Post by Rhoan MacAray on Nov 5, 2009 9:43:13 GMT -1
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage::
''Rhoan MacAray!!
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Rejected...since day one
My name is...bastard son
I've been damned...so many times I've lost count!
I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it...
Hold the press!!
Don't go wasting all your applause just yet, save some for Philly. They have been treading the floorboards for exactly 21 years and they have been totally Female!! She has been in the spotlight roughly Ages, and they're loving it!!
And now for the good stuff!!
We have a new kid on the block, going by the name of Rhoan Dean Falkon MacAray, but only their mother calls them that; you can call them Falkon, Rho, Ary! Rumour has it this Dude is a totally hoopy frood; so Mum's, lock up your daughters!! They've been cruising the streets of Edinburgh for 18 years now, after coming into this god forsaken world on June 21st.
Here's the vitals!!
Race:: Vampyre
Special Abilities::
Enhanced synaesthesia ; The ability to see sound waves as light and project concussive blasts
Adoptive muscle memory ; The ability to replicate any physical action after seeing it performed
Family:: The MacAray Family
Position in the Family:: Family of Blood, Second Family from the Alexanders
The physical!!
The hair:: Constantly messy, bronze in colour.
The eyes:: deep Hazel colour, almost gold.
The body:: Slim and very athletic
The style:: Erractic and Dangerous. Torn jeans and matching jackets, leathers... rarely ever wearing suits or tailerous items of clothing usually found within the courts.
The looks::
Rhoan is tall, around 6”2 and generally tends to walk around as if he owns the place. Most people avoid him in the streets as he doesn't look like the safe guy next door guy. In the courts it is pretty obvious he looks out of place, something he is quite happy with as it drives him family mental. And although he knows his old mentor Nathaniel would never admit to it in public or in private, he knows the old vampyres finds it amusing also.
The mental!!
The likes:: Music – due to his ability he is pretty much a master at any musical object her touches. Using the colours to guide him to a perfect tune every time.
Blood – although he has exceptional control over his blood lust for one so young, it doesn't change the fact that it is one of his loves.
Hunting – he loves a hunt of any kind.
The dislikes:: Closed in spaces – He still suffers from abject panic and terror when locked in.
Being alone with his Family – The are the reason he is quite seriously messed up, as such he really hates them.
Being viewed as son of the MacAray – Same reason as above.
The hopes:: To one day be able to leave the MacAray Family, To be able to live his own life once again, that his old family can move on without him.
The fears:: Closed in spaces – he will panic irrational if put in one of them – he never uses elevators.
Dead vampyres – the smell can set him into serious panic.
That people within the courts will realise that although he is sane he has many problems cause by his upbringing. Only a few people know how he was brought into the world and he'd rather keep it that way.
The talents:: Any instrument he picks up he can master in seconds, He can dance to any music – another latest ability caused by his Advanced synaesthesia. All forms of combat – partialy due to his abilities also.
The bad habits:: When he panics he back himself into a corner. Drumming his fingers to cause noise and his ability to wisp up. When some one makes a point that they can do something amazing with their body, for example dancing.. he will do it straight after perfectly to show them up.
The attitude::
Cocky, Arrogant, pain in the backside and generally; Damaged. A lot of his attitude is to cover for the fact he is prone to panic in quite a few situations. He is severely claustrophobic but doesn't like it being known as he is a vampyre after all. He can pretty much charm and talk his way out of anything and he is still incredibly intellectual, he makes sure that most people underestimate his intelligence.
The rest!!
The parents:: Henry and Paige Falkon (Human)
The siblings:: Edward Falkon (Human)
The others:: Adoptive Father – Albert MacAray
Sisters, - Julia, Alice, Denise, Caroline, and Emmaline MacAray
The social class:: Upper class
The history::
The first 18 years of Rhoan's life where seeming simple in comparison to what he is now looking at as the life before him. He had a mother and a father... even a younger brother to look after and torment depending on the time, he was set to go off to university to study advance mathematics. Something none of his teachers expected because Rhoan had always been a bit of a rebel. Always ditching class when he was bored and riling up other students when he actually showed up. On multiple occasions turning up to school drunk or with a bottle of whisky in his bag.
His school however was entirely reluctant to expel him. Purely for the fact that in most subjects he knew more than his teachers. They put his rebellion down to the fact the he was a genius lacking challenge and continued to piggy back of his intellect. Few people however on first meeting him will think him to be so intelligent, just seeing a brash young teenager, the kind you avoid for fear of mugging and the like.
He was accepted easily into Oxford University, not even having to attend an interview. Opting to live on campus he was set to have the time of his life college girl where nice new targets for him and freshers week was drawing near. This week however was what changes his life.
The MacAray family had 5 daughters, each had not found their mates and they where all getting impatient for it. Their father, Albert MacAray wished for them to find their mates to strengthen their house to be a strong contender for the throne.
Having exhausted practically all of the current vampyre population they where willing to look at the daughters came up with a plan. What if they hadn't found their mate because he was not turned yet. Every weeks the daughters each went out, found a man, brought him home, turned him an left them in a cell in their dungeons to make the transformation. If they where not a mate to any of the daughters they where left in the dungeons to rot and die. They kept their practices secret as this was against so many laws it was hardly worth considering. None of the Vampyres they turned knew what was happening to them, none of them knew anything and as such would awaken very confused and potentially incredibly dangerous. Their powers where never explained to them and this could also be immensely dangerous.
Luckily, however some one tipped of the Alexander's. However this was too late for Rhoan.
