Leland de Montreal
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Leland de Montreal COVERING THE BASICS HERE YOU COVER THE CRUCIAL INFO ABOUT YOU, THE RPER NAME OR ALIAS: Nate AGE: 16 GENDER: Male YEARS ROLEPLAYING: A little over 3 years AVERAGE POST LENGTH: Anywhere from, I guess, 200 to 400 words on a good day. WHERE YOU FOUND OUR SITE: Heard about you from a friend who begged me to join. (Great site by the way.) RANDOM FACT: I always make characters that are multi-ethnic. CONTACT DETAILS: Use my e-mail: NMan502@aol.comBACKGROUND INFORMATION HERE YOU COVER THE CRUCIAL INFO ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER FULL NAME: Leland de Montreal NICKNAMES: Lee A FEW NAMES IN PAST LIVES: Adriano Neuvo, Marquis Arkadyevna ANGELIC NAME: Simkiel • The fallen angel Simkiel is often depicted as not only a ‘coward’ but also the ‘deaf king’ of lies who could see and hear all. Next to that, Simikiel was associated with the technique of penetrating the soul just to get a better look of the real person inside the liar. In truth this fallen angel is known as the grand deceiver of man and beast. But not only was he the bringer of truth, he was also the bringer of prosperity. Who was also blamed for bringing music and philosophy to the first children of man. SEX: Male AGE: 24 BIRTHDATE: March 8th, 1985 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual ETHNICITY: Leland's family has Native American and Latin American ancestry. MEMBER GROUP: Croatan SCHOOL(S) (Years): Columbia University (2007-Present) IF IN SCHOOL, WHAT YEAR: Grad Student
APPEARANCE HERE'S THAT SUPERFICIAL STUFF FACE CLAIM: Wilmer Valderrama HAIR COLOR: Black EYES COLOR: Chocolate brown HEIGHT & WEIGHT: BODY TYPE: Slim/ Semi-athletic DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The scars on his upper back and shoulder blades. They have melded with the tattoos he has recently gotten for that very purpose. The tattoos portray a pair of intricately done wings. The right is as dark as nocturne and looks like the spiny, skeletal remnants of beautiful feathered flight. The left wing, on the other hand, is silver-creme, like snow-frozen over daggers, OVERALL APPEARANCE: Leland has a very ethnic appearance because of his ethnic background. His mother was Latin American and his father was Native American. The end results left their child with deep, striking features. He’s of average height and has a lean build. Leland has light tan skin and defined features. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown and fall under thick, sometimes bushy eyebrows. His hair is dark, jet black and he usually keeps it cut short. If once in the Blue Moon that it is long, he pulls it back and keeps it combed. His nose is a little on the broad side and his cheekbones are well defined, paying lineage to his Native American blood. His jaw is square and usually kept well groomed. His shoulders are broad and lead down to muscular arms with a pair of artist’s hands. His chest is what he would like to think of as the masterpiece of his body, it’s flat and muscular. His abs are well defined, showing the product of his rigorous exercise (hunting prey). His legs are long and muscular; proving good for a quick escape on foot or a swift kick. PERSONALITY YOUR CHARACTER BETTER HAVE ONE OF THESE! LIKES: •Writing. Leland has a natural affinity for anything of literature. From poetry to a novel, give him some inspiration and he shall give birth to a masterpiece. •Music. Leland, even from a young age, seemed to be drawn to music. He loves to hear the variations each artist makes to create their own subtle flavor. He listens to everything from Hip Hop to R & B to Alternative. •Drawing. Leland can't help but to pick up a pencil and a pad of paper to sketch from time to time. He usually only does it when he's bored, though. •Conversation. Leland loves to talk and sate his opinion. He has a fiery speaking voice that usually persuades others. •Reading. Leland has always been able to make friends, but he always liked the characters from books better. They're not as dangerous and can't leave you alone. •Sleeping. Who doesn't like to sleep? When there’s nothing else to do; Leland is going to catch some Z’s. •Finding true friends. Leland has come in contact with too many fake people in his life to not recognize genuine issues. •Women. He can’t help himself but be drawn to them. He usually has multiple sexual partners and doesn’t mind playing with Red Blood women every now and again for their bodies. •Sex. It comes with the women. He usually uses it as a precursor to his feast, a way to lure his prey into a content state(Before he devours them). •The thrill of the hunt. He can’t help but feel the jolt of pure pleasure of ecstasy when he comes in contact with his prey. The