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Name: Vin
Contact: Vincira on Plurk, Vincira#8472 on Discord!
Age: 34
Other Characters: Alfred and Der Tod!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Kronid Dascalu
Age: Over 1000 years old, appears late 20s.
World Information:
The world that Kronid exists in is not far at all from our own. It is the year 2022, the internet has a grip on the world at large, global disasters abound, and technology has drastically changed the landscape of the Earth. It's a world of social media and commerce, of constant global change and the ebb and flow of international unrest.
There is, however, an underbelly to that existence. The supernatural exists in the shadows and forests, in remote mountains and also in hoodies at the minimart. Generally speaking, the cursed and magical do not like to draw attention to themselves - and when they do, there are private agencies - The Catalog and the Puppeteers - waiting and watching to quietly reach out their hand to hush the matter once more. From incidents that slide past, urban legends are born. Bits of old world magic slipping through the cracks.
Slippery little problems like Kronid Dascalu.
In simpler clarification - he is from a campaign for the TTRPG Monster of the Week, in an urban fantasy setting where two X-Files/Control/SCP style agencies are racing to hunt down, contain, destroy, and/or protect supernatural beings. He is a creature currently at large evading both agencies.
Character Information:
Born and raised in a remote village in Romania over a thousand years ago, Mihai Vasilescu had the gifts of both music and charisma from a young age. These gifts served him well as he grew into the mantle of his family role, a priest at the little church in the center of town. He was a sweet-tempered man, quick with a joke or to drum a beat on a table or chair to bring a smile to those who came to him for counsel. His voice was strong and clear in worship song, his words powerful and inspiring. The very model of a Good Man, and generally regarded as an asset to his community.
It was without complaint that he walked the path set out for him. He had a wife, he had a child who was so very like him. He did everything a Good Man in his prime was meant to do. Or...almost everything. He had a wife...but only in name and record. She was charming, funny, a catch by all accounts; but Mihai could not say, in truth, that he was in love with her. He thought of her as a friend, not a lover. No, his heart belonged, secretly, to the town winemaker - a bright, lively, passionate man.
It started subtly at first, tentative flirting at the market - which then turned into an affair. The two would meet in secret, oh-so-careful to cover their tracks, because they knew Mihai would be cast out for sin and adultery if anyone ever found out the truth. His wife suspected, but did not pursue the matter...she cared for him, and wherever he was finding happiness, she didn't want to stop him from doing so. Even in these circumstances, she still had a good life, with a caring man who valued her intelligence. She wasn't about to ruin him.
It all came crashing down, however, when a stranger drifted through town. He pulled young Mihai aside one stormy evening, requesting advice in private, outside the church. The priest agreed, because it was what a Good Man should do. A walk in the forest at dusk, while gathering a bit more firewood for the cold night ahead. Before he knew it, he was seduced, making out against the trunk of a tree, taken by the stranger's charm and guile...and then taken by his bite, acrid blood being poured into his mouth the last memory he had before blacking out in the snow.
Waking up the following dusk, Mihai found the fading light hard to bear. He stumbled to the church, weak and desperately thirsty, seeking his own solace - and found that he could not enter. The very attempt made his eyes bleed, his skin burn...made the crucifix around his neck sear him until he tore it off. His life has it had been was over. He was ruined as a priest, he knew that immediately, but perhaps, perhaps he could still do right by his family.
But there was someone he had to see first. And to his horror, the vampire was one step ahead. The creature stood over his lover in the shadow of the grapevines, still licking the blood from his corpse off of horrible, cruel fangs. Even worse, his wife was there too, cowering in the dirt, leg broken, waiting her turn to die...the steep punishment for trying to find him.
Still weak, Mihai didn't so much as get to comfort her before the monster descended, draining her dry in front of him. The neophyte vampire lost himself then in grief and anger, pursuing the beast through the night to the steps of the church. He lunged for the cruel stranger, shoving him over the threshold as he sunk his new fangs into a cold, pale throat.
His Sire ignited as he hit the church floor, and Mihai recoiled onto the steps, watching as the flames began to take the doorway. He moved to flee, but the damage was already done...a handful of his parishioners were looking on in horror at him, at his mouth full of blood and sharpened teeth. His friends. People who came to him for counsel, to cry on his shoulders - all now quietly arming themselves, calling him a demon in hushed tones amongst each other.
Heart darkening, he did the only thing he could think to do.
He killed them all, every witness, reddening the snow by firelight.
