Application for Vishous (Black Dagger Brotherhood Series)
(ooc: V is taken from about halfway through Lover Unbound, just before he meets Jane. I don't think he'd survive long parted from Jane, so i'd rather not part them - again. :D)
V wasn’t as surprised as most people would be when they open their bedroom door and suddenly they aren’t in what should have been their bedroom. An expression of recognition passed over his face, quickly hidden as he turned to look over his shoulder. The door was closed, sealed tight, from the looks of it.
He turned back to the moderately empty room and rubbed the knuckles of his ungloved hand against his left temple, over the tattoo that creeped from his hairline to the corner of his eye. “Sorry cop, ZeroSum will have to wait for a while,” he muttered, then went to investigate his cage.
V was a big guy. He looked like a weightlifter, only his muscles weren’t the gym-made kind, nor was his height. V was a modern day warrior, and his attire backed it up. Dressed in black, with a trenchcoat covering most of his weapons but for the two black bladed daggers on his chest, he moved like a lurking panther. If one thought his gait was distinctly inhuman, they would be right.
He also looked like one guy you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, and you’d be right for assuming so. Tattoos on his left hand and temple were warnings, (and other, hidden places) in the Old Language. He hated the fucking things, but they declared him as unsafe. It wasn’t common knowledge, but they’d been done without his consent. They’d caused him far too much shit in his life than was fair.
With one massive tattooed hand, he pulled the parchment of the application a little closer to himself, and his ice-blue eyes skimmed the questions briefly, before flicking back to the top of the parchment.
“A little more detail from my visions would have been nice, mother dearest,” he said, to himself, to his damned mother. At least he had something to think about before he went off to be his goddess mother’s walking sperm bank. Selfish bitch, he had no interest in being the Primale.
He answered the questions.
State your full name.
“Vishous, son of Bloodletter,” he said, spitting his father's name out with no affection. He watched as the quill wrote it down for him. “Man, I need to get Wrath one of them.” He blinked, and then asked the quill to scratch out his last sentence.
“Call me V, yeah?”
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
He thought for a moment, his eyes flicking to the left. His eyes hit the wooden chair, and he moved it aside gently. There was no way it would hold his size. He was nearly seven foot and made of pure muscle. He wasn’t even going to try. He was more comfortable standing when he didn’t know the complete story of why he was here anyway. He’d only seen the table and chair in his dreams, nothing else. He’d known this was coming, but he still didn’t know what ‘this’ was.
“Beth showed me some cheese the other day. I don’t know what it was, but it was tasty. Melt in your mouth kind, true?”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He raised an eyebrow. “Carrottop.”
3. What time is it where you are?
He checked his Rolex, rushing up the sleeve of his leather coat. He frowned. “It was 0400, but I appear to have lost time.”
Which was bad. His Rolex now said it was 0800. How the fuck was he going to stay out of the sunlight?
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
He glowered at the parchment, his eyes glowing faintly. “In my experience, those who return from the dead aren’t all that interested in sexually harassing people. Unless you’re Billy Riddle maybe. Point is he wouldn’t get a chance to harass anyone. My brothers and I would have taken care of him before he had a chance to hurt anyone, if we had the right info. Feel me?”
He shrugged. The lessers were a BFD to the Brothers.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
He rubbed at his goatee in thought. “The Apartment.”
He smiled, and the very tips of his pearly whites, along with fangs, could be seen between his lips.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“If you’re like my bitch of a mother,” he began, “you wouldn’t get either. Harry would be taken from his lovers and forced to do Her wish, impregnating 40 plus women for the next generation of chosen. Which is bullshit, if you ask me.”
He said nothing more. It was a sore subject with him because he couldn’t exactly deny her. She was a goddess, his goddess, as well as his mother. What right did he have to disobey her?
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
“I don’t know, my man. Not my problem. Wrath is the desk jokey now, not myself, true?” And he said that with all due respect to his king. Paperwork just wasn’t his scene.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
He raised an eyebrow. Well, alright.
He took a step back and lifted the lapels of his trenchcoat, pulling them outwards.
As well as the daggers strapped to his chest, he had two Sword Cutlass Specials in holsters at his hips, a butterfly knife strapped to his thigh and another to his back, a pocket knife in his leather pants’ pocket, another knife hidden in his shitkickers, and numerous other smaller weapons hidden on his person. And, more importantly, his right hand, which was gloved for the moment, and so safe. He’d rather not unglove it just for the sake of displaying it to civilians. That would be more than stupid.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He rubbed at his goatee with a gloved forefinger and thumb, thinking. “I’d offer a weapon, but only if you know how to use it, feel me?” He pulled his pocket knife from his leather pants and set it on the table, but kept it close to himself.