Rhoan awoke to the most disgusting smell he had ever been forced to bear, the stink of death hung so thick in the air it was palpable. His hands scraped across the hard stone floor and he blinked his eyes furiously to try and gain his bearings. Everything felt... weird. E could feel everything that much more, the stone had such an amazing texture and it was cold.. but it didn't chill his skin any. His Memoires of the night before where completely gone, lost in the traumatic event that was his siring. Again something that was against their laws – not that he knew anything of their laws.
When he finally got his eyes to focus everything was that much clearer and in so much detail he yelled in fright, bringing his arms to shield his eyes and slamming his body into the corner of the cell her was packed into. Under the smell of death and rot was the smell of spilt blood around him, that made him open his eyes cautiously again. Only to find the source of the blood was his torn shirt, coated in his own blood, too much blood to survive the loss of. His hands shot to his neck where the would must have been only to touch his unmarked immaculate skin.
Rhoan was in a panic, he slammed himself into the corner multiple times but not really feeling anything from the action, his mind was working to fast and was forcing him to register the bodies in front of him that he saw earlier. The burn in his throat was slowly driving him mad as he was suddenly starving, due entirely to the fact he was drenched in blood. Something which made no sense to him. The utter lack of sense of the situation was overwhelming him and he practically screamed for 3 hours straight and no one even came to check on him.
When he calmed down a little, his shirt torn free of his body in attempt to escape the smell of blood, the wall dented and crumbling from where he had thrown himself so many times before he'd curled up into a foetal position as far into the corner as he could possible manage. He had to open his eyes again, in the few meagre seconds earlier he had seen death and bars but he didn't know if he could trust that first though.
On opening his eyes again he was surrounded by bodies, dried up and seemingly clawing to get out of the cage he was in. Each of them seemingly died in agony, alone in this hell he had been dropped into. He noted that they each had fangs and each where coated in a bronze substance that he knew was long dead and dried blood. It was around about this time that he realised that he also had fangs. He spent the next few hours again shouting in rage and fear, not knowing what was going on and it was consuming him. The feeling of being trapped in seeped down to his bones and made the fear and panic all that worse. At this point it was likely he'd scream till he died of starvation having not even been provided with a first meal, not that he even knew he needed one.
He had no idea how long he had spent in the hell, there was no sign of the passage of time. Luckily a lot of it had been spent unconscious and in agony over the days he had changed. Not that he could remember any of it. Even his real memories where a hazy fog that he had to seriously struggle to remember, purely because of the way he had been turned was so traumatic.
The next time he stopped screaming was because of the colours. When he made noise colours would seemingly raise from it and float of into the atmosphere. He had no idea what it was but it was his only comfort in a world gone mad. Days later when he was near death from starvation he was laid out in his cell, as far from the bodies as possible, knocking a dislodged stone on the floor repetitively and watching the colours raise and wisp off around him.
That was the day Nathaniel Alexander had walked into the room and looked through the bars at what he suspected was a mad tortured new born vampyre. When Rhoan however raised his head, to see the first person in what could be considered years to the poor man, Nathaniel saw in his eyes that he was not mad, and that he was surviving. He could also see the pure anger and hate in the newborns eyes and one look at his body would show that he was starving.
Nathaniel strolled out easily and Rhoan went back to his stone, not expecting the man to return, for why would he? He had been altered some how and had been left to die in this cell surrounded by many, many people who had obviously faced the same fate as he. He was resigned to it now. That was until Nathaniel strolled back in with a girl in his arms, she looked terrified but that wasn't what Rhoan noticed, What Rhoan notices was that her neck and arms had small shallow cuts, causing her to bleed freely as she entered the room.
She was one the the MacArays most trusted human servants, the last of a long line of humans that had served them for centuries. She had not yet gotten pregnant so as to continue the line so she was very valuable to the family, and as part of the MacArays punishment she was marched into a cell, bleeding with a starving newborn who had been left for dead.
Rhoan didn't think, he didn't need to, his entire world shifted as the blood hit his nose as Nathaniel opened the door to his cell and threw the girl in. Rhoan stood for the first time in days and slammed himself into the girl, the sickening crack of her bones as his body smashed hers into the bars of the cage. He drank from her until she dropped down dead to the floor, incapable of stopping before hand due to his starved state. As the blood coarse threw his system the burn in his throat all but vanished. He stood and stared at Nathaniel for a moment who was obviously interesting in this revelation. Most vampyres in his condition would be screaming for more but Rhoan seemed to already at such an early point in his new life, have the control to be sated. If he had been treated properly Nathaniel knew he would make a good vampyre.
As such he left the MacAray house and took Rhoan with him, taking a two week break away from everything within the courts to make sure he understood he existence. Nathaniel was interested in his abilities and he learnt a basic control over them. He had very little issues concerning his blood lust, something Nathaniel was happy about for he wanted to return home.
At the end of the two week Rhoan and Nathaniel returned to thee house of MacAray. Still sore from what they perceived was their punishment they where polite to Nathaniel but where incredible icy, not even bothering with the pretence of niceties with him any longer. Which was when Nathaniel dropped the last bit of news on them. Rhoan was to be under their watch and they where to be responsible to their actions as If he where their son. If Rhoan's life where to end to soon Nathaniel promised that 3 of his daughters would be killed also, ensuring they wouldn't dare just do away with him the moment they left the house.
Rhoan still spends much of his time in London, away from their residential home in the country and his crazy family. He has pretty much picked up his rebel life where he left of and sincerely hates everything to do with the courts, being rather useless at the rules royalty abides by.
The rest!!
The RP sample::
Loki!
