Hiems Jack Romani

Hehe, he's finally here 8) Art by my lovely girlfriend . His counterpart Jill is also owned by her! This guy is likely to edited given time as I'm not 100% sure I'm satisfied with the amount of TLC I gave his history //SWEATS, but, regardless, here you all go! Enjoy your Void Tutor .


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Basic Information

 

Name: “Jack”
Species: “Noble” Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: ??
DOB:??
Height: 185 cm (6’0”~)
Attribute: Energy
Tower:  Void Tower
Notable features: 

-Wedding band

-Pointy ears

- Voice

 Personal Background

 

Likes:  -Romance

            -His Wife

            -Being excited and people who can share in this excitement

            -Satisfying curiosity

    -Living life to the fullest

    -Spontaneous things

    -Adventure

    -“Hip New Phrases”

    -Being “on fleek” with his “threads, yo.”

    -Swell shades to grace his eyes.

    -Lick on some bricks; going ham on it.

    -Wanderlust

    -Check, check, getting’ wild wearin’ skinny with the bittie on the down low, ya’ know playa?

    -Milk toast

    -Brick toast

    -The cool, refreshing taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Dislikes: -Boredom

            -Routine

            -Expectations

            -Being too far away from Jill

            -Responsibility

            -Romeo and Juliet (Story is swell, but the ending sucks)

 

Fears: -Death

    -Stock market crash

    -Aliens

    -Virgins (specifically of the Christian variety)

    -Angry Virgins (specifically of the angry Christian variety)

    Goals: He has no idea. He just sort of stumbled in and became a tutor. In his words, “Huh, this bed is soft brah.”

Personality: Jack is a calm, collected, totally zen individual who enjoys long walks on the beach when he’s not working his peaceful (did I say peaceful?) desk job as an accountant for a firm in Bangladesh. He’s also a frequent shit disturber. No, in reality, Jack is a man who has more in common with a multi-coloured disco ball, made of super-bouncy rubber, that is perpetually being shot through the air at no less than six-thousand miles per hour second. What does that mean, you might ask? He doesn’t know either, but, we can hazard a guess: He’s fast, impulsive, flashy, more than a little silly, reflects light, is at home at a dance hall, and will probably ruin make your day. He also enjoys being totally rad with his wife because, really, she completes him and is the Jesse to his James. Oh, he’s also a huge fan of Oakleys. Jack out.  

History: 

 

 The castle, standing as a blackened yet resolute spire amid the mountains as always, laid bare to the sounds of excitement in this late hour. Against the cobblestone floors alongside stone wall opposite to sheer cliff were the hollow steps of a running man.

 

Friedrich A. Bastheim was sprinting down these halls, the tails of his tuxedo catching in the wind with the speed of his cantor, the three dancing lights on his candle stick barely maintaining their life as the wind exerted it's pressure against them.

 

The sheer determination on the man's face (notwithstanding the immense sheen of glistening sweat) seemed to hint at the apparent gravity of the situation. Upon seeing a familiar silhouette against the darkness he flew to a stop, his shoes driving grooves into the floor as he stopped suddenly.

 

"Sir- UHM!  Messaire! Mister... Uhm, mister-ino?" He sputtered, his slender face somehow producing quivering jowels in this scenario.

 

The man, his slicked back hair and nigh on draconian presence a testament to his ilk- cocks as they were- put up a slender finger towards the man.

 

"You were close enough the second time, Bastheim." Said the man known only as Sylvio Romani, head of his renowned clan, the words enough to cow the young vampire with hardly an effort. Flashing his red-tinted irises in his direction, the man looked at the servant with a steely expression.

 

"Why do you disturb me on such an auspicious evening, Friedrich of Clan Bastheim?"

 

The man, for the moment, felt a familiar pang of frustration at the tone of the man but, now wasn't the time to act within expectations. Slumping over the railings, the vampire placed the candlestick on the flat surface as he ran fingers through his cropped black hair.

 

"This evening... Might not be as auspicious as we previously thought."

 

"You have my attention."

 

"Well... The family servants report that the heirs are... Well, gone."

 

"What?"

 

"They're gone. In each bed was little more than a pile of pillows under the sheets."

 

"..."

 

"W-We assumed they just had cold feet! The others didn't want to intrude on their apparent sequestering- though, now that I think of it, it was pretty odd for both at the same time to be-"

 

The movement was something akin to a lunging pit viper- The hands of the older man wrapping around the young man's neck as if he had been coiled and prepared to strike before the conversation had even began.

 

Another fun aspect was that the younger vampire was now hanging three feet off the ground.

 

That was pretty cool too.

 

"You let them escape. They were under your watch, and you'd let their young foolish, rebellious ideas spirit such a tenuous opportunity for peace away."

