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Post by Lucien M. Montoire on May 20, 2013 17:58:26 GMT 10
:: LUCIEN MAXIME MONTOIRE :: Basics!
:: AGE:248 – Appears to be in his early twenties
:: BIRTHDAY: January 4, 1765
:: GENDER: Male
:: SEXUALITY:Bi-Sexual
:: FACE CLAIM:Nicholas Hoult
:: MEMBER GROUP: Vampire
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN: French, English,German, Spanish, Italian Mandarin, Japanese, Punjabi (After almost 300 years, you pick up a few languages)
Personality!
:: LIKES:
HIMSELF: There are few things in this world that Lucien has ever loved quite as much as himself. He is, after all, as close as a person, or vampire, could really come to being perfection. Handsome, intelligent, gracious, humble.... or at least he would tell you so.
FINE WINE: Whether it is while eating at a fine restaurant, or a deep chardonnay to go along with draining blood from a fresh source, everything is better with wine.
CONTROL: Lucien likes control- specifically control of others. Getting people to do as he wishes, either through subtle manipulation or through aggressive coercion. Both hold equal delight for him.
CAUSING PAIN: There is something so delightful about hurting someone else, physical or mental- though admittedly, mental anguish is so much longer lasting and satisfying.
READING: Everything from classic literature to trashy tabloid magazines, Lucien will devour anything you put in front of him. He has always been well read, and though so many of his boasts are just the product of his own self grandeur, his intelligence isn't entirely overrated.
SEDUCTION: Like any Frenchman worth his salt, Luc takes great pains to maintain his air of sexuality. He has had countless partners in his lifetime. It certainly isn't about emotion or love, but it isn't even about the physical either. It is another form of control and manipulation that he can't ever seem to get enough of, and having any number of men or women wrapped around not just his pinky, but all his fingers, gives him a deep sense of joy.
MONEY: Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Lucien likes the finer things in life, and money will buy you the finer things. He could, if he felt so inclined, simply make someone else get things for him, but he would rather have the power of having it himself.
:: DISLIKES:
MESS: Lucien likes things to be kept neat and tidy, and expects everyone around him to keep order as well. It borders on OCD. OCD paired with a violent, dangerous vampire.... its best to pick up after yourself around him.
HUNTERS: It really is a natural enenimity. They are, for the most part, fools, idiot humans who think they have any sort of real power, but they are a nuisance none the less, and Luc believes the world will be a better place without them in it.
“VEGETARIANS”: While he does find some small amount of amusement in the bumblings of humanity (his own having been drained away ages ago, he holds no love or empathy for them, and as such, he thinks that those of his kind who believe there is something to be gained by not drinking from them, are weak, and a disgrace to vampires. He will not hesitate to kill them as quickly as he kills humans.
CHEAP WINE: It is sacrilege. Simple as that. He would rather drink the foul smelling blood of a werewolf mixed with sweat and warm urine than deign to drink a cheap wine.
STRONGWILLED PEOPLE: This really is a love/hate thing. He respects people who are stronger, who he is unable to just walk all over, but he hates when people think they can say no to him, or think that they are on the same level as him.
:: HABITS: Lucien obsessively cleans up after himself and others- and will likely beat the tar out of people who made the mess in the first place. Despite being well traveled and fluent in many languages, he will slip in his native French when angry or upset. Usually calls people slightly condescending pet names.
:: STRENGTHS:
CALCULATING: Meticulous and always thinking, it is incredibly hard to pull one over on Lucien. Perhaps because his mind is so twisted, it's not easy for many people to out maneuver him.
CHARM: Lucien couldn't ever get away with being the supreme jerk that he is, if he wasn't able to be equally suave and charismatic when he needs to be. He is equal parts sweet and sour with people depending on what will suit his interests best.
SELF SERVING: Luc is always looking out for number one. Which, of course, his Luc. Ultimately, he is a survivor, and his own well being will outweigh everything else. It may not be pleasant, but it has helped keep him alive and thriving for centuries.
INTELLIGENCE: Lucien has a sharp mind, he prides himself oh his intellect.
:: WEAKNESSES:
PRIDE: Luc is overly prideful, and while he is self serving, he also has difficulty admitting when he may be in over his head, or finding fault in himself, It is overconfidence that leads to underestimating some people.
EMOTION: Luc was never a man very in sync with his emotions when he was alive. Turning into a vampire didn't help that. Lucien has not really felt deep emotions in centuries, love, hate, it is all kind covered in a film for him. He will never really truly feel real love or even hate because he shut that part of himself off long ago.
