Post by Mikhail de Romanius on Jul 14, 2016 3:19:39 GMT
Name: Mikhail Gaius de Romanius
Nickname(s): Mik, Mikky or the Old Man
Species / Clan: Carpathian
Status: Undisclosed
Age: 1718
Age Appearance: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Country of Origin – Roman providence of Britannia (England)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 6’2
Weight: 180 lbs.
Religious beliefs: Pagan/Polytheist
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Appearance: Flesh is roughly the same color as marble and roughly as smooth, hair is cut short but mostly unkempt and the natural color at this point in time is sliver, clean shaven and well-groomed in most aspects in regards to one visage. Two elongated canines adorn his upper grouping of teeth which in the most part may as well be known as fangs. Eyes are pale and similar in appearance to one whom is blind though he can see though only with the aid of glasses. Body structure is slender but toned some muscle tone along the abdomen and pectorals as well bicep and forearms. Near lifeless appearing eyes, a deep scar running along the right side of his throat just above the jugular artery, wide puncher wound scar over the left side of his chest; numerous tattoo’s along both arms and back.
Personality: A perfect gentleman in the public eye, centuries of interacting with Kine and Kindred alike has left the Ancient an extremely skilled orator; deploying a fine tact to any social situation. Though on the other hand he’s a chain smoking alcoholic, when provoked he is quite cold and stoic. Given costless centuries of nobility and living the “high life” any slight against him in a manner thought rude creates a strong air of discontent which makes him out to be crass and extremely condescending. In life as a solider fear is one thing the Ancient never shows despite the company, never truly intimidated by any creature.
Interests: Fine Attire, Automobiles, Art, Music, Architecture, Literature, Alcohol, the Occult, History, Dancing, Sparring etc.
Skills: Multilingual, natural orator, highly experienced in hand to hand and bladed combat, novice marksman, skilled driver and pianist.
History: Born outside of Londonium in 320 a.d. in the Roman Province of Britannia, His father was Marcus Gaius de Romanius, the adviser to provincial governor as well as retired general of the Western Roman Legion and his mother, Julia, a town "healer" as well though unknown to him at the time birth and in his youth, a Carpathian priestess to the goddess Selene or Lvna. This was not brought to his attention till well after his 600 hundredth birth day by his grandfather and Carpathian lord, Dante Saint Clair. Mikhail was not fully aware of what he was until the turn of the millennium roughly around the year 1066 which was around the same time as the Norman Conquest of Great Britain. Regardless, what made him whole was a conversion conducted by his grandfather. Mikhail for a time was not an only child; his family was blessed with a daughter though after four years of constant illness; passed away. This drove Marcus to detest his son and made Julia grow even closer to her remaining child. As a youth, he was brought up as any young Roman would have been being of a noble house; leaving him well round and highly educated.
For the most part, his life was a good one by the standards of the day and even more so, his mother guided him down a path to better understand the ways of the earth and the goddess. Though he was unaware of his mother’s true nature, he caught on with ease and this ability grew in strength after his conversion accompanied by centuries of training. Alas, not all would be forever blissful; at the age of 16. Julia passed away, this all together drove Marcus and Mikhail apart. At the age of 17 he joined the legion and within a few more years he had moved up within the ranks of the Centurions. In his early 20's he carried through his first tour of combat. At 25, he was promoted once again; after the events in which made him what he truly was, being left by his grandfather to find himself; Mikhail stayed within his family’s home for a near three decades until the fall of the Western Empire in 476 AD.; he decided from there on out that the world was not meant for him. So he went to ground and there he rested for nearly five hundred years until the drums of war echoed throughout the Isles of Britain and drew him from that deep slumber. Sadly, to his surprise; the world was nothing like he remembered.
