Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 24, 2012 18:07:27 GMT -6
I know some things that you don’t
I’ve done things that you won’t
There’s nothing like a trail of blood
to find your way back home
I was waiting for my hearse
What came next was so much worse
It took a funeral to make me feel alive
Name: Luka Nikolai Neverov
Nicknames: The Artist' ( because of the way he displays his victims in macabre ways) and sometimes 'Reverend' (because of the name of his club and the way he delivers people to their fate by way of the dark kiss or the drug he sells)
Age: one hundred and fifteen years ageless
Classification: Vampire/Unique
Orientation: Since the act of drinking blood is erotic for Luka, and he feeds from both men and women. Bisexual most adequately describes him. However, he has only ever taken a woman (or women) to bed.
Affiliations: Lexi James
Occupation: Death Dealer, Club owner, Artist...psychotic murderer?
PB Claim: Ian Somerhalder
Personal Description: Luka is tall and sinewy; well defined but not overly bulky.
His skin is pale and flawless, save the various wounds he inflicts on himself (often) He also has rings in his shoulder blades from which he 'hangs' as well as other piercings (hidden, mind you) which are merely parts of his body impaled by objects which causes him pain when he moves.
His eyes are severe, pale blue with a black ring around the iris. They will cut you to the very soul. The vampire moves with an odd grace that is hypnotic to some and horrifying to others.
As well he will often "fleshcraft" himself into forms he believes to be beautiful and/or terrifying // link //
Personality: Luka is cool, calm, and collected on the outside (He is a very good actor) but on the inside he is impulsive and generally quite insane.
The Russian finds beauty in the most horrific of things; blood, entrails, various stages of a decay on the human body. He is an artist, and as such, he tends to view things from that point of view. He becomes detatched; looking at the scene playing out before if as if merely glancing at a painting on the wall.
He is cold and heartless and enjoys causing pain as much as he does feeling it. He has no empathy for others. To the Russian they are but feelingless characters in the novel of his life.
Though he is mostly very composed, at times Luka looses it, and will explode at the drop of a hat. He doesn’t trust anyone, and will often imagine bizarre conspiracies against him. He is very devious and will most likely act very sincere to your face while he is planning something sinister against you. He can also be very persuasive, especially with females, as he will flirt his pants off just to get you to trust him. Though he is a heinous villain, he is very playful too. He likes to have a good time; Just don’t get too comfortable with him, he tends to bite.
Likes
• Excruciating pain
• Blood-curtling screams
• Fine art
• Torture devices
• Chaos
• Blood...lots and lots of blood..in his mouth, on the walls...everywhere.
Dislikes
• Law and order
• Being under someones thumb
• Silence
• Gum-chewing
• When the pain goes away
Strengths
• Supernatural strength
• Supernatural speed/endurance
• Calmness in even the most chaotic situations
• Fearlessness
• Persuasiveness
Weaknesses
• Impulsiveness
• When he crafts his flesh, his strength fades, as does his cellar make-up. He is crumbling inside.
• Schizophrenia
• Pain...or rather, the addiction to it.
Personal Style:Luka prefers clothing dark in nature whether it is jeans and a tee-shirt and his favorite leather jacket to tailored slacks and a button down shirt.
Personality Quirks: Oh lord...you want me to list them all? He's narcissistic, has paranoid tenancies, kills things/people/supernaturals without thought or pause, is a very sexual creature...bow chica bow wow. He reeeally enjoys playing with entrails, too.
Abilities and skills:
Luka is a fanatical freak, yes, but he is also utterly brilliant and beautifully artistic.
He can make the most gruesome of scenes into a work of art and sees beauty in the darkest of places.
Luka is charming and persuasive as well, and can con with the best of them.
Powers of the supernatural sort:
normal vampiric abilities-- immortality, strength speed, endurance.
Flesh-crafting-- is the ability to alter the bodies of living and undead organisms, even to the point of melting them.( Through cellular destruction and reconstruction) He will often "fleshcraft" himself into forms he believes to be beautiful and/or terrifying.
Using this power to reform himself does cause temporary weakness; but in the longer term scheme of things he is causing his immortal body to crumble; little by little.