 

The young vampire looked at the man with a gaze so openly displeased (albeit, strangely ineffective due to the current situation) it would probably at least terrify a small animal. His arms however, were a tad more effective. Slipping his hands between the arms of the older man, he swiftly pushed out and barred his fangs before tumbling to the ground with a gasp.

 

"Let's keep things civil now. That foolish son of yours probably spoiled my sister upon so much as looking at her.”

"… Where is your Patriarch?”

“As you know, Patriarch Johannes was out east. He was supposed to arrive next twilight.”

“Damn him for leaving those two imbeciles alone with you of all people in charge.”

The man, even as he spat venom towards the man, seemed to almost lose will. By the last phrase he just looked at the young patriarch and lowered his finger, the once resolute man quizzically, and surprisingly deflating.

The man remained silent for a time before letting out a deep sigh, his face, once hard with anger now soft, human like- much like a breaking stone.

 

"... Despite my best efforts, truly, you unfortunately have a point. This was... This was stupid of me to even think my fool of a son could have a use even in a function as small as a political marriage."

Friedrich just blinked. Huh. It seemed he had struck a chord. Strange. He had just been shooting from the hip. Looking at the man now, he could see the truth in his words and, frankly, he was surprised as… It was his sister he was concerned about

 

"... Now… Don’t take this the wrong way, but, I think we just tried to pawn our black sheep off onto each other.”

 

"Yes. Yes we did." Said the Patriarch, leaning against the railing, head in hands, “Johannes and I… Well, when we found out about our mutual situations it seemed like such a flawless plan given the recent tensions.”

 

"You know," The younger Vampire said, joining the older man on the railing with a sigh, “I’m not actually that saddened about this.”

 

"Myself aswell."

“You know, maybe this was a good ending.”

“Don’t go that far, Bastheim.”

 

The wind howled across the mountain valley.

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"You want a drink?"

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some Time Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You want a drink?”

“Oh, fuck yes I do.”  The man chimed as he reached back to slap his old boombox, the thing suddenly kicking in to his violent whim- The cassette entitled, ‘dankest of beats’ spitting out the perfect tune.

Reaching over as the desert heat radiated against the convertible, the pale woman handed over a- Well, first fiddled with a large amount of ingredients, swiftly, and awkwardly mixing tomato juice, lukewarm vodka, a few spices (all from the glovebox mind you) and a piece of celery – single bloody mary with a wink as they sat in the idling car.

As he took the drink, he smiled brightly, and fist bumped the woman, their golden rings shining in the desert sun; a point of twinkling glitter on their fingers. With a cheers, the two sloppily knocked back their beverages- little rivulets of red failure running down their lips and chin- before they threw each of the glasses out into the sand.

“Man, this arranged marriage deal? So incredibly smart. I mean, look at us!” He laughed, before the girl just looked at him, “But, well, uhm~ Jack, we didn’t agree to the arranged marriage?”

“Yeah? So?”

“So we’re not married in that way.”

“What, does vegas not count?”

“Yeah, but we eloped.”

“…”

“…”

“Point taken. Stick it to the pigs, eh?” He laughed, leaning back in the chair he was pretty sure was broken and stuck into the farthest back position, the leather jacket on his form really just serving to cook him from the inside and moisten with a small ocean of sweat with this particularly brutal heat.

“…. Well then.” He said, looking up at her with a little fire in his reddened irises, his lips parting with the wide eager smile- his fangs barely visible between chapped lips. “Shall we?” He said, a few locks of styled black hair falling rebelliously over his features.

Wordlessly, the girl reached for the gear shift as she nodded,  “Let’s fucking go.”

As they both turned in unison forward, the man revved the car, the wooden planks of the crude upward ramp shining out before them as if it was telling them ‘no, please don’t’.

Nevertheless, they persisted.

“One.” He said, smiling, as he revved the car.

“Two.” She said, as she pulled back the gearshift, the wheels starting to spin with the rev- Smoke coming up from beneath them- the scent of burning rubber thick in the dry air.

”THREE” They chimed in unison as the car flew forward, going zero-to-sixty in almost exactly what it said on the manual. What wasn’t written on the manual, were the illegal nitrous alterations. Hitting the crude switch, the peculiar whizz of nitrous oxide being added to the gasoline could be heard as the car surged forward almost unnaturally fast up the ramp… Over the edge.

For the purest second, their hands intertwined, the two vampires screamed wildly before the car took flight, wheels leaving the sharp ramp. Together, they both kicked off and out of the upward travelling car, soaring through the air before slamming hard into the ground.

