Post by rob on Aug 6, 2010 13:13:03 GMT -5
Alexander "King" Rano
Dragged you down below
Down to the devil’s show
To be his guest forever
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain’t on your side
Full Name: Alexander Rano
Nicknames: King
Physical Age: 22
Date of Birth: October 11th, 1341
Hometown: London, England
Current Residence: French Quarter, 1041 Royal Street, New Orleans, LA 70166
Occupation: Imports and Exports [Public], Arms Dealing and Slave Trading [Private]
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Unique [Vestige]
Affiliations: Evil/Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair: Black / Brown
Eyes: Blue / Black / Gray
Height: 6'0
Weight: 182 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Best Feature: Eyes
Worst Feature:Scar on his chest
Sexuality: Straight
Personal Style: Dark clothes, loose and comfortable, sunglasses
Face Claim: Ville Valo
Abilities:
Side Effects: The change affected King more than he could have ever guessed. The deity residing within him granted him immortality and greatly enhanced his natural abilities of strength, agility, stamina and intelligence. Then magical abilities came, too.
Eyes of Shadow: His eyes constantly change from blue, to black, to gray and then back again. The way the shift reminds one of watching the clouds in the sky, only faster. The only magical aptitudes this ability has is the resistance to sight and mind reading related magic and abilities, and being able to see in the dark.
Whispers: King has the capability of whispering to anyone, anywhere in the world so long as he knows their real name and face. The individuals receiving these whispers are the only ones to hear and know that they are coming from another source, but not what the source is.
Will the Dark: The one major ability King has is to manipulate and control natural and unnatural darkness. This comes as natural as breathing to him. It can become physical at his whim; allowing him to use it as a weapon or even to step on. The heavier the darkness, the more powerful his use of it is. Naturally strong lights such as the Sun desperately weaken this ability.
This mainly focuses on the ability to change the darkness into a physical presence, crushing anyone and anything that he desires. With this ability he can force darkness into a person and even crush them from the inside out. He can obscure vision with this ability in concentrated areas, creating a sort of preternatural fog. These areas are entirely selective by King, allowing him to focus it in a single area or spread it out over a field of darkness. Lights cut off this function and keep the darkness from spreading out into those areas, plus weakening his use of it. The only exception to this is moonlight, which neither weakens or strengthens his ability.
Personality: King is a twisted individual at his best. The change hit his mind much harder than he would have guessed. It has left him unstable, paranoid and delusional. He is cynical most of the time and skeptical of even the most loyal people. This often leads to irrational, unreasonable and unpredictable behavior and thought patterns.
Being very manipulative, there are almost always ulterior motives to his actions. Rarely can anything be taken at surface value when it comes to King. He has no problem using or abusing people. His anger is not easily drawn, but he is easily irritated. Wrath for him is almost a way of life. It is very difficult to subdue his rage once focused towards a person. His patience can be incredibly thin, unless focused on and kept under control.
Likes:
• Night
• Power
• Wealth
• Influence
• Smoking
• Inflicting Pain
• The Dark
Dislikes:
• Day
• Stupidity
• Pity
• Others being Superior
Strengths:
• Immortality
• Cautious and skeptical nature
• Amazing liar
• Controlling his facial expressions
Weaknesses:
• Unable to harm truly innocent beings
• Powerless to his true name
• Daylight seriously inhibiting his major ability
• Random bouts of insanity
Mother: Evelyn Rano [Deceased]
Father: Thomas Rano [Deceased]
Siblings: None
Others: All deceased
Bio: King was born in 1341 to two loving parents and was an only child. The two of them raised him to be a good and proper child until the age of seven. Only months after his birthday, a frenzied cult kidnapped the boy and planned to sacrifice him to their dark deity. All went according to plan until the very last moment. Alexander was sliced up with the knife at his chest, but this was not the sacrifice their deity desired. Appearing in a weak form, it slaughtered all of the cultists and then turned to the boy. Alexander knew he was dieing and so in a moment of true innocent, he offered the deity his body, asking for nothing in return.
