Is there a description of the Kingston homestead?
Also im in the #Roleplayerguild chat.
should i join another one?
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Now i have to think of an intro post bleh, getting distracted on the chat.
Finally finished it, let me know if any changes need to be made. I cut it shorter at the end since it was becoming so long x.x
Also I wasn't too sure how to tie into the Kingston family so I left it unjoined but attempting atm.
Name: Mathias Heidrich
Age: Turned at the age of 26 in the year 1939 making total age 102
Appearance:
Height: 6’10
Weight: 296
Bio:
Mathias grew up on a small farm a few miles outside of a Small German Industrial Town. Life was simple and peaceful, he and his family were Jewish Germans; fate was not on their side. They had heard little word of the growing persecution of the Jewish people because they rarely went into town since they practiced religion at home; their father was a Reformist Jew and did not want his children exposed to the Orthodox Church.
Mathias and his family had settled in to observe the Sabbath when they heard a feint rumbling and before long they felt it. A few small trinkets and bobbles fell off of a dresser and even the menorah fell to the ground and quickly snuffed itself out under the wax; an ill omen indeed.
Their father peered through the window and turned pale faced to his children, “Mathias hide the menorah quickly!”
There was no questioning his father, Mathias did as he was told and then tried to comfort his sister. Three soft knocks cut through the silent air as everyone became tense, their father motioned for them to relax as he went to the door and opened it slowly.
“Guten Abend Herr.” The man said adjusting the black military cap upon his head with his fine leather gloves. Without a word the man slowly stepped into the home followed by two men wearing similar outfits except they were both shouldering MP 40s.
“I hope we are not interrupting anything important.” Slowly a chair was pulled out from the table and the man sat down and placed his hat gently on the table before he began to slowly eye the family and their home, “I could sit here and play coy… give you hope but I am tired and in no mood for games.” The man used the tip of his buffed leather shoes to scrape a small amount of wax from the floor and sighed softly as he motioned to the two men. Swiftly they opened fire upon Mathias’s father and sister, blood spattering his face and their humble home. The man gestured again and the two stopped but kept their guns pointed at Mathias as their leader stood donning his officer’s cap, “I heard there was a Jewish family out this way, but that wasn’t what interested me.” He shook his head and walked a few feet from Mathias who was still paralyzed with shock, “What interests me is what I heard about a goliath and it seems the tales were true.” Mathias had finally turned from shock to enraged, he looked up ready to throttle the man death or not but he was met with a nightstick to the side of his head and the world became darkness.
When consciousness returned Mathias’s eyes struggled to focus against the bright light blaring down upon his face. His mental faculties returning along with his memory he began to thrash in rage yelling out obscenities at the Nazi’s his eyes made out in the room, but it was no use he had been strapped down tightly to a cold metal table.
After nearly ten minutes Mathias’s head began to pound too hard from what one could assume would be a concussion from the blow to the head. Slowly he began to stop thrashing as the same man from before approached slowly and into clear view.
“I doubt a Jewish Golem like you has heard of the Ahnenerbe, but that matters not… nothing matters for you anymore.” The man finished with a cold smirk as Mathias tried to retort but was quickly gagged before the man adjusted the amount of a drug being dripped into the unfortunate subject’s veins.
For weeks maybe months Mathias awoke and faded into a drug haze mixed in a blur of blinding pain even with the drugs they pumped him full of. After what felt like years to Mathias he awoke less groggy than before but still restrained. Looking down at what he could see of his body he noticed he was heavily bandaged, the gaze stinking slightly of antiseptic and the feint tinge of blood seeping through a few areas. The pain was still burning his entire body, his head, chest, legs, arms, all of it racked his brain with pulses of anguish, but even still something seemed wrong. There were other feelings past the pain. It felt like his skin was pulled tight in many areas on his body, everything felt much heavier, even the act of breathing felt as if he had bricks upon his chest.
