Post by Justinian Argente on Dec 6, 2010 8:43:00 GMT -5
Justinian Argente
[/center]nicknames:Prefers Justinian.
age:2,049
gender:Male
sexuality:Straight as an arrow
occupation: Clan Master
Species:Vampire
Group (pack, clan, ect.): American-Argente Vampire Clan
Residence: Penthouse on top of Pierre Hotel
played by: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
appearance:
Justinian Argente is not a hard looking man by any means. His posture and behavior when moving around are that of an ex-military officer, even though he has not been in any fighting force since the fall of the Roman Empire. Still, his air of authority remains with his composure, allowing him to maintain his role as the Seolfor clan master with ease.
His hair is always cut short, neatly topping off his face. When it grows long, he is often agitated by it, immediately choosing to barber the unruly mess. Unlike his hair, he bears a pair of strikingly grey eyes. They seem to pierce any target, remaining calm and steady even if he himself is not as calm internally.
Justinian is above average height for a man of his age- well the age at which he was changed at. He is extremely fit, not allowing his extravagant lifestyle to affect his ability to function by adding unnecessary weight. In addition to the aforementioned negative effect of being unfit, Justinian knows that being able to defend his clan at any time in necessary, especially with rival clans around the city.
When it comes to dress, Justinian is a very traditional, formally dressed man, who has never touched denim in his life. He prefers elaborate and ornate clothing, but has learned to keep his clothing more casually dressy because of the necessity to remain camouflaged in a city as large as New York.
The only thing that Justinian considers an inherent flaw in his appearance would be the scarring on his right hand. His right index finger was severely burned when he was still a fledgling, testing to see if the myths about his new state were true.
likes:
• Wealth
• Politics
• Power
• Control
• Sex
• Vampire blood
• Biting
• Being bitten
• Speed
• Fine wine
• Lavinia
• Dead werewolves
• Weak, submissive humans and fae
• Intelligence
• Cricket
• History
dislikes:
• Werewolves
• Humans and fae who think they are in control
• Loss of control
• Loss of power
• Arrogant men
• Prude women
• Cold blood
• Old blood
• Blood-borne diseases
• His hair being long
• Impatience
• Rain
• Dirt
goals:
Eliminate his enemies from the equation. To destroy all the werewolves until they are completely extinct. Stay in power for the rest of existence. To build upon this power by gaining control over his race. Beat the humans into total submission. Keep Lavinia with him, safe and sound.
fears:
Lose his power to any other vampire. To lose Lavinia. Have the werewolves, humans, or any other Clan gain power. Death.
personality:
Hungry; Justinian craves not only blood, but more importantly power. Often enough, he uses others for his own gain, especially when it gives him a leg up on the other vampire leaders.His power and bloodlusts make him a formidable foe when he needs or wants a certain goal- or person.
Protective; Justinian is extremely protective of his own clan, always willing to put himself in danger for the greater good of the Argente. Perhaps more strongly, he protects the woman he found close to death, Lavinia. This is not for just passion, but love. He's also a victim to fatherly love and protection where Laevinus is concerned.
Serious; He rarely jokes around with anyone, especially when it comes to the werewolves or revolting human. The only time he can seem lighthearted is after a meal, or when he is alone with Lavinia.
Old-fashioned; Needless to say, Justinian has difficulty adapting to the changing times. This is understandable considering he grew up in the time of the Roman Empire.
relatives:
Lavinia Blanche-Argente - Wife
Laevinus Blanche-Argente - son
Dorian Argente - Cousin
history:
Justinian was born several years before his second hand man, Dorian. The duo (cousins by birth) grew up in Rome, well the area in which Rome is currently located. The son of a head Roman official, actually the cousin of Julius Caesar himself, developed into a budding young military officer, even as a young man. His childhood was heavily influenced by Roman politics, letting him learn the hierarchy of the Roman government and how to manipulate and use people to his advantage.
As a young soldier, Justinian rose through the ranks rapidly, mostly due to his battlefield brutalities and lack of mercy. In the eyes of his superiors, this was a sign of a great leader, and they soon learned that he also had many more necessary skills to lead. He attained the highest possible rank within the Roman military, just reporting to the Emperor and senators themselves at the ripe age of 24.
While fighting Germanic peoples in the Empire itself, Justinian was unfortunate enough to suffer severely damaging injuries and his own troops were unable to recover his still living body off of the battlefield, although many did try and fail, losing their own lives in the process. Soon after the battle, weakened by injuries and exhaustion, Justinian collapsed and blacked out, only to wake up buried in the soil, craving the blood of his enemies, and, of his comrades.
