Post by Roland DeLuca on Feb 26, 2011 1:44:25 GMT -5
Name: Roland Alexander DeLuca
Nicknames: Sometimes goes by Role or Alexander
Age: 23//104
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Special Ability: None, unless you count that hes a total spaz
Current Dwelling: Nomad
Hair Description: Roland hes shaggy dark brown hair. It brushes at about the nape of his neck. its usually a little wavy but sometimes he slicks it back so its strait and out of his eyes. Unlike whats considered 'normal' for vampire hair his hair dose not like to behave at all.
Eye Description: His eyes used to be a an olive green color when he was a human, but now his eyes range from yellow to red. He tries to control his diet, and only eating animals, but sometimes he slips.
Overall Appearance: Roland it\s really not tall by anyones standards, except a small child or a Dwarf. He is only 5'4 but he manages to make it work. He has plenty of muscle mass but is not overly bulky. One of the most noticeable things about him aside from his obvious vampirism is his sleeves of tattoos. He has almost to many to count on his arms. He also had a scorpion up on his neck.
Face Claim: Frank Iero
Birthday: October 31, 1910
Family: Bernardo DeLuca - Father - dead
Wilhelmina DeLuca - Mother - dead
Bernardo DeLuca Jr - brother - dead
Other Important People:
Old Coven:
Gloria - sire
Samuel - dead
John - dead
Zeek - alive
Barrett - alive
History:
There isn't really a whole lot to say about the childhood of your average 1910 white male. Born before the outbreak of World War I, Roland's family benefited highly from the war effort. Neither Roland nor his older brother were, however, old enough to join the army. Bernardo attempted to join as a young boy, but was too naive at that point to know how to properly conceal his age. He was found out quite easily, and sent home, red-faced from embarrassment. At least he'd tried, which was more than Roland could say for himself. Roland wanted nothing more, at that point, to join the war effort. But as he slowly grew older - still, of course, enjoying even just the thought of going to war, killing the enemy for his country's sake - Roland grew slowly more rebellious. Fortunately his brother was there for him.
There were no cars in those days, but unfortunately that did not rule out the possibility of stupidity on the roads. Horses were treated as disposable by most, and so fast and reckless driving was common. One day Roland returned from his day at the schoolhouse to find that his parents had both been killed when their carriage had overturned at high speed.
Bernardo was there for him, yet again. The older brother took in the younger, doing whatever he could to keep the both of them out of the poorhouses. Bernardo had a steady apprenticeship at that stage, and managed to find provisions for Roland in the same way once the younger came of age. Both brothers were small in size, but were willing to work hard and manage themselves well; the inheritance from their parents, in the form of the house they'd grown up in, got them through their hardest times. When the depression hit and, as both brothers were out of their apprenticeships at this point, they found themselves without work, at least they had a place to sleep and clothes to wear. At least Bernardo again was able to find work, and again was able to get his brother into work. But it wasn't easy... No, it was anything but easy, as it required both brothers to work in conditions they'd not before even considered. But, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger...
The hours were long, and neither of them were doing too well emotionally. It all boiled to an end when both boys returned from their jobs late, exhausted mentally and physically, to find their house had been robbed from being left deserted all day. An argument broke out and Roland shoved his brother. As the stronger but physically smaller of the two brothers, there was little Bernardo could do to hold himself upright. He fell back wards, hitting his neck on the edge of a chair. There was nothing Roland could do; as he leaned down to check his brother, he knew that Bernardo was dead.
There he sat, for near three hours, staring at his brother. Hoping, but knowing there was no hope, that his brother would suddenly open his eyes. That there would be some kind of motion. That he would have someone to help take care of him. At first it was hard to come to terms with the fact he had killed his own brother.
Roland didn't want to leave here, seeing as having a house to live in was a rare luxury during the depression, but he couldn't stay. He couldn't handle seeing the dead body, watching as it lay motionless. And so he gathered the scant amount of food and clothing he could find, and the next night found himself sheltering, doing what he could to survive, in one of the many shanty towns littered around the city where he had lived.
It was that next morning, as he was waking up and going through his pockets for another trace of food, that the girl approached him. At first he thought she'd come to poke fun - her blonde hair was long, slightly curled and immaculate. The rest of her appearance followed this standard. She was too good to be a depression victim. But instead she spoke nicely to him. She appeared to ignore the sometimes harsh, other-times apathetic tones he spoke in. She convinced him to meet her after he had finished his work for the day - as, luckily, he still found himself with a job at this point - and he complied.
