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[Vincente Argeneau]

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Character's full name: Vincente Argeneau
Nicknames?: Vincente
Age: Unknown though he was turned when he was 25
Vampire, Human, or Werewolf: Vampire
Pack: N/A
Residence: Penthouse Suite in the Highrise
Alliance: Traditionalist
Occupation: He finds it too annoying now with all the stuff that would clue people into what he is to keep a job, he's sitting on enough money that he doesn't need to work so he doesn't.

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Height: 6'2
Weight: 187lbs.
Appearance: Vincente is the vampire of vampires, unable to remember much of his human life other then he had to work a lot he has shed the majority of his humanity and become the monster everyone thinks a vampire should be. But upon first glance it's almost impossible to tell that. Dark hair curls naturally around his features, depending on the day it may be styled to allow him to fit in better with the humans others it's left to look messy and unkempt and on those days he looks like any other humans who just got out of bed, no movie star good looks that make him look like he just came from shooting a commercial for hair gel. But hair only counts for half of it, sometimes it's almost like his hair takes away from the rest of his looks. Though not as tanned as a human he is not as pale as most vampires, skin still retaining the tiniest bit of color. Yet it still seems to be enough to make the humans less suspicious of him and that is quite helpful in these times. Eyes were once an almost opaque color of gray but now they have changed to the normal red color of a vampire, course when going out he wears contacts to cover that up, turning his eyes back to the color he was born with. High, distinguished cheekbones give him a more handsome appearance though when angry it helps make him look even more menacing.

When it comes to build Vincente was lucky to have been turned in his prime, when he worked all day to survive. Unlike the younger vampires you see walking around today that are skinny little brats muscles coil along his whole body and now that he is undead and will never change he doesn't have to worry about growing old or becoming obese like the majority of the human population. Plus since he is built he is able to show off some of that strength without drawing any unwanted attention. He's lived so long he has everything down to a science. Course, the fact that he's in shape helps with the girls because even though he's technically dead he is still a man and it's more fun to have your prey trust you, to take them with you home and have some fun before killing them.

Then there is style. Having been around for so long Vincente has come to both despise and enjoy change. Though it is a pain to have all the paperwork and such done now a days the fashion and the technology is something that still blows his mind. So anything from the hottest trends to the 18th century capes and top hats he'll wear it and you better bet he'll look amazing. Course the old clothes he has are original's, walking into his closet is like walking into a museum, something from every time period and though you see a lot of those bell bottom pants and tye die shirts in there you will never catch him in those, even when they were around he was wearing more formal wear. As much as he keeps up with the trends he doesn't go along with the colors, sure he collects them but you'll never catch him in something besides neutral colors like black's, brown's, gray's ect. He's a very dull person when it comes to clothes. More often then not he'll dress down, now, jeans and a simple shirt, going bare foot at home and anywhere possible, not really one for shoes.



First Impression: Meeting Vincente is like meeting someone you would gladly allow to kidnap you. He’s got a sly way of giving you his patented once-over while managing not to upset you in the slightest that he just undressed you with his eyes. He’ll proceed with all of the formalities, going on about just how nice it is to make your acquaintance. He has that charm that simply attacks people to him, making it fairly easy to invite them back for a private party at his place. Yet he'll always be a perfect gentleman.

Likes:

• debates over coffee
  
• grand pianos
  
• silk robes
  
• wearing loafers
  
• messy hair
  
• accents
  
• challenges
  
• the color black
  
• Japanese art
  
• acrylic paints
  
• Cansei De Ser Sexy
  
• ancient languages
  
• dusty books
  
• large gardens
  
• peppermint
  
• fencing
  
• blood
  
• Colecte
  
• women
  
• sex

Dislikes:

• Boring conversation
  
• ‘emo’ music
  
• people with no sense of direction
  
• prudes
  
• anything with feathers
  
• most sports, hand jobs
  
• immaculate rooms
  
• rainbows
  
• over flamboyance
  
• fuchsia
  
• the smell of oranges
  
• tabloids
  
• stupid advice
  
• kiss ups
  
• being told what to do
  
• noise
  
• being analyzed

Strengths:

• provoking indulgent giggles
  
• debating until he wins
  
• fencing
  
• politics
  
• writing mini-manifestos

Weaknesses:

• headstrong people
  
• women like train wrecks
  
• mathematics
  
• velvet anything
  
• normal vampire stuff

Characters Flaws: Can be too flippant to take important things seriously, major neurosis, talking over anyone he thinks is unimportant, asserting his opinion when it’s not needed. Also being impulsive he is annoying when he suddenly thinks of something else.
Eccentricities: Blinks rapidly when he’s nervous, drums his fingers along the edges of desks and tables, occasionally has a little skip in his step. He also has a habit of twirling hair when he's deep in though, though it doesn't have to be his own.
Talents: Executes nearly perfect arguments, making him a nightmare in disagreements.

Personality: `Secluded; "I enjoy my alone time, yet even when I want to be alone I hate not being around others. Usually when I want to be 'alone' I will find the most crowded bar or club, order a beer and simply sit. If someone happens to come up then chatting isn't completely out of the question. Generally when I want my alone time that means I'm getting annoyed at my own race, or something in my head and need to get away from people who understand me and try to analyze my behavior. Plus it gives me a reason to head to a crowded place where the humans collect and maybe find someone to bring home with me for a midnight snack. Though it seems that when I'm in a mood there aren't a whole lot of people who want to be around me, almost as if I send out a 'piss off' vibe. But every now and then I'll get that girl who's either just drunk enough or just daring enough to say hi and those are the ones I love. The ones that won't be a problem to handle. Though every once and a while I simply enjoy going to my room, locking the door and looking at the cities night life."

`Violent; "I lost what was left of my humanity a long time ago, not only because I'm a vampire but after seeing and doing all the things I have you start to not really care. You don't care about the consciences of you actions or if you'll be forgiven. Instead you start to think about other things, like when walking down the street you don't really worry about that creepy drunk guy hiding in the back alley with a knife, you start to look at exits, ways to kill him without making a sound, how to make it look like an accident. When you start not caring is almost when it gets more fun. Course because of this I also have violent outbursts, sometimes coming from nowhere. I get the sudden urge to hurt something and look, there goes my best friend out the window and into the sunlight. I've started to get a handle on those outbursts now that Colecte is around though. She's really the only one who calms me down, though that calming down session usually means a fun day in the bedroom."

`Impulsive; "I do things when I want to and usually give no reason to my actions. But hey, when you get to be as old as I am people just start calling you senile. And this is something completely different then the violence. I am impulsive to the point that I'll be talking to something and in the middle of a sentence I'll start thinking about food and I'll turn around and leave. Once again the only one who usually gets an explanation is Colecte, and thats usually because she wants to know why I'm leaving half way through an argument. Everyone else just lets me do as I please and though this might be considered a weakness at first it's almost the complete opposite. Being that impulsive makes it easy to make decisions, I don't take too long to think things through unless they need it and that saves a considerable amount of time."

`Strict; "Though I might seem like a crazy old man from what you've heard of me so far I'm far from it, now we get to see what I'm like when dealing with business. My word is law, not to sound conceited or anything but if I say something it might as well be added to the 10 commandments. Then if I am on a serious matter, something like the cure then going against my word means you will die. Not only do I have others to do the dirty work for me but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and kill on my own. On this cure matter I have made it law that anyone who even thinks it might help us might as well go take the d**n thing and then they will die along with Daria and her 'gang'."

`Obscene; “You know, I like dirty words. I like dirty words and dirty talk and all of that. When brazen expressions are thrown around, I don’t flinch or cover my ears. I join in! Some might deem me the King of Indecency and that is perfectly fine by me, I embrace that title like a treasured toy. Don’t misconstrue my sense of decorum, however. I do tame myself in certain companies, namely official company and those I've just met. Though, tame only means that I refrain from sexual innuendos involving myself and any word I wouldn’t say in front of my mother…which tallies up to merely one word.”