Time passed by slowly as Mathias’s mind raced about what those damned Nazis had done to him and his rage and anger rose again like the tide of an endless ocean of rage when suddenly his attention suddenly snapped to the handle of the door to his room. The door swung open with a low creek as a man in doctor’s surgery gown and mask walked into the room with a chart in hand. The doctor shut the door behind himself as he approached the foot of the bed, “Well seems the subdurmal implants were a success.” The doctor stated matter of factly, “Subject GJ1 Ready for termination, application to German Loyalist greenlighted.” He finished flipping down the chart as their gaze met, “At least that is what the chart says. How do you feel about that?” The doctor said as he pulled down his face guard.
“I think you can rot in hell Nazi scum, if I could I would take the whole lot of you with me screaming and kicking… I won’t beg.”
The doctor laughed heartily and then smiled wide, but something didn’t seem right Mathias thought, he swore the man had fangs like a dog, “No I suppose you wouldn’t would you?” he said rhetorically to Mathias as he approached the side of the bed and leaned in close so they were mere inches apart.
“Were you expecting something different Nazi filth?” As Mathias finished his words the man firmly gripped his chin, Mathias tried to pull away but the man’s grip was like iron.
“I am not a Nazi, and I am here to offer you something.” The man finished his words with another smile this time bearing his fangs so Mathias could get a good look.
A curiosity overtook any sense of caution Mathias may have had about the situation, besides he was going to be killed anyhow, “Oh? A last meal? What can you offer me? And why would you offer me something… and why would you be here if you are not a Nazi?”
“A last meal? Hah, of sorts maybe.. if you accept.” The man was pale and oddly beautiful, though the thought made Mathias squirm a bit at such a random thought at this or any time, “I go where I want and I was watching when they took you. You could say I was curious.” Mathias went to speak but the man gave him a look that silenced him instantly, “I offer revenge. Revenge on those who wronged you on many levels. Nazi’s like this disgust me, I usually do not get involved in the affairs of men but I found what these men did here particularly repulsive.”
Revenge? Mathias’s eyes widened at the though, he had ruled it impossible and already resigned himself to a bitter death in this hell hole; to be rejoined with his family. The more he thought the more his rage devoured his soul and consumed his person. He became lost in his thoughts for a time before a light squeeze from the man brought his attention back to the real world and the… Man? Before him.
“So? Do you accept my generous offer or do you wish to die here with your Nazi friends continuing their experiments while you rot in the ground?” The man said everything softly in a cooing tone, it seemed almost mocking but something in his eyes gave off a bit of concern.
“Revenge.” Mathias said barely audible but it was obvious the man heard him. Slowly the man brought his wrist to his pointed teeth and sliced open a part of his wrist and held it near to Mathias’s lips and locked eyes with him.
“Drink.” He said firmly. Mathias was past the point where questions of who and what were important; he did as the man commanded and began to drink the blood. When he finished the man smiled and briskly turned Mathias’s neck and buried his fangs deep into his flesh and began to drink. Mathias was unconcerned with his life at this point but even this surprised him. His eyes began to feel heavy as he could feel the life draining from his body and the world slowly beginning to fade away.
“I will see you soon, after you have exacted your revenge.” The soft words were whispered into his ear just before the darkness once again took him.
Bursting forth with a bewildered look and a mouth full of dirt Mathias rubbed his eyes and spat. Slowly he looked around and noticed he was still in the camp, in the grave pit? He began to run his hands over his now naked body and he felt the large raises in his skin and pressed firmly. Metal? They must have inserted armor plating under his skin, now the weight on his body had made sense, but now he felt better than he ever heard before. Suddenly his mind snapped back to the man and his head began to swim with the sounds and smells about he had never been able to sense before. The sensations almost overwhelmed him when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.
