Post by samuel norcross on Mar 21, 2010 21:31:18 GMT -5
ALEXANDER VOLTURI ,
"Born in the summer of 1618, Alec, and his twin sister Jane, were born a day apart, as Alec was born at 11:48, and Jane was born at 12:10. Growing up, Alec was always more compassionate, whereas Jane had a taste for mischeif. Alec looked up highly to his father, a protestan minister, and mayor of thier town in the Netherlands. As he grew, Alec found a great comfort in the church, and went to practice almost everyday, even hoping one day to become a minister. He grew to be a very handsome boy, and by age ten, had become engaged to a young woman named Nicolina.
For centuries, the little village had avoided the Spanish Inquistion taking place in the large cities of thier country, until the year the twins turned sixteen. Upon this time, a few criminals burnt down Alec's father's church, and eventually the family was forced into hiding altogether. The leaders of the Inquistion lied to the town, telling them the pastor and his children were witches, and needed to be found and killed. Alec and Jane were pulled from a cellar and placed into prison, to await a trial. Thier father and mother, whom had hidden in another part of town, were later captured. Alec's father was killed on the spot, and thier mother killed herself when she was taken by a leader as a slave.
Jane had become incresingly bitter twords the world, but for the most part, Alec kept his cool, only showing hatred for those who had wronged him. At his trial before the tribunal, it was said that his sadist of a sister was already dead. Alec collapsed to his knees and wept in front of the entire court, telling them that eventually thier actions would come back to haunt them. Alec was sentenced to death, and was brought back to his room in chains. Sometime in the night, Aro came to him. He was a man Alec rembered so because of his extreme beauty. He slaughterd the guard at Alec's door, and, Jane at his side, carried the badly beaten boy back to Italy. Alec almost didn't survive the trip, and was changed in the carriage back. He doesn't remeber the days before this.
Upon his arrival to Italy, he was taken to Marcus, and trained in the ways of the vampire. He accepted what he had become and prospered in the new oppurtunitys presented by his new family. With his gift, sensory deprivation, he became the favorite of Marcus, because of his extreme sense of compassion when it was neccesary. He said Alec was a brave boy who knew the time and place for every action. Marcus eventually nicknamed him "Alec" which means 'Defending man' both for his gift, and his protective nature. he lives in Italy with the Volturi.
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hiya! i'm zach and i've been roleplaying for an amazing year and a half! pretty awesome, eh? anyway, i've read the rules - because the password is ADMIN EDIT! ! i know, i know, i'm amazing. hold the applause. so, you question whether i'm worthy? here's a rp sample.
Alec is a fairly brooding person, and tends to spend most of his time on his own, or with a very close friends. Upon first glance, you would guess that he is a vicious and cruel person, but it is not so. When away from work, he helps Aro in the gardens, writes music and poetry, and just lives the life of a normal human, save for the drinking of human blood.
While Alec does enjoy his place with the volturi, he tends to try to avoid being cruel as much as he can. As a human he was compassionate and sweet, and is curious about what happend to his former self. He trys to look to the good parts about himself, but can never get past whats bad.
RP sample: Seth ran his fingers gingerly over the old book, afraid to rip the pages. The bible in his hands belonged to his father, and it was of great value to the family. Bound in black leather and encrusted with a large gold cross, it was the most beautiful thing Seth had ever seen, and, as a child, he would stare at it for hours. One time, he was caught in his father's study, staring, and his father simply lifted Seth to his knee, and read from the first story. He then kissed Seth on the head, and allowed him to take the bible, and put it somewhere special. The last kind gesture he had known, and it was now in his lap. Home was further. Hundreds further. He had no contact like most kids did. No contact to that little wood sided blue house with blue shutters. No contact to the mint green fence, the chipped paint that falls off in your hand as you touch it. No contact with all he had ever known. His mother refused the children a phone, except to talk to relatives on birthdays, and even Mama barley used it. She spent her days teaching the girls how to cook, while Papa was out at the church, Seth taught the boys to be men.
