>>Character:
Cerebro File: Bloodscream
Real Name: Garret Bathory
Age: Approximately 450, appears to be in mid-late 20s
Place of Birth: London, England
Height: 64
Weight: 170lb
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Ice Blue/Silver
Legal Status: US Citizen, well known by Police however no criminal record
Group Affiliation: None at present
>>Information:
Genetic Mutation:
Bloodscream is a vampire of sorts, needing to feed upon peoples life force to survive. In order to do this, he simply needs to touch his victim with one of his clawed hands (however sometimes he prefers the traditional "bite" method), causing them to bleed profusely from the point of contact. He then, in traditional vampire style, will drink of their blood to regain his strength.
When at full strength, Bloodscream possesses superhuman speed and strength (approximately three times that of a normal, fit man). Prior to feeding or battle, Garret will transform into Bloodscream, his fingernails growing into claws and his teeth into fangs. When in his usual state, Garret can look mostly normal, although he cannot be rid of his ghost-like appearance, and his touch is not volatile unless transformed.
Bloodscream possesses a healing factor, similar to that of his arch-nemesis Wolverine, and can also exert mind-control over lower-level animals, and humans of a similar mentality.
Traditional Vampire repellants (i.e. sunlight, garlic and Christian crosses) will not harm nor phase Bloodscream.
Known Weaknesses:
Bloodscream will need to indulge in feeding at least once every three or four days to keep up his strength. Any longer than this will result in his strength and speed reducing dramatically, and will not be restored until after he has fed again.
Special skills and/or abilities:
Born in the 16th century, Garret is trained in sword and staff fighting as well as hand-to-hand combat.
A skilled and avid motorcyclist, he can often be seen cruising the streets at night time on his pride and joy, a Harley Davidson Titan Cruiser (click here for pic if interested).
Garret is also an accomplished horse rider, having traded this skill in for his motorcycle in recent years.
Bio:
Born in 16th Century London, Garret Bathory had a relatively normal life. He was raised in a wealthy family and studied Alchemy at London University, leaving prior to finishing his degree to follow in his grandfathers footsteps and take to the sea. He had spent his childhood listening to his grandfathers sailing tales, and was captivated by the ocean.
Garret Bathory was a sailor in Sir Francis Drake's armada when he was mortally wounded in battle. A necromancer offered to save him, but in exchange for doing so, he transformed Garret into a type of vampire, who needs to drain of others' lifeforces to survive. The dying Garret accepted the necromancers offer. The necromancer informed him after the transformation that the only thing that can cure this condition is if he feeds on the blood of another man who does not age.
For many years, Garret searched for another immortal being whos blood might cure him of his condition. For centuries, his search failed him, until recently hearing rumours of another immortal dwelling in America, bringing Garret to recently emigrate to New York City. The fast-paced and indulgent lifestyle he has found over here is a vast contrast to his old life in England, and he is loving every minute of it. Surrounded by women, money, alcohol and party drugs, Garret has almost all-but forgotten about the immortal he had searched for all these years, and his former need to be cured of his condition.
Despite only being a blood-sucking vampire part of the time, this is no indication that his personality will change with his physical mutation. Even when not transformed into Bloodscream, Garret is an evil man, with a husky voice that grates on even the most hardy of ears. Odd-sounding to some, however, Garret has retained most of his English accent, and is extremely well-spoken.
Garret is very wealthy, self-indulgent, and is fond of entertaining people, particularly beautiful women. He is most often seen at the largest table in one of New Yorks most prestigious night clubs, gambling, or riding his Harley.
>>Personal:
Instant Messager details: AIM - nymrodell, MSN - evenstar_nz@hotmail.com
E-Mail address: fyrefly@paradise.net.nz
>>Writing test:
Garret leaned back in his seat at the club, feeling the beat of the music vibrate his very essence. Inhaling deeply on a cigarette, he smiled a devious grin at the young starlet who had draped herself over him, and lifted his free hand to touch her.