“Guten Abend.” The familiar voice of the bastard who ruined his family and his life caught his ears. Mathias felt a hunger but it was quickly overcome by rage, before Mathias knew what was happening screams and blood began to erupt throughout the camp. He felt shots ping from the plates as warm blood ran down his throat. The camp was not staffed with more than ten men but none of them would survive that night.
When the carnage was done and Mathias slowly returned to his senses. He was naked and caked with blood, crusted and coagulated. The sheer carnage of smashed skulls and disemboweled bodies caused him to wretch in horror as a good amount of the blood he had devoured splashed onto the already blood soaked ground at his feet.
“I gave you what you wanted, lost your stomach for revenge?” The familiar voice cut through the silence like a knife. Quickly Mathias’s gaze locked upon the man who had given him this gift. Mathias looked angry but soon his face calmed, he realized the man wasn’t responsible for this, he was. While he was glad he had gotten his revenge he still felt disgusted by the carnage.
“I guess the first lesson has been learned, but come there are many more.” The man said approaching Mathias with some loose cloths to cover his form. Still lost in a swim of emotion and the smell of blood Mathias put the cloths on and followed his new caretaker.
After many years of learning what it was like to be a vampire and the morals of his Master Mathias had begun to take up training in CQC, Mixed Martial Arts & Firearms. He spent a long time working security for his new family and enjoyed a simple quiet peaceful life keeping them safe. His Maker had taught him that life was precious no matter human or vampire, and that giving into the urge to feed could lead to problems and was an unnecessary barbarity of the older ages.
In the year 1985 the family decided to leave Germany to come to America due to the pressure of another Rival family in Germany beginning to press hard on their businesses and working on a hostile takeover. They liquidated their assets after losing a financial shadow battle and decided New York would be a better place to remake their fortune and continue their peaceful life-style once again.
At first New York was a great change of pace for the family, they were able to enjoy all of the daytime activities that could be had at night. The business opportunities were also plentiful and so their money soon became a non-problem once again.
The family’s future seemed bright, they had opened a security firm to protect high-rollers and other important clientele which was perfect for Mathias, and he could easily hide his bulky and frightening form under a SWAT grade semi-militant uniform. However when the clan wars began to become serious his family’s manor was sacked and decimated, none of his family survived as far as he knew. He had only survived due to the fact he had been pre-occupied on an extended escort mission of a foreign diplomat.
Once again Mathias lost his family and once again the rage boiled below the surface. He was alone now and had heard of a family, one of the two to survive, the Kingston family. Gathering what he could of the families assets and heirlooms he set up shop as a private security contractor and operated his search for those responsible from his new hidden home. Hopefully he would be able to ally himself to the Kingston family and one day get the chance to avenge his family.
Personality:
Mathias is calm and collected in most cases. His temper doesn't really flare unless people he cares about are harmed or in danger. Mathias often speaks softly and near monotone, he appears much colder than he is; his heart is truly gentle unless a conflict is forced or necessary. He is honest and earnest, he tries his best to see things objectively.
What family do you belong to?None Currently, Seeking Asylum with Kingston.
Power: Massive Strength & Speed (No mental abilities just pure physical power and prowess.)
Side: With Humans
Weapon:
Other:
The Armor Plating is not as refined and all meshing as the image above, it was just to give a decent idea of what it is like. Thicker bulkier and gaps. Also the gloves are makeshift tactical gloves they just have the steel striking part and guard like the image (had to use FMA image couldn't find anything else to fit). He looks older due to the stress the experiments put on his body, his skull armor consists of a frontal plate mask that protects around the eyes and forehead with cranial plating over the forehead and to the back of the skull. Places like the jaw and mouth are uncovered so that speaking freely is possible without movement restriction.
Height: 6’10
Weight: 296
Bio:
Mathias grew up on a small farm a few miles outside of a Small German Industrial Town. Life was simple and peaceful, he and his family were Jewish Germans; fate was not on their side. They had heard little word of the growing persecution of the Jewish people because they rarely went into town since they practiced religion at home; their father was a Reformist Jew and did not want his children exposed to the Orthodox Church.