`Persuasive; “Just so we’re clear here, it’s not just a rich thing to want what you want when you want it. Everyone is just like that. The difference between those that get what they want whenever it’s called for and those that don’t is simple: persuasion. The art of persuasion can go a long, long way. I only say this from experience and it’s not always about using your ability for dishonorable means. Although, I must say that I am quite good at getting by when utilizing my own special brand of persuasion for my less-than-angelic ends.”

`Extroverted; “Does it come as any surprise that I’m pretty extroverted? Spur of the moment conversations and chance encounters are my thing. Once I warm up to the situation, which takes about 2.5 seconds, I’m the center of attention. Inadvertently, of course. Nevertheless, I’m the sort of guy that people want to be around. I tell good stories, my jokes actually elicit laughs and on top of all of those outstanding qualities, I’m good looking. People like me and I like people, easy enough.”

`Peculiar; “Interesting makes for good sex. Eccentric types are interesting. I suppose then with those two statements you can see where this is headed. Furthermore, I’m guessing you can deduce who I think the most interesting man is? On virtue of sex alone? No, not this time. I’m not nearly as confident in my ability to puzzle as I am my ability to f**k. But it does come close. I don’t know, I like my oddness. The collection of foreign currencies and the little trinkets from India I keep on a bracelet; I love curio like that. Sometimes I feel more defined by my odd habits than anything else.”

`Paranoid; “The downside to my extraordinary imaginative brain has to be the fact that sometimes I’m just a little paranoid. It’s bothersome to be wondering what people think of you or why someone looked at you the way they did but I’m not always looking over my shoulder. On certain occasions, I’m not suspicious of anyone or anything but then, there are always new situations that arise. For example, the fact that my family is wealthy now does bring about a new paranoia of women, especially. They may not all be gold diggers but when they spot a hot guy young guy in expensive clothes; they might as well be.”

`Passionate; "I am passionate about everything I do from dealing with politics to making love to the women in my life. Not to the point that I'll pour my heart and soul into everything I do but there is a certain level I expect from both myself and those I'm working with and if it's not met then one of those violent rages usually tend to roll around. I don't need perfection but something close to it is what I strive for in almost ever aspect of my life. What I'm most passionate about is Colecte, maybe it's the fact she was killed for adultery that makes me almost possessive over her. Yet I expect her to be perfectly fine with me sleeping with my food. A mystery to even me. Then comes this cure, why should we want to be more like the humans? We have lived like this for longer then anyone but me and remember so why would we want to change it. How can it even be called a cure when we are still technically dead and it just lessens the effect slightly of things that can kill us yet takes away all the abilities we have to defend ourselves and survive. I don't know if we want to call it passionate since I'm dead set on my side and won't even listen to the others."

`Old Fashioned; "In a way I still live in my own time, way back when where women were really only good for sex and children. But since I don't see children in my future that really only leaves me with one thing women are good for. Of course my views have changed enough that I would never think of running around beating women with a stick the width of my thumb but sometimes I wonder how men live with the controlling, demanding women of today."

`Gentleman; "I'm not that much of a jerk that I won't pull out a chair, or open the door for someone, for both genders though less formally for men so I can avoid being called gay, more for their benefit then mine. Being polite is necessary, formality is required unless you know me well enough to joke around. Course that surmounts to all the people in my inner circle, though that number is small. Now some call me old fashioned when I bow and kiss the backs of hands but only to the public eye, and thats what I'm usually like. Only my victims see the smooth talking predator I become at night turns out not a lot of people who see that side survive very long."

`Private; "In more way then one, I like keeping my social life and my work life separate. So as many people know I have an inner circle, though technically I have two, one full of people I work with and would probably never share a drink with but I need so to speak. The other full of people who know me fairly well and who I would protect and kill for, this is the more... exclusive circle, generally the people in it gaining more from me then I do from them. Currently my social circle is small, somewhere around 5 other vampires while my work circle has grown considerably, including even some werewolves who are siding with us on the issue of the cure. These two circles would never mix. Just as I wouldn't share anything about my home life with just anyone. Probably the only people who know me well are the ones I have turned, sharing that annoying link. The only one I don't completely regret turning is Colecte."

