Post by rory on Apr 9, 2007 21:17:38 GMT -5
It's short, I apologize.
Name;; Rory Ailkian
Age;; 24
Social Status;; Duke of Bonabet. Not by birth rights, but more so by manipulation and a bit of murder mixed in. He was originally born as a butchers son. Haha, so much for that.
Appearance;; Simply put, he's quite delicious, though be careful... something so sweet has to be bad for you, right?
Slick black hair fell in choppy layers all around his head, swept towards one direction and parts also curled towards that way. The back was a bit shorter though looking as if he just got out of bed that morning, got dressed and left. It was pointing out in all different directions, thankfully it happened quite naturally as well.
The eyes that were partially hidden behind his hair were dark as the night sky would be, looking the hue of angry clouds before a harsh thunder storm. Yes, even with the effect of lightning, the stormy eyes constantly having different emotions flashing through them rapidly, just like lightning. Or, well, that's what people told him when they stared into his eyes. If only they knew exactly how much those eyes were telling them to run far away, to escape the torment he would soon be putting them through.
His skin wasn't that deathly white that you see a lot, but more of an soft olive, somewhat dark, but still relatively pale. It was the perfect blend that wasn't too dark. He did pride himself with this fact, adoring his skin color and flaunting it more that he did his money. Showing skin was much more fun, because it attracted so many different types of people for him to play with.
You're lucky if you catch this man without his gloves. They were made of a fine material, like silk but thicker. They cut off at the middle of his fingers, letting his black painted nails to show. Of course he had his connections to the future, he was Rory. Duh.
Personality;; He'll fuck you over in a minute once he gets what he wants. Rory's not a man to be trusted, and he'd sell your soul to the devil if it would benefit him in one way. Trusting this man will possibly hurt you much more than it would ever hurt him. Your pain is his pleasure. Give him what he wants or he'll take it.
He wasn't ever a modest person, and only wanted the best. He fucked whoever he wanted to, man or female, it didn't matter. He deflowered many woman by either consensual or rape. Both were fun. He would ass rape many men, didn't matter if they wanted it or not because they were getting it.
If you helped him in some way, he'd use you for only that then throw you away like old news.
In no way was Rory a nice person. He would destroy you physically, emotionally, or mentally if it got him what he wanted. So you shouldn't stand in his way for anything. He'd be getting it whether he had to go through you or not.
History;; Now, Rory grew up in a modest household, even with his thrist for the most expensive things. His father was a butcher, and his mother embroidered fabrics for a little dress shop she worked part time at. He had four siblings; three girls and another boy. There was Annette, 17, Felen, 15, Rory, 12, Erick, 7, and then little Andrea, 3. He was, of course, the middle child. He got all the hand-me-downs and the least attention, so no one cared what he did. Ever.
Many days he wouldn't come home, sometimes disappearing for a week or two at a time. No one ever wondered what he was doing. No one. In all reality he was running off the one of the knights castle's, getting trained in secret by many. He had become thrown into a plan to over-throw the Duke of the closest castle, taking his life and his treasures, and raping whoever there was to rape. They'd throw the men from the wall and push the woman to the wall and cut off their maiden heads! (God, I love Shakespeare.) Or just their heads, all depending on how good they were. How well behaved they were.
The monthes passed by fast, and Rory didn't exactly grow in strength. He was still quite strong for a simple commoner, and could easily take down a soldier or two, but he was more trained with his head. He was able to outsmart many, and thought quickly on his feet. He could get out of virtually any situation, and manipulate many to twist to his will. He got what he wanted no matter what, and no one could stop that.
He was Rory.
A few more years passed, and finally the age of 13 was on him, time for the plan to be carried out. He was sent away to be a simple page boy for the Duke, to be "trained to become a knight". Two weeks passed until the Dukes children disappeared, all turning up stuffed away in the Dutchess' wardrobe. Needless to say she was executed on the spot.
Rory began to filter rumors throughout the castle that a few of the stronger, more loyal page boys were making a plan to over-throw the Duke. They were killed as well. One by one did the Dukes castle shrink, his most loyal followers all being executed because of how unloyal they were. Eventually Rory found his way to Knighthood, and the second he was to be knighted, he killed the Duke. Of course, not by brutal force. Oh no. He had poisoned his food, and he died right before Rory.
The boy was thrilled.
No one ever understood how, but soon after Rory was given the position of Duke, and he soon afterwards he had all of the knights that trained him put to death. They were demanding payment for all they did, so they were done away with. Stupid idiots should have kept quiet.
They had created a monster, and how fun it was to be such a monster.