Mathias and his family had settled in to observe the Sabbath when they heard a feint rumbling and before long they felt it. A few small trinkets and bobbles fell off of a dresser and even the menorah fell to the ground and quickly snuffed itself out under the wax; an ill omen indeed.
Their father peered through the window and turned pale faced to his children, “Mathias hide the menorah quickly!”
There was no questioning his father, Mathias did as he was told and then tried to comfort his sister. Three soft knocks cut through the silent air as everyone became tense, their father motioned for them to relax as he went to the door and opened it slowly.
“Guten Abend Herr.” The man said adjusting the black military cap upon his head with his fine leather gloves. Without a word the man slowly stepped into the home followed by two men wearing similar outfits except they were both shouldering MP 40s.
“I hope we are not interrupting anything important.” Slowly a chair was pulled out from the table and the man sat down and placed his hat gently on the table before he began to slowly eye the family and their home, “I could sit here and play coy… give you hope but I am tired and in no mood for games.” The man used the tip of his buffed leather shoes to scrape a small amount of wax from the floor and sighed softly as he motioned to the two men. Swiftly they opened fire upon Mathias’s father and sister, blood spattering his face and their humble home. The man gestured again and the two stopped but kept their guns pointed at Mathias as their leader stood donning his officer’s cap, “I heard there was a Jewish family out this way, but that wasn’t what interested me.” He shook his head and walked a few feet from Mathias who was still paralyzed with shock, “What interests me is what I heard about a goliath and it seems the tales were true.” Mathias had finally turned from shock to enraged, he looked up ready to throttle the man death or not but he was met with a nightstick to the side of his head and the world became darkness.
When consciousness returned Mathias’s eyes struggled to focus against the bright light blaring down upon his face. His mental faculties returning along with his memory he began to thrash in rage yelling out obscenities at the Nazi’s his eyes made out in the room, but it was no use he had been strapped down tightly to a cold metal table.
After nearly ten minutes Mathias’s head began to pound too hard from what one could assume would be a concussion from the blow to the head. Slowly he began to stop thrashing as the same man from before approached slowly and into clear view.
“I doubt a Jewish Golem like you has heard of the Ahnenerbe, but that matters not… nothing matters for you anymore.” The man finished with a cold smirk as Mathias tried to retort but was quickly gagged before the man adjusted the amount of a drug being dripped into the unfortunate subject’s veins.
For weeks maybe months Mathias awoke and faded into a drug haze mixed in a blur of blinding pain even with the drugs they pumped him full of. After what felt like years to Mathias he awoke less groggy than before but still restrained. Looking down at what he could see of his body he noticed he was heavily bandaged, the gaze stinking slightly of antiseptic and the feint tinge of blood seeping through a few areas. The pain was still burning his entire body, his head, chest, legs, arms, all of it racked his brain with pulses of anguish, but even still something seemed wrong. There were other feelings past the pain. It felt like his skin was pulled tight in many areas on his body, everything felt much heavier, even the act of breathing felt as if he had bricks upon his chest.
Time passed by slowly as Mathias’s mind raced about what those damned Nazis had done to him and his rage and anger rose again like the tide of an endless ocean of rage when suddenly his attention suddenly snapped to the handle of the door to his room. The door swung open with a low creek as a man in doctor’s surgery gown and mask walked into the room with a chart in hand. The doctor shut the door behind himself as he approached the foot of the bed, “Well seems the subdurmal implants were a success.” The doctor stated matter of factly, “Subject GJ1 Ready for termination, application to German Loyalist greenlighted.” He finished flipping down the chart as their gaze met, “At least that is what the chart says. How do you feel about that?” The doctor said as he pulled down his face guard.
“I think you can rot in hell Nazi scum, if I could I would take the whole lot of you with me screaming and kicking… I won’t beg.”
