14 boys meme - no. 5 Radoslav
Mar. 23rd, 2004 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessAnd today is Monday. Yes it is. Don't you all hate Mondays? Wretched things.
And since it is Monday, I'm still perfectly on schedule :p.
And I'm aware that Radoslav is slightly stretching the definition of the word 'boy'.
Name: I could spend weeks typing the aliases he’s used over the millennia, but we’ll stick to Radoslav.
Currently Appearing In: Generation Gap. "http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=sparkindarkness""http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=sparkindarkness""http://www.livejournal.com/users/sparkindarkness/"
Orientation: Unknown... probably even to himself. This ancient creature rarely bothers with sexual thoughts at all - and the few times he does have a somewhat... disturbing bent.
Origin: Eastern Europe. In the foothills of the Carpathians. The land in which he was born has long since been renamed, several times over in fact.
Radoslav: It bore no name, nor needed one. The modern world uses name to claim dominion and control. Some things you cannot control, and for those you can, you need more than a name.
Significant Other(s): Not recently.
Quirks: He is quite possibly the oldest creature on the planet. Either way he is certainly one of the oldest and most powerful vampires. He has been dormant for far too many years, technology has long since outpaced him. It is a strain just to cope with modern lingual shifts, let alone deal with the fast paced advances of the modern world. He is, in many ways, lost. He’s certainly an anachronism.
Background: How to describe the history of a being that predates most nations? In his mortal days, he was born to a hard life in a hard land, wild and untamed, free to chart his own life under the sky from the bounties of the soil. A life that has long made Radoslav laugh at the virtues of freedom. Bound by no laws, he was enslaved to the daily toil needed just to survive as surely as ever a liege could have controlled him.
He refused to accept it, inevitable though it may be. He refused to toil uselessly all his days, he demanded more. And he was strong enough - in will and body and spirit - to take it.
In a few short years his people received their first ruler. It took few more for his people’s neighbours to accept the guiding hand of a ruler. Their neighbours were more reluctant; but easily persuaded by silver tongue and quicksilver thoughts. Those after seemed little able to resist the benevolent mantle... or the iron hand.
It was impressive. It certainly caught the eye of a creature that ruled far more than the young Radoslav could ever dream of. The creature extended his gift to the young prodigy, who readily and eagerly accepted.
Mere centuries passed before the younger vampire refused to accept the old one’s dominion. The old one found himself cast from his own throne, his old reigns of power pulled more deftly than he ever had.
Now Radoslav finds the powers of his throne hollow and worthless... but he has no intentions of accepting that.
Employment: Once he controlled an empire... now he’s trying to re-establish it. It’s pretty much a full time occupation.
Appearance: Radoslav is of average height at best, and hard days removed most of the excess fat from his frame, leaving it corded with muscle. He has shoulder length, thick black hair and completely white skin. Unnaturally pale skin, far paler than human skin tone. His eyes glow a deep crimson - literally, they shine and cast shadows. His face is noble and superior with a strong nose, thin lips, iron jaw and thick black brows. The look is ruined by surprisingly expressive, large eyes, outlined with thick dark lashes.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Most vampires look relatively normal - or at least can do so with very little effort. Radoslav can hide his appearance - but with far greater effort. Unless he wishes to hide, he rarely does so. His unnaturally pale skin and glowing red eyes are definitely distinctive. His fangs are non-retractable and can be very disturbing if he smiles widely or snarls. More subtly, Radoslav has forgotten many of the habits of the living unless he makes an effort to mimic them. Beyond merely not breathing or not having a heart beat or body temperature, he rarely blinks. He never fidgets, every movement is for a purpose. His body language is utterly non-responsive, never changing with mood or thought. The general stillness is enough to convince most people on a subconscious level that ‘there’s something wrong with that guy’.
If You Could Pick a Theme Song for This Character, It Would Be: For the record? I’m still bad at this. “A Kiss is a Terrible thing to Waste” Meat Loaf.
Sin-of-Anger: Anger is an asset to Radoslav. He rarely looses his temper.. well, fairly rarely. But he remembers every slight, every insult, every time he was wronged or felt the anger boil. Then he holds it, stores it, stokes it, long after the original act has been resolved, and uses it to drive himself forwards. Never underestimate the power of finely honed anger...
Sin-of-Envy: Of himself, of what was. He used to be a king, an Emperor, whose empire held vast tracts of the globe and thousands of knowing vassals, millions of unwitting pawns. Thrones fell on his whim, great men quivered in the night for fear of his power; nations crumbled and new kingdoms rose.
Now he’d be hard put to do a weekly grocery shop. You go through that and not be envious.
Sin-of-Pride: Err... that being almost a god thing tends to make him a tad full of himself.
Sin of Gluttony Food? He doesn’t eat... he drinks blood and only drinks blood... and even then he’s too efficient to be greedy. He’s still getting his footing sorted out before he has one of the blood feasts he had when he was last awake.
Sin-of-Lust: Nope. Sex is a tool at best and a waste of energy the rest of the time.
Sin-of-Avarice: He doesn’t even recognise most things, let alone long for them!
Sin-of-Sloth: He just spent a couple of centuries or so in sleep. Does that count? Yeah, I think that counts.
Virtues: Enduring strength - I don’t care what you throw at him. In fact one of the reasons he went in for a long sleep was because he’d ran out of challenges. But it doesn’t matter how horrendous things get, how much pain or torture or grief you inflict on him; no matter how much you make him suffer or try to destroy him, he will endure, he will succeed. And then? Don’t run, you’ll just be tired when he finds you. Don’t hide, for you will only delay the inevitable, even suicide may not protect you. I’d say you’d wish you’d never been born, but I don’t think it’s true - you won’t be coherent enough to wish for anything.
