Kasius Isnoe Acerbus

[kasius]

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001. NAME• Kasius Isnoe Acerbus
002. NICKNAME• N/A
003. REAL AGE• Four Hundred Years, or so.
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• Twenty years of age
005. BIRTHDATE• October Twenty-Seventh, Year: Unkown
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Paris, France
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Mortals

001. YOUR FACE• His face is pale as snow, his eyes sunk in with purple shadows around the sockets. Kasius’s lips are pale, yet with somewhat of an purple colour around it.
002. HAIR• Kasius’s hair is completely paper white, his hair long and straight. Normally, his hair is shoulder length, but often pulled up in a ponytail.
003. EYES• Kasius’s eyes are perhaps the most queer, the iris an faded magenta, the pupil vertical and almost slits.
004. HIEGHT• tell us, midget or skyscraper?
005. WEIGHT• His weight is most likely light, since he is an moving corpse. Perhaps Sixty to seventy pounds.
006. BODY MODS• N/A
007. FASHION/STYLE•Kasius’s fashion style is the same style from his time, the normaly Drench Coat – white and black – vests of queer design and dress shirts.

001. LIKES•
-Peace
-Death
-Silence
-Opera
-Destruction
-Depression
-Satanism
-Cadavers/Corpse’s.
002. DISLIKES•
-Humanity
-Love
-Roses/Plants
-God
-Mindless Killing
-Life
-Perverts
003. FEARS•
- His own conclusion
-Life
-Mindless Rage
-Lies
-Love
004. STRENGTHS•
- Experience
- Intelligence
- Sadistic Complex
- Darkness
- Manipulative Charm
005. WEAKNESSES•
- Death
- Life
- Love
- God
- Hope
006. ODDITIES•
-Finger Nails are long to a point, and normally black.
-White Hair
-Magenta Eyes
-Snow White skin
-Colourless lips
007. ORIENTATION• N/A, Loveless
008. SPECIFIC MORALS•
-Lust
-Drinking beer, prefers Wine.
-Dislikes letting mortals live
-Dislikes other Vampires feeding on animals
-Dislikes Living
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Kasius has ever been so complex, his emotions once loving and sweet, tainted to darkness once the cloth was lifted over his eyes to see what the world truly was. His emotions sent downward rapidly, leaving only apathetic thoughts and depressing memories. He rarely smiled, and rarely cried. His life turned upside down, only to face the monstrous figure of Satan. He was exposed to Satanism, and left God – becoming both a Atheist and a Satanist. He became nothing but a remnant of sin’s past, and sin’s future. He himself felt as if he was only stuck in purgatory – life was nothing but a mere failure, a cage and he the canary. He awaited life to end, life to come to its bitter conclusion. Forced to await conclusion, as an immortal – forced to live as a lifeless cadaver, with a mind of it’s own. He often sat upon tower’s, watching the moon fall and the sun, again and again, watching the king’s and queen’s of the world die and appear. Forced to linger along humanity, forever. Unable to bring himself to death, he was trapped. Forced to be called and asked “Vampire, Witch, Demon” but he only answered “absolute”. He was to remember the birth of himself into the darkness.

001. PARENT ONE• Noctis D. Averbvus, decease – human, candle maker.
002. PARENT TWO• Arabella W. Averbvus, decease – human, professional classical dancer
003. SIBLINGS•N/A.
004. PETS• N/A
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Born October Twenty-Seventh, merely days away from the famous “All Hallows Eve,” Kasius Isnoe Averbvus was gifted with snow white hair, and magnificent grey eyes. His family was dumbfounded by the infant’s queer traits, but became acquainted with them as the child grew. Growing up in the 1680’s, he was not brought into high-technology, but into the art of classical music and dance, which he was exposed to by his mother, Arabella. Learning the most difficult and advanced dances of his time, he became the local prodigy of his town in France. While he became accustomed to dance, he was soothed and loved the lovely world of Opera.

Growing into the age of nine, he acquired a new belief – “atheism”. His kind and loving emotions sent spiraling downward rapidly, leaving only the bitter apathetic emotions and negative thoughts. Growing into an family who was wealthy yet kind, he realized that he had experienced the best of the world, which still to him was not amusing nor enjoyable, he gave up his love for god, and for his family, rendering him to the figure of darkness, Satan.

With his new beliefs, his family grew worried. They kept a distance, watching their son from afar. The strange effect had taken the skies, leaving it to rain days and days in France. As the days verged onward, Kasius’s heart grew smaller, and crumbled into dust slowly. Kasius also attained a hobby, which was sitting in the rain, watching his mothers rose garden slowly flood and die. After one rose died, he would collect the petals which had fallen off, keeping them in a jar in his room. Kasius secretly acquired the talent of making candle’s, and made five black candle’s. Taking chalk from his home, he tried to contact his only hope, Satan. Upon the night of Halloween, he attempted to contact Satan. The attempt failed, with the candle’s swiftly blowing out. All hopes failed, for Kasius.