Justinian had heard the rumors and old legends of blood sucking beings that lived during the night, and burned by day. Ever superstitious, he hid during the day, only once testing his theory, which resulted in a burn to his index finger, still scarred to this very day. His mercilessness helped him to adapt to his own state, feeling no remorse for the human beings that he fed on daily.
He lived in the fallen Roman Empire for a number of years, thoroughly enjoying his new lifestyle, although it was very restricting. His urge to see his family was present, though he rarely acted on his feelings, for he didn’t want to feed off of his own blood. This one rule of his was broken when he came across a cousin of his, several years than himself. Justinian had grown tired of his life without another person rather quickly, and even though he occasionally found solstice with women, he wanted a comrade. Dorian provided him with the perfect opportunity to have that camaraderie, so he chose to change his cousin, imitating what he believed was done to him several years ago.
Wanderlust began almost as soon as he grew tired of being near home with just Dorian to entertain him. He gave the ultimatum to his cousin and friend, that he was leaving and Dorian could come if he pleased. From there, he traveled all over Europe, witnessing the formation of governments and kingdoms, countries and continents. His world changed around him, as did his habits, the growth of big cities and capitals allowing for his life to be easier and remaining hidden from the paranoid humans much easier.
Justinian soon fell in the realm of English and French aristocracy, courting the daughters of lords and dukes. It was in this way that he amassed a great fortune, as the marriage to these women ended as abruptly as they started, with an untimely death or disappearance. He had no pity for the women.
No single place held him for long, and he studied with many of the great scholars, finding only minimal entertainment in the new fields of study developing each day of his life. The traveling that he did led to his meeting of many great people, artists, leaders, and the like. In addition to making connections, Justinian was able to master most of the languages of the world, as communication was key.
While in Moscow or in the area that is known as Moscow, Russia today, Justinian met his maker. The meeting was ugly, his maker being one of his former enemies, a member of the Germanic Army that captured his homeland. The man recognized Justinian immediately, trying to force Justinian in to servitude for the saving of his life. When Justinian refused, the man turned violent, desperate in his attempt to find some source of money. The subsequent brawl ended with an unconscious man tied to a tree, waiting for the new day, and Justinian the victor.
The year 1356 brought a new challenge for Justinian. He wished desperately for something new in his life, just a change from his usually flighty and inconsistent behavior. When he came across a young woman dying in an alleyway, he saw an image of himself dying on the battlefield and a strong, unexplainable and unusual feeling of pity welled up inside of him. Impulsively, he changed the girl himself, confident that he was performing the transformation correctly after his first success with Dorian.
Ambrosine was the closest thing to an annoying little sister Justinian had ever had during the first few years of their lives together. It drove him insane she wouldn’t listen to him, even though he was many years her senior, relatively of course. Her obstinate angered him many a time, but gradually, he felt a shift in his feelings, growing more towards the feelings a lover might has, as opposed to a caretaker.
Ambrosine’s transformation didn’t stop Justinian from travel ling, but instead he brought her everywhere he went, never wanting to part from her for very long. Luckily for the pair, his money lasted, despite the heavy spending that they both performed. Justinian tolerated Ambrosine’s unending passion for theatre. He would have preferred to stay at home and read, or watch cricket, but he went along with her love.
He wasn’t quite sure why he chose America to be his next destination after the last stop in Paris. It may have been the lure of the new country- well new to him- and the big businesses that were developing. The best decision he had ever made financially was to invest the remainder of his fortune in a new technologically based company, often referred to as Microsoft. The boom that the company underwent allowed him to live the lifestyle that he had always been accustomed to.
Justinian lives in a penthouse on top of the Pierre Hotel, adding up to a lovely price tag of fifteen million dollars. It is lavishly furnished with plenty of room for him to entertain his clan and Abrosine- now known as Lavinia.
The two were wed only recently, she moving from her own rooms at the Plaza hotel to his- permanently. He very much liked the idea of keeping her by his side night and day. Not long after that, on their honeymoon, the two came across a small boy-child. Justinian let his petite bride sway him into turning and caring for the boy as their own. It didn't take long before he was quite affectionate and attempting to give his son the best of everything.
your name: MC! (hammer?)
your age: 18
experience: A lot =)
Example:
Justinian had been off sorting out the matter of Damian with the likes of Dorian and Wendell. He wasn’t quite sure the punishment they had decided on quite yet. If he didn’t leave or if he wasn’t banished. The three men seemed to agree that the situation was very screwed up, leaving them with few options to act upon. Nothing would please Justinian more than to kill Damian, but that-regretfully- would not be one of the list of current options. Or so the trio had determined.
