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| User: | vengeful_dark (87093) |
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| Name: | I'm the scream left choking in your throat | |||||||||
| Bio: | Nicknames/Aliases: Gunther Gender: Male Race: Vampire Actual Character Age: 85 DOB: 3 November,1921 Physical Description: Tall, dark, and brooding. Longish mop of dark hair, often seen covering his striking green eyes. Janos stands at 6'2" tall, is slender, pale, and tattood. Despite his height, he's not overly intimidating in size. More, it is often a surprise to find him there as he often tends to blend into the shadows as much as possible. Distinguishing marks: Several tattoos, including (among others) full left tribal sleeve, flames on leg (over an actual scar from a holy water burn), J on index finger. Several scars including burns, stab wounds, and bullet wounds. He is missing a portion of his left ear and walks with a slight limp from damage sustained on his left foot due to stepping on a land mine in his mortal days. PB: Ville Valo Birth Location: Budapest, Hungary Personality: Sinister and secretive, very dark, and with a morbid sense of humor. Which is not to say Janos doesn't also find humor in the less morose, though his own tends to run along that vein. His life, even after the embrace, has not been easy, and Janos does as he has always done, whatever is needed. He is fiercely determined, looks out for Janos, and he takes care of business, often doing the dirty work others shy away from. He does have a weak spot or two, and those who can find it will find him not too difficult to manipulate. His loyalty does not come easily, nor fully, and whoever crosses such lines will eventually find themselves paying a heavy price. He holds tight to resentment, never one to easliy let go a perceived slight. He works hard, but on the flip side, he plays hard too, often indulging heavily in drug use. What he sells he uses as well. He is often compulsive, even obsessive, has a hedonistic bent and is willing to try anything and everything at least once. A bigger better high, or anything just to get off. Though a passionate creature, his passions are often left smoldering beneath the surface until released by drugs, anger, or other excitement. Personal Background: 1921, Budapest Hungary. Hard times, trying times, even for the most fortunate. The Bartal family was far from fortunate. War that ravaged most of the world had left the European countries uncertain and struggling to gain a foothold of their own, some semblance of strength beside and against their neighbors. Hungery, like many others were tossed from one war into another with no room for breath between them, and eventually sided with Hitler, a move which cast their young men into battle against Russia. This was the world Janos was born into, and it was all he ever knew. His father, a decent man by all accounts, struggled to keep his family fed, but the search for work pulled him further and further from home until one day he just never returned. It was never known what had become of him, but with seven young mouths to feed, his mother never had time to give it much thought. Janos, like his siblings, was working in the factories almost as soon as they could tie their shoes. It was a hard life, long hours for little pay, and even more difficult for ones so young. When his oldest brother lost the use of his hand in an accident at work, it was wrapped and he was sent right back out. Janos married young, bringing his wife home to live with his family as was the custom. Few in those days could manage to make a home for themselves. When the great war came, all but Janos' two sisters and the oldest brother (Useless due to his lame hand), were sent off to fight against the Russians. Janos' young bride Ilsa, was then pregnant with his child. In all four Bartal men were sent to war. Before it was ended, three were dead. Four, if you count the one left undead. The night of his change fell in the midst of a particularly heavy battle. Bunkered down in a foxhole, the sounds of battle heavy even in the darkness, Janos rose up to take aim once more on his enemies only to be knocked back by an unseen force. He fell unconscious, and when he came to, it was to a savage kind of carnage falling on his bunkermates. It was their screams that had woken him, and Janos, against his own instinct for survival, leapt into the fray rather than scrambling out of the hole. The creature, a vampire as he soon learned, laughed, finding Janos' "heroics" charming, if not utterly amusing. Amusing enough, that rather than tear his life completely away, he offered Janos another, one of complete darkness. Seeing no other option, the young soldier accepted. And thus began his life undead. For months he stayed in the company of his sire, all but forgetting his past life. But he couldn't forget completely, and eventually returned, only to find a wife who was terrified of him and a daughter who cried in his arms. In anger he left, but he returned often after that, in the dead of night, with money, food, and gifts. A custom he continues to this very day, for his daughter and those that came after. Eventually he and his sire parted ways, the wars ended, and Janos found his way across the ocean to America. There is no anger for his lost life, only acceptance, and appreciation for an eternal youth. He lives life rough, one day at a time, doing whatever odd job is needed to occupy his time or give him money to send his family. Hits, selling drugs, doing drugs, intimidation, whatever. Several decades ago he became acquainted with a man named Laurence. He never called him that, only Paper Boy, just as he himself was called Gunther. These were names for dealers, street hustlers, men who made money off of other's bad habits. The Paper Boy wanted more, always so ambitious, and built a name and reputation, as well as a small family. Janos was there as much as he was not, and as the girl grew, he was there even more, a bitterness growing inside that the other had a child he cared so little for. As she grew, he began to see her as his own. Rose, stubborn little thing, wanted only what she could not have, while denying herself constantly what she could have. Janos believed now was a good time for a reminder, though it had taken this long to find her. Family: Ilsa Bartal (Wife) Deceased Cili Bartal (Daughter) 66 Ilka Kristof (Granddaughter) 41 Dani Patrik (Great-granddaughter) 19 Weakness: His family, Sunlight, Spine and heart trauma, Holy items. Drugs. Magical Abilities: Perception and slight telepathy with younger creatures. The ability to blend into the shadows, seemingly unknown, unseen, unperceived. Any Training: Military training learned as a mortal and continued. He can fight with guns and knives, preferring the blades for their silence and slower letting of blood. They can more easily be controlled. Special Skills: Artistic skills he's rarely indulged. Heightened speed, senses, hearing, and healing. House: Staff House Number of years in Halcyon: Just arrived Job: Custodian AIM Name: Rooming with: Alone Not Ville Valo... obviously. It's for fun | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