Years passed from his attempt, he was now twenty, his once soft and kind figure molded into a gaunt and dark man. His hopes for humanity and the world gone, his eyes a hard grey. His parents had died in a burning incident, leaving him homeless. Kasius had taken residence in a abandoned church, attempting once more to contact Satan. With the result, the candle’s melted in second, over-flooding in flame. Satan had sent Kasius his savor. A figure dressed in dark cloth had approached Kasius in the ritual. The figure had bit Kasius, killing him on contact.

He awoke the next day, his skin snow white, his eyes magenta, with a purple shade around the sockets. His nails were long, and onyx. He had grown fangs, and he had grown a great thirst. The figure sat beside him, his or her face was hidden by a hood.
“I am . . . Memnouis, he . . . sent me, to save you. Accept what you are, a vampire”. I suggest you feed upon Mortals, otherwise you will become ash soon . . .” The figure vanished, leaving him alone. Kasius now realized his new goal – to kill all mortals, draining them of their blood.

Kasius lived years onward, his hometown became Paris, the most romantic city in the entire world it was called. Kasius lived throughout history, the wars the civil war, World war I, World War II, he was an immortal now. He killed numerous mortals, adults and children. He currently lives in Paris, slowly killing mortals, in search of other vampires to aid him in his quest to kill. Although, it would be easy to figure that he was a vampire since he still wears his old clothes, neckties and ties, trench coats, dress shirts, vests, tailored jackets, ect.

Yo', my name is Brenden, and I've been the walking dead for Sixteen years, and I've been grave robbing for Seven years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Google and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Kasius changed his name from "Kasius I. Averbvus" to "Kasius I. Acerbus" when changed into a Vampire;
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

The high clouds soared above Paris, sweet aroma of both foods and perfume clouded the atmosphere itself. Numerous lights flashed from car’s, building, and the Eiffel Tower. Citizens roamed the pavements, each carrying the repulsive stench of the living. Few doves flew across the sky, for it was bright enough for them to see even though it was twilight. The moon was gone, hidden by complete darkness.

Kasuis sat atop of one of the numerous bars, supporting the standing of the Eiffel Tower. His long snow white locks glided in the air. His black trench coat fluttered like a cape, almost looking like the silhouette of a vampire. His livid magenta irises were the brightest light in the area. Only what thoughts ran through his cadaverous head, his sadistic suicidal mind at it’s time of thought. His face looked disgusted, perhaps it was the filthy stench of the living, or just his deep hate for humanity, and the world. The complexity of humanity could perhaps even dumbfound Kasius himself. He stood silently, listening to the car’s passing, and the smooth wind. His arms were crossed behind his back, his trench coat fluttering loudly.

Shedding his coat, revealing a tailored jacket, and a light red vest ontop of a old classical dress shirt. He leaped off of the tower, landing onto the ground below, steady and crouching low. His hair was in a pony tail, wrapped in a ribbon, which flashed brightly. He stood, combing his hair with his long pointed nails. His magenta eyes flashed brightly, as he walked the pavement. Once he reached the pavement near the cemetery his nose was pointed in the air, “This is delightful, morality’s stench beckons my insides to burn, but this smell . . . the stench of death, it . . . satisfies me. The stench of blood evaporating in cadavers, oh how it beckons my hunger,” he whispered to himself. He held one of the cold bars of the gate. He twitched his finger, moving it to the lock. He slowly inserted his nail, unlocking it on touch. His eyebrow rose once the smell reached his nostrils. The smell of flesh, which was still warm, the stench of warm blood, the stench of a mortal, and a fresh rose. He grinned, this smell pleased him.
“Ah, thou mother’s rose – prosper in thou god’s sunlight, but drown in his tears, let me collect thou petals, for you will be reborn again.” He muttered, his past memories fluttering back.

[Fang]

Vampires aren't exactly the spawn of Satan here. Vampirism is more of a disease on CK, spread by a bite and consuming another vampires blood. And there is definitely not a book written on vampires xD But what vampires make of the disease is completely up to the RPer.

While you can keep that your character is a satanist, please don't be too over the top with it, and parade "HAIL SATAN" everywhere you go. You know, keep it moderate, as we would say to all religions (: just trying to please everyone and not offend too many people. Thus, we must moderate it.. even IC, sadly, to make everybody happy. -Ellie Edit.


Also, your avatar. The one's from the drop down bar is reserved for staff only. You'll have to get rid of it and find your own.

[kasius]

Okay, Fang. Tis done, I edited out the "Vampira" book, and I wont be all 'Hail Satan', for I am not a poser - like the others. Consider everything else finished.