Brushing a cold finger down the side of the woman's cheek, Garret brought his pale lips to the womans ear, and hissed, "Angel..." Before the woman could respond, he bent down and latched his mouth onto the woman's neck, kissing her, before leaning back in his seat again.
He laughed as the woman got up from her seat and moved away from the table, all the while keeping her seductive gaze on Garret. He followed her stare, maintaining eye contact with the blonde until she disappeared from sight into the lobby.
Sensing his cue, Garret stood up from the table, and bode his friends a good evening. He walked slowly through the club, in no need of haste, nodding and smiling to the staff as he passed the bar, and once again to the doorman as he retrieved his trenchcoat.
Garret stepped out from the nightclub into the cold streets of New York, the wind whipping the tail of his coat out from behind him. His silver eyes narrowed as he looked about him, searching for the woman from the club.
"Where are you hiding?" the low voice hissed.
The sound of heels on concrete to his left brought a smile to Garret's face. Wheeling like a dervish, he sprang around the corner and entered a dark, damp alleyway. There, the woman from the club was waiting. She was thin, moreso than Garret usually preferred, but tonight it was not an issue. Leaning against a brick wall, her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, and Garret felt the hunger rise within him.
He stood at the entrance to the alleyway, his figure a black silhouette against the lights from the city. His eyes were silver and reflectant, and he stared at the woman, who was now beckoning him to her.
Garret ran his tongue over the ends of his teeth as he walked slowly towards the woman. He could feel the bones growing in his jaw, the normally blunt teeth sharpening into cruel points. He felt his nails begin to extend beyond the end of his hands, and grow hard.
Smiling with his mouth closed, Garret reached the woman. Drawing close to her, he could feel the blood pumping around her veins, feel her heart beating against his cold, lifeless flesh. Avoiding her kiss, he moved his mouth to her neck. She smelt so rapturous...
".. Are you ready, Angel?" Garret hissed once more into the woman's ear.
"..Prepare yourself, for heaven.."
Cerebro File: Bloodscream
Real Name: Garret Bathory
Age: Approximately 450, appears to be in mid-late 20s
Place of Birth: London, England
Height: 64
Weight: 170lb
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Ice Blue/Silver
Legal Status: US Citizen, well known by Police however no criminal record
Group Affiliation: None at present
>>Information:
Genetic Mutation:
Bloodscream is a vampire of sorts, needing to feed upon peoples life force to survive. In order to do this, he simply needs to touch his victim with one of his clawed hands (however sometimes he prefers the traditional "bite" method), causing them to bleed profusely from the point of contact. He then, in traditional vampire style, will drink of their blood to regain his strength.
When at full strength, Bloodscream possesses superhuman speed and strength (approximately three times that of a normal, fit man). Prior to feeding or battle, Garret will transform into Bloodscream, his fingernails growing into claws and his teeth into fangs. When in his usual state, Garret can look mostly normal, although he cannot be rid of his ghost-like appearance, and his touch is not volatile unless transformed.
Bloodscream possesses a healing factor, similar to that of his arch-nemesis Wolverine, and can also exert mind-control over lower-level animals, and humans of a similar mentality.
Traditional Vampire repellants (i.e. sunlight, garlic and Christian crosses) will not harm nor phase Bloodscream.
Known Weaknesses:
Bloodscream will need to indulge in feeding at least once every three or four days to keep up his strength. Any longer than this will result in his strength and speed reducing dramatically, and will not be restored until after he has fed again.
Special skills and/or abilities:
Born in the 16th century, Garret is trained in sword and staff fighting as well as hand-to-hand combat.
A skilled and avid motorcyclist, he can often be seen cruising the streets at night time on his pride and joy, a Harley Davidson Titan Cruiser (click here for pic if interested).
Garret is also an accomplished horse rider, having traded this skill in for his motorcycle in recent years.