When he again saw her, she was just as perfect. But in the dusk light, he noticed something he'd ignored in the dawn. Her red eyes. How... Not that he had much time to contemplate such. He felt her arms around his body - they near made him shiver, and reminded him of the steel tools his job required him to clumsily work with - before he could pull away, and then the strangest burning sensation in his shoulder. He tried to jump, to throw her away from him, but her embrace was stronger than anything he'd ever been up against. The pain rapidly grew more powerful. Roland recognized that she had bitten him, but why?
Dracula.
He'd seen the movie as a child. How had he not recognized this woman? Her appearance was quite akin to that of the woman in the movie, the blonde leader of Dracula's women.
It was different for everyone, Gloria told him when he woke up three days later, but the screaming was always the same. That part had been the same for him as it had been for the rest. He was a vampire - but he already knew that.
He never really trusted her, but she'd given him something to do with his life instead of just 'living'. He had thirst to fulfill now, but he knew how to fill it. He didn't go to bed every evening with an empty stomach. In fact, he didn't go to bed at all. He didn't need sleep. And he had someone to talk to... He had Gloria, but he also had others in the same situation as he was. Newborns, Gloria called them. Young vampires. In order of danger, they were Barrett: A quiet, blonde boy, with stubble on his chin. John: Kept to himself, blonde with a sharp-cut jaw. Zeek, with long brown hair and a killer attitude - literally. And of the four of them, he was closest to the rebellious Samuel, with black hair and whose red eyes always seemed slightly dark. Hunting humans was all they knew, but Samuel was a bit of a crazy one. Blood could never quite satisfy him. He always wanted more, and through this he was the strongest of the group of five. Thus, he was also the most dangerous. Roland had learned the hard way not to push him, taking a small number of scars in the process. But as long as nobody got between Samuel and blood, Roland and the other newborn got on well enough.
And so when the newborns decided to hunt alone - Gloria was nowhere to be found - it only made sense that Samuel should do the leading. He was a good tracker, and soon all five caught an unusual scent. Immediately all of their senses went wild. The source of the scent was a black-haired girl, with blue eyes, holding the carcass of a dead animal in her arms. His face was streaked with blood, and nobody knew what to make of the situation solely because they had no time to think. Roland watched as the closest thing he had to a friend went in for the attack, but found himself biting into the hand of a male vampire. Roland didn't have time to think about the implications as he himself went for the girl. The man was still busy. Roland's teeth went for the girl's neck, but her hand was ready and hit him with a powerful uppercut straight into his jaw. Later, Roland considered himself lucky he'd not bitten right through his own tongue. He was thrown to the ground as she struck him again, this time in the chest. Vampires had no hearts, but he knew she'd broken him somehow. Roland was down for the count, forced to watch as his only 'friend' died. Unable to fight back, and unable to scream for them to stop.
The girl moved to wards him again and, knowing what she could do, Roland attempted to force movement out of his body. Finally he was on his feet, as she neared him. Just in time; he didn't bother waiting, and instead straight away ran. For his life... The death, this time, had not been at his own hand, but again someone he cared about - even if it was just in a hunting-buddy kind of way - would never speak again.
It was too much for Roland. He leaped countries, always running, always trying to get away from something, until finally he found that one, his thirst was more under control, and two, the joy of adding different chemicals together. He was fascinated by the possibilities of chemistry, and so began to lean on this pastime.
Personality:
Normally Roland is a fairly nice guy. He is very loyal to the ones that he cares about, but thats not that many. Hes only had a few good friends in his live. Namely his older brother and Samuel, he was not as close to the other members of the 'coven' he was in. Even if hes not friends with you he will still act civilized most of the time. He can be a very entertaining person, having been known to try to climb up anything and experiment with any chemicals or volatile substances he can get his hands on.
When he is mad he needs to be steered clear of. He will not think twice about trying to rip another vampire apart if they anger him. Its almost like he dose a total one eighty when he gets irritated. It mad him a very dangerous new born when he and the others where hunting. He can think things though, but thats only after the sense had been knocked into him, and hes had time to cool down for a moment.
Over the years he has calmed down a bit but still can have mood swings. Overall hes a good guy, if not a little annoying at times. He really likes to experiment with substances, trying to see if he can find a suitable substitute for blood. Hes not very squeamish about that part of vampire life but it he could he would try to stop eating humans. he has sometimes tried to go onto an animal diet, but has never had the willpower to last long with it.
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