STUBBORN: Lucien is incredibly stubborn, he thinks- no- knows, he is right about things and does not admit otherwise. Even at times when it is blatantly obvious that he is wrong.
EXCESS: Lucien is prone to fits of excess- while he loves control over others, he does not always show control in himself. While he is perfectly able to fit in among humans, to control his bloodlust- that doesn't mean he doesn't love to indulge himself.
:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Lucien has, throughout his life, been a precocious and particular man. He is obsessive in many ways, keeps himself looking pristine, as well as everything around him. He a man to which appearance means a lot, and is always fastidious about how he looks and how he is presented to others. In many ways he is very superficial, prone to making snap judgments based on what he sees. He is very elitist. In life, he was from a noble family, and becoming a vampire didn't dampen any of the bourgeois tendencies he held in life. He genuinely feels as though he is better than most people, that there aren't any who are his equal. He is vain, pompous, and looks down his nose at pretty much everyone.
Lucien is a charming man in many ways, he is polite, seems gentlemanly, He is suave and makes a game of seduction. He enjoys toying with people's emotions gets great joy from it. He is manipulative and cunning, he enjoys controlling others, whether it is through the aforementioned manipulation, or through brutal coercion. Causing pain for others, physical, mental, emotional, it gets his undead hear beating. He lives for it. He, underneath the handsome and charming exterior is a cold and calculating man, he is cruel, heartless. He is prone to fits of excess, and while he is perfectly able to control himself among humans, it doesn't mean he doesn't love to go a little over board.
He is quite intelligent, prides himself on keeping his mind sharp. He doesn't tolerate fools very well, and considering he thinks most people fools, well.... He carries a lot of disdain for humanity, doesn't think they are worth much, and considers them nothing more than a food source and a slight amusement. He considers other supernatural creatures a slight step above, though not much. He doesn't really do much in the way of emotions, and usually is mildly annoyed rather than angry- though mildly annoyed is just as dangerous. He is ruthless, stubborn and full of pride With no compunctions, even slight aggravation is enough to make him take a life. It comes as easily to him as walking.
History!
:: MOTHER: Cecile Margerite Montoire
:: FATHER: Bastien Antoine Montoire – Marquis de Lafayette
:: SIBLINGS:
Gaspard Renaud Montoire
Yves Benoit Montoire
:: SPOUSE: None
:: CHILDREN: None
:: PETS: Raven named 'Poe'
:: HISTORY: Lucien began his life in France in 1765, born in his family's estate, he was the second son of Bastien Montoire, the Marquis de Lafayette. As the second son, it was unlikely that he would ever inherit his father's title, but that hardly meant he didn't act as though he was. His childhood was one full of opulence and excess. France in the late 1700s was on a precipice, the class line between the nobility and the rest of the citizens was at its most clearly defined. Lucien spent his years split between the family holdings in Lafayette, in Versailles, or in school in Paris. He had no responsibilities, his life was an endless parade of parties, niceties, and political maneuvering. Even then, he was adept at manipulating his peers, getting his kicks from hurting people and gaining power over them. He was, to be completely honest, a horrible person, with few redeeming qualities in his life.
In 1789, the world changed dramatically for Lucien. Just a little thing called the French revolution. His family was, like the rest of the nobility, targeted. He was forcibly stripped from his home, everything he had was taken from him, and he watched as his parents were sent to prison, and eventually put to death. It was inevitable that he and his brothers would eventually follow suite, especially with their clear disdain for the common people, and for Lucien, his pride acted strongly against him as he refused to acknowledge the change in power in France.
His life was saved, and irrevocably altered, by a chance meeting. One of the young revolutionaries, a gentleman named Francois, took an interest in the proud son of the Marquis. What it was about Lucien that drew the other man's attention is a mystery to all but him- perhaps he saw some of his own personality in the boy. Irregardless, Francois was not as he seemed. A vampire, already 400 years old, he was powerful, often taken with impulsive decisions, and, having recently lost the two younger vampires he had created a coven with, was lonely. Instead of allowing Lucien to eventually share the same fate as his parents, Francois made the choice to turn him.