Bio:
Born in 16th Century London, Garret Bathory had a relatively normal life. He was raised in a wealthy family and studied Alchemy at London University, leaving prior to finishing his degree to follow in his grandfathers footsteps and take to the sea. He had spent his childhood listening to his grandfathers sailing tales, and was captivated by the ocean.
Garret Bathory was a sailor in Sir Francis Drake's armada when he was mortally wounded in battle. A necromancer offered to save him, but in exchange for doing so, he transformed Garret into a type of vampire, who needs to drain of others' lifeforces to survive. The dying Garret accepted the necromancers offer. The necromancer informed him after the transformation that the only thing that can cure this condition is if he feeds on the blood of another man who does not age.
For many years, Garret searched for another immortal being whos blood might cure him of his condition. For centuries, his search failed him, until recently hearing rumours of another immortal dwelling in America, bringing Garret to recently emigrate to New York City. The fast-paced and indulgent lifestyle he has found over here is a vast contrast to his old life in England, and he is loving every minute of it. Surrounded by women, money, alcohol and party drugs, Garret has almost all-but forgotten about the immortal he had searched for all these years, and his former need to be cured of his condition.
Despite only being a blood-sucking vampire part of the time, this is no indication that his personality will change with his physical mutation. Even when not transformed into Bloodscream, Garret is an evil man, with a husky voice that grates on even the most hardy of ears. Odd-sounding to some, however, Garret has retained most of his English accent, and is extremely well-spoken.
Garret is very wealthy, self-indulgent, and is fond of entertaining people, particularly beautiful women. He is most often seen at the largest table in one of New Yorks most prestigious night clubs, gambling, or riding his Harley.
>>Personal:
Instant Messager details: AIM - nymrodell, MSN - evenstar_nz@hotmail.com
E-Mail address: fyrefly@paradise.net.nz
>>Writing test:
Garret leaned back in his seat at the club, feeling the beat of the music vibrate his very essence. Inhaling deeply on a cigarette, he smiled a devious grin at the young starlet who had draped herself over him, and lifted his free hand to touch her.
Brushing a cold finger down the side of the woman's cheek, Garret brought his pale lips to the womans ear, and hissed, "Angel..." Before the woman could respond, he bent down and latched his mouth onto the woman's neck, kissing her, before leaning back in his seat again.
He laughed as the woman got up from her seat and moved away from the table, all the while keeping her seductive gaze on Garret. He followed her stare, maintaining eye contact with the blonde until she disappeared from sight into the lobby.
Sensing his cue, Garret stood up from the table, and bode his friends a good evening. He walked slowly through the club, in no need of haste, nodding and smiling to the staff as he passed the bar, and once again to the doorman as he retrieved his trenchcoat.
Garret stepped out from the nightclub into the cold streets of New York, the wind whipping the tail of his coat out from behind him. His silver eyes narrowed as he looked about him, searching for the woman from the club.
"Where are you hiding?" the low voice hissed.
The sound of heels on concrete to his left brought a smile to Garret's face. Wheeling like a dervish, he sprang around the corner and entered a dark, damp alleyway. There, the woman from the club was waiting. She was thin, moreso than Garret usually preferred, but tonight it was not an issue. Leaning against a brick wall, her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, and Garret felt the hunger rise within him.
He stood at the entrance to the alleyway, his figure a black silhouette against the lights from the city. His eyes were silver and reflectant, and he stared at the woman, who was now beckoning him to her.
Garret ran his tongue over the ends of his teeth as he walked slowly towards the woman. He could feel the bones growing in his jaw, the normally blunt teeth sharpening into cruel points. He felt his nails begin to extend beyond the end of his hands, and grow hard.
Smiling with his mouth closed, Garret reached the woman. Drawing close to her, he could feel the blood pumping around her veins, feel her heart beating against his cold, lifeless flesh. Avoiding her kiss, he moved his mouth to her neck. She smelt so rapturous...
".. Are you ready, Angel?" Garret hissed once more into the woman's ear.
"..Prepare yourself, for heaven.."
