Post by klaus on Oct 18, 2010 12:36:46 GMT -8
* KLAUS ANDREAS TIUVELÎN !
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"I was tearing pretty white throats when your ancestors were building the Colosseum. I killed with Alexander's army. I fought in the Trojan War. I'm old, Salvatore. I'm one of the Originals. In my earliest memories I carried a bronze axe. I helped bring the Roman Empire down. They called us barbarians - they just didn't understand! War, Salvatore! There's nothing like it. Europe was exciting back then. I decided to stick around the countryside and enjoy myself." [/center]
full name: Klaus (They didn't have last names when he was born) Andreas Tiuvelin (Tiuvelin means demon of the night
)nicknames: Johnathan Wilson, Michael, Stephen, Andrew, Peter, Jude
date of birth: Older than the pyramids (Appears late 20's to mid 30's)
date of change: So long ago that even he doesn't remember exactly
hometown: Rome, Italy
species: Original Vampire
abilities: Enhanced vampire powers, shoots lightning, mind manipulation
He is described as being handsome despite the fact that his features are often contorted in madness. He wears a dusty long coat.
height: 5'8"
weight: 165
hair: Dark Brown
eyes: Brown
play by: Robet Downey Jr
likes: Reading Literature
War
Football
Fencing
Horseback riding
Hunting
Blood
Chaos
Alcohol
dislikes: Vampire slayers
Getting his hands dirty
Werewolves
People who are too smart for their own good
Music that's too modern
Vervain
People figuring out who he is
Weakness
strengths: Smart
Cunning
Inventive
Charming
Stalking and catching his prey
weaknesses: Women
The wood from the ash tree is the only thing that's been seen that can harm him
Easily betrayed
Quick to anger
Dramatic
fears: Werewolves
Vervain
The wood from the ash tree is the only thing that's been seen that can harm him
Being Staked
Fire
Sunlight
Being revealed for what he is
secrets: He has a knack for singing and dancing, but doesn't do it often
Is a professionally trained chef, though can't eat the meal so finds it pointless
Can be physically and verbally agressive, though tries to hide that fact
Has more enemies than he realizes
He was Katherine's sire
personality: Klaus is extremely deranged, and the line between his evil and his madness is very blurry. When pressed, he is deadly serious and reminds everyone about his unfathomable old age, but most of the time he seems unnaturally chipper. He refers to everyone as "sport." He nearly kills Stefan with the same white ash wood spear that was intended for him. His mood changes from cheerful and amused to absolutely enraged in seconds, and he is very unpredictable. Despite his seemingly erratic and scattered personality, he seems to be a patient and methodical killer capable of elaborate plans.
mother: Andromeda
father: Maximus
siblings: None
other family: numerous
other important people: Katerina Petrova
history: Klaus is of unknown age, but is at least from the bronze age. He seems to have fought in every major war through time, most notably in Alexander the Great's army, in the Trojan War, and in the wars that led to the Roman Empire's downfall on the Germanic side. He then decided to stick around the general area of Germany where, sometime in the 15th century, he turned a dying young Katherine into a vampire and then left her to her own devices.
Not much is known about Klaus' whereabouts since then, except that he spent a lot of time with Katherine after she ran away from the Salvatore brothers, and that she believed that she had killed him at some point. He may have been the vampire who attacked Meredith's grandfather, or he may have simply manipulated Meredith's grandfather to mislead everyone. His vernacular suggests that he's spent a lot of time in modern America, though - certainly enough to pick up slang like "sport" and use it comfortably and casually, and know (and use with effective irony) the song Goodnight, Sweetheart.
During this time, Klaus was traveling the world, wreaking havoc where he may. He keeps in contact with vampires of notoriety and can trace and track every vampire he ever made personally. Usually, he doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but he made a rare exception with Katerina Petrova. Her china-doll delicacy was just too much to resist and besides, she had asked for the change.