Hmm... I’d forgotten how much Radoslav scares me.
And since it is Monday, I'm still perfectly on schedule :p.
And I'm aware that Radoslav is slightly stretching the definition of the word 'boy'.
Name: I could spend weeks typing the aliases he’s used over the millennia, but we’ll stick to Radoslav.
Currently Appearing In: Generation Gap. "http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=sparkindarkness""http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=sparkindarkness""http://www.livejournal.com/users/sparkindarkness/"
Orientation: Unknown... probably even to himself. This ancient creature rarely bothers with sexual thoughts at all - and the few times he does have a somewhat... disturbing bent.
Origin: Eastern Europe. In the foothills of the Carpathians. The land in which he was born has long since been renamed, several times over in fact.
Radoslav: It bore no name, nor needed one. The modern world uses name to claim dominion and control. Some things you cannot control, and for those you can, you need more than a name.
Significant Other(s): Not recently.
Quirks: He is quite possibly the oldest creature on the planet. Either way he is certainly one of the oldest and most powerful vampires. He has been dormant for far too many years, technology has long since outpaced him. It is a strain just to cope with modern lingual shifts, let alone deal with the fast paced advances of the modern world. He is, in many ways, lost. He’s certainly an anachronism.
Background: How to describe the history of a being that predates most nations? In his mortal days, he was born to a hard life in a hard land, wild and untamed, free to chart his own life under the sky from the bounties of the soil. A life that has long made Radoslav laugh at the virtues of freedom. Bound by no laws, he was enslaved to the daily toil needed just to survive as surely as ever a liege could have controlled him.
He refused to accept it, inevitable though it may be. He refused to toil uselessly all his days, he demanded more. And he was strong enough - in will and body and spirit - to take it.
In a few short years his people received their first ruler. It took few more for his people’s neighbours to accept the guiding hand of a ruler. Their neighbours were more reluctant; but easily persuaded by silver tongue and quicksilver thoughts. Those after seemed little able to resist the benevolent mantle... or the iron hand.
It was impressive. It certainly caught the eye of a creature that ruled far more than the young Radoslav could ever dream of. The creature extended his gift to the young prodigy, who readily and eagerly accepted.
Mere centuries passed before the younger vampire refused to accept the old one’s dominion. The old one found himself cast from his own throne, his old reigns of power pulled more deftly than he ever had.
Now Radoslav finds the powers of his throne hollow and worthless... but he has no intentions of accepting that.
Employment: Once he controlled an empire... now he’s trying to re-establish it. It’s pretty much a full time occupation.
Appearance: Radoslav is of average height at best, and hard days removed most of the excess fat from his frame, leaving it corded with muscle. He has shoulder length, thick black hair and completely white skin. Unnaturally pale skin, far paler than human skin tone. His eyes glow a deep crimson - literally, they shine and cast shadows. His face is noble and superior with a strong nose, thin lips, iron jaw and thick black brows. The look is ruined by surprisingly expressive, large eyes, outlined with thick dark lashes.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Most vampires look relatively normal - or at least can do so with very little effort. Radoslav can hide his appearance - but with far greater effort. Unless he wishes to hide, he rarely does so. His unnaturally pale skin and glowing red eyes are definitely distinctive. His fangs are non-retractable and can be very disturbing if he smiles widely or snarls. More subtly, Radoslav has forgotten many of the habits of the living unless he makes an effort to mimic them. Beyond merely not breathing or not having a heart beat or body temperature, he rarely blinks. He never fidgets, every movement is for a purpose. His body language is utterly non-responsive, never changing with mood or thought. The general stillness is enough to convince most people on a subconscious level that ‘there’s something wrong with that guy’.
If You Could Pick a Theme Song for This Character, It Would Be: For the record? I’m still bad at this. “A Kiss is a Terrible thing to Waste” Meat Loaf.
Sin-of-Anger: Anger is an asset to Radoslav. He rarely looses his temper.. well, fairly rarely. But he remembers every slight, every insult, every time he was wronged or felt the anger boil. Then he holds it, stores it, stokes it, long after the original act has been resolved, and uses it to drive himself forwards. Never underestimate the power of finely honed anger...
Sin-of-Envy: Of himself, of what was. He used to be a king, an Emperor, whose empire held vast tracts of the globe and thousands of knowing vassals, millions of unwitting pawns. Thrones fell on his whim, great men quivered in the night for fear of his power; nations crumbled and new kingdoms rose.
Now he’d be hard put to do a weekly grocery shop. You go through that and not be envious.
Sin-of-Pride: Err... that being almost a god thing tends to make him a tad full of himself.
Sin of Gluttony Food? He doesn’t eat... he drinks blood and only drinks blood... and even then he’s too efficient to be greedy. He’s still getting his footing sorted out before he has one of the blood feasts he had when he was last awake.
Sin-of-Lust: Nope. Sex is a tool at best and a waste of energy the rest of the time.
Sin-of-Avarice: He doesn’t even recognise most things, let alone long for them!
Sin-of-Sloth: He just spent a couple of centuries or so in sleep. Does that count? Yeah, I think that counts.
Virtues: Enduring strength - I don’t care what you throw at him. In fact one of the reasons he went in for a long sleep was because he’d ran out of challenges. But it doesn’t matter how horrendous things get, how much pain or torture or grief you inflict on him; no matter how much you make him suffer or try to destroy him, he will endure, he will succeed. And then? Don’t run, you’ll just be tired when he finds you. Don’t hide, for you will only delay the inevitable, even suicide may not protect you. I’d say you’d wish you’d never been born, but I don’t think it’s true - you won’t be coherent enough to wish for anything.
Hmm... I’d forgotten how much Radoslav scares me.