That was when Lucien's life really began. Unable to stay in Paris, Francois took the fledgling Lucien to London, where he guided him through his transformation and into his new life. The first few years were a dream. Lucien was everything that Francois had wanted in a prodigy- the traits that made him so despicable in life made him a perfect fit with Francois. London was a perfect fit for the vampires, large, and full of twisted streets full of forgotten people. It was a lesson that stuck early on for Luc, though he wasn't always the best at remembering it. The larger the city, the more forgettable the victims, the longer you can stay. Francois had made quite a life for himself in the centuries he'd been alive. He had his fingers in many pies, every bit a business man- he was often the power in the shadows that guided many executives, and his dealings again taught Luc a valuable lesson about investment and managing and growing finances. While he had always had money in life, he had never had to make it, it just was there. Seeing how Francois used what he already had to grow and keep them both in the lifestyle Luc had been accustomed too was something he would never forget, and later adopt to manage his own finances. It was a bloody time for them both, Lucien awakened from the chaos of his rebirth and found that he was not only well suited to his new circumstances, but enjoyed it more completely than anything else. The two tore through London well into the early 1800s.
By the 1820s, Lucien and Francois were drifting apart. The shift came almost entirely from Lucien. He was growing in strength, coming into his own, and he no longer felt like he wanted or needed the guidance of the older vampire. While the two had shared many years side by side in friendship, as occasional lovers, as the nightmares of many on the street, Lucien felt no real attachment to him. The older vampire was loosing his touch, he was boring, he was too emotionally attached to many things, including Lucien, and it was so clear to Lucien that he was really nothing more than a commoner, and despite his age, was not worthy of him. The tension came to a head in the summer of 1826- Lucien had begun spending more and more time on his own, away from Francois. He would leave the dirty streets of places like White Chapel and other warrens of London's underbelly in the east side, their favoured hunting grounds, and go to the areas of more civilized gentry, spending more time with humans of his own class than they really ever had before. Francois was fine with the excursions, so long as Luc remembered that these were play things, not a food source. Luc spent months wooing a young woman of means, seducing her, teasing her, taking joy in as her infatuation grew day by day, month by month. Francois watched with cautious amusement, keeping out of Luc's way, but watchful that it wasn't taken too far. It was only a matter of time before Luc did, inevitably take it too far, and after finally having the woman wrapped snugly to around his finger, he crushed her spirit, then drained her dry. He'd always enjoyed the finer things in life, the best foods, wines, and people. It was no different now, the slow drawn out game with the girl, and the inevitable conclusion, made her blood so much sweeter, the fact that she would be missed, mourned, made it all the better. Francois was apocalyptic when he found out, his anger made worse by the completely lack of remorse from Lucien. It hadn't been an accident, a moment of bloodlust gone awry. He had carefully and meticulously planned for the moment, and couldn't care less about what it meant for Francois. It was the first time that Francois played the card of 'creator', of trying to exert some kind of control over Lucien. Francois was brutal in his punishment, which Lucien took with an impassive, unreadable face. As the older vampire prepared for their now required and hasty departure, Lucien came to an important conclusion. Francois had to die. Not only because he'd dared strike him, but because he was holding Lucien back, and he saw little value in Francois anymore. He knew he would never be able to just leave his creator, it would be messy and Luc hated messes no matter what, and Francois would never really be out of his life. If seemed far easier to just take him out of the picture. Francois was attached to Lucien, he cared for him, and foolishly trusted him, even at his angriest. Killing Francois was surprising easy, and left Lucien feeling... nothing. There were no emotional upheaval, no regrets. He just assumed control of all that Francois owned and carried on.
Lucien left London shortly after, and began traveling around Europe. Untethered by anyone else, he was cut free entirely, and just live entirely for himself, indulging in all his darkest amusements. He started off in Belgium, bypassing his former home, knowing the country was still in upheaval. Despite not always enjoying feasting on the rats that humanity had to offer, he remembered that teaching, and often fed on the poor, the worthless and forgettable while toying with those more to his standards. He lived in Antwerp for a few years before he had to take his leave. This continued on as he traveled across Europe. The same stories playing out in numerous cities. As with many things, eventually Lucien grew bored with the routine. He has come across a few of his kind in his travels, though two had been “vegetarians”, a concept he quickly decided he despised, and he left their company rather quickly. He wasn't overly interested in anyone else he'd met. So in 1869, after careful consideration, he decided to create himself a companion. As with anything he did, Luc did not simply pick someone out of a crowd and try to turn them. He stalked out his prey for weeks, playing with her, turning her against her family, toying with her mind, before he finally attempted to turn her. While he was able to successfully guide her through the transformation, the result was an overly neurotic and attached fledgling who quickly got on his nerves. Not willing to admit his methods in turning Larissa were the route cause of her...less then attractive behavior, Luc set out to turn her into an acceptable companion. He did eventually grow a sort of fondness towards her, almost like a annoying, but beloved pet. She was his companion for the better part of the next 30 years. And while he had to take care of her in many ways, her devotion to him, her vicious streak of jealousy, and her violent nature against humans, made it a worthwhile endeavour. Their companionship ended during his first brush with the hunters.