When he flesh-crafts another it is quite permanent unless he crafts them back. He must touch the skin in order to craft it, save on himself, which is done through mere thought.
History:
Luka was the progeny of an ancient clan of vampires. These ancient monsters were the quintessential vampires. While other vampires desperately tried to retain their human nature, this powerful clan actively sought to divorce themselves from it. Accordingly, the coven had developed some of the most bizarre, alien, and (from a mortal perspective) horrific practices known among vampires-- an ability called flesh-crafting with which they would transform themselves into horrifyingly beautiful creatures. The clan also used the flesh manipulating power to torture their victims. It was said they came about this ability because the first of their clan had been so obsessed with leaving his humanity behind he sought out a demon and sold his damned soul in exchange for the power to alter his 'human appearance'.
The coven was so old and jaded they had become fastidious about to whom they would bestow the dark gift, and so the only humans they felt worthy of the embrace were the male descendants of the lineage.
These progeny were raised in wealth and privilege; all but sheltered from the harsh outside world, but there was a price to pay for the concession... the dark gift that was to come. The male children were tortured and fed from, a process the clan used to wash away the human weakness they were instinctually born with. The children would lose all contact with the concepts of mercy, compassion, or moral or ethical value as understood by the human mind.
A young Luka cried at first, fought the vampires, but then he began to enjoy the pain...
Luka felt the blood lust even before the embrace. As a child he would often torment small creatures, even going as far as intentionally hurting other children his age. As he grew older he found he had penchant for pain, and would deliberately mutilate his own body, as well as those of others. By the time he was 18 he had already murdered seven people, including two children under the age of 3. He felt nothing for them...no remorse, no sorrow, only joy in hearing their screams and tasting the sweet life essence drain from them.
Besides the pain and torture, the only thing Luka had a passion for was art. He would create masterpieces in the blood and entrails of his victims, finding pleasure in sending the works of art to the family’s of the victims.
The clan, who loathed to be discovered by the inconsequential humans, grew tired of Luka’s tirades, punishing him even more.
When he finally received the dark gift on his 25th birthday, it was more than Luka had ever imagined. The thirst was so commanding, so utterly excruciating, it was better than he could have ever dreamed.
At first, he was ravenous, terrorizing the city of Moscow in a bloody feeding spree. Eventually though, he learned that the thirst would become more agonizing the longer he would wait to feed, and so he would intentionally hold off on taking blood until the pain was unbearable. Again, he almost enjoyed the pain as much as the blood itself.
As well as torturing himself, he began sharing the painful embrace, leaving a slew of neophyte vampires in his wake.
The clan, who felt they were wholly superior to other Kindred, watched Luka’s behavior with disgust, believing his mind was far too gone to handle the embrace and the responsibility that came along with it. It was prohibited for one so young to share the dark gift, especially to those petty humans who did not warrant it.
Unfortunately, Luka over heard the elders speaking of a plan to destroy him and so he made the first move. The night of the clan’s demise, Luka poisoned them all with dead man's blood and removed the head of every one of them. Only the Moscow clan was destroyed and Luka knew they would soon begin the hunt for him. The vampire immediately fled his country, believing the safest place to hide for now was the states.
Once there he began yet another murderous rampage, leaving a trail of blood and chaos in his wake.
Once again, he took up the habit of creating works of art from his victims, but this time selling them to different museums and dealers. His medium was unknown to them, of course, further exciting the vampire.
Luka, who had also begun the practice of resisting the thirst and inviting the pain again, sometimes grew disoriented by it. He lost focus, and this was something he couldn’t allow.
To remedy this problem, Luka kidnapped a young college student. He altered his appearance into a horrifying and dreadful monster, keeping her hostage in her own apartment for the purpose of feeding from her when he needed. He never showed his true face to her, enjoying the fact that to her, he appeared something straight out of her nightmares.
However, Luka grew tired of the charade, leaving the young woman for dead. He continued on his tirade of terror, moving on from place to place and leaving the horrifying and bloody human masterpieces behind...
