Post by Lucian on Mar 18, 2007 23:10:59 GMT -5
Name. Lucian DarkRoad
Age.
Rank in Society.
Lucian's a lord, heir for the last lord of the castle. His father was slain in battle when he was rather young, and soon after did he inherit the castle and all of the land.
Reason for travelling to Cashel Castle.
Boredom. Simply boredom. After his Masquerade had died down, his castle once more became empty and he felt quite lonely. Yes, Lucian DarkRoad, Ice King, LONELY. So, he remembered the boy with the post handing him the letter/invitation, and immediately he decided he would go. His servants had all gone back to being so submissive, and even Damian up and left, back to his own castle. Apparantly, the older man had grown home-sick and left.
So, Lucian decided he would go give this... Nicolas Cashel a... friendly hello.
Appearance.
Lucian is a rather ominous figure in his time. He was tall, and could tower over most. He had shoulder length brown hair, always tied back with a black ribbon. His eyes were dark, onyx. They seemed to always hold so many secrets from others, as if he'd seen things no one else had ever seen, and almost refused to reveal it to other. He was handsome, no doubt, but had yet to even consider taking a woman as his bride. If he ever needed an heir in a desperate time, then he would get one, otherwise he would not. Usually he was clad in dark colors, only accentuating his pale skin. Lucian liked his privacy, and there were rumors floating around that he had beheaded the last man he had caught snooping in his chambers. But not everyone believed said rumors, and even if they did believe them they refused to anger the lord.
Personality
Lucian was never too patient of a man. He wanted things done when he wanted them to be done, and no later. He probably was more rude and sarcastic than he was nice to anyone, but he did have his times where he was a very kind, gentle-hearted person.
If there was someone he liked in the immediate area, he would cease being so cold to everyone. The only reason he was so cold was because he feared that if he got close to someone that they too would be torn away from him just as his father was. He flirted subconsciously most of the time, but that doesn't mean he always means it.
It was easy to speak to Lucian most of the time, as he would usually keep up a conversation even if it meant changing the subject many times. Uncomfortable silences were something he hated, with a passion. They made him feel like his guest did not feel welcome, and if that was not intentionally done by him, then he did not like it. He enjoyed his guests being happy, as he refused to have his castle be so gloomy.
History.
Lucian had a rather normal up-bringing. His mother had died during childbirth, so he was mainly raised by maids and a little bit by his father. Which meant he was closer to his father than any other, and even though he encouraged his father, the man would not take another bride. Not after the last Lady had died. All through his younger years he had a tutor, one for each subject he had to learn. Manners had even been drilled into his head by one or two of his tutors.
When he was about the age of twelve, his father was killed by a few thieves that had been lucky enough to infiltrate the castle. Lucian had been spared because he was no where to be seen. That had happened to be the night when he had snuck down into the wine cellar to have a few drinks with one or two of his buddies. Not to get drunk, oh no, just because he had been thirsty. When he heard the thieves shouting back and for at each other, he locked up the cellar and hid in the corner. None had even found the little hidden latch into the cellar, so they stayed safe.
That morning when the three children stepped out, Lucian in front as he was the only one that could wield a sword properly(his friends were page boys and they had yet to be taught to wield a weapon properly, only how to forge one.) they had found many of the maids and cooks dead on the floor, a struggle obvious in the surrounding area. Even a few other pages. Further up the way, into his father's chambers, his father lay still on the bed, his throat cut and his right arm seemingly torn viciously from the rest of the body. Immediately, Lucian called in a few guards and maids that were still alive and ordered them to clean up the mess that was made, and buried his father. He could have really cared less about the dead maids and cooks, they were merely maids and cooks.
His fathers room was left as it was, and he never touched the room. Ever person that entered the room really was beheaded, to serve as a warning for the rest. Lucian was a hard ruler, but usually fair on the people that lived on his lands.
.Other.
Lucian had never told anyone his age, only a few of the older maids knew but he had sworn them to secrecy on their life. He told guests that his father died when he was twelve, but they could never really figure out with that was because it was announced that his father had died about a year or two after that and no one ever thought of trying it that way.
Roleplay Sample.
Note: You may not want to read all of this, as it is three pages in a word document. I wrote it for an application/heist for a mafia roleplay forum.
Today just happened to be a good day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was a rather calm air to everything.
It was the perfect time to finally come home after a six year absence, not that anyone expected her. She’d decided it would be best to just surprise all her family by returning, and having completely gotten off her ass and doing something with herself - actually making money instead of spending it for once. Even when she had money back in Spain she’d left it all, wanting to make something more of herself here as well.
Cameo still wasn’t quite sure what had motivated her so suddenly, but she was glad something had, or else she’d still be living off her father; which was something she knew he was tiring of quickly. Tiring of her spending sprees that is, not caring on how pointless something was, but just buying it because she knew she could. When she’d disappeared that one day, he had been quite worried, as she was his only daughter, the last of his children as Adelina had died of cancer when Cameo was two. This wasn’t something she ever remembered, as the girl was still much to young to understand the cruelties of the world around her, nor would she understand them until many years later.
