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[Player LJ] aisuyoukai
[Player Name] Aisu
[Player Contact|AIM] goldxlll
[Player Timezone] Central US
[Series] Vampire Hunter D
[Character] Baron Bryon Balazs
[Description] Byron is a pale, beautiful youth with eternal life that will never age beyond the first full stages of adulthood. He has white, paraffin skin more fit for a porcelain doll than a warrior; he has the deepest sea-blue eyes that seem to be filled to the brim with hidden and ageless mysteries; and he has pale golden hair more cast like the mysterious moon than the brilliant sun. His complexion is flawless and his features slight but heavenly. He has a small frame but lean, tall but not exceedingly so. He is always wreathed in the deepest, most beautiful hue of blue as that of the sea in the form of a cape that flows elegantly over shoulders sheathed in constant armor that encases the entirety of his body.
[Personality] Byron is a little unusual when it comes to your typical Noble. Rather than being haughty and overbearing to those below him (humans), he is very polite and oddly kind, even to the point of caring for them. This keeps him somewhat aloof from his fellow Nobles but he does not seem to mind that even though it puts him at odds with his own kind. Of course on the outside he shows no concern for his own well-being as far as this condition goes; no matter what he is always a kind and polite character to all those around him. A true gentleman by all definitions of the word. But perhaps on the inside he is a bit bitter about his heritage yet he hides this well behind his polite demeanor and he truly does feel for both sides. Which only makes his position all the more awkward for himself. By bitter of his heritage, that is to say-he is a Noble who shall never taste the blood of a human being, and for this hardship, this sympathy with his prey that does not allow him a normal life, that is what he is bitter about. He seems to fit into neither world perfectly, and neither world will fully take him in for what he is because of what he is. A Noble that does not drink what is rightfully theirs to take, ridiculous; a vampire that is the bane of mankind for longer than any history known to humans, how could one of his kind ever be excepted to them? It is much more complicated than all that, but words would not do justice to such a pitiful existence. Yet somehow in the end Byron both accepts and welcomes the fact that he is something different, perhaps even something meant to help save his dying race. He comes to terms with this ‘fault’ and embraces the fact.
To go along with his genteel bearing he also quite frankly comes off rather knightly. Perhaps it is simply the charismatic upbringing of a Noble, the courteous and self-sacrificing quality of a being who is always looking out for the lady, or even just those weaker than himself; or perhaps it is the genuine concern he feels and always eventually shows towards others of either race. Perhaps it is though he tries hard sometimes to come off callous and uncaring, eventually he always folds and protects those that might only get in his way towards his personal goals. Combined with the fact that he holds himself upright and properly, has a strong will that seeks out justice automatically, and shows no fear towards any would-be opponent or hardship, Baron Balazs manages to come off very knightly indeed. Indeed he relies heavily upon being proper, polite, and kind; however, this does not by any means equate to him being soft and cuddly despite how he sounds to come off so far. He is still a Noble, a cold and hard being with the strength and skill to kill a man with hardly any effort. And he will do so without hesitation if that is his desire. He is fearless, showing courage where even one of his kind might blanch, and yet honorable and just in his endeavors. He is a killer off-set by his kind nature; he is a gentleman off-set by his cold, calculating demeanor; he is a petty murderer off-set by his justice seeking vengeance; he is a knight off-set by his killer instincts. But above all he is simply an outcast, a loner by created design, a being forced into a life he did not ask for.
[Canon] Baron Balazs is the beginning, the middle, and the end of the Pale Fallen Angel story. He is the core essence of the story as much as D is the stoic protagonist of the series. To start the story of Pale Fallen Angel it is Balazs that hires Vampire Hunter D to accompany the Baron back to his home town of Krauhausen in order for the unusual Noble to kill his own father. It is for this reason alone garnered with the promise given by Baron Balazs that he will not drink a drop of human blood along the way that the Hunter agrees to go with Balazs and act as his professional bodyguard.