This was the sacrifice of innocence that the deity had wanted and so he agreed, allowing his essence to fill the boy. While it was not much of a difference from the abyss that he had been locked in, at least this way he would be able to see more of the world and work to his own goals. The essence changed the young boy greatly. Even simply the fusion of this dark deity and the innocence of the young boy created a disastrous effect; the severe enhancement and peak of the Black Plague in 1348.
Alexander's mind was warped beyond reason during the merger. He was changed into something far different than the poor little innocent boy. It would be accurate to say that very little of the boy remained in tact besides his physical body as there was much more of the dark, hateful essence of the deity. Over time, he regained some control and personality apart from the god that made him feel stronger, but the deity remained.
Over the course of the five hundred years that followed, King amassed a fortune with slave trade and arms dealing. Any competition that reared their ugly heads were swiftly snuffed out, leaving much of the opposition to supply King or work directly for him. Then, for around two hundred years, he simply vanished off the face of the earth. The truth of the matter was that a slave had found a personal possession of his that had his true name within it. Using this, King and the deity within him were banished back into the abyss from which the dark god had crawled out of. This was one of the unfortunate side effects of merging with the dark deity; his name had become their name. No longer could he be Alexander Rano.
Circa 2008, a woman committed a terrible tragedy in London, at very same place he was banished, and killed her child. This spilled blood of innocence called back the fusion of Alexander and the Deity to the world. After ripping the woman apart, he found himself without any of the wealth or money that he had previously. Having learned of the changes of the time, he fled to the new world, the US, and found himself ending up in New Orleans. He has decided to continue his arms dealing, though this time with much more advanced weapons, and even dabbles in the underground slave trade. His desire for money and power know no bounds; his influence is beginning to extend. This time he made sure he destroyed all proof of his real name. This time he refuses to make a mistake.
RP Sample:
"TWO HUNDRED YEARS." King growled to himself and allowed his thoughts to run rampant about his imprisonment. That much time in the abyss had gotten to him, as this time he had a human mind, even if it was reinforced by the deified being. These years were spent plotting revenge and torture, but by the time he had been released, everyone had died. The sheer amount of time had left him somewhat deflated in his desire for vengeance. Instead, he was planning to continue the previous business that he had started. Arms and Slaves.
This morning was no different than any other; waking up with a twisted smile on his face at eleven-thirty in the morning. A nice brunch was waiting on him downstairs and he sat down at the table, only to have one of the servants accidentally bump into him. A quick glare that could have killed a man if he had such a gift sent the scrawny little man running into another room. King was left with a satisfied smile on his face.
He picked up the newspaper at the table and glanced through it a few times to find a little article about a guerrilla movement locally in Louisiana. With a brow raised, he snapped his fingers and another male servant entered the room and bowed his head. "Get the car ready. Business trip." He spoke in a monotone voice and threw the newspaper down on the table as the servant left the room. Shaking his head, he moved out of the room and into the large living room of the home, picking up his jacket and slipping on a pair of shoes. He might have been rich, but he had only been free for two years. This world took some getting used to.
This morning was no different than any other; waking up with a twisted smile on his face at eleven-thirty in the morning. A nice brunch was waiting on him downstairs and he sat down at the table, only to have one of the servants accidentally bump into him. A quick glare that could have killed a man if he had such a gift sent the scrawny little man running into another room. King was left with a satisfied smile on his face.
He picked up the newspaper at the table and glanced through it a few times to find a little article about a guerrilla movement locally in Louisiana. With a brow raised, he snapped his fingers and another male servant entered the room and bowed his head. "Get the car ready. Business trip." He spoke in a monotone voice and threw the newspaper down on the table as the servant left the room. Shaking his head, he moved out of the room and into the large living room of the home, picking up his jacket and slipping on a pair of shoes. He might have been rich, but he had only been free for two years. This world took some getting used to.