Roleplay Sample;; You know who I am. Fuck that.
Name;; Rory Ailkian
Age;; 24
Social Status;; Duke of Bonabet. Not by birth rights, but more so by manipulation and a bit of murder mixed in. He was originally born as a butchers son. Haha, so much for that.
Appearance;; Simply put, he's quite delicious, though be careful... something so sweet has to be bad for you, right?
Slick black hair fell in choppy layers all around his head, swept towards one direction and parts also curled towards that way. The back was a bit shorter though looking as if he just got out of bed that morning, got dressed and left. It was pointing out in all different directions, thankfully it happened quite naturally as well.
The eyes that were partially hidden behind his hair were dark as the night sky would be, looking the hue of angry clouds before a harsh thunder storm. Yes, even with the effect of lightning, the stormy eyes constantly having different emotions flashing through them rapidly, just like lightning. Or, well, that's what people told him when they stared into his eyes. If only they knew exactly how much those eyes were telling them to run far away, to escape the torment he would soon be putting them through.
His skin wasn't that deathly white that you see a lot, but more of an soft olive, somewhat dark, but still relatively pale. It was the perfect blend that wasn't too dark. He did pride himself with this fact, adoring his skin color and flaunting it more that he did his money. Showing skin was much more fun, because it attracted so many different types of people for him to play with.
You're lucky if you catch this man without his gloves. They were made of a fine material, like silk but thicker. They cut off at the middle of his fingers, letting his black painted nails to show. Of course he had his connections to the future, he was Rory. Duh.
Personality;; He'll fuck you over in a minute once he gets what he wants. Rory's not a man to be trusted, and he'd sell your soul to the devil if it would benefit him in one way. Trusting this man will possibly hurt you much more than it would ever hurt him. Your pain is his pleasure. Give him what he wants or he'll take it.
He wasn't ever a modest person, and only wanted the best. He fucked whoever he wanted to, man or female, it didn't matter. He deflowered many woman by either consensual or rape. Both were fun. He would ass rape many men, didn't matter if they wanted it or not because they were getting it.
If you helped him in some way, he'd use you for only that then throw you away like old news.
In no way was Rory a nice person. He would destroy you physically, emotionally, or mentally if it got him what he wanted. So you shouldn't stand in his way for anything. He'd be getting it whether he had to go through you or not.
History;; Now, Rory grew up in a modest household, even with his thrist for the most expensive things. His father was a butcher, and his mother embroidered fabrics for a little dress shop she worked part time at. He had four siblings; three girls and another boy. There was Annette, 17, Felen, 15, Rory, 12, Erick, 7, and then little Andrea, 3. He was, of course, the middle child. He got all the hand-me-downs and the least attention, so no one cared what he did. Ever.
Many days he wouldn't come home, sometimes disappearing for a week or two at a time. No one ever wondered what he was doing. No one. In all reality he was running off the one of the knights castle's, getting trained in secret by many. He had become thrown into a plan to over-throw the Duke of the closest castle, taking his life and his treasures, and raping whoever there was to rape. They'd throw the men from the wall and push the woman to the wall and cut off their maiden heads! (God, I love Shakespeare.) Or just their heads, all depending on how good they were. How well behaved they were.
The monthes passed by fast, and Rory didn't exactly grow in strength. He was still quite strong for a simple commoner, and could easily take down a soldier or two, but he was more trained with his head. He was able to outsmart many, and thought quickly on his feet. He could get out of virtually any situation, and manipulate many to twist to his will. He got what he wanted no matter what, and no one could stop that.
He was Rory.
A few more years passed, and finally the age of 13 was on him, time for the plan to be carried out. He was sent away to be a simple page boy for the Duke, to be "trained to become a knight". Two weeks passed until the Dukes children disappeared, all turning up stuffed away in the Dutchess' wardrobe. Needless to say she was executed on the spot.
Rory began to filter rumors throughout the castle that a few of the stronger, more loyal page boys were making a plan to over-throw the Duke. They were killed as well. One by one did the Dukes castle shrink, his most loyal followers all being executed because of how unloyal they were. Eventually Rory found his way to Knighthood, and the second he was to be knighted, he killed the Duke. Of course, not by brutal force. Oh no. He had poisoned his food, and he died right before Rory.
The boy was thrilled.
No one ever understood how, but soon after Rory was given the position of Duke, and he soon afterwards he had all of the knights that trained him put to death. They were demanding payment for all they did, so they were done away with. Stupid idiots should have kept quiet.
They had created a monster, and how fun it was to be such a monster.
Roleplay Sample;; You know who I am. Fuck that.
