application // gray war
Player Information
Name: Samm
Contact: nneveryourmaskk (AIM)
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Cpt. Jack Sparrow
Character Information
Name: Deacon Frost
Journal Name: fuckin_thirsty
Fandom / Series: Blade (movie-verse)
From When: The time of his death at the end of the first movie.
Function: Soldier.
Preferred Side: Gonna opt for Civvie, because my other more combative character is on the Militant side. BUT FOR REAL just put me where power balance requires, churrs.
Abilities / Powers: The kind of vampire that comes from the Blade universe doesn't reinvent the wheel when compared to modern vampire iterations, but it is still quite powerful. Deacon is superhumanly strong and superhumanly fast, although neither thing is infallible. It still takes effort to lift the heavy things, it takes time to get to places. To cite Wikipedia, examples of his strength levels would be the power to take big leaps, or throw someone hard enough to crack the wall. This doesn't speak towards their physical toughness - flesh and bone is as damageable as ever. He has very quick reflexes and the physical agility to match it.
Speedwise, Frost has actually dodged a bullet in his time. In the realm of Zone Fifteen, while his strength is retained, his speed has been diminished. His impossible reaction time is leveled to something more fallible, although it is possible he could avoid killing shots in favour of major injury.
Vampires of the Blade universe are not instant healers. In consistency with Zone Fifteen, all injuries will take 48 hours to heal and helped along with the consumption of blood. But this does mean he can be killed too easily - shots with ordinary rounds to the chest will probably take him down, but he won't die from this. He will die if shot with silver, staked with silver, exposed to enough garlic, exposed to direct sunlight (without any handy sunscreen lying around-- no I won't touch on that) or decapitated. Fire won't actually kill him unless forced to burn to ash, but that may take a week to recover from. Unlike other vampire mythos, religious icons have no affect.
Ultra-violet rays will injure him. He requires regular meals of blood to live.
At the time of his death, he had transformed into La Magra, a vampire god. This won't be the case by the time he is in Zone Fifteen, reverted back to his normal self.
More mundane skills include a capacity to fight well. Though he gets minions to fight for him, most of the time, he demonstrates himself to be more than competent with a sword. It is probable he has other combat skills as well, such as with hand to hand and knives. It is likely he can shoot a gun, but he is not a brilliant marksman.
Personality: Deacon Frost is a pain in the ass to everyone.
Ask the Shadow Council and they'll gladly disown him if given the chance. While the political priorities of the vampire world prioritise secrecy from the human world and back alley coexistence in the form of deals with politicians, wealthy businessmen, and simple ownership in consensual agreement, Frost and his faction of 'turned' Los Angeles vampires (and more world connections) would sooner see the human race dominated - either made vampire or harvested like cattle. This is something that Frost truly believes, especially if it's done with him at the seat of power and leadership. He finds the notion of negotiating with humans to be obscene, in the same way human's might feel it awkward to ask permission of a salad before eating it.
This superiority carries off into his usual noisy arrogance and bravado, blithely confident in his own abilities and status. He talks a big game and unfortunately generally has the assumption and strength to follow through. He is casually uncaring about the lives and comfort of humans, even his own familiars, and will kill without a moment's hesitation - not only to sate himself. He has an excessive kind of personality, all about having more than he requires. He feeds messily, he splashes money around, and he'd pee on the lawn of the White House if, you know, vampires could urinate. He swears like it's punctuation.
The chink in his chain is rather easy to manipulate once it's found. The vampires have a divide - you're either born a vampire, or you're turned. Born vampires are rare and seen in seats of power, generally privileged and superior to turned vampires who have led human lives and often take the roles of lackeys and servants and companions. Frost cannot abide by this divide, as he was turned for the purpose explicitly, and the evidence of his status is seen in the scar at his eyebrow - pureblooded vampires would have no scars. Reminders of his status done in a way to anger him will generally work, although his self-confidence still rallies effectively besides.
All of the above presents an erratic kind of personality, but it should be noted that generally speaking, Frost keeps himself quite calm and cool. He is an effective businessman, prone to engaging in debate and condescension as oppose to simple violence, and his heated pursuit for the secrets of La Magra to achieve his ultimate goal presents to us someone capable of near obsessive study and focus. He learned the vampire language, as well as its more archaic roots and origins, and is adept with technology, weaponry and combat, displaying a willingness and capacity to learn in general. He is in decent control of his own emotions, although sparking temper, as with anyone, can set off flame.
In Zone Fifteen, Deacon will probably be willing to play once the initial shock is worn away. He'll be attracted to the prize promised to him, and hey. Upon coming here, he died. What the fuck does he have to lose? The big hiccup will be his violent disdain of humans, and he may need some smackdown from just feeding on whoever is close enough to grab, whether they're the enemy or his own side. It won't take too long -- they need warm bodies and able hands, and if he can be convinced that they need their numbers, this inclination will be tempered.