The man broke atleast one of his legs, but stood up, as he removed his signature pair of oakleys from his jacket pocket, slipping them on his face just as the car impacted with the ground- The explosion quickly following as the resulting blast of heat, flames, smoke and noise hit him against the back of the head. Smiling softly, he reached for a cigarette and set it on fire with his favourite lighter.

“That was so fucking badass.” He whispered.

“Wow.” The girl said, facing the other direction. “Why didn’t you look at the explosion? That was so cool. Like, absolutely unforgettably awesome.” She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “Wasn’t that the point?”

“… You’re not wrong.”

“… Also, how do we get out of this Desert?”

“… You, uh- ha-haaaa-, plan the next date, Honey.”

The two Vampires stood, slowly watching the smouldering car as the man slapped his leg back into place, gently holding her hand as the desert wind swirled around them in a most peculiar fashion…

 Abilities

Attributes

Primary Attribute: Energy
Secondary Attribute: Speed
Tertiary Attribute: Strength
Inferior Attribute: Mind

Powers:

-The Death Shroud:  The vampire duo can make their signature Death Shroud appear from their shoulders at any point in time. Aside from serving the one-true purpose of looking 'Fab As Fuck' they also endow our heroes with the power of flight, harmless visual effects, and the sly flourishes only those wearing a goofy cloth sheet with a flipped up collar can pull off. Not to mention, they can transform into other pieces of black clothing to fufill the purpose of looking like the aforementioned ‘Fab as Fuck’ criteria.

 

-Vampire physique: Beanier than your average Human Bean. *With an added hunger for blood of course. To elaborate, he and Jill are Stronger, better, faster, harder with a regenerative factor, dark vision and a smooth disposition.

 

- 'Guise': Their trademark shapeshifting power. The vampires can shapeshift, though, due to their lack of (willing) control over the power, the forms often turn out strange whilst they scream the name of their power in a theatrical tone nearly every time they use it.

-Maaaaaaagiicccc: As it sounds, though a particular focus is put on the charms, glamours and oh-so-spooky things that vampires do best. That being said, while they don’t generally use said powers at all, they’ve found such things work almost exclusively on regular Humans, with steep diminishing returns on others. How strange! Good thing other more ‘bang-bang; shoot-shoot’ evocations work just fine.

Skills: -Takes a swell instagram photo

            -Can hotwire a car.

            -Can hotwire sweet talk a horse.

            -Once won the Ohio state fair pie eating contest. No, he won’t tell you how.

            -Is a wizard with hair gel

            -Can surprisingly read Shakespeare

           

Weaknesses: -Virgins

                        -No, seriously, virgins.

                        -In particular, virgins who are immensely pure of heart, brandishing stakes coated in garlic on the summer solstice at the zenith of the sun on any year that is a multiple of seven that may or may not be a leap year…- (The list continues on for four pages, intermittently written in red crayon; little wet droplets of sweat up and down the parchment).

 Roleplay Information

People & Things:
  ._. Strange Cat Scree? You. I like you. Ayyyyyyy; Friendo! Friendly Screee~ Super Friend (You Can Come to the Wedding) Sexy Screeeee~ Jill; My One True P.I.C. <3

Jill: - A day spent without you, is a day spent without air my love. Now, let's go tear shit up.

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Chatroom Availability: Nah.

IM Availability: Yeah.

Roleplay Preferences:  Romance/Pairing, Gore/Torture, Casual, Fighting, Emotional/Drama, Adventure, One on One, Group RPs, Alternate Universe

Roleplay Sample: 

“A heart attack?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, reaching up to his chin to stroke at his non-existent goatee. “That’d be unfortunate. I do oh-so like me some blood, right Wife?” He asked saucily, not even looking to her as he moved to place his right arm on her shoulder to rest against the woman- only to quickly remember that he currently had none, his form falling into an awkward two step to compensate for the near loss of balance.

 Looking up to the ceiling, he stuck two fingers between his lips and whistled loudly, “Righty!” He whistled again, following it up with a clicking sound against his back-left molars as if he was calling for a horse, “Here boy! Come on! Come here~” He chimed, trying to coax the arm down before his gaze narrowed with a sigh, his voice becoming deadly.

 ”I’ll skip leg day.”

 It was unknown what precisely transpired in that moment, but the arm dropped from the ceiling into his hand and he just smiled, “That’s what I thought.” He chimed, sticking it back onto his socket as he literally got his life back together, “… Bitch.” He murmured at the limb, before turning back to his wife. “Psh, I think I nailed it! Besides, you’re the lightning, I’m the thunder- That’s our philosophy!”

 He shook his head.

“NAY! THAT IS OUR TRADEMARK AS PERFORMERS!” He announced with a mighty flourish, his cloak kicking into an unnatural billow behind him with the grand maneuver.

 

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