Post by paul on Jun 12, 2011 16:35:14 GMT -5
Name: Paul Lahote
Species: shifter
Gender: male
Power: none
History: He was born in Tacoma, Washington. Life there wasn't too bad once you got past the parents fighting. His parents finally split when he was eight, and he moved to La Push with his father. He had his own circle of friends, didn't really talk to Sam or Jared. Life was good for the most part.
Things changed when he was sixteen, he changed for the first time. He had just gotten into a fight with his father for being out all night and refusing to come home. He turned in the forest behind his house and freaked out a little. When Sam told Paul what was happening, life turned upside down. Paul had temperament issues worse than the others and so he was always watched. He got mildly better after what Sam did to Emily, but he still had issues with truly controlling his temper.
Things didn't get better until he imprinted on Rachel Black. Now he is working on his temper a little more harder and seriously than he ever had before. He wants to be able to stop shifting, to be able to actually live a normal life with Rachel. Since Rachel doesn't want to stay in La Push, he is trying to push his control so that she doesn't have to be forced to stay there.
Apperence: He stands at six feet even. He's muscular without being too bulky. He has black hair and brown eyes, but in his wolf form his pelt is dark silver. He's built and huge, and has sharp, angular features.
Personality: Paul has temperament issues. He can be nearly homicidal at worst and volatile at best. He's loyal to all his fellow pack members, and would die for any of them. When you get past the anger problems, Paul can be the sweetest guy in the world. Though, he is also cocky to an extent.
RP Sample: Demon hadn't been home in quite some time. Vladimir and Stefan had wanted someone to do some massive recon and recruiting. They had been hesitant to ask just anyone because it would mean quite a bit of time on their own and would have to stay as far from Romania for quite a few years. That included any form of contact with the coven. Normally, contact was still allowed, but this mission was one of complete isolation. That was the only reason Demon offered to take it. He needed a vacation but being ranked as he was that wasn’t going to happen. The mission had been the closest thing and so he took it.
He was supposed to be gone for close to fifteen years. In reality, he had barely been gone for a year. The fact that he was back so soon meant that the mission was a failure even before it had begun. That was true. However, there was one good thing that came out of it. He had run into a possible recruit. The boy was too young to be recruited now but he was certainly one to keep an eye on. After he relayed that to Vlad and Stefan, he stood against the wall and waited.
Demon didn't like to fail. He especially hated going into something that was set to fail from the beginning. The mission wasn't even a real mission. It had been more of an experiment. It was something Vlad had come up with and was only known to him, Stefan, and Demon. No one knew the real reason for Demon's departure. They all just thought he was on a routine recruit search. That was fine by him, really. It meant that no one would ask for many details and even if they did, he didn't have to tell them anything aside from the hopefuls he had run into.
"You're dismissed," Vlad said distantly.
Demon nodded and left the two to converse amongst themselves while he headed out of the castle. He needed several things at the moment. The first was dinner. He hadn't fed in a while and was positively parched. That one could be dealt with right now, thankfully. Everyone else was most likely doing their own thing and that would leave Demon some much needed solitude to think. Something he really didn't have much time to do even during the mission's own solitude.
He sped through the forest until came to a clearing that overlooked a small village a few miles from the castle. Pausing he took a deep breath in through his nose as he looked around, sifting through the scents that came with his vision. I peculiarly tasteful scent caught his attention from behind him, back in the trees. Frowning, he turned and followed the scent. He barely registered the young woman before he closed the distance and sank his teeth deep in her throat.
He lost himself to the feel of the warm crimson liquid running down his throat. When he finished draining her, he let her fall to the ground and deftly set her ablaze. They were too close to the village for Demon's comfort. He wasn't about to risk exposure or some widespread panick run through the country. When that was done he headed back to the castle, but he didn't go in.
Instead he headed off to the town that surrounded it. His mind immediately went to the reason he had begun to distance himself from everyone. His past was something he didn't normally allow himself to dwell on. Those rare occassions when he weakened just enough to let a glimpse in usually meant his downfall. Memories than flooded his mind. None of the memories were positive ones. No they were the stuff nightmares were made. He wasn't human however and so his nightmares were real and lived with him for eternity.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as his heightened hearing picked a terrified scream. It was only then that he realized it was no longer a cloudy afternoon. It was no evening, though still cloudy. He heard the scream again and this time followed it until he found a young girl and boy surround by drunk and his friends. The kids couldn't have been older than fifteen and twelve. They were both badly bruised andbeaten.