The beauty and glory of Rome was gone and the world was barely getting by, atop that; only those loyal to the Christian god could speak his tongue. It had seemed that Latin had died with Rome and was only held by the Church, for many years he kept to the abbey not far from the remains of his family’s villa. After learning the ways of this new world and the tongue of both the common people and the ruling class, he ventured forth from the abbey and across the channel into the old world. There he was confronted by the man who had made him whole, at his point Dante was far kinder and told him who and what Mikhail was to him and all those like them. This made him feel part of something once again, Dante appointed him the Guardian of his eldest daughter, Isabella; during this time the Vampires were becoming more and more hostile towards their people and a strange illness began to overtake them as a whole.
Many years past and he grown stronger in the ways of his people, and in this time Isabella had taken her mate and the year was 1500; Dante’s mate had borne her last child. Another daughter by the name of Chloe, just as before she was taken care of and raised just the same; though unknown to Dante. Mikhail had taken on many masks in which to hide himself within the human world, many were sins in the eyes of the Carpathian and others were simple fancies that Mikhail could not forsake. None the less, no more than a century after the birth of Chloe, the family home was over taken and destroyed by warlords and their hordes. The whole house save but Mikhail and Chloe laid to waste by their attackers, Mikhail himself was almost killed while saving the child from the monsters in which brought themselves upon them; severely wounded and close to death, he hid himself within the earth; using the power in which was given by his people to slowly mend the broken body. Unknown to him this had taken months and no trace of the child could be found; for a near two hundred years; he swore vengeance against a most soulless and cruel a creature and slain thousands before it was said and done.
As the 20th century came to light, he could feel a change deep within him; in his heart he knew what it was. It seemed that pure willpower was not enough; at best guess he would have maybe two centuries to find a mate. Yes he could have returned to the beloved dark prince but at that point, those who were left in the world meant nothing to him. The year was 1917 and the November Revolution unseated the last of the Czar’s, the world had changing once again and this time it was revolution against another government and this one was highly against a powerful and ruling upper class in which in he was a part of. For the first time in nearly over a millennia and a half the Carpathian journeyed home, the Britain that greeted that old soul was nothing close to anything he remember; of course news over the centuries reached him in France and Russia about the shift within the Isle but it didn’t quite compare to seeing such with his own eyes. No more than 15 years or so and one war later, all of Britain was thrown into the jaws of the Nazi war machine; Mikhail choose to ignore so many conflicts amongst the Kine across the countless centuries but this one could not be left to chance. In 1932 under the best guise manageable the Carpathian joined the Royal Marines, he watched the anguish and horror both Kine and Kindred brought upon themselves first hand; in 46’ the horrors came to be too much and a new start in a new world was the only comfort left to him.
So there he ventured to the new world; within a few decades he had bounced around from New York to L.A and all points in between. At that point in his life, he had searched the new world for another like him and for the most part he was looking for the other half of his soul because his fight day to day with the darkness buried in his soul was turning into a losing battle. As the 21th century rolled around… he found not a one that could be called his other half. Again, the year was 2008; Mikhail had placed himself within the realm of the immortals and creatures of the unnatural. One night, as he traveled; a small tavern took his attention. As his vibrant blue eyes scanned over the building in which held within the middle of a massive forest, he sighed as he thought to himself, “What harm could one tavern hold.”
As it turned out, he would fall in love with this place and those within it, some more so than others; in many respects Mikhail was more human in regards to his emotion than that of his Carpathian brothers and sisters, he had taken fancy to a beautiful barkeep and such was a relation hidden in shadow until one day he simply could not hid his feelings. He wanted to make this woman his wife, even though he felt not the bond in which made a true life mate. For many a week, he lived happily but not all was as it seemed; she turned against him and this broke his heart. For days on end he would drink himself into a stupor, it would take the efforts of a friend that the Ancient had made to pull himself into the light or so to speak; he remember than LVNA loved him and so did the family that took him in.