In 1889, while in Berlin, Lucien was, as rare as it was, careless, spending too much time in the city, paying far too much mind with people who mattered. He began courting a young heiress, beautiful, wicked, and even as a human, was vicious. She resisted his charms, and while it irked him, it made him more enamoured with her. Else managed to do what no one in over a hundred years had done, and she snared Lucien. He decided that he would keep her, add her to the small entourage of himself and Larissa. The jealousy in Larissa that so amused him, reared its ugly head. Without care for secrecy or subtly, Larissa killed Else, violently, brutally, and in full view of witnesses. Lucien didn't discover what she'd done until the next day, and by then, she had all but put up a billboard about what they were to those that knew what they were looking for. A group of men descended on them, and for the first time since he was turned, Luc feared for his life. He managed to escape, killing the men, though it was a close call. Apologetic and simpering, Larissa's sniveling as the made their way out of the city was enough to drive him insane. Coldly, Lucien dismissed Larissa as a failed experiment, and outside of the city, he killed her. She was his one and only try at creating another vampire.
Alone again, he left Germany and made the journey back home. 100 years later, he returned to France, settling outside of Paris, in a moment of unexpected nostalgia, he re purchased his families old estates. He stayed there, a safe haven of sorts, a home where he could be himself, leaving only for hunting in nearby Paris. A social creature in his own way, Lucien holed himself there for a quarter of a decade, occasionally luring people back, both humans and occasional vampires. It wasn't until the outbreak of WW1 that he decided to leave France again, and indeed left Europe all together, finding that war torn countryside was not up to his standards. Believing that North America would be a fate worst than death, he took a shining to the idea of going to Asia.
Despite sticking out more notably, Lucien essentially returned to his old ways before the mess in Berlin. He had a few of his little pets, the Vampires that came and went from his home in France, tag along, and while he is loath to call it a coven, it was essentially what it was. Different scenery, but the same old games. He was no longer as afraid of the humans who knew of their existence, having dealt with them once and come out on top, he truly believed (foolish as it was) that he was untouchable by them. There were scuffles, a few close calls, and more that one 'comrade' lost, but for the most part, he continued as before. He spent most of the early 1900s exploring and tasting Asia, with a particular fondness towards Hong Kong, a delightful mix of European heritage and the local culture.
As the years passed around him, Luc eventually decided to return back home. He chose to leave unannounced, bored of the old and new companions he had made, and in 1975, returned to France alone, once again. His pattern has remained much the same, a few new faces here and there, a close brush with now again with those that would do him harm, but ultimately, he, like so many cockroaches, just survives and continues on. He hasn't formed anything resembling a closeness with anyone since the earlier days of francois, Larissa, and to an extent Else. It takes a rare and special type to hold his interest, and he tends to show more tenderness and affection to his ravens- a pet he picked up in China whom he adoringly called Poe- there have been numerous reincarnations of the bird, it being quickly replaced every time one 'Poe” dies. They are the closest thing to love that he really experiences. In todays time, Lucien has 'homes' around the world, though he still refuses on principal to venture onto the north American continent, but he always, ultimately returns to France. He has established wealth, no real responsibilities, and living entirely for himself. His travels continue, but he always had a place to end up. He has collected and dismissed people throughout his years, generally using them until they were dried out. He has a handful of vampires who live in his villa in France, who in theory are his 'coven' though he would just as easily kill them as converse with them, but they do provide a safety net of sorts when he's there- cannon fodder just in case hunters find them.
Out Of Character!
:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Silver
:: YOUR AGE: 25
:: CONTACT: PM me
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Seven years give or take a few.
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: Antonia DeLuca
:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: can I cop out and say look at an Antonia post? I suppose I could just put one of her posts here... yeah ok.
There were a lot of things in this world that Antonia DeLuca just didn't understand. How microwavable popcorn managed to pop, how YouTube celebrities made money, and why preteen girls seemed to find effeminate boys in skinny jeans so attractive. Baffling , mind boggling facts that no matter how much she tried to make sense of, were never illuminated. Manicured nature, while not as high up on the list as tight pantsed little boys, was still something she could quite grasp. Looking out across the park, taking in the overbright colours dappled in the sunlight, the vibrant green of the grass, the gleaming plastic of the playground, and the well packed winding trails, she had to shake her head. Why would someone choose this when there were real trees, real woods, real nature.