last moments of their life always burn into his memory, while the taste of the last drops of their life always cause his mouth to water. DISLIKES: •Drinking the blood of the innocent. It's delicious allure is something he can't withstand; but he hates to take the life of someone he did nothing against him. •Knowing there is no salvation for him. He will never find redemption: He's a monster and he's come to terms with it. He is constantly torn between his primal thirst for blood and his ever deteriorating morals. •Being a vampire. He hates what he is plain and simple. He hates the immortality for his life means nothing and he is just going through the motions of a life that means nothing. He was never to find salvation; and, now, knows he never will. •People who can’t mind their business. He is a very solitary unless you’ve shown him your trust. People who stick their nose in his business will usually lose a life. •Racism. It really gets under his skin because of his mixed heritage. When he was a Blue Blood the memories of his past lives came back to him with grim realization of how the color of your skin affects the way you are treated. •Humans. He can’t stand that they’re so weak and defenseless and so unworthy of their blessing. They could never be truly damned fro all the need due is to repent. Leland doesn’t have such a luxury and usually uses Red blood like disposable toys. •Other Croatans. You could call him a hypocrite because he feasts on Blue Bloods like all the rest of his kind but he sees other Silver Bloods as so…unorganized. He hates the way they attack and feast with no finesse, no style or cunning. To him they are just like their prey, flaunting their predatory status; but with no sense of prowess. •Bad sex. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Its one of the only other pleasures he can get out of life; besides blood. He knows he’s good at it and expects nothing less, if not more from his partner. •Manly women. He never saw any of their like when he was a Blue Blood and can’t really get into the habit of getting used to it. •Unruly children. The best guest is because he was quite unruly and rebellious his self. He really can’t take taking a good, long look into the mirror. HABITS/QUIRKS: •Rubbing his chin and goatee when he feels awkward or out of place. •Clenching and unclenching his fists when he’s pissed. •Rolling his eyes at nearly everything. OVERALL PERSONALITY: First, even though he likes to talk, it takes Leland a time to warm up to strangers. He has trouble letting anyone in because he fears they will betray him. He has lost everything that was good and meant something to him. He doesn't let people in because he doesn't give them the chance. Some might call him a loner but he likes to call himself an outsider. (Really he’s just a tough cookie to crack with a soft, mushy center.) He is still not like other Croatans, though, he feels for people, he just doesn't show it much.
He feels that there are billions of people in this world so that we can all be different. This falls into the categories of race, sexual orientation, personality, and so forth. He was always a good child, good student; he just always had a bad streak that slips out (frequently). He‘s definitely not gullible or a punk. He is too free-minded and free-willed for his own good sometimes. This usually would make him a prime target but he can hold his own, his sarcasm is one of the closest things he has to a vocation. Push him; he’ll push you back harder and a lot faster. He will probably kill you nowadays, though. He doesn’t see himself as reckless or arrogant; to him he just does what he does, thinks what he thinks, and feels the way he feels about things. He holds fast to what he believes in and will never back down from a challenge, even if the stakes aren’t in his favor.
Give him a reason or even a chance to speak his mind and you’ll hear it. When he feels something is wrong, he will speak out about it. Some may see him as reckless for some the extents he goes to prove his point or make something right, seeming not to consider the consequences of his actions or their affects on others. He can be passive when he wants to and hold his tongue. His passive nature is usually due to him sitting back and observing, then forming his opinion. He may also seem passive and quiet at times because half the time he either doesn’t care or isn’t listening. He may have a gruff exterior like he wants no one around, but it’s really a front. He will kick your ass if he has to but he would much rather just chill. He is easy going, open-minded and will give everyone their fair chance unless you give him a reason not to. Overall, he’s an optimist who will try to find the good in any situation and the best method of resolve.