Which brings us back to present day, with Cameo stepping from the airport, taking in a breath. How she’d longed to be back, but she’d sworn only to return once she was successful, even if it was so many years later. It wasn’t as if anyone had missed her selfish ways, not even she herself missed those ways.
“Now… what to do first… visit Papa? No, no. That won’t work, he’d only scold me for leaving so suddenly without word, I’ll save that for later…” Indeed, the female sometimes spoke to herself, but who doesn’t? It happens to even the best of people.
In her right hand was a black duffel bag, looking rather stuffed full of whatever she happened to bring. Not much of course, most of her possessions were still back in Spain, waiting for her return, which was bound to happened eventually. After all, being the owner of El Quemarse she’d need to stop by to check on it, make sure her friend hadn’t run it into the ground. Either way she’d enjoy seeing her business thrive, or killing him with her own hands. It didn’t faze her much, she could be a cold hearted killer and think nothing of it if the time came.
Right, well, maybe it would bother her slightly if she’d just killed someone for no reason, that was normal though… Maybe not for some people, but for her it would, she wasn’t a natural born killer, she didn’t grow up in a bad, violent home. It was normal for her, giving her the options of being whatever she wished to be.
With a shake of her head, the woman began a leisurely walk down the street, the grip on her heavy bag never seeming to loosen, heeled, black boots clicking softly with each step. Her stride was casual; simple; relaxed. She didn’t act better than anybody, as at the moment she was on the same level as everyone else, and held no right to boss anyone around. She didn’t even have a car.
A car. The one thing she needed most right now.
Shrugging that thought off, she continued her walk, smiling pleasantly at the people she passed, nodding sometimes to those that actually spoke their greetings to her. All because she smiled at them, this happened. Everyone seemed clueless about who she was, as she’d changed greatly since the last time anyone had last seen her here in Sicily. Her tongue slipped out and moistened her dry lips quickly before she turned right, down a new street, her eyes meeting the sight of new people.
She liked it, personally. It was a refreshing sight, as when she lived in Spain she was a night owl, only out at night as she ran her bar, accompanied by others of course, but she still only was out enough to see the more wild side of humanity; the side that parties, drinks, whatever they do those long, but enjoyable, nights.
“I’m… bored.” Was all she uttered, sticking her free hand into the pocket of her loose, black leather jacket, digging around for something or another. After a moment, she pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, both held in one hand loosely. Cameo stopped her motion, dropping the bag at her side as she pulled one of the packs contents out, sticking the slender cancer stick between her lips. After a moment of attempting to get the flame going, she finally stuck the tip in, inhaling the smoke deeply, and releasing it from her lungs swiftly. How she’d missed the cigarettes, airplanes don’t exactly allow you to smoke, after all. Putting the Parliament pack and lighter away, she bent down and picked the heavy bag up once more, but made it seem light as ever. Okay, so maybe she was stronger than she let on.
But, anyway, back to the motive she was stuck on; getting herself a free car. How she would do this was beyond her wildest dreams. It was something she knew she’d never be caught doing, but desperate times called for a desperate measures, ne? Actually, this wasn’t much of a desperate time, but, she knew she wanted a free car… and she was determined to get it.
Remember? Cameo got what she wanted.. Always. There was no stopping her.
After walking a few minutes more, the woman looked toward an all too familiar place. Well, in what type of business it was, at least. She had no memory of ever visiting such a bar, as it had many scantily clad women inside from what she could tell as she peeked inside before walking in completely. As many people were obviously drunk, she knew it would just make her job all the much easier.. She’d just have to.. Wait it out and see how many bites she got, and which one would have the most to offer her. She was graced in guessing the wealthy from the.. Not so wealthy. Middle class, was it? Yeah, that was it.
Leisurely the woman sat at the bar, ordering a simple shot of vodka. It was her favorite drink; just something to start her night off and relax herself to a fuller extent. It would only help her plan along further.
The wait actually didn’t take as long as she thought it would, as she soon found herself sitting beside a rather attractive, well dressed man. He had short blonde hair, laying loosely on his head, and stunning blue eyes. Never had she seen such a man like he, seeming so composed and confident of himself… She already hated him for some reason or another though. Maybe it was her sub-conscience setting her up for a murder, not allowing any attachments to be formed that particular night. It really wouldn’t be good to weigh a heavy heart over a murder for personal gain.
Downing her second shot, she smiled over at him flirtatiously, and shamelessly allowed her eyes to trail over his body slowly, as if appreciating it. But, she wasn’t, it was all business right now.
“Well, hello there..” She purred over to him, batting her eyelashes, her sweet smile turning coy and almost suggestive. That was it about her, if she wanted to seduce a male, she could and usually would, but the want to seduce someone was extremely rare and usually only for getting something. Cameo just wasn’t that way, and she liked acting herself.