Then there was the matter of his disappearance. They seemed to understand that he needed to leave, though he had the feeling in his mind that they were still in disbelief. It was still hard for him to believe that he left in such a hurry, without even letting his dearest Lavinia know why he was going. Nothing could have been done to prevent the brief exit in his eyes, but he knew it was hardest on Lavinia.
When he had gotten the letter from Jean-Paul he had felt absolutely sick. The man was suppose to be dead years ago, hundreds of years ago in fact, but somehow he had come back from the dead. Well back from the supposed death that only the undead could endure. The man threatened his life. And the lives of anyone he cared about. Anyone he knew. So of course Justinian refused to tell anyone else. Now he regretted not taking Damian along with him. Maybe Jean-Paul could have killed him.
No one would ever get in between Lavinia and himself. Or threaten his clan- his family, which was now one member short. Not that he considered Damian his brother anymore like he once did. Somewhere in his head he knew he would feel odd, holding meetings and gatherings with the other members of Seolfor without Damian, almost as if he missed his presence. This was entirely nature, but repulsive to Justinian because of the events that had occurred since his return.
Justinian walked along the sidewalk, the icy wind making him shudder involuntarily. It was much warmer in Australia, though the nights were way to short for his liking, but the climate was extremely conducive to making sure that certain combatants are actually dead. Snapping Jean-Paul’s neck was satisfying, but he couldn’t even feed off of the man, the idiot seemingly hadn’t fed in days. Justinian would never allow himself to deteriorate in the way that Jean-Paul had. The man must have had a thousand and five hundred years to his existence. So much time to live and thrive, but instead he became a worthless piece of garbage, just like a piece of humanity.
Every so often his hand slid into his pocket, and his fingers wrapped around a tiny vial. He pulled it out as he walked into his building, nodding to the bell boy and stepping into the elevator, examining the small object. The brown-grey ashes slid around behind the glass encasement as he moved it around. Living- well dead- proof that Jean-Paul was no more and would never be again.
The bell chimed when he reached the last floor, and he pulled out his key, entering the hallway with one door, finally home again. He was extremely thankful that he was back, and just inhaling the scent of his home told him Lavinia was about, most likely already inside waiting for him. The prospect of her being just on the other side of the door excited him, making his feet carry him much faster to the entrance.
His key slid easily into the lock, turning and engaging the bolt. Justinian pushed the door open, first seeing Lucius Cesar’s tail flicking over the back of the sofa, then an extremely overweight, and very dead human chained to the wall. He knew this was a bad sign from the get go. Not only was the human diabetic- aka comfort food for Lavinia-, but she also had taken the time to hunt him. Justinian always compared Lavinia’s cravings for a diabetic to a human woman’s craving for ice cream when in agony. It was NEVER a good sign.
Justinian approached cautiously, clearing his throat to make his presence known. The screaming of the “heroine” on the television was ridiculous. They never even had a chance in real life. Just a hand over the mouth, or maybe some sort of cloth around the head, covering the mouth as they were restrained. Occasionally, if he deemed the human particularly useful, they would be knocked out and brought home. But only if they are deemed good enough to risk keeping. This rarely ever happened, as it was difficult to remove the dead humans after they had been exhausted of their usefulness.
“Hello my darling Lavinia.” Justinian moved to the front of the couch, brushing his hand against her hair as he walked by, then sliding a hand over the cat’s head lovingly. “Tough night?” He looked back over at the corpse, biting his lip and thinking about how he was going to get rid of such a large bulk. Maybe his piano would “break” again. He was sure the man could be shoved into the grand. They had done it before, with Dorian and Wendell in moving uniforms. It was the most efficient way to get rid of such a huge nuisance. No human ever seemed to look deeper behind uniforms, just accepting the authority or position and going about their lives and looking the other way.
He sat down beside her on the sofa, taking her hand gently in his and squeezing. “You know I’m here to take care of you lovely. I can feed for the both of us as usual.” He kept his eyes on her, tracing no particular pattern over her hand with his thumb. “I won’t leave you like that again.” With his free hand he propped up his head on the back of the sofa, his elbow bent at an angle.
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