He tries to be the best person he can but always seems to fall short. HISTORY YOU WEREN'T BORN YESTERDAY PARENTS: Father: Alejandro de Montreal, 45, invetsmen banker, deceased. Mother: Leilani de Montreal, 43, author, deceased. SIBLINGS: Serafina de Montreal, 16, deceased. OTHER FAMILY: Aunt: Alecia de Montreal, photographer, living. FAMILIAR None as of yet. CONDUIT(S): None, killed when he was corrupted. PETS: Anubis - an unknown wolf/dog hybrid that assumes in his Mutatus. HOW THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT THE COMMITTEE: Taken to a meeting as a young child, but doesn't remember much. And nowadays really doesn't care much. DESCRIBE THEIR CROATAN CONVERSION: Fed off another Blue Blood in defense of his parents. He found the blood so delicious that he couldn't pull away. He was in tears by the time the last drops trickled down his throat. POWERS THEY EXCEL AT: Consummo Alienari & Mutatio OVERALL HISTORY: Born the only child to Blue Bloods, Alejandro and Leilani de Montreal, Leland lived a well to do life in Manhattan. He usually got everything he asked for except what truly mattered. His parents though they showered him in privilege, used that to disguise the fact that they were never around. Holiday gatherings, family vacations, and unbearable dinner conversation was all that bund them together. When his parents were there was either a lifeless tension in the air or a nuclear argument going on. They all loved and cared for one another no doubt, but they just weren’t able to connect. It was the winter break of his Fresh man in college when Leland left behind his life as a Blue Blood. Per usual, Leland was pissed at his parents. Leilani had tried to stop the argument before it escalated, per usual, she was too passive to make any headway. Alejandro was furious at his son about ‘the biggest mistake he could ever make’. Leland was in love, his first true love. Her name was Aurielle an she as beautiful, and so smart. She would be the perfect daughter-in-law. But she was human and she knew nothing of Blue Blood existence.
Leland was upstairs in the upper level of his parent’s loft, which was pretty much his own private apartment. He had his on room, kitchen, and bathroom. He was online, talking to Aurielle. She was trying to diffuse her lover's rage. She wanted to know did he want her to come over; and he said 'yes'. He thought it would be the perfect way for his parents to realize how wonderful he was, how much she meant to him. His parents were occupied at the moment; downstairs throwing a giant Masquerade party for most of New York's Blue Bloods. After the party was over, Leland would tell his parents that he planned to tell Aurielle everything. And he knew she would understand, he couldn't help the way he was born. She had always said, "I'll love you no matter what." At that moment though, Leland was trying to decide what words to say to his parents.
After the party ended at about midnight, and people were shuffling out of the house Leland made a call to Aurielle to come as soon as she could. He didn't want to give his parents the chance to get away. It took abut a half an hour for all the partygoers t leave and that's when the doorbell rang. Her heard Leilani ask "What are you doing hear?", followed by her scream. He thought she was just being melodramatic about Aurielle having the audacity to come to their home. That was until he saw Leilani lying on the ground, her sapphire blood pooling underneath her. Alejandro had taken on the form of a tiger, his Mutatus. He was holding his own and even took an attacker's arm of. That was until the Black Fire touched his body. He was gone within seconds, nothing to mark is passing but the anger that welled up in Leland. Leland lunged at the intruder, his fangs already out and deadly.
He grabbed them by the neck and sunk is fangs deep into their jugular vein. The liquid that drained into his mouth was like fire coursing through him. He thought the attacker had been a human. But that was only one of them, the one who had held the Black Fire weapon. The one Leland was feasting on was a Blueblood, and his Sangre Azul was both exquisite and explosive. Leland knew the second the first drops went trickling down his throat that he would become one of the dreaded Croatan. He couldn't stop feasting, he wanted to but his rage was too much. That and the power of drinking from a Blue blood was just too much to pull away from. This one's gift was Consummo and now Leland owned his power. As the last gulps quenched his anger, tears ran down his cheeks. He cried for himself and the person now trapped within his mind.
He had lost everything. His home, his parents, his humanity all of it was gone. He felt as empty and drained as the body he let fall to the floor. He got a better look at the victim, his victim as the body slumped on the ground. He recognized who it was. He was Kessler Stark, his father's greatest rival in his firm. Why would he have gone as far to kill Alejandro and Leilani was a mystery to Leland. He had to time to think about it anyway, the doorbell rang. And with the door still ajar, it opened and Aurielle came in.