History: Refer to the general canon and this section on the character page. I am not using the comic book stuff, not even for texture, because it is just worlds apart. Some other headcanon notes, however, include him being born in 1918. He grew up on the east coast of America, and made money as a teenager running errands for, well, criminals. He was 'given' to Gitano Dragonetti, a vampire elder, as a gift under the guise of bringing him a message, from one crimelord to his vampiric contact. Dragonetti fed from him and, on a whim, turned Frost in the hopes of grooming him to be an obedient minion. They did share a briefly sexual relationship, but Frost grew resentful of both this and the way it wound into their professional dynamic, but bided his time.
Dragonetti would go on to be elected to the Shadow Council, more or less leaving Frost and other companions to his own devices. Frost chose to head west and build his own enterprise in the form of social hangouts and haunts in the middle of human neighbourhoods. He encouraged a riskier lifestyle than what vampires were traditionally taught, as well as the wide-spread turning of humans into vampires, another faux pas. His own status as a 'turned' vampire meant that he couldn't climb hierarchies the way he wanted to, which mostly made him more ambitious and desiring to shake things up.
And then he encountered the legend of La Magra, and the rest is history.
Sample Journal Entry: If this isn't sufficient, let me know.
Sample RP:
Wood caved in to kick, the door exploding inwards and reduced to slivers.
"Well, it's not much, but it's..." Moving to stand at the top of the stairs, Deacon Frost surveyed the shadowed tunnel headed underground. The musty, water-damaged smell of the building that was already itching his nose upon exploration seemed to only concentrate up from the basement, his mouth pulling into scowl. "A shitpile." But the sun was due soon and he didn't trust these people more than he could throw them-- excessively far, anyway, and his high rise Los Angeles apartments and overly technological underground crypts of sliding doors and chrome already seemed like worlds away.
And that was before he'd come here. Before he'd died via infecting serum. It was sometime during his flirtation with godhood that he'd been severed from the world he knew, knowing nothing about his preferences for cigarettes, for women in lingerie and men in suits, for B-positive over O-negative. One glistening five star bedroom could well be this little hole in the world if you were La Magra, contained by nothing except for thirst.
Put shit in perspective. Deacon wondered how long this would last.
Running his tongue over his fangs, he checked his communicator before switching it off. The echoed footsteps of his descent would be enough to keep him company until sun down.
Name: Samm
Contact: nneveryourmaskk (AIM)
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Cpt. Jack Sparrow
Character Information
Name: Deacon Frost
Journal Name: fuckin_thirsty
Fandom / Series: Blade (movie-verse)
From When: The time of his death at the end of the first movie.
Function: Soldier.
Preferred Side: Gonna opt for Civvie, because my other more combative character is on the Militant side. BUT FOR REAL just put me where power balance requires, churrs.
Abilities / Powers: The kind of vampire that comes from the Blade universe doesn't reinvent the wheel when compared to modern vampire iterations, but it is still quite powerful. Deacon is superhumanly strong and superhumanly fast, although neither thing is infallible. It still takes effort to lift the heavy things, it takes time to get to places. To cite Wikipedia, examples of his strength levels would be the power to take big leaps, or throw someone hard enough to crack the wall. This doesn't speak towards their physical toughness - flesh and bone is as damageable as ever. He has very quick reflexes and the physical agility to match it.
Speedwise, Frost has actually dodged a bullet in his time. In the realm of Zone Fifteen, while his strength is retained, his speed has been diminished. His impossible reaction time is leveled to something more fallible, although it is possible he could avoid killing shots in favour of major injury.
Vampires of the Blade universe are not instant healers. In consistency with Zone Fifteen, all injuries will take 48 hours to heal and helped along with the consumption of blood. But this does mean he can be killed too easily - shots with ordinary rounds to the chest will probably take him down, but he won't die from this. He will die if shot with silver, staked with silver, exposed to enough garlic, exposed to direct sunlight (without any handy sunscreen lying around-- no I won't touch on that) or decapitated. Fire won't actually kill him unless forced to burn to ash, but that may take a week to recover from. Unlike other vampire mythos, religious icons have no affect.
Ultra-violet rays will injure him. He requires regular meals of blood to live.
At the time of his death, he had transformed into La Magra, a vampire god. This won't be the case by the time he is in Zone Fifteen, reverted back to his normal self.
More mundane skills include a capacity to fight well. Though he gets minions to fight for him, most of the time, he demonstrates himself to be more than competent with a sword. It is probable he has other combat skills as well, such as with hand to hand and knives. It is likely he can shoot a gun, but he is not a brilliant marksman.
Personality: Deacon Frost is a pain in the ass to everyone.
