Giovanni Gore

[rider]

001. NAME• Giovanni Gore
002. NICKNAME• G, Gio, Van, Gore
003. REAL AGE• 169
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 45
005. BIRTHDATE• February 13th, 1841
006. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?• Portsmouth, United Kingdom
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Animals and bloodbanks... Humans only if necessary

001. YOUR FACE• Michael Clark Duncan
002. HAIR• Bald
003. EYES• Very dark brown, near black
004. HIEGHT• 6'9
005. WEIGHT• 315 pounds/142 kg
006. BODY MODS• The majority of his back is covered in scars from being whipped when he was young - due to this being from before he was turned, they will not heal.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Owns and wears a selection of black and grey suits of varying shades in both casual and formal conditions. He Frequently wears these with a black leather trench-coat, and often carries a large silver cane. This however is purely aesthetic, though the handle is a large solid steel ball that can be used in a mace-like way.

001. LIKES

• Fighting
  
• Honourable people
  
• Humans, surprisingly
  
• Winning
  
• Weight training
  
• Helping people
  
• History
  

002. DISLIKES

• Thieves
  
• Liars
  
• Cowards
  
• Women-beaters
  
• Dis-honourable fighters
  
• Anger management classes
  
• Guns
  

003. FEARS

• Loss of loved ones and those few he calls friends
  
• Losing a fight
  
• Dying outside of arms reach in a fight
  
• Getting out of shape - not being on top of his game, as it were
  
• Spiders. Arachnophobia.
  

004. STRENGTHS

• Stronger than even the normal vampire
  
• Holds a surprisingly large knowledge base
  
• Chivalric and honourable
  
• The pain that he can feel, he has conditioned himself to ignore
  
• One to stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, no matter what species they may be
  

005. WEAKNESSES

• Chivalric and honourable to a fault - For example he will never hurt a female unless his life is in danger and he will never "Kick a guy when he's down"
  
• Very, very short temper
  
• Easy to provoke
  
• Substantially slower than most other vampires
  
• Extremely susceptible to emotional pain
  

006. ODDITIES

• Abnormally large frame
  
• Still enjoys drinking alcohol, though it bears little or no effect on him
  
• No matter the situation, he will always be seen wearing a smart suit
  
• He can be really quite clumsy at times
  
• Loves children of any species
  
• Despite his intimidating frame and short temper, he can be a very kind person
  

007. ORIENTATION• Straight
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• In general Gore follows the old Chivalric Code, with elements of Bushido and other honour codes from across the world thrown in.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• While his large frame and incredibly deep voice may make Giovanni rather intimidating, he is actually kind of a nice guy. Though he was brought up to fight, and fight to win, he is something of an intellectual. He has a broad vocabulary and a smart dress sense, and he always looks respectable in public.

He has an innate ability to fight though, and that overpowers all other parts of his personality. His temper is more than fiery, able to break at the smallest thing. And generally when he breaks, most things in the vicinity break too. Despite this Hulk-esque anger problem, he still holds true to the ideals that were ingrained into him as a child. He holds a black-and-white sense of right and wrong and views the vampiric condition as more of a curse than many other vampires do. As such he will only drink the blood of a human in the most dire of circumstances, and even then never the blood of a female.

He strongly believes that intentionally harming a female of any species is one of the most cowardly things a man can do in his life, and as such will not harm a female at all unless his own life is in danger. Due to his massive size he can find it distinctly hard to make any friends, and he values those he has like no others would. Because he was brought up to believe that there is no second place and no "chickening out", in a fight he will almost always stay put when the wisest decision would be to flee. He dislikes people who use ranged weapons such as guns as a whole, seeing them as cowardly and dishonourable - as such, he will never use them personally but has no qualms with fighting alongside users... they are useful, after all.

He loves children, believing their innocence and naïveté will be the saviours of all. He is also incredibly envious of humans, due to their ability to die at any time. He especially enjoys quoting this particular line from the 2004 film Troy: "The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now, and we will never be here again."

001. PARENT ONE• Ola Gore, deceased slave
002. PARENT TWO• Valencia Gore, deceased slave
003. SIBLINGS• None
004. PETS• None
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW• Born in America to a slave family, Giovanni was singled out from a young age due to his large size. At age five he was put to work on the cattle ranches with the rest of his family Even at this much of a young age he was frequently whipped for various offences - from stealing food to fighting with the other boys on the ranch. His future looked bleak, as it did for many African-Americans at that time. He was never educated, something which may have spurred his effort to become so later in life. When he reached his teenage years things began to look up for him (or as far "up" as things can look for a slave boy). At 16, he was nearing the height of the other adults on the ranch and due to his work schedule that mostly consisted of hauling hay-bales up and across the fields, quite a large amount broader. He became a favoured slave, and won his ranch owner a good number of prizes for bare-knuckle fighting against other slaves and rich white men.

