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Vex de Draak
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:00 pm
by Vex
VEX
veks/
verb. to make (someone) feel annoyed, frustrated, or worried, especially with trivial matters
I WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH TO FIND, I WAS NEVER BAD ENOUGH TO MIND- BIRTH NAME: Ian D. Warren
ALIAS: Vexian de Draak
NICKNAMES: Vexy, Vexacious, Vexasaurus [Rex], Schatz, little bug, Kutit, Wā'il, basherter, Peacock
DATE of BIRTH: June 8th, 1923
PLACE of BIRTH: UNKNOWN, Quebec, Canada
DATE of DEATH: June 6th, 1944
AGE at DEATH: 20
PLACE of DEATH: Normandy, France
SPECIES: Vampire
LINEAGE: de Draak, Shiaraffa, Mahorela, Amandine
MOTTO: Familia supra omnia
MARITAL STATUS: Partner bound to Zach Brigantes
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual
KINSEY SCALE: 5
NATIONALITY: Canadian
LANGUAGES: French, English
PHYSICAL
- HEIGHT: 5'9" (will adamantly claim 5'10.5")
WEIGHT: 161 lbs
HAIR: Brown, almost black, medium length
EYES: Dark, mossy green
APPARENT AGE: Early 30s
HERITAGE: French/Dutch/German/Irish/++
ACCENT: Muddled - mix of Quebecois/Belgian French, and British English
BUILD: Slender, toned
POSTURE: Rigid
HANDEDNESS: Right
SCENT: Earthy; dirt, detrital decay
TATTOOS: Right shoulder - zombie unicorn & wyvern rampant in front of an all-seeing eye, unicorn destroyed and covered with smoke.
PIERCINGS: None
BRANDS: RoR logo on left shoulder blade; Mark of Michael on back of his neck
SCARS: Many - notable:
- Three parallel claw marks from his right temple, ending just above the right corner of his mouth
Two gunshot wounds to the chest
Multiple on the back, and right side of his head, mostly hidden by hair
MISSING: Left-hand ring finger
ATTIRE: Black suits, grayscale jeans, dress pants, button-down shirts, suits. Avoids wearing anything of colour.
OTHER
- PLAY-BY: Ben Barnes/Peter Badenhop
DISCORD: Petromyzontida
WRITER: Lyssa
Re: Vex de Draak
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:18 pm
by Vex
ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HEAVEN, AND THE RIGHTEOUS SIDE OF HELLOff the coast of Normandy, France
8th Infantry Brigade, 3rd Canadian Infantry Division
Codename: Juno
June 6th, 1944 - D-Day
The guy beside you at the back of the lander, Marshall, is seasick. You can’t blame him; you’re all getting tossed around pretty badly by the sea swells. Everyone else is sending up silent prayers while you stand there, watching Marshall throw his guts up in the corner. You’ve never been much for religion. Your dog tags say you’re Roman Catholic, but you’ve not prayed in years; you’re not about to start now. Standing crammed between your brothers in arms, boots getting spattered with someone else's vomit, you’re glad you’d never been claustrophobic. Lucky you – but not really... The silence from the regiment is unnerving. There's something wrong with dozens of guys crammed into a tin can, not saying a word to each other.
Not that it’s quiet; beyond the crash of waves against the lander, off in the distance, death's orchestra is well under way – you figure everyone wants to listen a while, maybe try to learn the rhythm before joining in. That must be it because nobody says a word.
You’re close. The door’s about to come down - you're all about to lose the precious few inches of steel protecting you from a hailstorm of bullets. Just like that, the silence is broken by your Commanding Officer – he’s yelling something about tactics, plans, some sort of last-minute pep talk over the gunfire. You don't listen; you’re busy picking Marshall off the floor. Sand grates against the bottom of the boat and it lurches to a stop, still buffeted by waves. Down goes the gate and your CO steps up, screaming 'go, go, go' as he waves you out to greet the chaos on the beach to the crack of machine gun fire. The whole group's piling out, ready for the shitstorm - prepared to fight.
But you’ll never be ready for this.
The first thing you see of real battle is your CO's head parted from his shoulders. One second it’s there, the next it’s gone. You think you blinked. The worst part is that he stays standing there for a few seconds, that arm still waving you all out of the lander. You freeze. Someone slams into you from behind. For the agonizing few seconds it takes the rest of his body to realize it’s missing something vitally important, the only difference is that he’s stopped yelling.
