Post by Lance Dominic Rice on May 12, 2009 15:46:38 GMT -5
"Everything I touch, I break"
Name: Lance Dominic Rice
Age: 21
True Age: 119
Sex: Male
Location: Port Angeles
"I scratch and tear until it bleeds."
Appearance: Lance has shoulder length blond hair with a slight curl to it. His face has a thin layer of scruff at all times and he is well toned. He stands at six feet and weighs just below two hundred pounds. He likes to wear frilly stylish clothing, always ranging from white two black with a slightly dark gray scale. One thing people always notice is that he wears a pair of dark glasses on his face almost constantly, this is to negate his powers from accidentally entrancing someone.
"I cant wait to break you"
Personality: Lance is a egotistical narcosis, he is obsessed with the game of tricking his prey. He is also very old school, he often allows his mind to wander into his past and keep many of his habits, such as smoking (which gives him the appearance of being human. He doesn't normally subject himself to a social life with the Exception of the hunt. Lance considered himself more of a god then a vampire.
Power/Ability: Lance is able to manipulate how attracted any being, human, vampire and everything in between, is to him. He can make a woman fall head over heals in love with him at first sight, more so then other vampires. He uses this skill to lure in prey to a secluded space.
His power works through his eyes so he has to make eye contact with his victim before activating it. He often wears sunglasses to keep from using them accidentally. His ability is less effective on vampires, only working to the point where he can get another vampire to like him, consider him a close and personal friend.
Likes:
The hunt
Seduction
Old fashioned things
Fast cars
Clubs
Carnivorous female vampires
Dislikes:
Vegetarian vampires
New Age fads
Heroes
Being tied down
History:Lance has little memory of his previous life. He only really remembers his parents dying and the girls he had swarming around him constantly. He was transformed by a nomad carnivorous vampire named Val. He traveled with him through his newborn years and killed him when he was confident in his abilities as a vampire. He traveled all along the east coast, a lone nomad for the majority of his vampire life.
He had a run in with the Volturi in the mid nineteen hundreds. Lance had gone out of control with blood lust and his technique got sloppy. The Volturi threatened him with...termination, if he didn't learn how to conceal his nature more thoroughly. Forced to face his sudden mortality in immortality Lance developed his 'Siren' technique of seducing young woman into isolation.
He moved to Port Angeles a year ago, living alone in a penthouse acquired through his ill begotten fortune of old rich men with no families. He never saw a flaw in his life style though, just saw it as his right of being an immortal.
"My Life, My Pain, I hate my darkest days"
Role Play Sample: Lance sat at the bar of a night club, a pair of dark sun glasses sat on his nose, concealing his eyes. A group of girls dressed in skimpy outfits standing a little way down the bar from him. A sly grin formed on his face as he recognized his pray of the night. A dark haired, curvy, hispanic girl in a tight green halter top. He pushed off his stool and glided up behind her without making a sound. When the rest of her friends began to walk away Lance cleared his throat slightly. The girl turned to face him with emerald eyes. Lance pulled the glasses from his face and gazed into her eyes with his burgundy ones. He began to work his magic on her lust, make himself seem even more appealing to her.
"Hello my dear..." Lance began, tracing his cold fingers across her warm, exposed arm. It didn't matter if she noticed the tempature difference, he had already planted the seed of capture. "H...h...hi..." The girl managed to stutter out. Lance breathed in deeply as the blood rushed to his prey's cheeks. The smell of human blood seemed intoxicating to him, no matter how recently he had eaten last. Lance ran his hand up her arm to her chin. He could hear her heart beat increasing, the blood rushing through her body. The sound was almost like a drug to Lance. He leaned forward and whispered into the girls ear, with an extra-musical voice. "Follow me..." He whispered into her ear. Her eyes lay straight forward, her gaze miles away. She obediently held her hand out to Lance, who took it gently and guided the girl to her doom...