Ask the Shadow Council and they'll gladly disown him if given the chance. While the political priorities of the vampire world prioritise secrecy from the human world and back alley coexistence in the form of deals with politicians, wealthy businessmen, and simple ownership in consensual agreement, Frost and his faction of 'turned' Los Angeles vampires (and more world connections) would sooner see the human race dominated - either made vampire or harvested like cattle. This is something that Frost truly believes, especially if it's done with him at the seat of power and leadership. He finds the notion of negotiating with humans to be obscene, in the same way human's might feel it awkward to ask permission of a salad before eating it.
This superiority carries off into his usual noisy arrogance and bravado, blithely confident in his own abilities and status. He talks a big game and unfortunately generally has the assumption and strength to follow through. He is casually uncaring about the lives and comfort of humans, even his own familiars, and will kill without a moment's hesitation - not only to sate himself. He has an excessive kind of personality, all about having more than he requires. He feeds messily, he splashes money around, and he'd pee on the lawn of the White House if, you know, vampires could urinate. He swears like it's punctuation.
The chink in his chain is rather easy to manipulate once it's found. The vampires have a divide - you're either born a vampire, or you're turned. Born vampires are rare and seen in seats of power, generally privileged and superior to turned vampires who have led human lives and often take the roles of lackeys and servants and companions. Frost cannot abide by this divide, as he was turned for the purpose explicitly, and the evidence of his status is seen in the scar at his eyebrow - pureblooded vampires would have no scars. Reminders of his status done in a way to anger him will generally work, although his self-confidence still rallies effectively besides.
All of the above presents an erratic kind of personality, but it should be noted that generally speaking, Frost keeps himself quite calm and cool. He is an effective businessman, prone to engaging in debate and condescension as oppose to simple violence, and his heated pursuit for the secrets of La Magra to achieve his ultimate goal presents to us someone capable of near obsessive study and focus. He learned the vampire language, as well as its more archaic roots and origins, and is adept with technology, weaponry and combat, displaying a willingness and capacity to learn in general. He is in decent control of his own emotions, although sparking temper, as with anyone, can set off flame.
In Zone Fifteen, Deacon will probably be willing to play once the initial shock is worn away. He'll be attracted to the prize promised to him, and hey. Upon coming here, he died. What the fuck does he have to lose? The big hiccup will be his violent disdain of humans, and he may need some smackdown from just feeding on whoever is close enough to grab, whether they're the enemy or his own side. It won't take too long -- they need warm bodies and able hands, and if he can be convinced that they need their numbers, this inclination will be tempered.
History: Refer to the general canon and this section on the character page. I am not using the comic book stuff, not even for texture, because it is just worlds apart. Some other headcanon notes, however, include him being born in 1918. He grew up on the east coast of America, and made money as a teenager running errands for, well, criminals. He was 'given' to Gitano Dragonetti, a vampire elder, as a gift under the guise of bringing him a message, from one crimelord to his vampiric contact. Dragonetti fed from him and, on a whim, turned Frost in the hopes of grooming him to be an obedient minion. They did share a briefly sexual relationship, but Frost grew resentful of both this and the way it wound into their professional dynamic, but bided his time.
Dragonetti would go on to be elected to the Shadow Council, more or less leaving Frost and other companions to his own devices. Frost chose to head west and build his own enterprise in the form of social hangouts and haunts in the middle of human neighbourhoods. He encouraged a riskier lifestyle than what vampires were traditionally taught, as well as the wide-spread turning of humans into vampires, another faux pas. His own status as a 'turned' vampire meant that he couldn't climb hierarchies the way he wanted to, which mostly made him more ambitious and desiring to shake things up.
And then he encountered the legend of La Magra, and the rest is history.
Sample Journal Entry: If this isn't sufficient, let me know.
Sample RP:
Wood caved in to kick, the door exploding inwards and reduced to slivers.
"Well, it's not much, but it's..." Moving to stand at the top of the stairs, Deacon Frost surveyed the shadowed tunnel headed underground. The musty, water-damaged smell of the building that was already itching his nose upon exploration seemed to only concentrate up from the basement, his mouth pulling into scowl. "A shitpile." But the sun was due soon and he didn't trust these people more than he could throw them-- excessively far, anyway, and his high rise Los Angeles apartments and overly technological underground crypts of sliding doors and chrome already seemed like worlds away.
And that was before he'd come here. Before he'd died via infecting serum. It was sometime during his flirtation with godhood that he'd been severed from the world he knew, knowing nothing about his preferences for cigarettes, for women in lingerie and men in suits, for B-positive over O-negative. One glistening five star bedroom could well be this little hole in the world if you were La Magra, contained by nothing except for thirst.
Put shit in perspective. Deacon wondered how long this would last.
Running his tongue over his fangs, he checked his communicator before switching it off. The echoed footsteps of his descent would be enough to keep him company until sun down.