For everyone in that lander, the promise of valour and glory in combat are shown for the cheap lies they are in less than ten seconds. You'd all been fed a lie and you'd lapped it up eagerly like the stupid kids you were - most of you, anyway. Later, the horror of what you experienced that morning on the beach would be stripped down to something palatable for the history books. They’d call it the Battle of Normandy. What you remember of it, you call hell.
- You have drunk up to 54,000 pints of blood.
Powers: Fully powered
CHILDER: Seb, Gypsy, Aydan, Anders, Deylin, Roadrunner, Ezra, Azeara, Stryker, Church, IceAngel, Joy, Inu, Priss, Malakai, Smerberous, Willa, Narcisssa, Mortalis
LINEAGE: Taltos Oberon
SIBLINGS: YAWA, Zekemorningsta, Dreston, Fatima, Jet, Raleigh
ALLEGIANCE: Haus Schiaraffa, House de Draak, The Ferrymen
CITY - PAST
- SIRES: Malkavian, Maijca, LadyFae, Tifereth
CHILDER: Jamilla, scratch, Rile, Resureyu, Nephriel, Kaelani, Valerian, Caelestis, Vespertine, Drayden, Reyna, Persimmon, Rhet, Yurina, Jenny, Orion, Dae Hyun, Mingyu, Magwayen, Eli Hartley, Lyn, Ravenloft
BOUND PARTNERS: Deylin, Ace, Vespertine, melanctha, Eyezac, Ezra, Xedanis, Drayden
CLANS
The Ferrymen
Acheronian
April 2019 - Present
The Republic of Ravenblack
Ducere, War & Defence
June 2008 - July 2015
Scions of the Phoenix
Member
March/April 2008
Yggdrasil
Student
September - December 2007
WARS
Legacy War
December 2010 - January 2011
Combatants: Yggdrasil and the Republic vs. Capadocian Legacy
Participation: Citizen, RoR
Zeroed: No
Ferrymont War
September - October 2013
Combatants: Yggdrasil, the Republic, D'dary vs. Ferrymen, House Dumont & tagalongs
Participation: Ducere W&D, RoR
Zeroed: No
D'dary vs. the Republic
July 2015
Combatants: D'dary vs. RoR and friends
Participation: Minion, D'dary
Zeroed: No
Clusterfuck Supreme
March - April 2016
Combatants: D'dary vs. The Alliance
Participation: D'dary
Zeroed: Yes [suicide along with the rest of D'dary]
Not-A-War
April - May 2018
Combatants: de Draak vs. House of Silence, din Kolesi, House Agrippa, House de Vangeline
Participation: Leader, House de Draak
Zeroed: No
NumptyGate
June - July 2024
Combatants: MADS vs. "The Loose Collective"
Participation: Leader, House de Draak/Schiaraffa
Zeroed: No
Re: Vex de Draak
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:24 pm
by Vex
SOMETIMES YOU TELL THE DAY BY THE BOTTLE THAT YOU DRINK
God? Are you there?
When was the last time you had this nightmare? It must have been years. It wasn't your handiwork; you weren't responsible for that massacre, but you'd seen the aftermath. You'd stood on the edge of that pit and stared down at corpses so distorted by starvation that it was hard to believe they'd ever lived. But you know they had - you knew it then, too. You could smell it. They said that one pit held five thousand bodies, but you still don't really believe it. All those arms and legs jumbled together, it looked like more. It looked like less.
Where are you? Where were you then?
There's no comfort in the living room or anywhere else. It's not quite dark outside - you can see the light creeping through the window coverings - but even if it were, you can't run from your mind. The best you can do is get up, take your hangover and crawl to the bathroom to wash the sweat off your skin.
I could use your help...
The cold water helps. Leaning over the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection dripping icy water doesn't. Not when you can't even look yourself in the eye. It's not the first time you slouch there, afraid to confront everything you've seen, and it won't be the last. Someday, you tell yourself for the thousandth time, Someday you'll deal with this, but not today. Today you just need another bottle. You just need to sleep. So that's what you do - you walk away and stumble back to the kitchen. There's another bottle hiding somewhere, there has to be.
Please, God?
You asked for God and found Jack instead.
- MOTIVATION: Protection of his loved ones
TYPE: INTJ - The Architect
VARIANT: Assertive
ROLE: Analyst
STRATEGY: Confident Individualism
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral
- A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to him. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favour a strong, organized government.