The doctor laughed heartily and then smiled wide, but something didn’t seem right Mathias thought, he swore the man had fangs like a dog, “No I suppose you wouldn’t would you?” he said rhetorically to Mathias as he approached the side of the bed and leaned in close so they were mere inches apart.
“Were you expecting something different Nazi filth?” As Mathias finished his words the man firmly gripped his chin, Mathias tried to pull away but the man’s grip was like iron.
“I am not a Nazi, and I am here to offer you something.” The man finished his words with another smile this time bearing his fangs so Mathias could get a good look.
A curiosity overtook any sense of caution Mathias may have had about the situation, besides he was going to be killed anyhow, “Oh? A last meal? What can you offer me? And why would you offer me something… and why would you be here if you are not a Nazi?”
“A last meal? Hah, of sorts maybe.. if you accept.” The man was pale and oddly beautiful, though the thought made Mathias squirm a bit at such a random thought at this or any time, “I go where I want and I was watching when they took you. You could say I was curious.” Mathias went to speak but the man gave him a look that silenced him instantly, “I offer revenge. Revenge on those who wronged you on many levels. Nazi’s like this disgust me, I usually do not get involved in the affairs of men but I found what these men did here particularly repulsive.”
Revenge? Mathias’s eyes widened at the though, he had ruled it impossible and already resigned himself to a bitter death in this hell hole; to be rejoined with his family. The more he thought the more his rage devoured his soul and consumed his person. He became lost in his thoughts for a time before a light squeeze from the man brought his attention back to the real world and the… Man? Before him.
“So? Do you accept my generous offer or do you wish to die here with your Nazi friends continuing their experiments while you rot in the ground?” The man said everything softly in a cooing tone, it seemed almost mocking but something in his eyes gave off a bit of concern.
“Revenge.” Mathias said barely audible but it was obvious the man heard him. Slowly the man brought his wrist to his pointed teeth and sliced open a part of his wrist and held it near to Mathias’s lips and locked eyes with him.
“Drink.” He said firmly. Mathias was past the point where questions of who and what were important; he did as the man commanded and began to drink the blood. When he finished the man smiled and briskly turned Mathias’s neck and buried his fangs deep into his flesh and began to drink. Mathias was unconcerned with his life at this point but even this surprised him. His eyes began to feel heavy as he could feel the life draining from his body and the world slowly beginning to fade away.
“I will see you soon, after you have exacted your revenge.” The soft words were whispered into his ear just before the darkness once again took him.
Bursting forth with a bewildered look and a mouth full of dirt Mathias rubbed his eyes and spat. Slowly he looked around and noticed he was still in the camp, in the grave pit? He began to run his hands over his now naked body and he felt the large raises in his skin and pressed firmly. Metal? They must have inserted armor plating under his skin, now the weight on his body had made sense, but now he felt better than he ever heard before. Suddenly his mind snapped back to the man and his head began to swim with the sounds and smells about he had never been able to sense before. The sensations almost overwhelmed him when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.
“Guten Abend.” The familiar voice of the bastard who ruined his family and his life caught his ears. Mathias felt a hunger but it was quickly overcome by rage, before Mathias knew what was happening screams and blood began to erupt throughout the camp. He felt shots ping from the plates as warm blood ran down his throat. The camp was not staffed with more than ten men but none of them would survive that night.
When the carnage was done and Mathias slowly returned to his senses. He was naked and caked with blood, crusted and coagulated. The sheer carnage of smashed skulls and disemboweled bodies caused him to wretch in horror as a good amount of the blood he had devoured splashed onto the already blood soaked ground at his feet.
“I gave you what you wanted, lost your stomach for revenge?” The familiar voice cut through the silence like a knife. Quickly Mathias’s gaze locked upon the man who had given him this gift. Mathias looked angry but soon his face calmed, he realized the man wasn’t responsible for this, he was. While he was glad he had gotten his revenge he still felt disgusted by the carnage.