Along the arduous trip several secrets concerning both the protagonist D and Baron Balazs are each discovered by the opposite character respectively. (Though in the case of D, naturally, it is all shrouded in mystery and a flicker of doubt.) For both (technically) it is about their unusual birth circumstances-their ‘creator’ specifically-their common link to the Scared Ancestor. Eventually fully revealed to D is the fact that Baron was indeed born a true full Noble, born of Lord Vlad Balazs and his wife, but for three months was taken from them at the moment of his birth and experimented upon by the Scared Ancestor. This gave Byron his unusually extraordinary abilities even for a Noble such as the rare ability to stay awake during the day, an extremely powerful aura, and strength, agility, and skills beyond even the strongest known vampiric capabilities. D also discovers the supposed reason Byron has come to kill his father-the contempt and jealously of Byron’s gift from the Scared Ancestor that caused strife his entire life with his father, the imprisonment and ‘death’ of Byron’s beloved mother, and then the subsequent banishment of the son who sought revenge. In a startling revelation it is revealed that Lord Vlad was not the first to attempt to kill his son; in fact, it was Lady Balazs herself who first tried to kill the unusual baby shortly after it was returned to her due to fear of the unknown gifts. Each discovery further shapes the outcome of the story, specifically shaping the emotions and actions of the two main characters.
By the time D figures out all of these mysteries it is well beyond the entrance to the city, several battles against the terrible Lord Vlad, and the death of one of their companions as well as the real death of Byron’s mother which both the last two of which helps shape his resolve to certain actions he takes in the end to achieve his ultimate goal. Byron has survived the impossible depths of water (a bane of all vampires), discovered hidden reserves of strength within himself even he did not know of, found that he embraces his bizarre heritance given to him by the Scared Ancestor to cherish life and not drink the blood of humans, and even survived a fatal stab to the heart (the one way to ensure any vampire’s death). In the end he kills his father and it is discovered that one final perfection has been added to his essence: he can walk in the light of day. Even D has no intentions of killing the full-blooded Noble-undoubtedly because of his fulfilled and continued promise of never drinking a single drop of human blood.
[Timeline] After all events in Pale Fallen Angel Parts 1-4 except the very last day. Taken before the sunrise of the last recuperative day-the last night he is alive.
[RP Sample] That night twilight began to rise, it seemed late rather than early this dawn after all the ordeals the unusual group had gone through the night just past. Balazs felt heavy and weak and yet-and yet he knew he did not wish to go to “sleep,” he did not want to crawl into his coffin or some other “safe” place and rest, he did not want to miss yet another sunrise fall upon his pale, pale white skin. He desired to see the brilliant light of the Solar Star just once with his own eyes, feel its radiant rays upon his paraffin flesh, its warmth spread through his cold, cold form. He did not feel like resting, not even after all that fighting and hardship and ordeal, he just did not feel like he could sleep just yet even with the night dwindling ever faster over the land.
He almost felt as though he could manage to wait and watch and see what it was his human companions and even his new dhampir friend, if he dared to call the half breed such, saw every waking moment. He almost felt truly alive for the first time in all his immortal life.
He strayed from them, strayed away from his companions’ sides for just a little while, out on a harmless stroll. Perhaps, he reasoned, to assess the damage to the city his “little” feud had caused in its struggle. To view what he should rightfully stay and help rebuild. And yet he knew he could not, would not, stay and instead give it back-back? that was the correct term, yes?-to the humans that deserved it, now free from the Noble’s grasp it was once held tightly within. He would leave in the morn-perhaps after seeing the morning sun?-and go far, far away from here. This was not his home-it was never really his home.
He finally came to a place so unfamiliar to him. Had this section of the city been built while he was away those ten odd years? Was it something furbished, created, constructed in his brief absence? He didn’t recognize it, and yet he easily knew it for what it was. Not quite of Noble design, but older and ancient like the very beginnings of his kind’s race. Like a forgotten design of something they had recreated for themselves and bettered and bettered until it became all but foreign from its beginning stages. It was a train station, and cradled within its nest of tracks outlined with companionable building and platform, a train itself. It almost seemed as though it were waiting for something…
Or someone, the Baron reasoned to himself.
The train was simple in design, not at all like the Nobles’ best creations that they honed over the glorious years, but elegant in its own right. Perhaps it was a steam locomotive of the really old, or perhaps its mysterious depths actually did hold something more modern like electricity. But the Baron easily knew it was not of Noble design no matter what it operated upon. It was something else. And again he wondered what it was doing here.
