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[Nathaniel Symour]

CASHEL CASTLE

starring Lauris as Nathaniel Symour; directed by Jenn
this script took twenty four] years to create with
eight headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with the powers that be made this fab!

"take me to a new pleasure peak."

full name Simon Symour
nick names Nathaniel
birthdate Dec. 17th
birthplace unknown to the general populace. Upper northern borders
hometown currently Cashel
sexuality is known to take the company of men, but is a lover of women
heritage old money
character group villager group

"rip my hem, tear into me."

height 6'1
weight 83kg
build althletic, althgough on the slimmer side
hair white blonde
eyes cold grey
piercings none
tattoos none
distingushing features none
play by Lauris

"the words you whisper, hot and heady in my ear."

likes
* blood, and not just in a pleasing way, but almost a sexual and even stranger, a satisfying way
* screams/ pleas of the innocent
* thunder storms. He stops all other activities during a thunderstorm, and seems like a different person
* inventing new ways of torture
* prefers silence over music. Sometimes, a softly playing piano piece can be soothing, but that is all.
* is never seen looking messed or out of place, and prefers it this way. He likes dressing up and showing off his wealth. He never gives it away, but likes showing off what he owns
* likes bathing, but prefers to do it with attendance around to see to his needs. Prefers scented water and petals, features in a bath that a woman would mostly prefer to bathe in
* likes to take his time with everything he does, never liking to be rushed or prodded into decisions.
dislikes
* most regular people, and likes to surround himself with the usual
* regular food but eats it because he must.
* short hair on either sex. Males must have hair to their shoulders or lower[/b
strengths [b]
* is well versed in hand to hand combats, prefering short swords and daggers
* the new warped sense of humour he has about torture
weaknesses
* has a weakness for pretty woman and their many demands, often showering them with gifts
habits/quirks
* bit if a natural loner, he is seldom seen outside his own homes grounds. When he does venture out he is never in a crowd
* drinks human blood for no other reason except he likes the taste
fears
* his father and his wrath, even though he is miles from his birthlands
dreams
* of his father death. Only then will he be able to relax and be his own man
goals
* to be free of his father for good
* to create a land devoted to his own forms of arts, such as human hunting
secrets
* his blood lust and consumption of blood is a pretty big secret

overall Not much is known of the bnobleman who only moved into the area recently. He arrived by night, and is seldom seen on sunny days. When he venturing into the village he is never around for longer then he needs to be, and always with atleast one other person, who is never wearing revealing clothing. This, and more, has added to the rumours that the newest gentleman to live within Cashel is a vampire or demon.
Of course, he does nothing to dispell these rumours. Infact he may seem to look like he is encouraging them to circulate. Fear is a wonderful aphrodesiac, one he often takes advantage of. Young women of every stature enter his establishment almost weekly, sometimes even more so if he so desires the company. They enter and never leave, often entering under the false pretenses of a finishing school of some sort.
people may revolt against the disappearances of young virgin girls.if not for a single fact. Although his home is normallyt a forbiddon and scary looking place, he will ocassionally play host to wild parties which have been known to last a week sometimes. Although Nathaniel is a feared man in the villiage in general, everyone likes to be popular, and want to be invited to his parties. The guests also spend alot of money in the village market place.
What exactly happens in these parties isn't exactly certain

"god I thought you wanted me."

mother
Mary-Anna, 45, farmers daughter
father
Phillips, 67, nobleman [old money]
siblings
none living
pets
two large hunting dogs. Spartan and Miss
other family
none worth knowing