Demon could smell death in the air, but it wasn't the stale type from decaying bodies. This was a fresh death, and bloody one. He looked around, scanning the area until his eyes fell on a naked woman laying face-first in a pool of blood. The girl was kneeling beside the body, tears staining her face. The boy was standing in front of them, trying to stand his ground. His fear was palpable though. It was so obvious that the boy was determined to protect the girl and that the drunk man was no stranger to them.
In that moment, something dangerous happened. He was no longer the vampire he was today. He was the Greek general that was a legend on the field but a failure at protecting the ones he loved. Human and vampire didn’t register in his mind. The laws he lived his existence and honor by were all but forgotten, especially when the drunk aimed his gun at the boy. Demon stepped out of the shadows and in a flash was at the man’s side, ripping the gun out of the man’s hand.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he sneered, just before the drunk’s friends lunged for him.
Demon had their necks snapped in a matter of seconds, vaguely aware of the children fleeing. And the drunk running after them. Demon followed at a nearly human pace. His common sense was swallowed by a rage so fierce that anyone who knew him would probably have trouble recognizing him. No, Demon was on the hunt. Only problem was that he wasn’t looking for sustenance. He wanted an outlet for emotions he had left bottled up and untouched. This wasn’t a man or a vampire. This was a ruthless warrior that had been wronged horribly and hadn’t been able to deal out the proper justice to enemies. This was a man that had let vengeance cloud his moral code for a moment to long. This was a man who had cracked under guilt, betrayal, and fury — allowing vindictive desires and thoughts to run free reign.
Strategically, Demon had corralled the children into a rundown building that had long ago abandoned. The kids held little of his attention. His main focus was on the drunk, and with little warning Demon got to work. First, he ordered the children to leave, and once they were gone, he turned to the angry drunk. Without a word, he shattered the humans kneecaps. There was a sadistic satisfaction in hearing the man’s agonized screams and pleas, but Demon didn’t hear any of it. He just kept on going. He kept going, crushing every bone before finally killing him.
It was only then that Demon realized he wasn’t alone. He looked around with narrowed eyes, still furious, still not quite himself. It didn’t help that he couldn’t quite tell who or what was there. Scowling, he kicked the body at his feet into a far wall.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop you know,” he hissed.
Species: shifter
Gender: male
Power: none
History: He was born in Tacoma, Washington. Life there wasn't too bad once you got past the parents fighting. His parents finally split when he was eight, and he moved to La Push with his father. He had his own circle of friends, didn't really talk to Sam or Jared. Life was good for the most part.
Things changed when he was sixteen, he changed for the first time. He had just gotten into a fight with his father for being out all night and refusing to come home. He turned in the forest behind his house and freaked out a little. When Sam told Paul what was happening, life turned upside down. Paul had temperament issues worse than the others and so he was always watched. He got mildly better after what Sam did to Emily, but he still had issues with truly controlling his temper.
Things didn't get better until he imprinted on Rachel Black. Now he is working on his temper a little more harder and seriously than he ever had before. He wants to be able to stop shifting, to be able to actually live a normal life with Rachel. Since Rachel doesn't want to stay in La Push, he is trying to push his control so that she doesn't have to be forced to stay there.
Apperence: He stands at six feet even. He's muscular without being too bulky. He has black hair and brown eyes, but in his wolf form his pelt is dark silver. He's built and huge, and has sharp, angular features.
Personality: Paul has temperament issues. He can be nearly homicidal at worst and volatile at best. He's loyal to all his fellow pack members, and would die for any of them. When you get past the anger problems, Paul can be the sweetest guy in the world. Though, he is also cocky to an extent.
RP Sample: Demon hadn't been home in quite some time. Vladimir and Stefan had wanted someone to do some massive recon and recruiting. They had been hesitant to ask just anyone because it would mean quite a bit of time on their own and would have to stay as far from Romania for quite a few years. That included any form of contact with the coven. Normally, contact was still allowed, but this mission was one of complete isolation. That was the only reason Demon offered to take it. He needed a vacation but being ranked as he was that wasn’t going to happen. The mission had been the closest thing and so he took it.
He was supposed to be gone for close to fifteen years. In reality, he had barely been gone for a year. The fact that he was back so soon meant that the mission was a failure even before it had begun. That was true. However, there was one good thing that came out of it. He had run into a possible recruit. The boy was too young to be recruited now but he was certainly one to keep an eye on. After he relayed that to Vlad and Stefan, he stood against the wall and waited.