“Other than that, I can offer you this.” He pulled out his Primale medallion from one of his coats inner pockets and threw it onto the table, glaring at the useless piece of shit that had doomed him to a lifetime of servitude.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __V__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __V__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____V____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __V__
V wasn’t as surprised as most people would be when they open their bedroom door and suddenly they aren’t in what should have been their bedroom. An expression of recognition passed over his face, quickly hidden as he turned to look over his shoulder. The door was closed, sealed tight, from the looks of it.
He turned back to the moderately empty room and rubbed the knuckles of his ungloved hand against his left temple, over the tattoo that creeped from his hairline to the corner of his eye. “Sorry cop, ZeroSum will have to wait for a while,” he muttered, then went to investigate his cage.
V was a big guy. He looked like a weightlifter, only his muscles weren’t the gym-made kind, nor was his height. V was a modern day warrior, and his attire backed it up. Dressed in black, with a trenchcoat covering most of his weapons but for the two black bladed daggers on his chest, he moved like a lurking panther. If one thought his gait was distinctly inhuman, they would be right.
He also looked like one guy you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, and you’d be right for assuming so. Tattoos on his left hand and temple were warnings, (and other, hidden places) in the Old Language. He hated the fucking things, but they declared him as unsafe. It wasn’t common knowledge, but they’d been done without his consent. They’d caused him far too much shit in his life than was fair.
With one massive tattooed hand, he pulled the parchment of the application a little closer to himself, and his ice-blue eyes skimmed the questions briefly, before flicking back to the top of the parchment.
“A little more detail from my visions would have been nice, mother dearest,” he said, to himself, to his damned mother. At least he had something to think about before he went off to be his goddess mother’s walking sperm bank. Selfish bitch, he had no interest in being the Primale.
He answered the questions.
State your full name.
“Vishous, son of Bloodletter,” he said, spitting his father's name out with no affection. He watched as the quill wrote it down for him. “Man, I need to get Wrath one of them.” He blinked, and then asked the quill to scratch out his last sentence.
“Call me V, yeah?”
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
He thought for a moment, his eyes flicking to the left. His eyes hit the wooden chair, and he moved it aside gently. There was no way it would hold his size. He was nearly seven foot and made of pure muscle. He wasn’t even going to try. He was more comfortable standing when he didn’t know the complete story of why he was here anyway. He’d only seen the table and chair in his dreams, nothing else. He’d known this was coming, but he still didn’t know what ‘this’ was.
“Beth showed me some cheese the other day. I don’t know what it was, but it was tasty. Melt in your mouth kind, true?”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He raised an eyebrow. “Carrottop.”
3. What time is it where you are?
He checked his Rolex, rushing up the sleeve of his leather coat. He frowned. “It was 0400, but I appear to have lost time.”
Which was bad. His Rolex now said it was 0800. How the fuck was he going to stay out of the sunlight?
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
He glowered at the parchment, his eyes glowing faintly. “In my experience, those who return from the dead aren’t all that interested in sexually harassing people. Unless you’re Billy Riddle maybe. Point is he wouldn’t get a chance to harass anyone. My brothers and I would have taken care of him before he had a chance to hurt anyone, if we had the right info. Feel me?”
He shrugged. The lessers were a BFD to the Brothers.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
He rubbed at his goatee in thought. “The Apartment.”
He smiled, and the very tips of his pearly whites, along with fangs, could be seen between his lips.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“If you’re like my bitch of a mother,” he began, “you wouldn’t get either. Harry would be taken from his lovers and forced to do Her wish, impregnating 40 plus women for the next generation of chosen. Which is bullshit, if you ask me.”
He said nothing more. It was a sore subject with him because he couldn’t exactly deny her. She was a goddess, his goddess, as well as his mother. What right did he have to disobey her?
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
“I don’t know, my man. Not my problem. Wrath is the desk jokey now, not myself, true?” And he said that with all due respect to his king. Paperwork just wasn’t his scene.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
He raised an eyebrow. Well, alright.
He took a step back and lifted the lapels of his trenchcoat, pulling them outwards.
As well as the daggers strapped to his chest, he had two Sword Cutlass Specials in holsters at his hips, a butterfly knife strapped to his thigh and another to his back, a pocket knife in his leather pants’ pocket, another knife hidden in his shitkickers, and numerous other smaller weapons hidden on his person. And, more importantly, his right hand, which was gloved for the moment, and so safe. He’d rather not unglove it just for the sake of displaying it to civilians. That would be more than stupid.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He rubbed at his goatee with a gloved forefinger and thumb, thinking. “I’d offer a weapon, but only if you know how to use it, feel me?” He pulled his pocket knife from his leather pants and set it on the table, but kept it close to himself.
“Other than that, I can offer you this.” He pulled out his Primale medallion from one of his coats inner pockets and threw it onto the table, glaring at the useless piece of shit that had doomed him to a lifetime of servitude.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __V__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __V__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____V____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __V__