Post by Alvise Morelli on Jun 17, 2011 22:29:17 GMT -5
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Name: Alvise Morelli
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: ...Human?
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Count, Owner of several hospitals and clinics
Face claim: Charles; Blood+
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Abilities/Strengths:
Medical prowess. Because he owns several hospitals and clinics, and because he is very interested in the internal workings of a human, he is almost as knowledgable as any regular surgeon. He would be able to locate any organ within a human, dead or alive. He isn't squeemish at all, infact he enjoys sitting in on surgeries and the like. When asked about his strong stomach, he's simply stated that, "I am not human, so when a human goes under the knife, it's just like watching an animal get butchered, and nothing more.
Because he is so skilled in the medical field, he knows much about human diseases and how to treat them. (With the knowledge they had in the 1800s, at least.)
Alvise can also jump a bit better than the average human, an ability that sparked the idea that he was a vampire. He obviously can't jump like a demon or a reaper, but he can jump a foot or two higher than most humans.
Inabilities/Weaknesses:
Mental illness. Alvise actually believes he's a vampire, and as such, he consumes human blood when he can get it. He hates to eat normal food. Because of this, he's usually very malnourished and quite sickly. He can tire easy and sometimes will wear himself down to the point of passing out. Though he blames his sickness on the human food that he sometimes is forced to consume by those who care about him. He is frightened of sunlight and believes that it will boil him alive because he's a vampire. When wandering out in the day, he will only wear black clothing that completely covers his body, save for his head. To protect his head from the sun, he forces his help to carry an open umbrella, even when it is not raining.
Appearance:
Alvise is a young boy with a slender build and very pale skin from the lack of sunlight that he gets. His hair is a bluish black and cut level with his ears. His eyes are an unforgettable violet hue. The most striking feature are the two small fangs that make him look very much like a vampire.
Personality:
Being of nobility, Alvise is spoiled like most. He doesn't respect people of higher rank than he because he believes that all humans are merely food. Although he is mostly cold to the humans around him, his personality completely changes when he is actually drinking someone's blood. Feeling closer to the person when he is drinking from them, he seems loving and gentle. He'll caress the victim, even take care not to hurt them. However, when he's done, he snaps back to his previous nature.
Alvise enjoys showing off his money. Often times he'll throw lavish parties and invite hundreds of people. Although, he doesn't do this to socialize. It's more like shopping to him, to select his next, fresh victim.
Alvise is simply enthralled by human anatomy and health. This is one reason he owns so many hospitals and clinics. He believes that the internal anatomy of a human is art and something that should be kept safe and in working order. (So that it tastes its best.) He's sat in on so many surgeries that he would be able to perform the operations himself with the same accuracy and knowledge of an actual surgeon.
Life Story:
Alvise was born into a seemingly normal family of nobility. His mother and father had no quarrels and they spoiled their only son, just as regular parents would do.
When Alvise turned 8, he noticed that his mother was not as energetic as she used to be, and sometimes she even happened to cough up blood. He was kept away from his mother. At that time, he didn't understand what was happening to her. Many doctors came to see her, but were unable to cure her condition. On October 31st, his mother died of tuberculosis.
Alvise was not aware that his mother had passed away. He'd walked down the hallway to her quarentined room to talk to her about All Hallows' Eve. As he drew closer to her door, a strange smell filled his nostrils. He'd never before witnessed such a fragrance. As he opened to door, his distinctive violet eyes widened at the sight. The room was covered in blood as his father sat next to the bed. His father's eyes looked distant, as he held his wife's dismembered arm in his hands, the flesh of it half torn off and dangling from his bloody lips. All that the man said at the time was, "It's amazing. She's part of me forever."
Alvise was horrified by the sight and ran from the scene. Without even packing any of his belongings, he made one of the servants drive him to his Aunt's house where he lived for the next year.