After a number of trails and tabulations; Decades of fighting the natural order to keep alive, struggling to raise a child that only brought him pain; watching life and life fleet before his eyes as it always did. there came a girl. A kinsman and for all the wrong reasons he dove in, it was doomed from the start. Without even waiting, he would take her as his mate and no other and not more than a month later then were joined as mates; their souls were one and for the first time in almost 1500 years Mikhail was at peace. But again, fate held other ideas; No more than a few weeks after their joining. The woman that Mikhail had given his heart and soul to, passed in child birth and by all respects he should have died with her then and there. Once again that unrelenting will drove him from that nearly earth shattering moment, something compelled him to keep going.
He fought and fought and fought, against his people; for the Kindred. Sometimes only for himself, it never worked out in his favor; save for one battle. Those forty some odd years running around France, fluttering about the land down under; trying to love and be loved yet never getting close enough. Fate gave him what he truly needed though at the time he did not understand the cost. Light was lost to him, the world was grey and so was everyone in it but not her; never her. For art he had told himself at first, the moment they spoke and he said the strangest thing to himself; "She has such beautiful violet eyes" It was as if Zeus had struck him with lightening, the world slowly bled into color those following weeks, the lies he told the Kindred; the lies he told the woman who raised his childe by Cammie law. It only got worse until it got better.
To buy the Prince, to save the Prince... to please the Dark Prince, he bought his way out of Australia; he lied his way out of the court of Dark Prince Dubrinksy but sold her soul in the process. It pained him, it enraged him and that rage nearly toppled a mountain but he watched for three nights. She was then made kin, she was Carpathian and now he paid their devil its due. Away he ran with her to Italy, oh how he fought for her heart and oh did it soar through the evergreen fields of Elysium; life mates were they. Bounded until the end of time, the goddess giveth... the goddess taketh. In the land of the rising sun, years after he saved a beautiful rainbow haired child... after he ushered so many to safety. They basked in their trip to a land neither had ever seen before, alas... the goddess taketh. Labor came early, the child came early and there in Nagasaki he was born and there she would remain.
It never ended the struggle, life without her; he could not imagine and he wouldn't. Every financial muscle was flexed, millions spent away to keep her alive and she lived but only in his dreams; asleep she was to the world. So the child was a boy... the boy named after their fathers...Alexander and Marcus. Yet he could not raise him, in vain for nearly ten years he tried and one day he walked away, the older man; the Frenchman. Raised the boy until his dying day, the Carpathian traveled every corner to save her and hide from him. The goddess giveth... and she did, nearly three decades had passed; his sleeping beauty brought his world to pieces the day she woke. He was whole again, his love, his Hecate. The Ancient casts his gaze upon a city waiting to be taken, one Kindred at a time or every last soul; for none will bring him down and none will stand in his way. Because for her, he would topple mountain's; raise the seas to swallow the lands. For her, he would set the world ablaze. All he does now, he does for her.
Nickname(s): Mik, Mikky or the Old Man
Species / Clan: Carpathian
Status: Undisclosed
Age: 1718
Age Appearance: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Country of Origin – Roman providence of Britannia (England)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 6’2
Weight: 180 lbs.
Religious beliefs: Pagan/Polytheist
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Appearance: Flesh is roughly the same color as marble and roughly as smooth, hair is cut short but mostly unkempt and the natural color at this point in time is sliver, clean shaven and well-groomed in most aspects in regards to one visage. Two elongated canines adorn his upper grouping of teeth which in the most part may as well be known as fangs. Eyes are pale and similar in appearance to one whom is blind though he can see though only with the aid of glasses. Body structure is slender but toned some muscle tone along the abdomen and pectorals as well bicep and forearms. Near lifeless appearing eyes, a deep scar running along the right side of his throat just above the jugular artery, wide puncher wound scar over the left side of his chest; numerous tattoo’s along both arms and back.
Personality: A perfect gentleman in the public eye, centuries of interacting with Kine and Kindred alike has left the Ancient an extremely skilled orator; deploying a fine tact to any social situation. Though on the other hand he’s a chain smoking alcoholic, when provoked he is quite cold and stoic. Given costless centuries of nobility and living the “high life” any slight against him in a manner thought rude creates a strong air of discontent which makes him out to be crass and extremely condescending. In life as a solider fear is one thing the Ancient never shows despite the company, never truly intimidated by any creature.
