Count Dracula-- Father

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Name:

Count Dracula (father)

Age:

While he can change his appearance to look young or old, he is 550 years old.

Gender:

Male

Species:

Vampiri-- can shift into any of his animals.

Group:

Lipitori Father

Appearance:

Eye color;; Black, but can be altered.

Hair color;; Chocolate brown, can also be altered. Wolf form is pitch black, and cat form is pure white.

Height;; 6'3"

Build;; slender, not packed with muscles, but not lacking either.

Extra;; still dresses somewhat old fashioned.

Personality:

He acts regal toward himself really, like he's the king...because he is. But, just because he can seem fat-headed doesn't mean it gets in the way of his ruling. He was once a great and victorious military general and possesses excellent leadership skills: he is organized, authoritative, and a fast thinker. He's very proud of his children and how well loyal they are.

Dracula also has a "nice" side. ish. He may have mercy on a select few of his slaves occasionally and he doesn't always push them to exhaustion...Sometimes he's really nice to some of his slaves and will lead them out of line to...lay...with him. A select few human females is all.

Besides his "nice" side, he finds that his children often look up to him as a bloodthirsty monster. However, while he does fit that role many times, he was human once and still possesses some of his humanity, by choice. He occasionally has struggles with his goal, with his work, and with his treatment towards others. Some times. Some times.

History:

Dracula was the son of Dracul, a famous military general, and like father like son, Dracula became an even better leader. He left his castle and his beautiful princess to go to war against the Turks. He slaughtered thousands and was famed for it. But a Turk sent a fake letter to the princess saying that her husband was dead in battle and she flung herself into the river. Dracula came home to a dead princess and he cursed off god, saying he would take the life from others just as God had taken his life and thus, he has had to rely on blood and has been forsaken under the sacred sunlight forever.

RP Sample:

It was another night that the count found himself wandering away from his hauntingly shadowed castle. As he floated along, the moon did its best to illuminate his weighted mind, but could shed no light on it. Perhaps that was what drew him to the lake, the fact that the moon was so eagerly reflected there with all of its light and regalness. The added luminescence from the glossy lake helped to lift some of the fog that pushed upon the vampire king, but he felt confined yet still.

But as his lifeless eyes finally looked up, they came across one of his slaves. Perhaps it wasn't the light of the lake that drew him, but her scent. Just then, a feeding sounded as though it could do wonders to ease his burden.

He could see as he silently drew closer that it was one of his younger slaves; this one in particular was used for feeding more than working, as she had a delectable mellowness to her blood that was soothing to him, and, he guessed, his other vampires as well. He supposed the taste of her blood was due to the self-inflicted lacerations that gored her arms. A vampire always had a way of feeling the emotions within the blood of their prey.

The shadow-walking count wanted to sigh, but could not, as he would give away his presence, no doubt. As much as he was required to keep up appearances for his children, he did not view them all as prey. He needed to feed just as much as the next vampire had to, however, the act of drinking blood had forever been a sacred thing to him. It was not merely taking the blood of a creature, as most of his children treated it as, but it was indeed an intimate ceremony, a bonding, a sharing. He tried not to let his face show as much.

He stood directly behind her now, her delicate shape looking as fragile as a wilted rose petal. The moonlight caught on her pale dress and played in its folds like a giddy child. A single murmur from her lips and he knew she thought she was alone.

"Beautiful indeed."

Other:

He is old fashioned himself, truly. He still possesses some of his chivalrous habits from his warrior days, and continues to speak and dress...rather stiffly or old-fashion-like.

Your name &+ Playby:

Miep, Gary Oldman! ^-^