His son did not know what had happened...and he wanted to keep it that way. So, still cloaked in the dead of night, he found a suitable corpse around his size, dressed it in his robes, and set it alight. For the sake of his child having a normal life, Mihai had to be gone - and so, with the burning of his effigy, Mihai Vasilescu WAS gone...and Kronid Dascalu went traveling.
It took very little time for the fledgling vampire to find that his natural gifts had contorted themselves in the presence of his vampirism. His gift of song - in fact, any sounds he made - was now imbued with mesmerism, his sense of rhythm an ability of echolocation. The charisma made it all too easy, atop these abilities, to charm potential prey...to bend them to his will, and then dispose of them quietly. The move to a street musician was an obvious one - he could keep moving, snare people with a song...he had all the time in the world to learn every instrument he could get his hands on. He even learned how to hypnotize people with no magic at all, a fun little party trick for the excitable and willing.
He has been on the move this way for over a Millennium - anyone that could have known him long, long since passed. The agencies that oversee and hide the supernatural have a hard time getting a grip on him, with his skills at the art of playing both instruments and people making it all too easy for him to slip away. With time, the last of the good in him has eroded, and he has learned to take pleasure and amusement from the hunt that once had horrified him.
After all.
He is just a monster.
Personality: He's just the worst.
That's it.
But to get into details:
Kronid has survived for the last thousand years as a wandering street musician. Music is one of few things (besides wanton cruelty) that can still bring him joy, one of the few ways that he expresses what is left of his emotions. Beyond that, since sound has been such a huge part of his power set for so long, he is almost constantly making noise - jingling his necklace, tapping his nails, whistling, clicking his tongue. Rhythm and song is simply a part of him now, just as much as his quick, clever wit. He has many cons in his playbook, for coin and for sustenance, and he knows how to roll with the ebb and flow of the world. He thinks on his feet, and thinks outside of the box. (He hasn't been in that box, after all, for over 1000 years.)
Being around for as long as Kronid has, he has learned to be adaptive in most any situation. He has existed all this time as the sort of vampire who needs no coffin, and so wherever he is, he simply finds a patch of earth to bury himself in. All his belongings fit easily on his person, and he has been all over the world, watching centuries of time and change drift by and riding the current. He has wriggled his way around wars, plagues, feast and famine - and the handful of times he has been caught, he's slipped through the cracks before too long. Of course, being party to a millennium of human (and not-so-human) atrocities has left him numb to new horrors, jaded by the monotony of existence. He knows when things happening around him are terrible. He just doesn't care.
Kronid's background as a priest, a figure of trust and authority, has given him a dangerous foundation in persuasion. Time and practice have made him a dangerous cold reader, and he knows when to push, when to pull, when to look pathetic and when to be commanding. Even without his vampiric powers of mesmerism, he has a basic working knowledge of nonmagical hypnotism - something which generally only works if the person in question is willing - and barring that, he is a very, very good liar. He has a handsome young face and can be extremely charming when he wants to be, all easy smirks and playful, casual demeanor. ((KEY NOTE: Kronid will have a detailed permissions page with opt-outs for any non-magical mesmerism. As a human he will NOT be able to make anyone do anything they do not on some level want to do already. Think stage magician, not Dracula. Skill, not actual magic.))
Unfortunately for those he meets, those beguiling ways exist almost entirely in service of a darker, more carnal nature. Kronid sees other people (except for children - even he has a line) as either something to eat, something to toy with, something to fuck, or some combination of the three. It isn't that he's unintelligent, far from it...it's just that his idea of a good time is to leave someone screaming, one way or another. Where once there was kindness, now there is a sadistic, cruel creature. What can I say? He likes to play with his food, inflicting as much suffering as he can before he's done.
Ultimately, Kronid is a selfish man, out for exclusively himself. He has little to no care for the feelings of others, and regularly turns betrayal into a game for his own fun and profit. If he can get what he wants by throwing someone else in harm's way, he will gleefully do so with no hesitation - and he has been known to kill a man because he happened to want the coat he was wearing at the time. Sometimes, he will pit people against each other to throw a smokescreen over his own actions - using other living things as pawns in his conniving little games. It's kept him out of trouble with the Agencies That Be for this long, after all.
5-10 Key Character Traits:
+Persuasive
+Adaptive
+Musical
+Charming
+Clever
-Conniving
-Selfish
-Sadistic
-Jaded
-Carnal
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, EITHER, or opt for 100% RANDOMIZATION? Fits!
Opt-Outs:
Demon (because of Alfred)
Arachne (because of Der Tod)
Vampire
Faerie
Slime
Simulacrum
Shade
Roleplay Sample: Older TDM
Newer TDM
Name: Vin
Contact: Vincira on Plurk, Vincira#8472 on Discord!
