Post by Dimitri Chevalier on Mar 13, 2011 6:03:46 GMT -5
†DIMITRI ACHILLE CHEVALIER†
W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?
full name: Dimitri Achille Chevalier
nicknames: Bones
birthday: November 22
age: "28" (200)
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
human or vampire: Vampire
social status: RogueY O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?
birth place: Évreux, France
parents: Luc Cameron Chevalier and Sophia Fitz Shrick-Chevalier
siblings: Only child
pets: Jock (Cattle dog)
other: ---I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.
eyes: Hazel
hair: Blonde
build: Slim/Athletic
other features ---I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.
likes:Fornication, women, thrill of the chase, screaming, begging for mercy, and the occasional cigarette
dislikes: Italian food, junkie blood, getting attached to others, clingy women, and loud noises
personality: Cold, cruel, and calculating are only a few words that can describe this sick and sadistic male. He holds no value for another's life and tends to view females as property. Mercy is a term that's hardly in his vocabulary. He shows little to no emotion, no matter what the circumstance. Once he has made up his mind, there's no changing it. He does have honor and morals, despite his overall, twisted personality. To some, he may seem impulsive, but he's rather intelligent and always tries to plan ahead, thinking of solutions to different, possible outcomes.
He's rather cynical and is overly cautious, believing the world is out to bring him down. He finds it hard to trust others and finds it even harder to believe another. To many, everything about him screams predator. He can also be described as a narcissistic with a flaring libido. He always finds his pleasure in harming others, refusing to give them peace until they draw their lost breath and of course, he drags it out. He holds a grudge and lets it simmer until it blows over. Ten to one, one he's angry, he doesn't care who he hurts in the process but when he's right of mind, he'll do anything any everything to get whatever his blackened heart desires.
strengths: Hunting, physical fitness, emotional neutrality, getting into another's head, and intelligence
weaknesses: Children, his mental instability, desparation, seeking companionship in all the wrong ways, and tending to get emotionally involved at the worst of times
fears: Getting attached to somebody
secrets: Not as evil as his facade implies
aspiration: To live a normal life and stop outliving those close to himS O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?
history:Born and raised on a farm, Dimitri believed he had nothing to worry about but then again, his father was raising him. That was something every boy wanted in those days. The boy had been told his mother had died during childbirth, but he would find out differently a few years later. In ignorant bliss, unable to afford schooling, he helped his father on the farm. While everybody else got to be surrounded by books and had the chance to relax, he was not only around his father all day and night, but he got the chance to do something he enjoyed. Around his tenth birthday, his father gave him his very, own horse. Granted, it was a nag, but he couldn't have been happier.
During the period of happiness, several, miniature battles raged around their small farm. By the time he was sixteen, he had been dragged into one of the many battles then came home to his father's rotting corpse. This sent him over the edge of insanity. He stormed out tob the leanto, grabbed the closest horse he could find, hopped on, and was off in a cloud of dust. For twelve years, he traveled on his own and steered clear of major, residential cities When he finally stopped, he had come facetoface with his mother. The sight of her both repulsed him and aroused him.
Before he knew what was going on, she had him pinned against the ground with her face buried in his neck. A soft whimper of surprise was soon stifled by a noise that resembled a moan as twin incisors pierced the tanned flesh of his throat. As she finished, he was nearly dead and his body felt like it was on fire. Eyes rolled momentarily in their sockets as he struggled to sit up. With a reasurring gesture, she helped him to sit up while a trembling girl stumbled over. He watched as she dropped to her knees and offered her throat. With his mother's soft words whistling in and out of his mind, he allowed instinct to take over.
He was pulled away and slowly, he stood in a daze. His head was spinning, and his mother was gone along with any signs of the female. He shrugged it off as simplistic delirium. So again, he mounted his horse and rode as far as it could take him. Weeks passed, months passed, years passed and before he knew it, he was on his way to a place known as Devil's Hollow. He stayed there, enticed by the simplistic feeling that there were others like him. The only problem was that he didn't know what he was so he opted to stay low, watching and waiting, allowing instinct to take over whenever his throat burned then over time, he grew used to it and even craved the life he was now living.K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.
experience: 5 years (almost six)
rp sample:
He stood suddenly and turned around. "The next fucking flash that happens, I'm going to start kicking some ass. Actually scratch that. My cowgirl payed for the ticket, so I'm just going to walk out. Have fun being idiots." He sneered as he walked briskly out of the room. In the main room, the local press were crowded around.
They were all waiting to get a piece of the newest sensation, Erik Thorne, lead vocals of Summer in a Day. He was bombarded with a series of questions. "Name's Erik Thorne, and you can kiss my ass. THAT can go on the record." He smirked and wandered over to the cashier from earlier, pecking her cheek lightly. "How's about signing me up for another movie, darlin'?" He purred.
She nodded rapidly. "How about Just Go With It?" She flashed him a grin, pecking his nose lightly. "We could just..go with it in the utility closet.." He winked and walked to the other room, settling down before the silver screen as his head lolled back. He was tired, but he wasn't ready to go home and face the music just yet. Truth be known, the poor boy was more than tired.
A quiet yawn left him. Brown hair was plastered to his face and his suit was clinging to every curve of his body. The movie was starting, and he was the only one in the room. Joy for small favors. He yawned and stretched, placing his long legs on the back of a seat that was right in front of him. He wasn't here to watch movies but rather to relax and get away from his manager. He began to doze off, allowing the voices to blur together.
He began to sing a song from Bon Jovi, keeping his voice low while the voices of the cast droned on in the background. He payed no attention and thought of it more or less as a chance to exercise his vocals with pleasant background noise that only added to his tenor. Trembling fingers fiddled with his tie. If he fell asleep, it wouldn't be the first time he had ever fallen asleep in a suit. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he stretched out his aching limbs. He couldn't wait to slide into the leather interior of his Mitsubishi Eclipse. That car was not only fast but its seats had seen a lot of action.
secret phrase: You get what you give.