LIKES: Math, history, art, puzzles, any type of alcohol, consistency, coffee, tea
DISLIKES: Stagnation, hypocrisy, firearms, cowardice, alcohol, neediness, children, magnets, food
STRENGTHS: Reliable, organized, honourable, intelligent, honest, tenacious, righteous, quick learner
WEAKNESSES: Cold, vindictive, pretentious, arrogant, self-righteous, confrontational, unyielding
VICES: Alcohol, cigarettes
FEARS: Firearms/gunshots/loud, booming noises, abandonment/rejection
SPECIAL POWERS:
Synesthesia (fading)
Necromancy
The ability to sense, control and reconstitute any form of the dead.
HOBBIES: Sketching (charcoal), reading, training (Muay Thai), equestrian, taxidermy
HABITS: Staring - either doesn't realize what he's doing or doesn't care
Rubbing the back of his neck - usually a sign of nerves or guilt
- BRAIN DAMAGE
Several metal shards remain embedded in Vex's brain following an explosion near the end of WWII. Although mostly healed, severe trauma to the pons, occipital and temporal lobe shortly after his turning has left permanent damage. This damage manifests itself in the form of short-term memory loss, interference with long-term memory, general disinterest in sex, increased aggression, achromatopsia, and impairment of involuntary eye movement/function.
PTSD
Although mostly under control, Vex still suffers from occasional PTSD episodes. Unexpected loud, booming noises, gunshots, increased periods of stress, and interpersonal conflict can trigger flashbacks, nightmares, periods of avoidance, and general apathy.
ACHROMATOPSIA
Partly psychosomatic, partly as a result of severe brain damage, Vex is completely unable to distinguish any kind of colour and sees the world in shades of grey. Although he can't perceive colour visually, he is afflicted with synesthesia whereby he is able to 'taste' colour; this ability has faded over the years, however, to the point where it is barely functional.
POSSESSIONS
- HOME: Wyvernhall (Ivy/38th) and an abandoned two-bedroom farmhouse at Vulture and 92nd (burned to the ground by Ezra)
WEAPONS: Paired knives with wrist sheathe - unadorned; various garden tools
PETS: Caesar/Apollo - Weimaraner [deceased]
Storm - Cheval Canadien stallion
Dread - Small wyvern; has grown to the size of a large pony
IMPORTANT POSSESSIONS:
- Dog tags - WWII relic/last remaining human possession - gifted to Ezra on December 7th, 2015
Diamond Ring [Count Tuna]
Locket [Majica]
One of Vespertine's eyeballs (dried)
Legatum and military MVP medals [nitenurse]
Lawnchair with gold armrests [Seyda]
Lachrymatory [Eyezac]
Black tungsten wedding band [Ezra]
Painting on canvas, Snowy Miyajima [Max]
Star of David necklace, originally belonging to Ezra's father [Returned to Ezra January 13th 2018]
Pyrite pendant [Felix]
Dagger [Shi de Draak]
A broadsword [Tifereth]
- Steel and white gold at the handle, carefully fashioned into the maw and claws of a wyvern - tongue and sharp talons wrapped around the handle. On the blade: Familia Supra Omina, engraved in flowing cursive - and a date: June 8th, 2016.
A family tree [Kiia]
-The frame was made of heavy cedar, and what was contained behind the glass was a tree that held not leaves, but paper animals underneath of which each family member's name had been inscribed. Vex was at the heart of the tree, near the Earth. He was the T-rex, the cute pet name that was given to him. Anders was a white lamb, Ezra was a lion with a little mane, Willa was a deer. Rhet the rat. Orion the lion. Gypsy the moth. Shi the mushroom. Lyn the dandelion. Seb the zebra. Other names had been added along the tips of branches, but animals had not been placed there yet. There were plenty of vacant spots in case of additions, too! Lastly, on the ground was the de Draak insignia and the name written in silver, bold lettering.
Wyvern hilted truth dagger [Gypsy]
A gold dandelion table piece with an inscription engraved on the bottom. "No matter how far apart we are, you are always in my heart. Love, Annabelle" [Annabelle]
Silver flask, engraved with a curious emblem resembling a hybridized number 1, and the letter B. Serial number stamped just below the neck: 29. Contains double shots of First Brew, insulated with nitrogen. [Xedanis]
A hand-carved wooden chess set made up of angels and wyverns instead of typical pieces [Ezra]
A flat, handpainted, oval-shaped rock divided into three sections: grey with blood spots, a fawn with a little heart, and a living swirl of black ink. The rock sits on Vex's desk. [Joy, ophelia, Liski]
Re: Vex de Draak
Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:28 pm
by Vex
