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ElveraBasilisk
((Eeeeee. The excitement is real. I'm reusing Fare but I'm thinking of making another character who will likely be a lycan.))
Name: Fare Vanesdale
Race: Pureblood Vampire of the Vanesdale House
Lycan Guard:
Rumor say his guards are cursed. Yet most choose not to believe said rumors...
Age: Roughly 175. Appears to be in his very early 20's.
Appearance:
Fare is an extremely lanky figure, and towers over most, standing well over six feet tall(6'4 for reference). He sports muscles in his arms and chest that offer mediocre definition, enough strength to put a good solid swing behind a sword, and to overpower lesser figures, but nothing spectacular when compared to figures of equal or larger stature. His height alone is enough to intimidate a foe, and generally lends him an appearance that is more Lycan than pureblood. Fare's arms and legs both border on awkwardly long, and in his fits of anger they can often cause a certain clumsiness, making him far less accurate but no less dangerous. His legs are defined by a thin layer of the ropy muscles. A rather large pair of hands, even relative to his height possess long fingers that lend them a touch of elegance. Fare's skin is near sickly pale in color, and has heavy callouses over the palms of his hands. His skin also has a habit of stretching tightly over his form, giving him a sharp, rather bony edge. In short, it almost seems as if he can't use glamour at all. He always looks just shy of the mark of perfection, too thin, too pale, too angular.
Fare's face is sharp and bony, giving him an almost sickly thin, perhaps even starved appearance and also making him appear very harsh. His nose lacks the softer cartilaginous tissues, and the skin seems to be stretched over what would be the basic framework of a normal person's nose. This causes his nose to have a very sharp, upturned appearance. His cheek bones are high and well-defined and quite sharp, creating deep hollows in his cheeks. Fare's jawline is triangular, and stays very sharply defined going up into the bottoms of his ears, and back down into his heavily pointed chin. Fare's lips are thin and of a tone only slightly darker than his skin, and his eyes are a thin almond shape with severely pointed corners, adding a harsh edge to his gaze.
Fare's hair is a deep, pitch black that doesn't hold the typical red undertones of black hair, but instead shines with blue when exposed to light. It runs generally at a length akin to chin-length, though it really lacks any sort of uniformity. The pieces in front of his ears trail down past his chin, and those that fall over his sharply pointed ears stop about midway down them. On the left side of his face, bangs fall over the eye, allowing small portions of the three deep furrows that appear to have come from claws to peek out. His hair cuts sharply upwards as it crosses the bridge of his nose, allowing his functioning eye to go mostly unobscured by hair, save for the few stray pieces that hang lower than the rest. As his hair goes around to the back of his head, it remains slightly shorter than his bangs. Clearly his mangled eye is a sensitive topic.
Fare's eyes hold a general cold, serious overtone that hardly portrays any emotion. They are really rather unsettling, as they never give away his true intentions. But even more unsettling, is their color. It's a color that portrays his icy lack of compassion for humans, lycans, his own race, or any life at all. His one visible iris is filled with an unnaturally bright yet incredibly pale, icy, mint green that sends chills down one's spine, and rapidly darken into emerald and then a nearly-black hunter green along the edges. Though strange eye colors are not uncommon among vampires, it seems, something about his one eye seems off even to his peers in the vampiric court.
For casual wear, Fare keeps it rather simple, favoring mostly black for the sake of blending with the shadows in the dead of night, when he naturally prefers to launch attacks and move about. A baggy white blouse engulfs his shoulders and upper arms, and is forced into hugging his lower arms by strips of wool-padded leather wrapped from his wrists to just below his elbows. Three onyx buttons close the seam that plunges halfway down his sternum. Simple, black woolen leggings hug his legs, and supple, knee-high black boots with black leather laces and blackened silver plates infused with the thick leather encase his calves and toes. Fare's shoulders sport a deep-cowled hood that clasps with the silver Vanesdale snake and billows down around his shoulders to cover the white that drapes over his upper arms and chest. Around Fare's waist and shoulders is a harness of sorts that has one strap diagonally crossing his chest, and a belt-like strap that fits into the belt-loops of his pants. This harness holds various knives and daggers, as well as his beloved long-sword passed down to him when his father retired from military service, just as his father before him. On colder days, Fare wears a silk scarf with the silver snake of the Vanesdale house emblazoned on one end beneath his cloak. For battle, he has a lightweight black leather chest plate, studded with painstakingly polished silver, and wears a pair of thick leather greaves in place of his typical woolen pants. He always dons a simple blackened helmet to protect his already marred face and head. As far as formal wear, it generally varies greatly, and nothing other than drab, monochrome color and that infuriatingly overused silver snake remain constant.