This caused him to become very adept at fighting, as he was whipped harder than normal if he lost a fight. This proved to be a very good stimulant and he soon became the champion slave fighter of his area. His owner was not ungrateful for this fact, and he was allowed to earn a wage for his fights (though it was negligibly minuscule) that helped him support his aging parents. In 1861 however, all this changed. The American Civil War broke out, and unfortunately Gore's ranch owner quickly joined the Confederacy. Conditions on the ranch toughened considerably, factors that caused his mother to die of Consumption (Tuberculosis) and the lynching of his father by the ranch owner after being falsely accused of raping a white woman. Gore rallied his fellow slaves around him a few nights after this and stormed the ranch complex, beating the ranch owner to death with his bare hands. It was here his utter following of the old chivalric code was embedded forever when he grabbed a revolver from the table and shot three fellow slaves who were attempting to rape the owners wife. He quickly gathered the slaves, women and children in the compound and set off for Union lands, where he believed they would find safety.

Their spirits were high as they marched, armed with what farm tools they could find. On the trip he had a postcard-size portrait painted of him carrying the ranch owners daughter, who he adopted as his own. He still keeps that portrait with him, though it is yellowed with age. Eventually reaching Union lands he signed up with the 54th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry Regiment, an all black regiment. He was one of the few survivors of the attack on Fort Wagner, after which he stayed with the 54th until 1881, earning more than a few decorations for valour and of course keeping up his bare-knuckle fighting to earn a little more money on the side.

At 40 years old he left the army and emigrated to England to avoid the persecutions he was facing in America. There he took up a career as an amateur boxer, and discovered British alcohol. This was immediately to his liking, and he became known and "Drunken Jim" due to the sheer amount he was able to drink. He won many fights and made quite a sum of money for himself from entering competition fights and undoubtedly winning. Back in the world of the slave there was no second place - you either won or you died. Gore took this approach to his boxing, and before long he was a local champion and a massive man.

He was turned one night while incredibly drunk in one of the shadier pubs in Portsmouth. The vampire saw his size and thought him an ambitious, and hearty, meal. Challenging the man to a fight, the Vampire immediately attacked him with its inhuman strength. Gore was not phased however, in part to both his many, many years of fighting and the fact he was almost paralytically drunk. He fought back against the undead creature, taking it completely by surprise. Raining blows and spitting expletives on his assailant, the vampire eventually gave in. Impressed by the mans considerable strength and courage, it offered Giovanni a once in a lifetime chance - the chance to be turned. And being blind drunk, Gore accepted. Little did he know the effects it was going to have on his life, other than ending it.

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002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE• (From another site)

Sieks had just come home from his mission, weary and worn. He was caked in blood, both his own and his enemies. Arriving too late to see Lyicur emerge from the window, he looked down at Lita at his side. "Told you you shouldn't have come with me," he smiled. She was currently sporting a new black eye from a criminal Sieks was fending off, and stuck her tongue out at him. The Sergeant laughed before opening the door quietly, so as to not wake anyone. He smiled and wished Lita good night, before going into the bathroom. Examining the gash across his forehead, he noticed in the mirror that the bedroom door was open. The bedroom door was never open when someone was in there. 'Fuck'. Sniffing the air, he grimaced. That coppery tang. Blood. And something else. Something sweeter. Something more... Feminine. He grabbed his radio from his pocket and whispered into it - "All available Special Forces to Ravens Roost ASAP. Over and out."

He snarled, overcome by a feeling of dread. He scooped his pistol up off the toilet with shaking hands - not out of fear for himself, but fear for April. Shouldering the door aside with an almighty crash, he burst into the bedroom. His pistol was at the ready and finger on the trigger. No-one was on the bed. April was gone. The coppery scent in the air was so much stronger here. He stalked round the edge of the bed, and thats when he saw her. Naked. Bleeding.

His eyes shot wide. His pistol hit the floor with a reverberating thump, discharging into the wall with a deafening bang. But Sieks didn't hear it. "No..." He whispered, the heat of rage and sadness overcoming him. "No!" He dropped to his knees and crawled to her side, covering her with his jacket and cradling her head in his lap. "No!" He was almost shouting now, Soon the last of his restraint was blasted away by the tide of anger and despair that was swamping him. He threw his head back and roared "APRIL! NO! BRIAN! LITA! MAX! NIKKI!ANNE! RIDER! KONRAD! SOMEBODY!"

Slowly the anger was pushed out of his head, replaced by an incredible sadness. His voice quietened from a roar to a whisper. "Anybody..." He began to sob and took Aprils head in his hands, leaning over her motionless body and resting his forehead on hers. In the distance, sirens were sounding.