Hr face was contorted into a mask of horror as she saw the room before her. She saw her lover, covered in blood, Blue blood at that, and standing the epicenter of death. She couldn't fathom what he was, fangs protruding out of his mouth and his eyes nearly glowing. She could only say one thing, "What are you?" Leand turned, reaching out to the last thing he had left. Aurielle turned, and ran. Leland shifted instantly into his Mutatus, a wolf/dog hybrid it’s fur as dark as midnight. He ran after her, quickly catching up to her. He shifted back as soon as he was beside her. He tried to talk her down, tell her what he was. But her heart was racing, bounding so loud. She had already made her judgment, she saw him as a monster. She shrieked, and he knew that then she had abandoned him too. He lunged and was upon her in a second, her ripped open her neck without even a second thought and drained her, the last of her life draining out on the pavement. He realized now that she was just a red Blood, cattle for the Blue bloods who were just cattle for himself. They were all prey, and they, the humans, were the weakest in the link, disposable. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE SIMPLE RIGHT TWO PAST POSTS LINKS: 1)http://z6.invisionfree.com/Xmen_RPG/index.php?showtopic=7505 2)http://z6.invisionfree.com/Xmen_RPG/index.php?showtopic=5635&hl= (I play Panacea) ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
| QUOTE | His hunger was becoming insatiable. Leland knew he was to come to this crossroad soon enough. He knew he could only stave off the nearly demonic nature of being Croatan so long. He needed to feed...and very soon. Sun was setting gloriously on the madness of the metropolitan. The last rays spanning across the sky were streaks of lustrous reds. He couldn't help to look and think: The sky even bleeds. Corporates in their pressed suits hailed cabs to hop into to race back home to their polished, perfect lives. Oh how much he hated them. He hated their privilege. Not long ago he had what their children undoubtedly had: everything. He had everything, once, and nothing at all. His parents took care of him. They gave his pitiful ass everything he could have ever asked for. But the missed the most finite things about the parent-child relationship. He knew he was a Bluebloods, at least he was back then, he knew they weren't really his parents. But he loved them as so. A least, he started off so. But they were cold, icy statues that never felt anything, never aged.
They would race off to parties and vacations and their stupidly extravagant Masquerade balls and never think twice about Leland. Even back then, Leland never quite fit the mold. He loved being immortal, knowing he would never die. But he yearned to be human, their lives actually meant something. They lived only once; they had a chance him and his people never would. Mortals could change the world, be influential. They were recycled garbage from centuries past, hiding in the shadows of a concrete jungle. They could never show themselves to the public. He hates humans for that chance, that rare gift. That's why he devoured them, no matter how much he hated what he was becoming. They knew nothing of what their lives meant, how precious they were. Bluebloods, ugh, they on the other hand were pompous, rich zombies only kept going by the ancient Sangre Azul of whatever fallen thing they were at the dawn of time. They were imitations, frauds and so damn prideful over their preternatural nature compared to mortals. They flaunted it, the power. And that's why he feasted on them, not because he was a monster. Because they deserved it: to finally become powerless.
Leland stayed in the building waiting along time. His hunger built upon itself again and again as he waited like an addict ready to receive their next fix. He waited until the moon heralded her presence in the eastern sky. He wanted until the blood sang to him like a symphony. His mouth watered as he saw her walk up the street, so secure in herself. Her ass swaying back and forth like the pavement was her own personal runway. He would truly enjoy feasting on her. He raced down the fire escape, not wanting to take the chance of losing her by taking the elevator. A good predator never loses it's prey and he didn't intend to. He licked his lips as he saw her traipsed her slender self into the shadowed veil of Central Park. This hunt was to be very, very interesting.
He walked into the shadows of the flora and shifted quickly. What came out of the bushes was large, wolf/dog hybrid with a lean build and powerful jaws. He raised his snout into the air and took a quick, centering, whiff of the air. She wasn't far from him, going down the path. He could tell it what she was very easily. Blue Bloods smelled like nothing at all, just where they usually went to. Their bodies were nearly born dead and produced no real scent. They smelled like marble, plain; but shrouded in whatever scented perfume they applied on themselves. He could smell what she was. He could track her, and, above all else, knew just what kind of power her blood held. He wanted her blood, needed it. And she would just be one less hells-pawn left on Earth.