Interests: Fine Attire, Automobiles, Art, Music, Architecture, Literature, Alcohol, the Occult, History, Dancing, Sparring etc.
Skills: Multilingual, natural orator, highly experienced in hand to hand and bladed combat, novice marksman, skilled driver and pianist.
History: Born outside of Londonium in 320 a.d. in the Roman Province of Britannia, His father was Marcus Gaius de Romanius, the adviser to provincial governor as well as retired general of the Western Roman Legion and his mother, Julia, a town "healer" as well though unknown to him at the time birth and in his youth, a Carpathian priestess to the goddess Selene or Lvna. This was not brought to his attention till well after his 600 hundredth birth day by his grandfather and Carpathian lord, Dante Saint Clair. Mikhail was not fully aware of what he was until the turn of the millennium roughly around the year 1066 which was around the same time as the Norman Conquest of Great Britain. Regardless, what made him whole was a conversion conducted by his grandfather. Mikhail for a time was not an only child; his family was blessed with a daughter though after four years of constant illness; passed away. This drove Marcus to detest his son and made Julia grow even closer to her remaining child. As a youth, he was brought up as any young Roman would have been being of a noble house; leaving him well round and highly educated.
For the most part, his life was a good one by the standards of the day and even more so, his mother guided him down a path to better understand the ways of the earth and the goddess. Though he was unaware of his mother’s true nature, he caught on with ease and this ability grew in strength after his conversion accompanied by centuries of training. Alas, not all would be forever blissful; at the age of 16. Julia passed away, this all together drove Marcus and Mikhail apart. At the age of 17 he joined the legion and within a few more years he had moved up within the ranks of the Centurions. In his early 20's he carried through his first tour of combat. At 25, he was promoted once again; after the events in which made him what he truly was, being left by his grandfather to find himself; Mikhail stayed within his family’s home for a near three decades until the fall of the Western Empire in 476 AD.; he decided from there on out that the world was not meant for him. So he went to ground and there he rested for nearly five hundred years until the drums of war echoed throughout the Isles of Britain and drew him from that deep slumber. Sadly, to his surprise; the world was nothing like he remembered.
The beauty and glory of Rome was gone and the world was barely getting by, atop that; only those loyal to the Christian god could speak his tongue. It had seemed that Latin had died with Rome and was only held by the Church, for many years he kept to the abbey not far from the remains of his family’s villa. After learning the ways of this new world and the tongue of both the common people and the ruling class, he ventured forth from the abbey and across the channel into the old world. There he was confronted by the man who had made him whole, at his point Dante was far kinder and told him who and what Mikhail was to him and all those like them. This made him feel part of something once again, Dante appointed him the Guardian of his eldest daughter, Isabella; during this time the Vampires were becoming more and more hostile towards their people and a strange illness began to overtake them as a whole.
Many years past and he grown stronger in the ways of his people, and in this time Isabella had taken her mate and the year was 1500; Dante’s mate had borne her last child. Another daughter by the name of Chloe, just as before she was taken care of and raised just the same; though unknown to Dante. Mikhail had taken on many masks in which to hide himself within the human world, many were sins in the eyes of the Carpathian and others were simple fancies that Mikhail could not forsake. None the less, no more than a century after the birth of Chloe, the family home was over taken and destroyed by warlords and their hordes. The whole house save but Mikhail and Chloe laid to waste by their attackers, Mikhail himself was almost killed while saving the child from the monsters in which brought themselves upon them; severely wounded and close to death, he hid himself within the earth; using the power in which was given by his people to slowly mend the broken body. Unknown to him this had taken months and no trace of the child could be found; for a near two hundred years; he swore vengeance against a most soulless and cruel a creature and slain thousands before it was said and done.