Waiting for someone, he heard his own mind remind him softly, whispering like the sweet seduction of the wind through the autumn leaves.
The Baron approached the station slowly now, steady in his steps and unfaltering only caution in the slowness of it not hesitance or fear. He decided he was curious and he’d give it a closer look. He stepped onto the platform and wandered further out onto the cement structure, peering idly at the train and then further off into the distance at where the tracks led out. But here in the Frontier-he stopped his steps now and stared out into the far horizon-in the Frontier there was nothing out there, nothing to lead to, nothing to arrive at except so far out into the borders past so many dangers that a train surely could not safely travel through any more. Towns were spread out far and wide and it was dangerous to travel between them, to ride or walk through the Frontier, to traverse the distance riddled full of monsters and unknowns just to arrive at another little town that was, more likely than not, no better off than the one you started from. How-why-could this train be here and look as though it spread its tracks out into the distance, out to nowhere in the end?
Byron had no answers, and yet even as he realized this his steps began to ring out across the platform, and he was not headed back to the inn to see his companions one last time before departing from them, leaving them for good, but instead his steady steps were headed straight for the train. For the open and waiting entrance there that yawned out to him, gaping, hoping to swallow him up. And he stopped with one foot inside the gaping maw, and one hand gripping the helpful railing up into the chasm, took a glance back towards the town which somehow seemed suddenly so small and distant and stared at its expanse and before he knew it words had sprung upon his lips-“I wish I could have said farewell.”-and then without warning at all he was swallowed by that waiting, waiting ever so patiently, mouth and up and into the waiting lushness that beckoned to him inside to sit and wait-wait until he arrived at that destination out in the middle of nowhere that he could not see.
The train lunged forward once, pulled its backside along like a caterpillar, and then finally with one or two more lurches was off at a slow yet steady pace that gradually got faster but not too fast. It was not in much of a hurry. And behind it the city disappeared into the distance and the train station waiting at the end of the outskirts-well, it disappeared too, only it wasn’t because of the distance.
[Player Name] Aisu
[Player Contact|AIM] goldxlll
[Player Timezone] Central US
[Series] Vampire Hunter D
[Character] Baron Bryon Balazs
[Description] Byron is a pale, beautiful youth with eternal life that will never age beyond the first full stages of adulthood. He has white, paraffin skin more fit for a porcelain doll than a warrior; he has the deepest sea-blue eyes that seem to be filled to the brim with hidden and ageless mysteries; and he has pale golden hair more cast like the mysterious moon than the brilliant sun. His complexion is flawless and his features slight but heavenly. He has a small frame but lean, tall but not exceedingly so. He is always wreathed in the deepest, most beautiful hue of blue as that of the sea in the form of a cape that flows elegantly over shoulders sheathed in constant armor that encases the entirety of his body.
[Personality] Byron is a little unusual when it comes to your typical Noble. Rather than being haughty and overbearing to those below him (humans), he is very polite and oddly kind, even to the point of caring for them. This keeps him somewhat aloof from his fellow Nobles but he does not seem to mind that even though it puts him at odds with his own kind. Of course on the outside he shows no concern for his own well-being as far as this condition goes; no matter what he is always a kind and polite character to all those around him. A true gentleman by all definitions of the word. But perhaps on the inside he is a bit bitter about his heritage yet he hides this well behind his polite demeanor and he truly does feel for both sides. Which only makes his position all the more awkward for himself. By bitter of his heritage, that is to say-he is a Noble who shall never taste the blood of a human being, and for this hardship, this sympathy with his prey that does not allow him a normal life, that is what he is bitter about. He seems to fit into neither world perfectly, and neither world will fully take him in for what he is because of what he is. A Noble that does not drink what is rightfully theirs to take, ridiculous; a vampire that is the bane of mankind for longer than any history known to humans, how could one of his kind ever be excepted to them? It is much more complicated than all that, but words would not do justice to such a pitiful existence. Yet somehow in the end Byron both accepts and welcomes the fact that he is something different, perhaps even something meant to help save his dying race. He comes to terms with this ‘fault’ and embraces the fact.