History: Where he was born, where he lived and what he did in the past is his secret, he never shares with anyone else even when asked. His usual response to those types of questions are a simple shrug, no words or anything. He lives in the present and the only time he brings up the past is when it's relevant. Every once and a while he will mutter something under his breath or quote something that no one but him would probably understand. Being so old he was born into a world that knew only latin and a few other ancient languages the world no longer remembers or recognizes. One thing he will share is that immortality is a gift and that they shouldn't take it for granted, he has used his to memorize languages and preserve them. Every once and a while you'll find him practicing them, making sure to never forget. This was how he spent his first couple thousand years, learning as much as he possibly could about the world. Course he couldn't be everywhere at once and most of his knowledge is limited to what happened in the american continent until the early 13th century then he traveled to europe to explore. Though there he did more then just explore, he started inserting himself in with the humans, working and making a name for himself. When people started to get suspicious about his age he'd simply disappear, move away, cut all ties and reappear somewhere else.

It was easier to do back then, when you didn't need a birth certificate or license to get a job, no DNA or fingerprints. He could simply appear and reappear as he wished and he made sure not to get to know anyone enough to care about them. But he started to make connections and the ones he cared enough about he turned into bleeders and took with him for a while or if he really cared for them he would turn them. He started learning new tricks, getting used to his strength and speed, his strengths and weaknesses. He turned only 2 others and eventually killed them both. Even though he wanted companionship he preferred to keep low, not wanting the humans to know about his existence. He hadn't met any other vampires since being turned. After those two he didn't turn anymore, hating how they chose to live their lives. It wasn't until he returned to England that he started meeting other vampires. He met one vampire who was older then even him but she was hunted and killed during the Witch Hunts, or so he heard. After he heard of her death he traveled back to North America, enjoying the 18th century technology, the ship. He enjoyed the wide open spaces of what is now called Canada, spending a large chunk of time in the Arctic, with the natives once again learning their languages.

When the beginning of the 9th century rolled around he met another vampire, Lucern who he still knows to this day. At the time Lucern was young, very young and Vincente took him under his wing. They separated about two hundred years later and he was alone until the 14th century when he became fascinated with another female, Colecte. He watched her for a long while and when she was about to be executed he felt the need to save her. She didn't die, lucky for her and lucky for him people still weren't all that good at taking care of bodies. So he turned her and for the first time it turned out well. She was a bit hard to handle at first but eventually their relationship turned into something more then just a fledgling-and-maker relationship. And he was fine with that, fine with the fact she followed him around and he took her as a sort of mate, glad for the companionship. After her he became more confident about behind able to control his fledglings and began turning others. A few he had to kill, the fact they almost exposed their race making them a threat but most he allowed to start off on their own, keeping close tabs on them.

In early 2000 he moved to a city called Vancouver, making a name for himself and finding ways around everything, but life is a lot harder now. He lives in a permanent house now with Colecte at his side, taking a leader type role over the vampires easily. No older vampire has come to take his place so he does his best though every once and a while hard times come about. The most current one involving two of his fledglings. This cure came about, when they originally told him he thought they were going to take away their weaknesses, not their strengths as well. It was about the time the cure came around that he started keeping tabs on the werewolf packs in the area as they showed their distaste about the cure as well. He has been thinking of making an alliance, seeing a battle in their future but for now he has decided to simply watch and see.


RP Sample as that character: ((didn't know what to write so this turned out kinda rushed >.> sorry!))

The smoke was thick in the already heavy air; the dull sound of music came blasting through the thick walls hinting at just how loud it was inside. Every once and a while another smoker would slither out of the back door to join the steadily increasing population outside. The opened access door would let noise and flashing lights escape every so often, bright and loud enough to make everyone turn away until the door closed again. There were 50 or so outside not, a few forming their own little group to dance outside while they took long drags on their smokes. They could almost have their own party outside there were so many of them but they numbers were pretty stable at 50. Made you wonder how many people were inside, if any of them were missed or would be missed.