Personality:
Aggressive, temperamental, rash. All are perfect descriptions of this militaristic vampire. He is merciless, and takes joy in seeing any form of pain inflicted on others. He loves blood, but he loves emotional anguish just as much. Although, he does try his best to hide this lust for pain among others of his kind, contorting it into what he makes out to be simply a twisted humor gained from years of minor military campaigning. In fact, he can make himself out to be rather charismatic in short bursts, but his brutish attitude and constant involvement in warfare tends to make other vampires squirm in his presence. He believes it is because they are softened by decades, even centuries and lifetimes of distance from warfare, though he does minimal killing himself in battle. Though rumors in the court suggest he involves himself in mercenary work in the off seasons of his campaigns. He upsets others of his kind with his roughness and seemingly uncivilized edge in high society, but it seems others put up with him because it means one less vampire has to leave high society to oversee military campaigns.
Fare very much hates high society, but delights in immersing himself in it to mess around with those who spend their lives in it. Though his brutish demeanor proffers an unintelligent aura, he has an intelligence he uses more for enjoyment than anything, messing around with high society vampires, who he considers to be extremely naive. Making up stories about campaigns and leading them on, playing minor, harmless pranks, and other small things he finds outrageously funny to use in pulling people's legs. He finds himself at an odd mixture of militaristic brute and psychopathic prankster. He clearly is slowly losing his grip on sanity.
Unfortunately his slipping sanity only worsens his uncontrollable temper and unpredictable fits of rage. Often they seem to have no trigger, although being questioned by inferiors or learning of mistakes by his servants and inferiors , even small ones can often send him past his tipping point, and is rumored to have cost quite a few lives. In these fits of rage he tends to lose himself and often lash out with such force that he puts enough strain on his body to take himself out of action for days at a time. These fits are so intense that much of his strain comes from wounds inflicted out of clumsiness in this thoughtless, raging state. He trains nonstop with the same vigor, and puts himself out of action via training as well. His biggest weakness is, in fact, this temper; he makes himself useless for days at a time, and in his fits he has no regard for, or knowledge of his own pain. Were the vampires a little more proactive, they'd probably put him out of service. However, unwillingness to irritate an esteemed line of pure bloods, and his effectiveness in his endeavors, has kept him cemented in his military rank.
Fare has, what were once a combined outer shell, and are now an undeniable qualities of madness and cruelty. He enjoys the sight of death and blood, and certainly enjoys being the cause of them. But most of all, Fare enjoys creating misery, be it emotionally or physically. He enjoys slowly killing his victims, torturing them, killing their family off in front of them, leaving the dead bodies at the doorsteps of their families. Fare finds amusement, even joy, in the absolute misery and terror of others. He is addicted to being feared.
Bio:
Grew up with extensive training in fighting and swordsmanship, and essentially spent everything after he was halfway matured accompanying his father on campaigns. In Fare's lifetime, rebellions have increased greatly, and so before that he was alone, a lot. He had the company of his father's servants, his father's half-human illegitimate son(now presumably deceased), and his first Lycan guard(now deceased), he never met his mother, who died in childbirth. However, eventually he began following his father on campaigns: taking down bands of roaming outlaws and putting down rebellions in the farthest reaches of the kingdom. It is hard to describe what Fare and his father before him functioned as. Their ranks could probably be compared to captains? They were granted small forces of anywhere from 10 to 100 men for the purpose of participating in relatively small-scale battles where they were meant to massacre their opponents. Due to lack of demand for military forces, over generations the Vanesdales came to be some of the highest ranking military officers to have actual combat time. With the death of Fare's father when he was around 75, due to severe bloodloss occurring during his final battle, Fare took his place as the leader of this group of mixed Lycan and common vampire forces. Fare fights side by side with his troops almost always, since his forces are very small, and those who die don't often get replaced. His numbers only dwindle, so he feels no able body can be spared. After his father's death, Fare lost 5 Lycan guards in 50 years. His most recent just died, and he now searches for a new protector.
Lean, 5'3'', woman with the appearance of a 20 year old. Her eyes are a shining gold, with sharp pupils characteristic of the vampires. Her hair is long, white-silver curls that run down the length of her back. She is often seen wearing purples, burgundees, wines, and lavenders. Her hips sit wider than her shoulders, though her shoulders are small in matching with her height ratio. Although she is lean, and muscles are vaguely outlined, there is a soft, painted quality about her skin that is characteristic of the vampire.