Age: 34
Other Characters: Alfred and Der Tod!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Kronid Dascalu
Age: Over 1000 years old, appears late 20s.
World Information:
The world that Kronid exists in is not far at all from our own. It is the year 2022, the internet has a grip on the world at large, global disasters abound, and technology has drastically changed the landscape of the Earth. It's a world of social media and commerce, of constant global change and the ebb and flow of international unrest.
There is, however, an underbelly to that existence. The supernatural exists in the shadows and forests, in remote mountains and also in hoodies at the minimart. Generally speaking, the cursed and magical do not like to draw attention to themselves - and when they do, there are private agencies - The Catalog and the Puppeteers - waiting and watching to quietly reach out their hand to hush the matter once more. From incidents that slide past, urban legends are born. Bits of old world magic slipping through the cracks.
Slippery little problems like Kronid Dascalu.
In simpler clarification - he is from a campaign for the TTRPG Monster of the Week, in an urban fantasy setting where two X-Files/Control/SCP style agencies are racing to hunt down, contain, destroy, and/or protect supernatural beings. He is a creature currently at large evading both agencies.
Character Information:
Born and raised in a remote village in Romania over a thousand years ago, Mihai Vasilescu had the gifts of both music and charisma from a young age. These gifts served him well as he grew into the mantle of his family role, a priest at the little church in the center of town. He was a sweet-tempered man, quick with a joke or to drum a beat on a table or chair to bring a smile to those who came to him for counsel. His voice was strong and clear in worship song, his words powerful and inspiring. The very model of a Good Man, and generally regarded as an asset to his community.
It was without complaint that he walked the path set out for him. He had a wife, he had a child who was so very like him. He did everything a Good Man in his prime was meant to do. Or...almost everything. He had a wife...but only in name and record. She was charming, funny, a catch by all accounts; but Mihai could not say, in truth, that he was in love with her. He thought of her as a friend, not a lover. No, his heart belonged, secretly, to the town winemaker - a bright, lively, passionate man.
It started subtly at first, tentative flirting at the market - which then turned into an affair. The two would meet in secret, oh-so-careful to cover their tracks, because they knew Mihai would be cast out for sin and adultery if anyone ever found out the truth. His wife suspected, but did not pursue the matter...she cared for him, and wherever he was finding happiness, she didn't want to stop him from doing so. Even in these circumstances, she still had a good life, with a caring man who valued her intelligence. She wasn't about to ruin him.
It all came crashing down, however, when a stranger drifted through town. He pulled young Mihai aside one stormy evening, requesting advice in private, outside the church. The priest agreed, because it was what a Good Man should do. A walk in the forest at dusk, while gathering a bit more firewood for the cold night ahead. Before he knew it, he was seduced, making out against the trunk of a tree, taken by the stranger's charm and guile...and then taken by his bite, acrid blood being poured into his mouth the last memory he had before blacking out in the snow.
Waking up the following dusk, Mihai found the fading light hard to bear. He stumbled to the church, weak and desperately thirsty, seeking his own solace - and found that he could not enter. The very attempt made his eyes bleed, his skin burn...made the crucifix around his neck sear him until he tore it off. His life has it had been was over. He was ruined as a priest, he knew that immediately, but perhaps, perhaps he could still do right by his family.
But there was someone he had to see first. And to his horror, the vampire was one step ahead. The creature stood over his lover in the shadow of the grapevines, still licking the blood from his corpse off of horrible, cruel fangs. Even worse, his wife was there too, cowering in the dirt, leg broken, waiting her turn to die...the steep punishment for trying to find him.
Still weak, Mihai didn't so much as get to comfort her before the monster descended, draining her dry in front of him. The neophyte vampire lost himself then in grief and anger, pursuing the beast through the night to the steps of the church. He lunged for the cruel stranger, shoving him over the threshold as he sunk his new fangs into a cold, pale throat.
His Sire ignited as he hit the church floor, and Mihai recoiled onto the steps, watching as the flames began to take the doorway. He moved to flee, but the damage was already done...a handful of his parishioners were looking on in horror at him, at his mouth full of blood and sharpened teeth. His friends. People who came to him for counsel, to cry on his shoulders - all now quietly arming themselves, calling him a demon in hushed tones amongst each other.
Heart darkening, he did the only thing he could think to do.
He killed them all, every witness, reddening the snow by firelight.
