Current Name: Randolph Carter Real Name: Randolph Age: 817 Birthday: May 30, 1190 Place of Birth: Southern Germany Spoken Languages: English, French, Spanish, German Height: 6' 2" Weight: 187 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Midnight Blue Offspring: Zero. It would take someone specail. Marked Servant: Malefic Creed Minor Powers: Illusions, Daywalker, Cause Lust, Voice Touch Major Power: Feed from Lust(Ardeur), Animal to Call(Lions) Persona: He is the bad guy. And as such. He knows this. And revels in it. Weapons: Variety of hand guns. But when he can. Such things are left up to the lovely Malefic Creed Celeb Claim: David Michael Navarro aka Dave Navarro History: When germany was nothing more then a few odd tribes comming together in order to battle the opposing forces to their east and west. Randolph was but a young child. Maybe just a handful of years in age. The people of germany had lost their battle and was ursurped in to the nation of Franconia. An event that did not last to long. And by the time that the nation of Franconia came to fall. Randolph was a young man. A warrior with in what would later become the nation of germany. As one of the Tribal Dukes was lifted to the leadership position. Randolph was there. As his right hand man. Helping to lead the tribes. And so life would be for a decade. That was until he caught the eye of a roaming vampire. One of those from the Belle Morte line. He saw a beauty in the young tribal cheif's ways. And wanted him for personel reasons. He did not wait long. He came swooping in and attacked with in a moons time. His 'removal' from the living world and in to the world of darkness was swift and painful. An act that will leave a lasting reminder on his existance for the remainder of his immortal days. When he woke from his slumber. He of course lashed out. But was swiftly and easily beat down by his much older Sire. The Maker as he would be came to known as. Spent the first 70 years of the young immortals life. Breaking him of his more simple and primal like habits. It was doing these seven decades that the young vampire was re trained and groomed. Oh do not get this story teller wrong. He was still allowed to persue his love of combat. Learning to fight with more grace and skill then the brutish way he had once done. But he was also eduacated. Taught how to read. Sciences. Politics. It was a long and grueling process that took many nights of hard work and labor. Yet as he turned 100. He was more gentleman. Then mindless brute. With the insistance of The Maker Randolph returned to his germanic people. And with his new vampiric talents a new name. With out the young vampires knowledge. He was being put through a test. To see if he could return to the mortal fold and move unseen. Or at least un molested by humans who are a superstitious beast by nature. Not only was he able to return. But he was accepted with open arms All the while he considered tearing out thier throats for the hell of it. Instead he kept with the ploy. And found he was able to go from simple living up and through the ranks of this nation he once was part of. He rose through the ranks over the years and even got with in a hairs breath of becoming the ruler of germany. A position he constantly turned down due to his unnatural existance in life. And then to his Makers greatest happiness. He existed for almost 100 years before the human people. Using his ability to create illusions like a type of glamour he was able to apparently 'age'. And when it came time for his death. He picked an old man who looked much like he had made himself appear to be. And scared him to death. Moving the body in to the home and tricking the mortals in to thinking one of their greastest generals had passed away in to the next life. On a twisted note. He even went to his own funeral. Well the funeral of the older fellow. Claiming to be a great grand child of the late fellow. From germany they left. Looking for not just a change of scene. But a change of pace. To France they went. Where 150 went with out hassle. Late night parties. Lovely females. And just the minor nuance of other vampires. Other wise when he became 350 years of age. His life had been easy almost boring to a large degree. Yet like with everything. Boredum set in and they once more took flight. Off to Greece they went. A place the young vampire had always wished to see. And well he did. It was dull and drab. A time scattered with small burst of colorful life and a happy existance. Yet even that was not going to sate his desire to travel the planet. Fifty years later. The continued to Turkey. And down south. Moving back in towards the dark continent. As they stepped off the ship and on to the soil of Egypt. He stood amazed at the radical diffirence in life he found there. The people were so diffirence and strange to him. The scents were over powering. And everywhere his eyes looked there was new things for them to explore. Even the Undead he found there were diffirent. Many considering themselves Demi Gods. Granted immortality by their fore fathers. In this strange land. Randolph came to learn he had a new budding vampiric power. The ability to call to the local beast. Namely their majestic lions. This of course thrilled him to no end. And The Maker was to astonished to see his still young one able to do such a thing. At 500 or so years of Age. Randolph was displaying Master Vampire abilities for the first time. Mind you there was little control. With the new found power. And a new zeal for life they moved south. All the while Randolph was trying to call to everything he saw. Every creature that roamed around them. Near 60 years later. The Maker and Randolph arrived with in Cape Town. A place in South Africa. It was there his eyes fell upon an arrogant woman who was moving around as if she owned all she saw. In the dead of night their eyes met. And there was a twinge with in. He felt her lion stir. Oh he had met lycanthropes. Just never a lioness. And with his new found power to call such a creature. He was to say over joyed. Would be an understatement. The Maker saw the look in Randolph's eyes. And knew what was to come. Randolph was pulled off to the side. And told all about the Pomme De Sang. He also told Randolph how to Mark a Lycanthrope Servant. But received all the proper warnings. For six months. Randolph stalked her. Hunted her like he would any other prey before her. On the night of a full moon. Some sixth months after their meeting. She attacked him. A violent wind storm had brought his scent to her. And with that she attacked. The fight was long and grueling. His speed against her raw power. The battle raged across the land scape for most the night. It was the way of hunters and warriors. To find solace and companionship with someone they can not just respect but someone they can understand. Each of them were hunters of the most dangerous prey this world could offer. The sun rose upon the young couple. Who at this point had moved deep in to a cave. As the sun burned down from the heavens. They spent the day in each others arms. Shrouded in the darkness and safety of the cave. The cries of passion echoing forth but never reaching mortal ears. It was there Randolph found he had also gained a Belle Morte power. One that had never fully manifested itself before now. He could Feed from Lust. OOC NOTES: Randolph is a bad guy. There will be fights. There will be in character problems and drama. However. OOC drama. Will be answered by the ignore feature. God Moders. Ignore feature. I am here to have fun. So enjoy the play.