Post by damien on Dec 17, 2008 2:30:06 GMT -6
- Name - Kira Berekoff Romanov
- Age - 473
- Gender - Male
- Weight - 159 Pounds
- Height - 5’11”
- Eye Color - Red
- Hair Color - Brown with blond highlights
- Body Type - Lean and Muscular
- Tattoos - Refer to Image From shoulder to shoulder on collar bone and down to navel on chest and stomach, the middle of the tattoo following Kira's sternum.
- Piercing - None
- Appearance - Kira is, more often than not, seen wearing a pin stripe black suit with a white dress shirt under it. Black pin stripe slacks and soft, black leather riding boots. He will almost always wear a black leather belt with a silver buckle as well. Apart from this Kira rarely changes outfits, and only then if its in private. At that point the typically changes to some type of sleeper style fleece pants and a t shirt of some kind, be it plain white or black.
Standing five foot eleven and weighing one-hundred and fifty-nine pounds makes Kira a very lean looking man. His shoulder and chest allow him to fill out nicely and his entire body is muscular, not overtly so, but enough to show underlying power. His movement shows years of training and a subtle grace. His eye, a deep, burgundy red color continually seem to shine with hidden power. His hair is typically kept in a messy swept back style, making it appear to be a bit untamed all the time.
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- Personality - Kira, by his very nature, is a calm and collected individual. His entire demeanor screams danger, but at the same time has an almost alluring quality, making him a very dangerous individual to anyone. His personality reflects each of these traits and Kira comes off as a charming if closed mouth person. His reactions are usually calmly thought out and leveled before being made, and each of his words carefully chosen.
To those who can say they know Kira well, which is only a handful, literally being able to be counted on one hand, Kira is an almost detached being. His heart long ago closed off any chances of love, seeing each person as merely a stepping stone to the level above. In the long run Kira may or may not find a mate, it all depends on the mate.
- History - Born to a royal family, Kira Romanov was, at one time, a potential heir to the Russian throne, a member of the illustrious and prestigious Romanov family, the royal family of Russia. Raised as a gentlemen and noble Kira quickly developed an almost inhuman ability to connect with people and make them follow his will.
By the time he was twenty the young Romanov had worked his way into a place where he could one day take over the whole of Russia, making himself the Emperor of the largest, at least at the time, empire on Earth.
That all changed on the night of November 15th, 1644. Coming home from a rather large party, Kira was jumped by an attacker. Pulling his sword from his hip Kira was able to impale his attacker, but not before the man had sunken his teeth into Kira’s neck. As the young Romanov lay bleeding in the alley he watched his attacker stand, and almost maniacal gleam in the man’s eyes. Kira was stunned, his sword was going right through the man’s right lung!
Without a word the man yanked Kira’s blade out and moved off, blood trailing behind him. Within an hour Kira had died.
The next four hundred years were spent discovering exactly who and what Kira had become. He quickly learned his reliance on blood for food. Initially disturbed by the revelation he later embraced it, finding an almost sick joy in seducing his victims to death.
By the time Kira was strong enough to be a real threat the Volturi had found him. When they discovered his power they brought him in, teaching him how to further increase and improve his power.
Now, fifty years after the Volturi have taken him in, Kira finds himself in the small town of Forks.
- Likes/Dislikes -
- Fears - Death
- Strengths - Speed, Seduction, Intelligence
- Weaknesses - Strength, lack of self control when very hungry
- Secrets - Seductive to all females
- Favorite Color - Blood Red
- Code - Meyer
- Example Post - Junpei sighed for what felt like the millionth time this week. Phaedra had collapsed half-way through their spar, leaving Junpei to take her to the hospital wing, which is exactly where they were now. The nurses and doctors had simply taken them to a room, put Phaedra into a bed, and hooked her up to an IV. There was nothing else they could really do, seeing as Phaedra had done this to herself and it was a simple matter of malnutrition and fatigue.
Currently the dark mage was sitting in a chair next to her bed, a book open, and his head resting on one hand. He flipped a page and idly marked down another spell he should probably learn. While Junpei had a lot of energy his actual spell list was rather meek, topping out at a staggering eleven spells.
For some that was a lot, for Junpei it wasn't even half of what he knew he could learn, and most of those spells served no real purpose in combat. He had decided a while ago that he would start to learn some more combat ready spells, maybe throw in some elemental damage just for kicks.
Looking up at the sleeping form of Phaedra he smiled softly and bushed a stray hair from her face.
"Why do you do these things to yourself my love?"
He closed the book and moved his chair closer to her bed. He set his hand on top of hers and leaned back, propping his feet up on the edge of her bed. Soon Junpei's hand was stroking over the back of Phaedra's as he leaned back. His eyes slipped closed and with another sigh Junpei Taltos fell asleep.
