Post by charon on Jul 23, 2009 20:29:49 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Arbie
GENDER: Female
AGE: Fifteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: idk
OTHER CHARACTERS: No one
HOW YOU FOUND US: Beeeeee
Vihtori Charon
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare
NAME: Arbie
GENDER: Female
AGE: Fifteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: idk
OTHER CHARACTERS: No one
HOW YOU FOUND US: Beeeeee
Vihtori Charon
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare
character basics
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: He doesn’t know how old he is, but most Dream Beings guess a few thousand years. He looks around 40.
GROUP: Dream Being
SPECIES: Human
OCCUPATION Ring leader
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Marilyn Mansonappearance
Vihtori stands at an ungodly height of 6’’5, towering over most ‘people’ he knows. His skin is ghostly pale, but he doesn’t bother to try and fix it. He likes to make himself as unapproachable as possible(in a ‘WHO IS THIS MAN I MUST TALK TO’ way). He’s not the fittest man in the Dream World, but he keeps his body nice enough so he doesn’t have a beer belly like he sees in some inns. He’s not got an incredible stomach to show off though, it’s just as flat as a pancake. If he wishes to fight in any way, he’ll just use his cane.
Yes, I did say a cane. He has a cane in either hand wherever he goes. Vihtori finds it useful if he wants to discipline someone quickly, or just be lazy and have a rest. It’s pitch black, but it seems like the cane is glass, and the black is inside it. Sometimes, if you look carefully enough, you can see smoke floating around inside it. The handle is pure white, but not made of anything special. His clothes change often, but atop his head is always a top hat. It usually matches his outfit too, whether it’s a silver suit or a black tuxedo for whatever reason. His shoes are usually leather or even boots, but it does vary from outfit to outfit. Vihtori takes pride in his looks, as ghastly as they are.
His eyes are two different colours. The left is ice blue, and rather… Enticing. Once someone looks at it, depending on who they are, they usually can’t look away. He’s rather expressive with his left eye, either raising his left eyebrow or winking it. His right eye is brown. Brown as mud. Not very pretty if you asked him, but pretty enough to stay on his body. Around his eyes you’ll usually find kohl and a lot of eyeshadow. The colours, like his outfits, vary to match his clothes that night. His lips are thick and covered in crimson or black lipstick, although he’d never call it lipstick. Vihtori hasn’t really chosen a name for it yet.personality
Although some bastards are actually very lonely deep down, and only want a friend, Vihtori is not like that. He’s a bastard deep down too, if not more of. Vihtori enjoys being cruel to others, he likes it when they try and fight back, he laughs when they have to walk away almost in tears. It’s just a strange hobby of is, and not so secret. Vihtori is very, very witty, and can shoot remarks like bullets. Nothing can really explain why he’s so bitter, his past was fairly good and no one’s ever really attempted to betray him. It’s obvious Vihtori is just an example of the realidiotscruel people in the world, and he’s not ashamed of it. Vihtori’s not ashamed of anything he does, to be honest.
Friends. Even Vihtori has friends, but you can’t expect him to stick up for them. He’s not the type of guy to get right in there and yell at anyone making fun of his friends. He’s usually friends with people that hardly get messed with anyway, so there’s no point. Vihtori likes people who can hold their own in a fight, too. He’s actually really picky about who he likes, so usually his only friends at his wife, Pandora and Valo.
When it comes to his work, Vihtori takes certain pride in it. He will not abide anyone badmouthing it(although he could care less if someone badmouths the performers, as he likes to call them) and will give any punishment necessary, no matter who they are. He sees women no different from men, nor does he see rich people no different from peasants. Workers are like animals to him, tiny little animals. Like maggots. The circus is his pride and joy, and Vihtori makes it a hobby to punish anyone that doesn’t do their job right in it. He likes things simple and done fast. When it comes to punishment, Vihtori likes to be explorative. If he finds new ways, he will try them, and constantly repeats old ones if they cause a lot of pain, even if they’re not his favourites.
