he's surprisingly patient.
weaknesses: arrogant concerning the abilities of himself and his sister, physically weak compared to most other vampires (mostly due to the young age he was turned at, as well as his naturally smaller, more delicate-looking frame and small stature), and sometimes he operates more like a drone than a sentient being, boredly carrying out whatever the Volturi assigns him without even thinking about what it is.
habits/quirks: he has a tendency to enjoy teasing his sister, and sometimes he enjoys needlessly frightening people, as most don't expect it from him like they do from jane.
fears: fire, and the (however absurd and unlikely) possibility of losing jane
secrets: his fear of fire is far greater than most realise, and he doesn't like being alone for very long, les memories of burning alive come back to him.
personality: although certainly sadistic, and no less ruthless and prone to incredible bouts of self-interest than his sister, the fact that alec is a little more calm comes as a surprise to many. seen by many in the volturi as the almost "sane" half of jane, he nevertheless shows no remorse in taking the lives of others, which perhaps stems from his own close brush with death at the young age of around thirteen or so, when the people of his village nearly killed him and his twin sister out of fear.
it is these memories that strengthen his gift so, and it was the action of almost burning at the stake that helped his ability manifest in the way it did, which only serves to provide another contrast between him and jane, for alec, when faced with death and the pain of burning alive, focused his mind solely on escaping the pain, blocking it from his mind.
with a harder temper to rouse than that of his sister, alec adapts an almost patronising view of everyone around him, save for jane, with whom he is more affectionate, often teasing her and praising her accomplishments in his own, affectionately-mocking way; however, despite alec's almost eager dealings with his sister, he is nevertheless incredibly dangerous and calculating in his mannerisms, and often terrifies his enemies with the sheer amount of quiet confidence that he possesses. he's always ready to kill, and quick to do it, and sometimes he can be very unpredictable--to others--when he strikes on his own.
he's also surprisingly patient and easy-going at times.
mother: an Anglo-Saxon woman
father: a Frankish soldier, Amric, whom he adapted the middle name for; aro (who serves as a kind of father-figure/master/saviour)
siblings: jane
other family: the volturi (non-biological; he considers them thus)
other important people: beyond the volturi alec cares little for anyone else.
history: one thing alec will never forget is the feeling of literally burning alive.
the son of an Anglo-Saxon woman and a Frankish soldier, around the time when viking raids were common along the coast of England, he started displaying "talents" at a very young age, along with his sister jane. in their little village, those that were cruel to him and jane would often find themselves being crushed by fortune's merciless wheel, while those who displayed kindness found themselves reward with pieces of luck and general "good and happy" things. even so, suspicion began to build around them, and the villagers began to fear that he and jane were witch twins, brought forth by the spirits of evil. frightened, the villagers surrounded their thatch-roofed mud hut, driving alec and jane out into the night, where they accused them of dealing in evil--Christian equivalent of "witchcraft"--and sentenced them to burn.
their parents did nothing but stand and watch, and deep down alec has never forgiven them for that abandonment, something he believes aro will never do.
it was ultimately aro who saved him and jane, slaughtering the entirety of the village after rescuing them from the stake, changing them into vampires, but not before alec had experienced what it was truly like to burn; to feel the flames licking at his skin and the smoke clogging his lungs. in those brief moments, when he felt like his body could not take it, he hid away within his mind, making himself feel nothing. alec's focus on escaping the pain resulted in his gift manifesting as a sensory deprivation ability.
ever since then, alec has been fiercely loyal to the volturi, and although he is powerful in his own right he relishes in their ability to stay strong and protect him and jane, just as a little extra bit of shielding.
your name: chey
age: i'll be fully legal for all the things yay in, like, five months or something
experience: 5+ years
who you play: alec volturi
how to contact you: PM; email can be provided if necessary
how you found us: a site ad.
have you read the rules: yes, and if there's supposed to be a secret code word i can't find it. sorry :c the print is hard on my eyes.
role play sample: stealing something i wrote for another Twilight site. this is my average post length for that site."I have a natural aversion to fire," Stefan said smoothly, with an incline of his head. "I'm going to take a wild leap and assume you understand." He didn't hear the inflections in her childlike voice, which floating nauseatingly on the breeze like the tinkle of bells he found so irritating in the company of the vampires, but he knew he had struck a nerve all the same. How could it not of? Common sense dictated that there would be no other response to a comment like that, and Stefan could barely contain the bubble of laughter that built up in his chest.
He always had been a little more impatient than his counterpart, and there was certainly more satisfaction to be drawn out from little quips and jibes, expertly angled to cause discomfort and anger, whether or not it was visible.
"Though I have no doubt you'd like the opportunity to test out your talents." The word talents was spoken a bit harshly. "But it would not be a very... smart waste of your time. What do you gain by killing me? Perhaps a little less sport for your Volturi laptop. The tracker. Ah, Demitri, I believe it is. What is that saying? Know thy enemy? We know you all very well." He paused, in a mock-absent way, as if considering whether to continue. "But I am afraid you cannot truly say the same for us. We are but algae under your black boot, yes? Just a little treat to send the dog after." His face scrunched into a grimace for a moment. "Not that I go so far as to compare you to the literal dogs." The Volturi had at least a little class, after all, unlike those whimpering mutts.
The laughter in his voice vanished as soon as the witch's tirade finished in his mind, where it lingered mockingly, ringing through his head as he tried to force the images from behind his eyes. In an effort to stop them, he closed his eyes for five seconds, trying to clear his mind of the raging urge to kill, his impatience swelling. It was a technique that had worked all these years; hopefully it would work now. Were he as pathetic and weak as a human, he might have let out a rush of angry breath, but he wasn't a mortal, and so he did not.
The game was starting to get dangerous, more close to home, and Stefan couldn't help the small grimace that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He did so hate proverbial dancing.
"I'd sooner lose my own head than beg a witch for mercy. My hour is almost come, when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames must render up myself." His accent wrapped around the words of the Englishman, twisting it into some dark and something defiant, deviating, perhaps, from the original meaning to add to the effect of resistance. "The rest of the world may have bowed to you, Volturi scum, but know that they would turn on your in a heartbeat if they could. You will be like the army of your Italian predecessors. How arrogant Rome did become." He smiled. "Ah, but when you do fall, feel free to look us up, if we haven't torn your heads from your bodies at that point."
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