He had to chuckle at that thought. If Seth was not even a man, how could he teach the others to be? He couldn't. he gave his siblings odd jobs around the little farm. Move that bail, muck that stall, feed this horse. It was all very simple jobs. Then, Seth would set to the rest by himself. Tilling the fields, seeding the fields. He had one person to work with, and only on the days the family could afford to pay them. No. Life here was better. Easier. He could do as he pleased, after class, and as long as it wasn't illegal, or sinful. The sinful rule, he did his best to ignore. He wanted to date, he wanted sin. Anything that would make his father angry, was what he wanted.
Seth hated the man he called Pa. It wasn't a little hostility. it was Pure, blind, unlimited Hate. But Papa deserved hate. He deserved some much more than that. He deserved to know the error of his drunk slurs, shouted at children too young to know left from right. To know that everyday in school. Seth had to lie in front of the whole class because his father had tried to become violent at Mama. His father had locked him in the shed in the snow. His father. Not his Papa or his Daddy. Father. A Papa is someone who wrestles for fun, someone who dances on the garden plots with Esther when she was four. Played in the creek with his children in the summer. No. Papa was dead. make room, for Father.
Seth Sighed, and returned to the book, flipping through to Mark 9:14, and began reading the passage
While Alec does enjoy his place with the volturi, he tends to try to avoid being cruel as much as he can. As a human he was compassionate and sweet, and is curious about what happend to his former self. He trys to look to the good parts about himself, but can never get past whats bad.
RP sample: Seth ran his fingers gingerly over the old book, afraid to rip the pages. The bible in his hands belonged to his father, and it was of great value to the family. Bound in black leather and encrusted with a large gold cross, it was the most beautiful thing Seth had ever seen, and, as a child, he would stare at it for hours. One time, he was caught in his father's study, staring, and his father simply lifted Seth to his knee, and read from the first story. He then kissed Seth on the head, and allowed him to take the bible, and put it somewhere special. The last kind gesture he had known, and it was now in his lap. Home was further. Hundreds further. He had no contact like most kids did. No contact to that little wood sided blue house with blue shutters. No contact to the mint green fence, the chipped paint that falls off in your hand as you touch it. No contact with all he had ever known. His mother refused the children a phone, except to talk to relatives on birthdays, and even Mama barley used it. She spent her days teaching the girls how to cook, while Papa was out at the church, Seth taught the boys to be men.
He had to chuckle at that thought. If Seth was not even a man, how could he teach the others to be? He couldn't. he gave his siblings odd jobs around the little farm. Move that bail, muck that stall, feed this horse. It was all very simple jobs. Then, Seth would set to the rest by himself. Tilling the fields, seeding the fields. He had one person to work with, and only on the days the family could afford to pay them. No. Life here was better. Easier. He could do as he pleased, after class, and as long as it wasn't illegal, or sinful. The sinful rule, he did his best to ignore. He wanted to date, he wanted sin. Anything that would make his father angry, was what he wanted.
Seth hated the man he called Pa. It wasn't a little hostility. it was Pure, blind, unlimited Hate. But Papa deserved hate. He deserved some much more than that. He deserved to know the error of his drunk slurs, shouted at children too young to know left from right. To know that everyday in school. Seth had to lie in front of the whole class because his father had tried to become violent at Mama. His father had locked him in the shed in the snow. His father. Not his Papa or his Daddy. Father. A Papa is someone who wrestles for fun, someone who dances on the garden plots with Esther when she was four. Played in the creek with his children in the summer. No. Papa was dead. make room, for Father.
Seth Sighed, and returned to the book, flipping through to Mark 9:14, and began reading the passage
this gorgeous thing was made by ( immortal t e e n ) of Caution 2.0. steal? HELLS NO MAN. she's bite you. hard.