The park was bustling, mothers with their children, a group of young boys playing soccer-or was it football here? And Toni watched as she strolled slowly along one of the trails. Laughter, the small murmuer of conversation, and the occasional twitter of birds. It was idyllic in a way, a little on the boring side, but idyllic. Her converse clad feet shuffled along, kicking up a rock. She hadn't been here for long, though not her first time in England, this was the first time she wasn't traipsing around the seedy underground of London, or the twisted streets of Manchester. This was a different side, this quiet, Coronation Street shit. It wasn't exactly her cup of tea, but as with everything she'd experienced since she'd left home, how would she know that if she didn't try? And trying she was, and while the peaceful park was a painted a pretty picture, she much preferred a spicier flavour. A cigarette hung limply from her lips, the red cherry glowing bright as she inhaled. Her dark eyes squinted against the smoke that curled out from her nose. Nimble fingers plucked the smoke out of her mouth, which quickly turned into a small, but defined pout.
Having just spent four and a half weeks on the sun bleached beaches in Greece, spending the days baking next to the azure ocean and the nights dancing, drinking, and sleeping her way through what seemed like every bar in Athens, Toni had wanted exactly what this park was personifying. A change of pace. It had been a coin toss really, pastoral France, or quaint English countryside. It was one of the greatest bonuses of her lifestyle- to pack up and move on. Unfortunately, being nomadic had it's downsides as well, one of the more frequent problems was a severe lack of funds, and while Toni was able to thrive on very little, sleeping in hostels, couch surfing with near strangers, and when worse came to worse, finding the nearest woods and hunting alone for food. Be that as it may, there wasn't much a girl could do to make a plane ticket or train ride any less expensive. And the month hiatus in Greece had made more than a dent in her pocketbook. As much as she hated it, she needed to buckle down for a bit, pick up some work. And this was, simply because she wasn't going anywhere else anytime soon, was going to have to do.
She dropped the smoke to the ground, crushing it under the heel of her shoe, almost visibly shaking off the short lived melancholy. If this was where she was going to make her home temporarily, then she sure as hell was going to make the most of it. Filled with a lively spark again her eyes took in the area with renewed energy. The whole reason she'd come to the park in the first place was because she knew there would be people there on a nice summer day. If her travels taught her anything, it was that the only place better than a pub to meet people was outdoors. A social creature by nature, Toni never did well very long completely on her own, she'd much rather find someone to, preferably a few someones, to take the edge off the loneliness.
Cowed by the sneering looks her crushed cigarette had gotten from a group of mothers, she scooped it off the ground, finding the nearest garbage can and tossing it in before giving the women a sarcastic smile and thumbs up. “Christ, you'd think I'd dumped out a barrel of freaking toxic waste.” she muttered under her breath. Not shockingly, the young mothers were quickly dismissed as not suitable acquaintances. Instead, Toni's eyes kept being drawn to the boys playing football. Probably close to her age, maybe a year or so younger, but overall, a much better fit. Even though she'd have to consciously hold herself back, kicking the ball around for awhile would be fun. Deciding she was just going to go over and insert herself into their game, Toni started walking over to the field. A light breeze rustled through the air, stirring up the fresh sent of dirt and cut grass, and with it a familiar musky scent. She stopped in her tracks, nostrils flaring. She scented the air, her head moving in a way that was more reminiscent of a dog sniffing than of a young woman. The soccer game was entirely forgotten as her eyes searched for the source. It had been months since her last encounter with another lycan. Wanderlust was a wonderful thing, but she still craved and missed the contact with others of her kind. One quick breeze had suddenly changed her entire outlook on this place. If it were home to lycan or two, hell, maybe even a pack, it wouldn't be bad at all.
Her gaze settled on an older gentleman sitting on a bench, the scent seemed to be coming from that direction. With a smile on her face she walked over, eyebrows furrowing the closer she got. She was closer to be sure, but that man definitely wasn't the person she was looking for. Her lips pursed slightly, and she stood arms crossed. If she smelled them, then they sure as hell smelled her. Eyebrow raised, she looked around. “You really going to make me walk around and sniff out every damn person in this park? ” she said out loud, her voice no louder than any of the surrounding conversations, but knowing that if whoever it was as as close as she thought they were based on the stronger scent, then they would likely hear her. The words drew an odd look from the man on the bench, which she promptly ignored, eyes restlessly looking from one person to another, waiting for someone to step forward. Credits!TEMPLATE MADE BY .:margie:. WHO SPENT A LOT OF HER TIME AND HARD WORK MAKING IT. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR SHE WILL SEND AN ARMY OF HUNGRY WEREWOLVES TO EAT YOU UP! |
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Apparently I should listen when my brain is telling me to do things a certain way. I edited it back to its original form 
