Aloysius Pierce

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Name: Aloysius Pierce

Alias:Son of a gun, Captain Pierce, Cappie

Age: 20/414

Gender: Male

Species:Vampire-Marmee Noir

Sexuality: Polygynous

P.O.B:Aboard ‘The Valant Ascendant’ at 25.0000° N, 71.0000° W

D.O.B: Born June 13, 1600

Ethnicity: Seaman

Blood Type:O+

Relatives: Deceased long ago


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Height: 5’11”

Weight: 175lbs

Hairstyle/Color: 118lbs

Eye Color: Sky Blue

Figure/Build: Slim a swimmer’s body

Scars: Hands, knees, back, buttocks.

Piercings:Both ears. Gold hoops.

Tattoos: Neptune on his left shoulder.

Descriptive Paragraph(s): A tall man of his time he when feeling nostalgic wears gold hoops in both his ears. He stands nearly six feet but whip thin. Narrow of hip and broad shouldered his winters sky blue eyes has been the death a score of legions of souls. His unruly seemingly untamable mop the fall of night for many. The only betrayal of his former life as a dread pirate the scars across his hands and the talisman of Neptune over his shoulder.



Personality[/i][/b][/u]

Likes: Women
The Sea
Eating well
Sex
Plundering
Carousing

Dislikes: Mermaids
Sharks
Barnacles
Squalls
Loss of Freedoms
Disrespectful individuals
Harlequin
Ill Omens
Marriage
Bananas
Spiders



Favorite color(s):
Blacks, Reds

Favorite food(s):
[*]Blood Sausage
[*]Fresh Fruits
[*]Tripe Stew
[*]Fresh caught fish


Favorite drink(s):
[*]Fresh water
[*]Rum
[*]Brandy
Hobbies: Sailing, Knot making/unmaking, Sewing

Strengths/Weaknesses: Strong Willed
Care-free
Bawdy and Passionate
Caring
Cunning
- Tempermental
- Stubborn as the sea
- Violent
- Can be Savage
- Vindictive

Descriptive Paragraph(s): Aloysius is a pirate in every sense of the word. He is ribald far more than most vampires. He is cunning in a feral sort of way. His decisive demeanor has led many to believe he is in fact reckless. He is not but he is one to push his advantage and suffer the lack of one silently. He is as mercurial as the sea and occasionally twice as stormy. He is fast friend and even quicker enemy in short he is unlike any other vampire he is far too alive for most. But his vibrancy is his mask he lulls foes into a false sense of calm and complacency by being big and bright.



Experiences[/i][/b][/u]

Occupation: Smuggler

Native Language:A Nautical Polyglot

Secondary Language(s):English, French, Portugese, Spanish

Primary Skills : Sailing, Navigation, Fencing,

Secondary Skills :Ship boarding, Mortar(canon firing), Naval Warfare, Astronomy, Small Arms firing, Charcoal sketching,

Others: Impeccable balance, discerning eye and attention to detail.

Rank:Alpha

Tier:Switch

Bloodline:Marmee Noir

Primary Ability(ies):
Reap the Whirlwind
See the Aura
Hammer of Thought
It’s Not Rocket Surgery
Mental Poltergeistism
No Inch Punch
Deep Rolling
Animal to Call
Silver Tolerance
Healing Touch
Occlusion
Burning Blood
Command
Telepathy

Secondary Ability(ies):
Mist Form
Rise Early
Resist Dawn Death
Animal Servant
Flight
Betrayal of Flesh
Two Worlds Both Dark.
All Death All the Time.
Pass the Blame

Character Concept/History: Aloysius was born during the a squall on the gun deck of the of the ship of the line The Valent Ascendant. He was the ships sign of good luck against the bad weather his mother had whistled up. She was the ships cook and seamstress. As wide as a Man of War and as curvy as a full sail. She was a ribald woman who loved easy and hated hard. She despite her sex was twice the sailor of half the men on the crew. She was also quick with her wit and quicker with her blade. The only mann foolish enough to take what she would have offered for a smile and wink was cut from gibbet to gourd. He lived, though missing one of his pearls.

Bastard son of his mother he was a child of the sea and the mascot for the Valent Ascent. He lived and breathed the sea always longing to be on it. Sure as you’d like his bad luck began when his famly he crew struck hard times. Trades were light seas were rough and they decided upon a course of action that would change their fates. They decided to become buccaneers. Raiding plantations and various trade posts by night. At first such desperate actions made them wealthy well-fed,bed, and wined. Years passed and as everyone assumed the pup who’d made his way from mascot to cook to boatswain became captain. By day the Valent was an honorable if salty trading vessel. By night they were either drunk or buccaneers. Above all they were mercenaries fighting, trading, or stealing for whichever flag and cause paid the most.

Cappie as the men called the boy who led them continued their traditions. It was after such a raid that Aloysius came to the attention of one of the Queens childer. A man known only as Less even amongst the damned. He was vile monstrous and as wily as a rat with no crack or crevice to hide within. He valued the boy’s daring as well as his mastery of the sea. He stalked the boy for two months turning him by degrees. He kept him alive and held his shipmates hostage. He fed the boy only enough to arise each evening to awaken and move. He kept him on the edge of damning hunger for weeks. Then once the hunger had built to the point of daggers in his eyes he loosed him into the rooms where his crew was secured.

He slaughtered them all to the last draining them and shedding his humanity. Aloysius now one of the damned resented his master for the remainder of his life which was twenty years. Aloysius cannonaded his former masters keep with him inside. Weekend but yet alive Aloysius drained his master of every drop of his blood and unleashed high holy hell on the world.

Two hundred years later he has decided to come ashore and build a home for himself somewhere. LA was the place he chose. The world has changed but pirates live.


Imprint[/i][/b][/u]

Face Claim:Aaron Taylor Johnson

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Roleplaying Sample:  Aloysius touched down on the beach under cover of darkness. he'd sailed around the horn and up the coast. He loved the coastline with its inlets, coves and hidden ports. Sadly in this age of constant contact and technological advances fewer and fewer were as out of contact as they once were. Some were moving back towards anonymity but most had been discovered used and protected as if the world was still one of canvas and black powder. It made moving booty a good deal more difficult. Luckily the market for ill gotten gains never dwindled.  He'd steered the sloop into the cove an hour ago. It had taken him that long to dispose of the crew they were a salty bunch and as close to real men of the sea as he had seen in quite a few years.  He hated having had to end their lives but this haul was dangerous enough for him to know of.  Humans would sure as the Sun could give one whit of a fig as to what happened on earth spill the beans.

The drop wasn't for another two days but he couldn't be on land without hailing the local monster of the city. He'd managed to escape most of the hullabaloo of courts and such but as he was hoping to weigh anchor here for a longer spell he would have to dust off his polite face so as to play nicer than he actually was. Making his way to the Oviatt building He threw open the door and stalked into the club looking for someone who looked as if they were smarter than the crease on their pants.

Code Phrase: Admin Edited

Adoptable:Maybe