Demon didn't like to fail. He especially hated going into something that was set to fail from the beginning. The mission wasn't even a real mission. It had been more of an experiment. It was something Vlad had come up with and was only known to him, Stefan, and Demon. No one knew the real reason for Demon's departure. They all just thought he was on a routine recruit search. That was fine by him, really. It meant that no one would ask for many details and even if they did, he didn't have to tell them anything aside from the hopefuls he had run into.
"You're dismissed," Vlad said distantly.
Demon nodded and left the two to converse amongst themselves while he headed out of the castle. He needed several things at the moment. The first was dinner. He hadn't fed in a while and was positively parched. That one could be dealt with right now, thankfully. Everyone else was most likely doing their own thing and that would leave Demon some much needed solitude to think. Something he really didn't have much time to do even during the mission's own solitude.
He sped through the forest until came to a clearing that overlooked a small village a few miles from the castle. Pausing he took a deep breath in through his nose as he looked around, sifting through the scents that came with his vision. I peculiarly tasteful scent caught his attention from behind him, back in the trees. Frowning, he turned and followed the scent. He barely registered the young woman before he closed the distance and sank his teeth deep in her throat.
He lost himself to the feel of the warm crimson liquid running down his throat. When he finished draining her, he let her fall to the ground and deftly set her ablaze. They were too close to the village for Demon's comfort. He wasn't about to risk exposure or some widespread panick run through the country. When that was done he headed back to the castle, but he didn't go in.
Instead he headed off to the town that surrounded it. His mind immediately went to the reason he had begun to distance himself from everyone. His past was something he didn't normally allow himself to dwell on. Those rare occassions when he weakened just enough to let a glimpse in usually meant his downfall. Memories than flooded his mind. None of the memories were positive ones. No they were the stuff nightmares were made. He wasn't human however and so his nightmares were real and lived with him for eternity.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as his heightened hearing picked a terrified scream. It was only then that he realized it was no longer a cloudy afternoon. It was no evening, though still cloudy. He heard the scream again and this time followed it until he found a young girl and boy surround by drunk and his friends. The kids couldn't have been older than fifteen and twelve. They were both badly bruised andbeaten.
Demon could smell death in the air, but it wasn't the stale type from decaying bodies. This was a fresh death, and bloody one. He looked around, scanning the area until his eyes fell on a naked woman laying face-first in a pool of blood. The girl was kneeling beside the body, tears staining her face. The boy was standing in front of them, trying to stand his ground. His fear was palpable though. It was so obvious that the boy was determined to protect the girl and that the drunk man was no stranger to them.
In that moment, something dangerous happened. He was no longer the vampire he was today. He was the Greek general that was a legend on the field but a failure at protecting the ones he loved. Human and vampire didn’t register in his mind. The laws he lived his existence and honor by were all but forgotten, especially when the drunk aimed his gun at the boy. Demon stepped out of the shadows and in a flash was at the man’s side, ripping the gun out of the man’s hand.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he sneered, just before the drunk’s friends lunged for him.
Demon had their necks snapped in a matter of seconds, vaguely aware of the children fleeing. And the drunk running after them. Demon followed at a nearly human pace. His common sense was swallowed by a rage so fierce that anyone who knew him would probably have trouble recognizing him. No, Demon was on the hunt. Only problem was that he wasn’t looking for sustenance. He wanted an outlet for emotions he had left bottled up and untouched. This wasn’t a man or a vampire. This was a ruthless warrior that had been wronged horribly and hadn’t been able to deal out the proper justice to enemies. This was a man that had let vengeance cloud his moral code for a moment to long. This was a man who had cracked under guilt, betrayal, and fury — allowing vindictive desires and thoughts to run free reign.
Strategically, Demon had corralled the children into a rundown building that had long ago abandoned. The kids held little of his attention. His main focus was on the drunk, and with little warning Demon got to work. First, he ordered the children to leave, and once they were gone, he turned to the angry drunk. Without a word, he shattered the humans kneecaps. There was a sadistic satisfaction in hearing the man’s agonized screams and pleas, but Demon didn’t hear any of it. He just kept on going. He kept going, crushing every bone before finally killing him.
It was only then that Demon realized he wasn’t alone. He looked around with narrowed eyes, still furious, still not quite himself. It didn’t help that he couldn’t quite tell who or what was there. Scowling, he kicked the body at his feet into a far wall.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop you know,” he hissed.