overall
Nathaniel was just one of many bastard children that Phillip created in his life time. But he inherited more of his fathers likeness then the others, as well as other attributes. From a young age, he was determined and ready to announce his birthrights as a Symour. Faming life was never meant for the likes of him. His facial features were to fine, to delicate and sharp and beautiful for him to be content with farm work.
Unlike many of the other illegitimate children, Nathaniel was obsessed with the family life he should have had. He was often found on the family gronds, spying on his father and his offical family.
When it was announced, without warning, that his biological father was giving away half his fortune to his oldest living heir, Nathaniel knew this would be the only time in his life he would ever get anything from the man who bedded his mother in the haystacks. That night he snuck inside the castle sized home of Phillip and killed his three legitimate sons, one by one. There was no imagination behind the killing. Each was swift and accurate, the man dead before he even realized he was being attacked.
When dawn broke, nathaniel was his oldest surviving heir. A man of his word, and slightly in awe of the actions, Phillip gave Nathaniel half of his fortune.
Nathaniel did not stick around though. As soon as the gold passed into his hands and moaded onto his horse he was gone, traveling south and hitting Cashel eventually where he decided to settle with his taken riches.

His lust for blood started at a young age, and even at the tender age of five when he found some mice and killed them, drinking their dirty blood, he knew it was wrong. He could not describe why he drunk the blood. It seemed natural to him, just as baking and eating bread would be normal to a regular person. As he grew into adulthood, he started to get more from the death of farm animals. feeling the animal struggle under his large pale hands, he found a kind of satisfaction in the whole affair that had been lost on him in his youth. Never did he find it sexual, even when he killed his then girlfriend at the age of 14.
he will never forget exactly how it all went down, and how she tasted. The pretense and promise of sex had got her alone, but that was he had for romancing. She had been to shocked to scream, and then when her mouth opened, she had no voice box to make a noise. Nathaniel had ripped it free by his bare hands. He bathed in the spray of warm blood on his white shirt, forgetting for a moment that she was even human.

"oh! Ooh my!"

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member title
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read the rules that rules are written for a reason
roleplay sample The room was elegant and yet simple. Whatever it had been its intended use was long gone when Nathaniel moved in on his gifted money. Although it was lit by hand made candles, it seemed bright compatred to the absolute blackness of the night outside. For as long as Nathaniel could remember he prefered night over day. Perhaps by night his more animalist and sadistic nature seemed more at home then by the beautiful and sunny morning glows.
Even moon hid from the horror of the night, the stars alone in their glow.
A long table decorated the room, and although it had the length and girth to happily sit half the village and their mistresses, it was set for a single person. Nathaniel sat alone at the leader head position, dressed in soft woven fabrics, amking him seem harsher and less agreeable in the flickering lights.
Dinner was served, a single large silver platter sat before him, and with a flourish one of his servants lifted the lid and showed him his meal. A small, naked child was hig tied to the platter, her eyes wide with fear. her hair was long and dark, the way he prefered his women. But it was her muffled cries that made Nathaniel smile most. Beside her was a small bowl over a fire, the oil it held was hot and spitting slightly from the constant heat it sat on.
Nathaniel took his knife. Sharp and perfect for carving he tilted his head to the left, considering his meal before he started to carve. Fresh screams came from the girl as a strip of her flesh was taken from her small thigh. He took the skin and meat and using a fork put it in the oil. It spluttered, hitting the girl and burnign her face, making her whimper. Nathaniel wiped her hair from her face with a tender hand as he watched her flesh cook.
Finally he had his meal ready, a small helping of deep friend skin and meat strips were on his plate, the girl almost dead from blood loss. But the meal was not completed. Taking her hair in his claw like pale hands,she gasped and started tp prey. "Hush now baby. It is almost over." he promised, holding her throat out over the wine goblet. With a practiced flick of the wrist, her blood leaked from the cut over her throat and into the silver. Once filled he tossed her aside like so much garbage. Standing with his goblet and friend food, he sat by the fireplace. As if waiting for command, his dogs rose as he sat. He nodded.
nathaniel finished his meal to the sound of crackling fire and the sound of his dogs feasting on what was left of the human girl.

[Kitty Fitzgerald]

` p e n d i n g

` amazing character.
` your writing is very nice, my dear.
` Please just add on a little more to likes, dislikes, strengths and weakness' and then you can count yourself as accepted as acceptance comes

{EDIT}

I took another look at this and I've decided that if you decide on returning here, then you'll find this application accepted We have to have proof of your activity though before it gets sorted since you have somewhat disappeared.

Hope to see you soon, Houdini

-Cashel Staff