His son did not know what had happened...and he wanted to keep it that way. So, still cloaked in the dead of night, he found a suitable corpse around his size, dressed it in his robes, and set it alight. For the sake of his child having a normal life, Mihai had to be gone - and so, with the burning of his effigy, Mihai Vasilescu WAS gone...and Kronid Dascalu went traveling.
It took very little time for the fledgling vampire to find that his natural gifts had contorted themselves in the presence of his vampirism. His gift of song - in fact, any sounds he made - was now imbued with mesmerism, his sense of rhythm an ability of echolocation. The charisma made it all too easy, atop these abilities, to charm potential prey...to bend them to his will, and then dispose of them quietly. The move to a street musician was an obvious one - he could keep moving, snare people with a song...he had all the time in the world to learn every instrument he could get his hands on. He even learned how to hypnotize people with no magic at all, a fun little party trick for the excitable and willing.
He has been on the move this way for over a Millennium - anyone that could have known him long, long since passed. The agencies that oversee and hide the supernatural have a hard time getting a grip on him, with his skills at the art of playing both instruments and people making it all too easy for him to slip away. With time, the last of the good in him has eroded, and he has learned to take pleasure and amusement from the hunt that once had horrified him.
After all.
He is just a monster.
Personality: He's just the worst.
That's it.
But to get into details:
Kronid has survived for the last thousand years as a wandering street musician. Music is one of few things (besides wanton cruelty) that can still bring him joy, one of the few ways that he expresses what is left of his emotions. Beyond that, since sound has been such a huge part of his power set for so long, he is almost constantly making noise - jingling his necklace, tapping his nails, whistling, clicking his tongue. Rhythm and song is simply a part of him now, just as much as his quick, clever wit. He has many cons in his playbook, for coin and for sustenance, and he knows how to roll with the ebb and flow of the world. He thinks on his feet, and thinks outside of the box. (He hasn't been in that box, after all, for over 1000 years.)
Being around for as long as Kronid has, he has learned to be adaptive in most any situation. He has existed all this time as the sort of vampire who needs no coffin, and so wherever he is, he simply finds a patch of earth to bury himself in. All his belongings fit easily on his person, and he has been all over the world, watching centuries of time and change drift by and riding the current. He has wriggled his way around wars, plagues, feast and famine - and the handful of times he has been caught, he's slipped through the cracks before too long. Of course, being party to a millennium of human (and not-so-human) atrocities has left him numb to new horrors, jaded by the monotony of existence. He knows when things happening around him are terrible. He just doesn't care.
Kronid's background as a priest, a figure of trust and authority, has given him a dangerous foundation in persuasion. Time and practice have made him a dangerous cold reader, and he knows when to push, when to pull, when to look pathetic and when to be commanding. Even without his vampiric powers of mesmerism, he has a basic working knowledge of nonmagical hypnotism - something which generally only works if the person in question is willing - and barring that, he is a very, very good liar. He has a handsome young face and can be extremely charming when he wants to be, all easy smirks and playful, casual demeanor. ((KEY NOTE: Kronid will have a detailed permissions page with opt-outs for any non-magical mesmerism. As a human he will NOT be able to make anyone do anything they do not on some level want to do already. Think stage magician, not Dracula. Skill, not actual magic.))
Unfortunately for those he meets, those beguiling ways exist almost entirely in service of a darker, more carnal nature. Kronid sees other people (except for children - even he has a line) as either something to eat, something to toy with, something to fuck, or some combination of the three. It isn't that he's unintelligent, far from it...it's just that his idea of a good time is to leave someone screaming, one way or another. Where once there was kindness, now there is a sadistic, cruel creature. What can I say? He likes to play with his food, inflicting as much suffering as he can before he's done.
Ultimately, Kronid is a selfish man, out for exclusively himself. He has little to no care for the feelings of others, and regularly turns betrayal into a game for his own fun and profit. If he can get what he wants by throwing someone else in harm's way, he will gleefully do so with no hesitation - and he has been known to kill a man because he happened to want the coat he was wearing at the time. Sometimes, he will pit people against each other to throw a smokescreen over his own actions - using other living things as pawns in his conniving little games. It's kept him out of trouble with the Agencies That Be for this long, after all.
5-10 Key Character Traits:
+Persuasive
+Adaptive
+Musical
+Charming
+Clever
-Conniving
-Selfish
-Sadistic
-Jaded
-Carnal
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, EITHER, or opt for 100% RANDOMIZATION? Fits!
Opt-Outs:
Demon (because of Alfred)
Arachne (because of Der Tod)
Vampire
Faerie
Slime
Simulacrum
Shade
Roleplay Sample: Older TDM
Newer TDM