- Age - 473
- Gender - Male
- Weight - 159 Pounds
- Height - 5’11”
- Eye Color - Red
- Hair Color - Brown with blond highlights
- Body Type - Lean and Muscular
- Tattoos - Refer to Image From shoulder to shoulder on collar bone and down to navel on chest and stomach, the middle of the tattoo following Kira's sternum.
- Piercing - None
- Appearance - Kira is, more often than not, seen wearing a pin stripe black suit with a white dress shirt under it. Black pin stripe slacks and soft, black leather riding boots. He will almost always wear a black leather belt with a silver buckle as well. Apart from this Kira rarely changes outfits, and only then if its in private. At that point the typically changes to some type of sleeper style fleece pants and a t shirt of some kind, be it plain white or black.
Standing five foot eleven and weighing one-hundred and fifty-nine pounds makes Kira a very lean looking man. His shoulder and chest allow him to fill out nicely and his entire body is muscular, not overtly so, but enough to show underlying power. His movement shows years of training and a subtle grace. His eye, a deep, burgundy red color continually seem to shine with hidden power. His hair is typically kept in a messy swept back style, making it appear to be a bit untamed all the time.
See Image
- Personality - Kira, by his very nature, is a calm and collected individual. His entire demeanor screams danger, but at the same time has an almost alluring quality, making him a very dangerous individual to anyone. His personality reflects each of these traits and Kira comes off as a charming if closed mouth person. His reactions are usually calmly thought out and leveled before being made, and each of his words carefully chosen.
To those who can say they know Kira well, which is only a handful, literally being able to be counted on one hand, Kira is an almost detached being. His heart long ago closed off any chances of love, seeing each person as merely a stepping stone to the level above. In the long run Kira may or may not find a mate, it all depends on the mate.
- History - Born to a royal family, Kira Romanov was, at one time, a potential heir to the Russian throne, a member of the illustrious and prestigious Romanov family, the royal family of Russia. Raised as a gentlemen and noble Kira quickly developed an almost inhuman ability to connect with people and make them follow his will.
By the time he was twenty the young Romanov had worked his way into a place where he could one day take over the whole of Russia, making himself the Emperor of the largest, at least at the time, empire on Earth.
That all changed on the night of November 15th, 1644. Coming home from a rather large party, Kira was jumped by an attacker. Pulling his sword from his hip Kira was able to impale his attacker, but not before the man had sunken his teeth into Kira’s neck. As the young Romanov lay bleeding in the alley he watched his attacker stand, and almost maniacal gleam in the man’s eyes. Kira was stunned, his sword was going right through the man’s right lung!
Without a word the man yanked Kira’s blade out and moved off, blood trailing behind him. Within an hour Kira had died.
The next four hundred years were spent discovering exactly who and what Kira had become. He quickly learned his reliance on blood for food. Initially disturbed by the revelation he later embraced it, finding an almost sick joy in seducing his victims to death.
By the time Kira was strong enough to be a real threat the Volturi had found him. When they discovered his power they brought him in, teaching him how to further increase and improve his power.
Now, fifty years after the Volturi have taken him in, Kira finds himself in the small town of Forks.
- Likes/Dislikes -
- Like: Human Blood, Seduction
- Dislikes: Vegetarian Vampires, Werewolves
- Fears - Death
- Strengths - Speed, Seduction, Intelligence
- Weaknesses - Strength, lack of self control when very hungry
- Secrets - Seductive to all females
- Favorite Color - Blood Red
- Code - Meyer
- Example Post - Junpei sighed for what felt like the millionth time this week. Phaedra had collapsed half-way through their spar, leaving Junpei to take her to the hospital wing, which is exactly where they were now. The nurses and doctors had simply taken them to a room, put Phaedra into a bed, and hooked her up to an IV. There was nothing else they could really do, seeing as Phaedra had done this to herself and it was a simple matter of malnutrition and fatigue.
Currently the dark mage was sitting in a chair next to her bed, a book open, and his head resting on one hand. He flipped a page and idly marked down another spell he should probably learn. While Junpei had a lot of energy his actual spell list was rather meek, topping out at a staggering eleven spells.
For some that was a lot, for Junpei it wasn't even half of what he knew he could learn, and most of those spells served no real purpose in combat. He had decided a while ago that he would start to learn some more combat ready spells, maybe throw in some elemental damage just for kicks.
Looking up at the sleeping form of Phaedra he smiled softly and bushed a stray hair from her face.
"Why do you do these things to yourself my love?"
He closed the book and moved his chair closer to her bed. He set his hand on top of hers and leaned back, propping his feet up on the edge of her bed. Soon Junpei's hand was stroking over the back of Phaedra's as he leaned back. His eyes slipped closed and with another sigh Junpei Taltos fell asleep.