“Hello,” the male replied without missing a beat, turning his head to look at her. After a moment of examining her, he smiled broadly, “I’m Antonio Delamier, and you are…?” He looked at her expectantly.
“Cameo Celentano, pleased to meet you.” Was her simple reply, putting on a rather flustered, shy smile when he brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. Yep, he was drunk. Exactly what she needed for fast work as she didn’t wish to wait forever to seduce him into taking her home.
Those last few words triggered something whole new in the male, and their conversation sky rocketed into something else. But, during their talk she only grew to know she was doing good for herself. So far it seemed she’d be able to get herself a nice car, maybe two, a nice apartment to live in, and a good sum of money if she did this correctly.
Going over the plan once more in her head, she felt herself being swiftly brought to his car. It really was nice, she had to admit to herself. A silver 2005 Mercedes-Benz CL65. He had to have money to own such a nice car. This really wouldn’t be hard.
Antonio opened the car door for her, earning himself a swift brush of her lips on his, just enough to leave him wanting more. Yet, he found out he’d have to wait as Cameo shut the door right after settling her duffel bag in the backseat. Climbing into the car himself, he started it up and revved the engine before starting forward. The speed limit didn’t seem to apply to the man as he sped down the road, causing her to begin to wonder if she’d survive this car ride. He was drunk after all, and driving a rather fast car.
“Oh boy..” She whispered under her breath, extremely relieved when she realized he didn’t hear. Exactly what she had hoped after realizing such words slipped from her lips. Yet, he was drunk so she’d also be able to pull it off in excitement as to what they’d be doing at his home; which was something she’d need as she didn’t even have a place to go back to of her own. And she definitely wouldn’t go crawling back to Papa so late.
“Finally..” Antonio muttered under his breath, not catching on that Cameo had heard it completely, “Come. Let’s go inside.” It was rather funny to see such a well composed male drunk, but trying to act perfectly normal. One couldn’t miss it; slurred speech, he was stumbling, his pupils were dilated. All the signs of a drunken man. But, he still climbed from his side of the car, and strode over to open hers.
Yet, while he was walking over she reached back into her back, and felt around for the smallest pocket, and pulling out a black switch blade. As he was opening the door, she quickly slipping it into her pocket, smiling up at him. This was going to be messy, and she felt a bit more… cruel than usual.
“Thanks.” She made sure to brush against him as she was standing, cupping the right side of his face, “Now, shall we go inside?” She whispered, mere inches from his lips before pulling away and casually walking towards... Well, actually, she didn’t know where he lived and looked back at him.
“This way,” he purred, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her towards one of the apartments. It was large compared to many other apartments, but still an apartment all in all. Pulling out a simple silver key from the key ring of his car keys, he fit it inside the lock hurriedly, taking no time in unlocking the door and pulling her in.
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“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” The woman purred, splayed casually on the black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other. Her hair was wet, and she was dressed in a layer of his clothing.
“We should do it again sometime, I’m sure I’d find it… most pleasurable.” Once more Cameo spoke, looking back at Antonio’s stony face; she must have upset him somehow. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we?” A fire was crackling in the fire place, burning on what seemed to be clothes.
Her clothes to be exact.
Standing from the couch, she made her way into the kitchen, and returned a few moments later with a black trash bag in her hand.
“Mm.. I had fun, I really did. But, I think you’re still angry at me. How about we make a compromise; I won’t tell if you won’t.” A rather sick smirk was on her lips as she grabbed the lower half of something and crammed it into the back carelessly, “Damn, baby… What did you have on this?”
Still no answer.
“Fine, be that way if you want. We’ll talk about it later.” There was that smirk again as she dropped something else in the bag, “Sweet dreams then,” Were the last words uttered as she dropped a smaller object into the bag; Antonio Delamier’s head to be exact. Tying off the trash bag, she set it to the side of the door, so she could just grab it and go after cleaning up her mess.
Walking back into the kitchen she grabbed a scrub brush and some carpet stain cleaner, then back into the front room; the living room. Crouching down she began to apply some of the cleaner onto the crimson stains, beginning to scrub relentlessly. He hadn’t bled much, as most of it was on his bed, and she had already disposed of the bloody sheets like she did her clothes. The task of removing his blood wasn’t too hard, as it was still fresh, so she had finished in a record time of thirty minutes. Standing, the woman looked around the room, smirking at what was a no blood house. Just how she’d first come in.
“Now, as for you,” Cameo muttered, lifting the large black bag, “You need to loose some weight…” With a laugh she exited from the apartment, casually walking down towards the large green dumpster, as if it was only trash she was tossing away and not a disassembled body.
“Well, it is only trash..” She argued to herself, laughing once more, like a giddy little girl. Tossing the plastic bag into the dumpster with a loud thud, she smirked, “Buh bye sweetheart. Sweet dreams.” She whispered before returning to the new home she’d accumulated, shutting and locking the door and collapsing tiredly on the couch.
“I’m bored…. Again.” [/size][/center]