Leland found he caught up to her quickly, not using the inherent speed all vampires had. He found it unsporting and that it took all the fun away from devising the plan of attack. e thought it good to play to his strength, and used deception. He sauntered over in his mutates, looking like a sweet lust dog. He wondered over, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth like the common mutt. He saw the instant her face changed and he knew he had her by the sweet smile she wore. He came over, smelled at her foot, and to put the icing on the proverbial cake, rubbed lovingly against her leg. She bent down and scratched behind his ear. It was now that he saw how beautiful she really was that he thought about another itch she could scratch. He thought to himself to take care of business and worry about his loins later. He rolled over on his belly, taking full adoration to her pampering. That's when he struck, he shifted as quickly as he possibly could and grabbed by the by the neck. He broke her neck to make it quick and then sunk into her. It was just how he had imagined: it was too good to explain. It was fire, transcendent, royal and luscious as it raced down his throat to sit in his belly. After he drained her, he discarded her into the little pond and turned his back to her.
This was the part Leland hated; to live with himself afterwards. To know what he did could never be undone. Her Sangre was gone; she could never come back. She was his victim. And for a sliver of his life he had been God. But now that was over. To feel her pain as she thrashed around in the new prison that was his soul. He was like an addict as aforementioned. Now, the high was gone and he had to live with the grim reality. Now, he was dealt his penance. |
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I'm done with my appliction. (Finally) Sorry, it took so long but I've been having a lot to deal with lately. I will make any need revisions because I know there's probably alot.
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BE KIND REWIND PLEASE JUST MAKE THE FOLLOWING EDITS. Nate, You're off to a great start with this...but you've got a few grammar/spelling errors.
"Women. He can’t help himself but draw them in the way them do to him." <- I'm a little confused by this. Was it supposed to be 'in the way they do things to him'?
All of the likes and dislikes need an explanation, please.
"Taken to a meeting as a young child, but doesn't remeber much. And now a days really doesn't care, trying to stay off the radar." <- remember? and 'their radar'?
"they showered him in privelege, used that to guise the fact" spelling...and disguise?
"Leilani had tried to stop the argument before it escalated but, per usual, she was too passiv to make ay headway. Alejandro was furious at his son about "the biggest mistake he could ever make". Leland was in love, his first true love. Her name was urielle an she as beautiful, and so smar." <- spelling. Passive, smart...and any.
"Leland was upstairs in the upper lvel of his parents loft, which was pretty much his own private apartment. He had his on room, kitchen, and bathroom. He was online, talking to Aurielle. She was trying to difus her lover's rage"<- spelling, and a descrepancy on the name of the red blood.
"leland wouldtell his parents" <- Capitalization, and use of spaces between words.
"She had always said, "I'll love you no atter what." " <- M...on the matter. "for all the party goers t leave and that's when the doorbell rang. Her heard Leilani ask "What are you doing hear?", " <- partygoers is one word. Also, 'to'. Hear should be 'here'.
"He washolding his own and even took an attacker's arm of." space bar! And do you mean, 'off'?
"his one's gift was Consummo and now lelnd owned hispower. As th last gulpsquenched his anger, tears ran down his cheeks. He cried for himself and the person now trapped within his mind." <- check out space bar, capitalization, misspellings, and possibly clarity of meaning, please.
"Hr face was contorted into a mask of horror as she sw theroom before her. Sh saw her lover, covered in blood, Blue blood at that, and standing the the epicenter of death. She could't fathom what he was, fangs protruding out of his mouth and his eyes nearly glowing. She could only say oe thing, "What are you?" Leand turned, reaching out to thelst thing he had left. Aurielle turned, and ran. Leland shifted instantly into his mutatus, a wolf/dog hybrid ith fur as darkas midnight. He ran after he, quickly catching up to her. He shiftd back as soon as he was beside her. he tried to tal her down, tell her what he was. But her heart ws racing, bounding so loud. She had already made her judgement, she saw him as a monter. Her pulse was so...delicious to him. She shrieked, and he knew that then she had abandoned him too. He lunged and was upon her in a second, her ripped open her eck without even a scond thought and drained her, the last of her life draining into him." <- spell check this entire paragraph.
And on that last paragraph (see above), if he's a Croatan, he wouldn't kill her. Red Blood is poison to them, so that's impossible because he would be dead, then.
Blue Blood(s) is two words.
Also, spell check your Roleplay Sample, please, I noticed some mistakes when going through it.
If you have any questions, let me know, okay? You can shoot me a PM. By the way, I'm Jenn. You can call me Jenn.
Please post when you've completed the necessary edits. Thank you!
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Credit for sig & av to Miko. Again. <3
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I have made all the necessary changes/revisions.
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