To go along with his genteel bearing he also quite frankly comes off rather knightly. Perhaps it is simply the charismatic upbringing of a Noble, the courteous and self-sacrificing quality of a being who is always looking out for the lady, or even just those weaker than himself; or perhaps it is the genuine concern he feels and always eventually shows towards others of either race. Perhaps it is though he tries hard sometimes to come off callous and uncaring, eventually he always folds and protects those that might only get in his way towards his personal goals. Combined with the fact that he holds himself upright and properly, has a strong will that seeks out justice automatically, and shows no fear towards any would-be opponent or hardship, Baron Balazs manages to come off very knightly indeed. Indeed he relies heavily upon being proper, polite, and kind; however, this does not by any means equate to him being soft and cuddly despite how he sounds to come off so far. He is still a Noble, a cold and hard being with the strength and skill to kill a man with hardly any effort. And he will do so without hesitation if that is his desire. He is fearless, showing courage where even one of his kind might blanch, and yet honorable and just in his endeavors. He is a killer off-set by his kind nature; he is a gentleman off-set by his cold, calculating demeanor; he is a petty murderer off-set by his justice seeking vengeance; he is a knight off-set by his killer instincts. But above all he is simply an outcast, a loner by created design, a being forced into a life he did not ask for.
[Canon] Baron Balazs is the beginning, the middle, and the end of the Pale Fallen Angel story. He is the core essence of the story as much as D is the stoic protagonist of the series. To start the story of Pale Fallen Angel it is Balazs that hires Vampire Hunter D to accompany the Baron back to his home town of Krauhausen in order for the unusual Noble to kill his own father. It is for this reason alone garnered with the promise given by Baron Balazs that he will not drink a drop of human blood along the way that the Hunter agrees to go with Balazs and act as his professional bodyguard.
Along the arduous trip several secrets concerning both the protagonist D and Baron Balazs are each discovered by the opposite character respectively. (Though in the case of D, naturally, it is all shrouded in mystery and a flicker of doubt.) For both (technically) it is about their unusual birth circumstances-their ‘creator’ specifically-their common link to the Scared Ancestor. Eventually fully revealed to D is the fact that Baron was indeed born a true full Noble, born of Lord Vlad Balazs and his wife, but for three months was taken from them at the moment of his birth and experimented upon by the Scared Ancestor. This gave Byron his unusually extraordinary abilities even for a Noble such as the rare ability to stay awake during the day, an extremely powerful aura, and strength, agility, and skills beyond even the strongest known vampiric capabilities. D also discovers the supposed reason Byron has come to kill his father-the contempt and jealously of Byron’s gift from the Scared Ancestor that caused strife his entire life with his father, the imprisonment and ‘death’ of Byron’s beloved mother, and then the subsequent banishment of the son who sought revenge. In a startling revelation it is revealed that Lord Vlad was not the first to attempt to kill his son; in fact, it was Lady Balazs herself who first tried to kill the unusual baby shortly after it was returned to her due to fear of the unknown gifts. Each discovery further shapes the outcome of the story, specifically shaping the emotions and actions of the two main characters.
By the time D figures out all of these mysteries it is well beyond the entrance to the city, several battles against the terrible Lord Vlad, and the death of one of their companions as well as the real death of Byron’s mother which both the last two of which helps shape his resolve to certain actions he takes in the end to achieve his ultimate goal. Byron has survived the impossible depths of water (a bane of all vampires), discovered hidden reserves of strength within himself even he did not know of, found that he embraces his bizarre heritance given to him by the Scared Ancestor to cherish life and not drink the blood of humans, and even survived a fatal stab to the heart (the one way to ensure any vampire’s death). In the end he kills his father and it is discovered that one final perfection has been added to his essence: he can walk in the light of day. Even D has no intentions of killing the full-blooded Noble-undoubtedly because of his fulfilled and continued promise of never drinking a single drop of human blood.
[Timeline] After all events in Pale Fallen Angel Parts 1-4 except the very last day. Taken before the sunrise of the last recuperative day-the last night he is alive.