Back pressed against the cold brick wall of the building across the street of the local haunt, Insomnia. Hair was unruly but in a tamer fashion then when you just wake up and go, though that was almost what he had done. Night had fallen only a few hours ago; the summer had made the daylight hours longer making it rather inconvenient for him and his family. But summer also meant more people went out clubbing at night and they usually wore even less, some even going in the bare minimum. Guys would come shirtless if possible; girls would come in skimpy little outfits, dressing to show off long spray tanned legs and flat starved stomachs. Sad, there was no meat on those bones. The ones that really made an impression were the girls that went to the beach and the gym to get those tanned legs and flat stomachs but they usually covered up a bit more, almost as if to taunt the guys, make them use their imaginations.

The door opened again and dull grey eyes snapped down, avoiding the direct light and staying focused on the lackluster grey of the sidewalk until the door closed again then they snapped back up. Who had joined the crowd? Eyes scanned over the crowd, drifting over faces that had been there for some time until they settled on a new face. She was a pretty girl, one of the gym and beach body types, not too tall with dark curls to her chin, framing her narrow face. Simple brown eyes and a red, short silk spaghetti strap dress that just hung off of. Black thigh high velvet high heels covering those long tanned legs of hers. A small black purse hung from a thin chain over her shoulder, she pulled his pack of cigarettes from there, tapping one out delicately. She was separate from the group, on her own in the shadows, just the kind of girl he liked. She probably had friends inside but she had chosen to come outside on her own.

Vincente unfolded his arms and pressed his palms flat against the wall, pushing himself off and looking both ways before crossing the street. Long legs helped close the distance faster then normal, on the way allowing his hand to slip into his pocket, fiddling with the lighter at the bottom. Eyes were solely focused on that girl in the back even as other people watched him slip through their ranks. She was fiddling with her purse now, cigarette held between her teeth, obviously looking for a lighter. Hand slid back out of his pocket and thumb flicked back the zippo lid, offering the small flame to the woman. She looked startled for a second before she leaned forward, accepting an offer and inhaling deeply, leaning back against the wall. Eyes closed and she leaned her head back, blowing out a thick cloud of tar. He almost wrinkled his nose in disgust but smokers were the easiest prey. Leaning against the wall next to her, body turned towards her as if looming but she didn’t seem to mind as she blew another cloud of smoke in his face.

Predatory smile curled along her lips as she turned to lean her shoulder against the wall as well, closing any space left between them, ”You here alone?” Vincente asked, voice coming out in a sort of purr. She tilted her head back, looking up at him through dark lashes and he took note that they were not real. ”If you want me to be” she answered, voice equally as seductive and he took his cue, head tilting down to bring his mouth to her level. Before he could get there cigarette was in the gutter, arms were around her neck and lips were pressed hungrily around. She’d survive, she smelled delicious so she could be a bleeder for a while until he grew bored of her body and blood. No one seemed to take notice or them, keeping their distance as hands traveled to her thighs, hoisting her up so she was looking down on him. She didn’t seem to mind, legs gripping his hips easily. Lips trailed down her neck hungrily, and she exposed her throat to him, head tilting back as a soft moan escaped soft lips. There were no more words after that, teeth sank into her throat, making a small puncture before simply drinking.

A small gasp escaped her as his fangs first tore through skin but then there was nothing but pleasure, hands curled around his neck, fingers twining into his hair, pulling him closer. She tasted as enchanting as she smelled, it was almost impossible to pull away but before he did too much damage he managed, much to her displeasure. Her movements were drunk and woozy after that as she leaned down for another kiss. He pulled away, not wanting her to taste her own blood that still stained his lips and this seemed to make her mad though not enough to push him away. Vincente let her slide down, supporting her as she wobbled, probably unsure as to why she was suddenly so dizzy. Smile trailed across his lips and she leaned forward, leaning against him completely, and arms still around his waist. She seemed quite content to stand and high on the feeling of new blood in his veins he was fine with allowing her to simply use him as support.

SOMEONELIKEYOU``

What can we call you: Lust
How can we contact you: PM or if the admin needs it then you can get my e-mail
Age: 19, almost 20 now
How'd you hear about us: Proboads Support ^^

[Colecte La Nelle]

Love it! <3 You just forgot the three icons. And I'm assuming he's residing int he highrise complex?

[Colecte La Nelle]