He can be a rare and demanding taskmaster, always asking too much of his pupils. It has driven some mad. He has heard a great deal about Stefan and damon and small-town Virginia and had decided it was high time he paid a visit there himself. Teach them what it was like to be a real vampire. With pop-culture infusion, it was time to get back to basics.
Klaus arrived in Mystic Falls in the early part of 2000, where he somehow comes in contact with the Lockwood family. After that, he uses his own enhanced vampire powers and everything he has learned over the years to play with the Salvatore brothers, and their human friends. He offered Damon a truce if he'd keep out of his way while he killed Stefan. Klaus intends to kidnap Caroline and hold her hostage as bait to get Stefan to fight him. How exactly that would play out is still beyond him, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
your name: Kat
age: 23
experience: almost 5 years
who you play: Nick Kirkland, Dakota Shay, etc...
how to contact you: PM, IM, MSN, Telepathy, Facebook, etc
how you found us: I made you
role play sample: Dean had been making his usual rounds. He had to check the weapon's shed, check the perimeter for any weaknesses and make sure no Croat had slipped into the camp unannounced. Some days the job was quite boring and tedious. Dozens of lives rested on his shoulders and every day his mood grew darker. Every day he hated himself more for not saving the world when he'd had the chance rather than let his stupid, stubborn Winchester pride take the reins and convince him that there was no way he'd lose.
If he knew then what he knew now he'd be a very different man than the one patrolling the camp today. He'd earned his snarky nickname Fearless Leader a thousand times over. He was reckless, sometimes bordering on outright stupid and raced into battle guns blazing without a second thought or even a fleeting concern for his own safety and the safety of his men. Yes, they were at war, but without Sam life had lost it's meaning. His marriage was a sham. It was falling apart at the seams and he'd gone back to torturing again, perfecting it into an art-form.
The closest thing he had left to a friend on the Earth was Cas and that was because he spent his days immersed in drugs and decadence. Had he been sober, it was quite likely that he too would have seen Dean for what he had become and abandoned him as well. He commanded respect and loyalty, not so much because he had earned it, but because he knew his job and he did it well. As long as he upheld his end of the bargain, his followers would uphold theirs. Those who could not, would not or were otherwise incapable of serving on the front lines had been put to work elsewhere, earning their keep doing a variety of necessary tasks throughout the camp. They kept the camp running like a well-oiled machine, ready to move at very short notice.
Information was sparse and kept on a need to know basis. Only those Dean trusted implicitly were kept in the loop. Others were generally just given tidbits at the very last moment. It kept panic from spreading and in it's own sick way kept a glimmer of hope alive. Hope was a rare thing in those days. The world as they knew it was over and there was no hope of restoring it, but there was the faint hope that they didn't all have to die slowly or bloody, that perhaps someday somehow they could defeat Lucifer. After all, wasn't that Dean's job in the first place, his destiny?
The demon he'd captured the day before had been another dead end. Chasing another white rabbit down a hole to nowhere. His already dark mood had only gotten worse as a result and he was just aching for an excuse, any excuse to lay into somebody, not that Dean really needed an excuse these days. His mood swings were more frequent and he spent more and more time locked in either his cabin or one of the women's. He and Risa might have had a "connection", a sort of meeting of the minds and attitudes, but that didn't mean he was dead. Marriage hadn't slowed his pursuit so why would that. Sure she'd bitch and moan later, probably throw a couple of things and he'd pretend to listen, but as soon as she left he'd head right out that door and into someone else's bed. After all, who wants to go to bed angry?
Finally, Dean was assured that everything was secured and locked down and set about posting guards at every possible checkpoint. As he rounded the corner he heaved a sigh as he watched one of his best mechanics stumbling in the dirt yet again. Ordinarily, Dean would have given anything to be that drunk, and occasionally was that drunk which was why he kept alcohol in his cabin, but this was a time to be serious. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" It was more rhetorical than anything. He reached down and grabbed Storm's upper arm and attempted to haul him to his feet. He glared at the bottle. "Since you seem to have so much free time, we'll have to find more work for you to do. You can start with completely overhauling the trucks. After that, we'll see.."