[RP Sample] That night twilight began to rise, it seemed late rather than early this dawn after all the ordeals the unusual group had gone through the night just past. Balazs felt heavy and weak and yet-and yet he knew he did not wish to go to “sleep,” he did not want to crawl into his coffin or some other “safe” place and rest, he did not want to miss yet another sunrise fall upon his pale, pale white skin. He desired to see the brilliant light of the Solar Star just once with his own eyes, feel its radiant rays upon his paraffin flesh, its warmth spread through his cold, cold form. He did not feel like resting, not even after all that fighting and hardship and ordeal, he just did not feel like he could sleep just yet even with the night dwindling ever faster over the land.
He almost felt as though he could manage to wait and watch and see what it was his human companions and even his new dhampir friend, if he dared to call the half breed such, saw every waking moment. He almost felt truly alive for the first time in all his immortal life.
He strayed from them, strayed away from his companions’ sides for just a little while, out on a harmless stroll. Perhaps, he reasoned, to assess the damage to the city his “little” feud had caused in its struggle. To view what he should rightfully stay and help rebuild. And yet he knew he could not, would not, stay and instead give it back-back? that was the correct term, yes?-to the humans that deserved it, now free from the Noble’s grasp it was once held tightly within. He would leave in the morn-perhaps after seeing the morning sun?-and go far, far away from here. This was not his home-it was never really his home.
He finally came to a place so unfamiliar to him. Had this section of the city been built while he was away those ten odd years? Was it something furbished, created, constructed in his brief absence? He didn’t recognize it, and yet he easily knew it for what it was. Not quite of Noble design, but older and ancient like the very beginnings of his kind’s race. Like a forgotten design of something they had recreated for themselves and bettered and bettered until it became all but foreign from its beginning stages. It was a train station, and cradled within its nest of tracks outlined with companionable building and platform, a train itself. It almost seemed as though it were waiting for something…
Or someone, the Baron reasoned to himself.
The train was simple in design, not at all like the Nobles’ best creations that they honed over the glorious years, but elegant in its own right. Perhaps it was a steam locomotive of the really old, or perhaps its mysterious depths actually did hold something more modern like electricity. But the Baron easily knew it was not of Noble design no matter what it operated upon. It was something else. And again he wondered what it was doing here.
Waiting for someone, he heard his own mind remind him softly, whispering like the sweet seduction of the wind through the autumn leaves.
The Baron approached the station slowly now, steady in his steps and unfaltering only caution in the slowness of it not hesitance or fear. He decided he was curious and he’d give it a closer look. He stepped onto the platform and wandered further out onto the cement structure, peering idly at the train and then further off into the distance at where the tracks led out. But here in the Frontier-he stopped his steps now and stared out into the far horizon-in the Frontier there was nothing out there, nothing to lead to, nothing to arrive at except so far out into the borders past so many dangers that a train surely could not safely travel through any more. Towns were spread out far and wide and it was dangerous to travel between them, to ride or walk through the Frontier, to traverse the distance riddled full of monsters and unknowns just to arrive at another little town that was, more likely than not, no better off than the one you started from. How-why-could this train be here and look as though it spread its tracks out into the distance, out to nowhere in the end?
Byron had no answers, and yet even as he realized this his steps began to ring out across the platform, and he was not headed back to the inn to see his companions one last time before departing from them, leaving them for good, but instead his steady steps were headed straight for the train. For the open and waiting entrance there that yawned out to him, gaping, hoping to swallow him up. And he stopped with one foot inside the gaping maw, and one hand gripping the helpful railing up into the chasm, took a glance back towards the town which somehow seemed suddenly so small and distant and stared at its expanse and before he knew it words had sprung upon his lips-“I wish I could have said farewell.”-and then without warning at all he was swallowed by that waiting, waiting ever so patiently, mouth and up and into the waiting lushness that beckoned to him inside to sit and wait-wait until he arrived at that destination out in the middle of nowhere that he could not see.
The train lunged forward once, pulled its backside along like a caterpillar, and then finally with one or two more lurches was off at a slow yet steady pace that gradually got faster but not too fast. It was not in much of a hurry. And behind it the city disappeared into the distance and the train station waiting at the end of the outskirts-well, it disappeared too, only it wasn’t because of the distance.