At one point in his tirade he came across a powerful witch named Alexis, who was surrounded by loved ones that hunted his kind. He fell in love with the power he had over such a creature while holding her hostage, and made a game of hide-and-seek with her hunter kin. The hunters were unable to save her, though after a while, with the help of Luka's blood and charms, the enthralling woman forgot she wanted to leave...and the pair became dangerous partners in crime.
Having retained quite a bit of wealth from selling his works macabre works of art commissioned by affluent private collectors as well as commissions from businesses and galleries, the Russian decided that hiding under the radar was simply not his style.
He purchased an abandoned gothic church and turned into after hours nightspot and underground fight club, catering to all, but especially those like him that craved blood and violence.
He became the archetypal dealer of darkness; selling death and sex, and eventually madness when he found that a small number of his patrons dealt drugs within his club. Unable to abide that anyone would make profit besides him, Luka perfected his own brand of intoxicant; mixing the heroin that was being sold with drops of his immortal blood. Examination on human test subjects revealed that not only did the concoction get them high but also left them with a lingering hunger for blood which eventually would 'turn' them into vampires as well as quite insane.
Luka is a businessman. A death dealer. A dark angel to deliver you to your destiny...
Roleplay Example:
Luka pulled the coffin from the back of the Bronco as if it weighed nothing. To any passers-by, you wouldn’t be able to tell there was a body in the plain wooden casket. He hefted the coffin over his shoulder with one arm, slamming the door closed with the other.
A permanent and completely deranged grin was plastered across the vampires face. He looked every bit the disturbed psycho too in the black long sleeve sweater and black jeans, a black skull cap pulled low over his brow.
Carrying the coffin over his shoulder, he knocked on the side, laughing. “You still breathing in there vitch?” He teased, and jostled the body inside. He knew every inch of her was covered in bruises and the wound in her leg was still fresh and raw. Ah, the glorious pain must be ethereal. It made his mouth water for a taste. Luka sucked a breath in sharply at the thought of it. Perhaps...perhaps just a little bite...
He sighed heavily and moved quickly towards the back of the dark cemetery, he knew he had no time.
Just as it had been there before, the plot at the back of the graveyard was swathed in darkness from the massive oak trees. They arched over the area like monsters in a nightmare; the massive and gnarled branches heavy with dead leaves and vines, wooden fingers reaching for those who might get too close.
The shovel was already there too, though Luka was sure he could easily dig it with his hands. He dropped the coffin down heavily, chuckling at the thump it made and the groan coming from within the box.
Picking up the shovel, he begun to dig, and started whistling a Russian lullaby.
Luka made short work of the firm but damp ground. Earthworms squirmed hungrily forth; eager for what was soon to be their next meal. A soft rain had begun to fall, and the vampire’s hair was plastered against his face; the wild look in his eyes exaggerated every so often by the eerie moonlight peeking through the dense clouds.
He dug deeper and deeper; tossing the heavy earth beside him, intentionally letting it rain atop the oak coffin parked on the ground next to the hole. If the witch didn’t know what was in store for her yet, she would now. There was no doubt Lexi was feeling the pressure of little air, and smelling the acrid musky dirt.
When the chasm was approximately nine feet long and about six deep, Luka bit his bottom lip in anticipation. He approached the coffin, slipping down to his knees and wrapping an arm over the top. His hand brushed the dirt off where Lexi’s lovely face would be, and he leaned down to press his lips against the smooth wood.
“Shhh....be still my masterpiece.” Luka could hear her fighting against the tight space. His breath caught in his chest at the realization he would never see her alive again.
He sighed poignantly. Perhaps he should have made her a vampire. Perhaps he still could...
Luka exhaled heavily, shaking his head as if to answer his own question. There was no time. The pictures of her he had taken and painted would have to suffice-- the reverie of her intoxicating blood. The hunters would be coming too soon.
“Do svidaniya.” Luka spoke the Russian words for goodbye and stood upright, slowly sliding the coffin into the hollow ground.
He made the sign of the cross over his chest and begun slowly refilling the hole. Each shovel full of dirt that landed on the coffin was dull sound; a horrible sound.
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