Everyone has to have one of the seven sins in them, and the one Vihtori has is envy/jealousy. He is very jealous of people that eye anyone he likes, and will punish them accordingly too. Vihtori can become insanely jealous of anyone that has something he wants, but it isn’t very hard to get that exact thing, or at least something like it. Jealousy may rule over his life, but that only happens rarely. The main things that make his jealousy and anger rage is when men try and flirt with anyone he has his eye on, people badmouth the circus and compare it to another or insult himself. No one should ever do that, it’s like asking for a death wish, as far as death can go in the dream world.
Strangers? Strangers exist everywhere, especially for Vihtori. As mentioned earlier on, he doesn’t make that many friends. Most kind hearted souls with weak minds find him intimidating, and many little boys and girls aren’t used to him sneaking up on them and scaring them the best he can. When he’s not running off selling cut up liver to people and amusing the more… Dark humoured Dream Beings with his little tricks, he’s just wandering around lurking in the shadows waiting for an unsuspecting victim to fall to his feet. Of course, if this doesn’t happen, Vihtori will happily put his foot down and step in so someone does fall to his feet, accident or not. He’s not afraid to stand up for what he believes in, especially to strangers. But he believes in things that aren’t usually considered normal to other people, like students and teachers.family & history
Everything has to come from somewhere, and this includes Vihtori. He grew up in a mysterious unwelcoming environment. He had a large family and anyone who had the luck to see them would compare them to the Adams Family. His parents are long gone though, and Vihtori has no idea if his siblings have wandered of to some far away land. Vihtori cannot remember his parent’s name, but his father was called Hephaestus and his mother was named Clytia. He had five siblings, all younger. Zeus, Hemera, Zephyrus, Poseidon and Ares. Vihtori didn’t bother to try and help his parents take care of his siblings, as he was too busy trying to take care of himself. His parents hardly had any time for him because he was the eldest son, and they believed Vihtori was ready to take care of himself.
Vihtori and his family lived in a wooden caravan, filled with trinkets such as crow’s feathers and claws. His mother was into all sorts of magic, especially the dark kind. She attempted to teach Vihtori some things when he was old enough, but he wasn’t interested. He was more interested in wandering about in the forest they lived in, finding little creatures and capturing them. He used them to amuse himself, tearing off their wings or cutting their fur. His parents never thought of disciplining him for it, his father was far too busy trying to get money to feed his family. Vihtori was interested in his father’s line of work, but was too young at the time to join him in his adventures. Hephaestus was sometimes gone for weeks on end and come back with a lot of money. Vihtori wondered what he did, and so he followed him one time.
Only being a teenager, Vihtori got easily lost. His father had a horse to get him by, and all Vihtori had was his own feet. He soon got lost in the forest, alone but certainly not scared. He had learned not to be frightened of everything in life, as it showed weakness. After watching his siblings get teased nearly endlessly by each other for crying or getting upset, Vihtori had hardened up. Vihtori ventured the forest for what felt like years, but really it was only a few weeks. Eventually he was found by his family again, but his parents didn’t give him into trouble. They appreciated the fact he had managed to survive, although didn’t give him much attention after that.
As soon as possible, which means when he was a few hundred years old, Vihtori left the household. He went out to do what he wanted to do best; his father’s job. It was odd sounding, but Vihtori liked the idea of taking in random people or creatures and making them do whatever he wanted. During the years, he had become more and more accustomed to getting what he liked. Slowly his travelling circus was starting up, and soon he was a well known ring leader in Dream World. Of course, people began to slander his name. He didn’t like it, not at all. That was when he began to become a bit more fierce with his circus and his workers. If someone did something wrong, Vihtori would start handing out punishments. It was clear the circus was slowly becoming less happy-happy-joy-joy and more dark and dangerous.
Vihtori slowly became the man you know today. Sinister, unique and very against the idea of other people being happy.