Everyday, the event he witnessed tormented his mind. He tried to rationalize it. He wondered if there was an illness of some sort that befell his father and caused him to do such a thing. That was when he began to read old medical journals that his Aunt had collected from various scholars. One 'ailment' that stuck out to him the most was vampirism. He read about this 'Vampirism' and took note of all the symptoms. Sickly pale skin. Aversion to daytime. Restlessness at night. Physical ability beyond that of a normal human. And lastly... the lust for human flesh, particularily the blood that circulated through it. All these things.. They not only described his father, but many of them described himself. Could he have been...? All along? That was when Alvise's shattered and traumatized mind began twisting his thoughts into believing he was this devilish creature of the night. Just like his father.
Before he could confront his father about that night, he heard that he had died of the same ailment that his mother had. He wasn't upset by this, only mildly frustrated that he would never know the truth. Taking his rightful inheritance, he moved back into their home in Italy and began using his wealth to fund new hospitals and clinics throughout the peninsula. As he grew older, his belief that he was a vampire only grew stronger until the point that he lusted for the chance to try blood. Eventually, he paid off one of the doctors from a hospital he funded to give him some of the transfusion blood. He didn't tell the doctor what it was for, but the Doctor asked no questions when given such a large amount of money. Alvise drank the blood later that evening in a wine glass along with his meal. It was simply amazing. And that was when he knew what he truly was.
Over the next few years, he grew to hate human food of any kind. He drank more and more blood, only from hospitals at first, until finally, on the eve of his mother's death, he had his canine teeth sharpened by a dentist and he made his first kill. Remembering the gruesome scene he'd witnessed before, not only did he drain as much of the victim's blood as possible, but he made meal of some of the flesh as well. No wonder his father had committed such a crime. It was amazing. That human was now part of him.
Now, Alvise is planning to move to London because he's afraid of the constant sunshine in Italy. He's heard that it's always raining and cloudy in England, which sounds like the perfect place to live!
Sample Roleplay:
This sample contains some cannibalism and stuff so... Just a warning if you're grossed out by that kind of thing XD;
Obsession. Really, that's what it was. Something about the way that the thick, red liquid slid so easily down his throat; it was amazing. He'd just made a victim of a young noble girl. Only 16. She probably had a wonderful life planned out. Maybe she even had a fiance that was waiting eagerly to marry her. But, alas, he'd taken that away. Something about the fact that he'd cut short all of her plans made the blood taste sweeter.
With his fangs buried deep in the girl's tender, pale neck, he gently drew the liquid into his mouth. While one arm was wrapped around the corsetted torso, the fingers of his other hand traced the girl's frightened countenance. After having his fill, he pulled back from the sweet flesh and gazed lovingly at the girl. Blood trickled from the corners of his upturned lips as they parted slightly to whisper in a soft tone. "Beautiful and a simply divine taste."
The boy's gaze turned upward. The moon was full, as an ominous veil of cloud danced around the brightly shining orb. It was All Hallow's Eve. Usually his meal only consisted of that thick, warm liquid. But tonight... It was the anniversary of his mother's death; a scene forever etched into the recesses of his mind. Without a second thought, his gaze lowered to the lifeless girl once more as he leaned closer. His bloodstained lips drew near, only inches from the cold, pale lips of the girl. Delicately, he pressed his own mouth against hers, sharing a final kiss, before he ripped at the flesh and savored the taste.
Alvise continued his feast well into the night, enjoying the soft texture of the skin. Eventually though, he'd had his fill of the innocent creature. Satisfied, he simply dropped her mutilated body to the ground and stood from where he was kneeling in the street. All at once his expression changed. Where once there was tenderness and longing, there was only a cold stare. Humans were just meals and nothing more.
Covering his body with the cape and mantle that he had removed before feasting, he turned on his heel and walked off down the street, leaving the poor girl to be found by what ever civilian would come across her. He had enough money and enough brains to keep himself hidden from the police. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