“I guess the first lesson has been learned, but come there are many more.” The man said approaching Mathias with some loose cloths to cover his form. Still lost in a swim of emotion and the smell of blood Mathias put the cloths on and followed his new caretaker.
After many years of learning what it was like to be a vampire and the morals of his Master Mathias had begun to take up training in CQC, Mixed Martial Arts & Firearms. He spent a long time working security for his new family and enjoyed a simple quiet peaceful life keeping them safe. His Maker had taught him that life was precious no matter human or vampire, and that giving into the urge to feed could lead to problems and was an unnecessary barbarity of the older ages.
In the year 1985 the family decided to leave Germany to come to America due to the pressure of another Rival family in Germany beginning to press hard on their businesses and working on a hostile takeover. They liquidated their assets after losing a financial shadow battle and decided New York would be a better place to remake their fortune and continue their peaceful life-style once again.
At first New York was a great change of pace for the family, they were able to enjoy all of the daytime activities that could be had at night. The business opportunities were also plentiful and so their money soon became a non-problem once again.
The family’s future seemed bright, they had opened a security firm to protect high-rollers and other important clientele which was perfect for Mathias, and he could easily hide his bulky and frightening form under a SWAT grade semi-militant uniform. However when the clan wars began to become serious his family’s manor was sacked and decimated, none of his family survived as far as he knew. He had only survived due to the fact he had been pre-occupied on an extended escort mission of a foreign diplomat.
Once again Mathias lost his family and once again the rage boiled below the surface. He was alone now and had heard of a family, one of the two to survive, the Kingston family. Gathering what he could of the families assets and heirlooms he set up shop as a private security contractor and operated his search for those responsible from his new hidden home. Hopefully he would be able to ally himself to the Kingston family and one day get the chance to avenge his family.
Personality:
Mathias is calm and collected in most cases. His temper doesn't really flare unless people he cares about are harmed or in danger. Mathias often speaks softly and near monotone, he appears much colder than he is; his heart is truly gentle unless a conflict is forced or necessary. He is honest and earnest, he tries his best to see things objectively.
What family do you belong to?None Currently, Seeking Asylum with Kingston.
Power: Massive Strength & Speed (No mental abilities just pure physical power and prowess.)
Side: With Humans
Weapon:
Other:
The Armor Plating is not as refined and all meshing as the image above, it was just to give a decent idea of what it is like. Thicker bulkier and gaps. Also the gloves are makeshift tactical gloves they just have the steel striking part and guard like the image (had to use FMA image couldn't find anything else to fit). He looks older due to the stress the experiments put on his body, his skull armor consists of a frontal plate mask that protects around the eyes and forehead with cranial plating over the forehead and to the back of the skull. Places like the jaw and mouth are uncovered so that speaking freely is possible without movement restriction.Im joining Kingston, finishing writing up now, just been taking my time.
That's fine I needed to check there are many ways in the vampire universe so I wanted to check first. Thanks for the info.
So how is transformation done in this world? is it by blood transfer? wondering for write up. say injecting a blood sample versus a "maker" feeding on then feeding their blood to the subject? just changes how i write the back-story.
sorry im taking a bit to roll up. i have 4 research papers ive been working on for next week.
is 102 too young? i planned to have my guys background involved with nazi germany in 1939 and their occult sect (not working for just background story)
alight would a bruiser type work? i was wondering if you dislike the idea of sub-dermal armor. basically thinner Kevlar or metallic plates inserted under the skin for armor (taken from 40k universe but no that crazy) he would be ugly as shit to look at and naked (which wouldn't happen anyhow) he would look blocky and odd. Im not looking for some mega rp cheat crap just something different, almost Frankenstein's monster kind of vibe.
If that one is a no then ill just roll a normal dude, idea came to me and i thought it'd be interesting.
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