As the 20th century came to light, he could feel a change deep within him; in his heart he knew what it was. It seemed that pure willpower was not enough; at best guess he would have maybe two centuries to find a mate. Yes he could have returned to the beloved dark prince but at that point, those who were left in the world meant nothing to him. The year was 1917 and the November Revolution unseated the last of the Czar’s, the world had changing once again and this time it was revolution against another government and this one was highly against a powerful and ruling upper class in which in he was a part of. For the first time in nearly over a millennia and a half the Carpathian journeyed home, the Britain that greeted that old soul was nothing close to anything he remember; of course news over the centuries reached him in France and Russia about the shift within the Isle but it didn’t quite compare to seeing such with his own eyes. No more than 15 years or so and one war later, all of Britain was thrown into the jaws of the Nazi war machine; Mikhail choose to ignore so many conflicts amongst the Kine across the countless centuries but this one could not be left to chance. In 1932 under the best guise manageable the Carpathian joined the Royal Marines, he watched the anguish and horror both Kine and Kindred brought upon themselves first hand; in 46’ the horrors came to be too much and a new start in a new world was the only comfort left to him.
So there he ventured to the new world; within a few decades he had bounced around from New York to L.A and all points in between. At that point in his life, he had searched the new world for another like him and for the most part he was looking for the other half of his soul because his fight day to day with the darkness buried in his soul was turning into a losing battle. As the 21th century rolled around… he found not a one that could be called his other half. Again, the year was 2008; Mikhail had placed himself within the realm of the immortals and creatures of the unnatural. One night, as he traveled; a small tavern took his attention. As his vibrant blue eyes scanned over the building in which held within the middle of a massive forest, he sighed as he thought to himself, “What harm could one tavern hold.”
As it turned out, he would fall in love with this place and those within it, some more so than others; in many respects Mikhail was more human in regards to his emotion than that of his Carpathian brothers and sisters, he had taken fancy to a beautiful barkeep and such was a relation hidden in shadow until one day he simply could not hid his feelings. He wanted to make this woman his wife, even though he felt not the bond in which made a true life mate. For many a week, he lived happily but not all was as it seemed; she turned against him and this broke his heart. For days on end he would drink himself into a stupor, it would take the efforts of a friend that the Ancient had made to pull himself into the light or so to speak; he remember than LVNA loved him and so did the family that took him in.
After a number of trails and tabulations; Decades of fighting the natural order to keep alive, struggling to raise a child that only brought him pain; watching life and life fleet before his eyes as it always did. there came a girl. A kinsman and for all the wrong reasons he dove in, it was doomed from the start. Without even waiting, he would take her as his mate and no other and not more than a month later then were joined as mates; their souls were one and for the first time in almost 1500 years Mikhail was at peace. But again, fate held other ideas; No more than a few weeks after their joining. The woman that Mikhail had given his heart and soul to, passed in child birth and by all respects he should have died with her then and there. Once again that unrelenting will drove him from that nearly earth shattering moment, something compelled him to keep going.
He fought and fought and fought, against his people; for the Kindred. Sometimes only for himself, it never worked out in his favor; save for one battle. Those forty some odd years running around France, fluttering about the land down under; trying to love and be loved yet never getting close enough. Fate gave him what he truly needed though at the time he did not understand the cost. Light was lost to him, the world was grey and so was everyone in it but not her; never her. For art he had told himself at first, the moment they spoke and he said the strangest thing to himself; "She has such beautiful violet eyes" It was as if Zeus had struck him with lightening, the world slowly bled into color those following weeks, the lies he told the Kindred; the lies he told the woman who raised his childe by Cammie law. It only got worse until it got better.
To buy the Prince, to save the Prince... to please the Dark Prince, he bought his way out of Australia; he lied his way out of the court of Dark Prince Dubrinksy but sold her soul in the process. It pained him, it enraged him and that rage nearly toppled a mountain but he watched for three nights. She was then made kin, she was Carpathian and now he paid their devil its due. Away he ran with her to Italy, oh how he fought for her heart and oh did it soar through the evergreen fields of Elysium; life mates were they. Bounded until the end of time, the goddess giveth... the goddess taketh. In the land of the rising sun, years after he saved a beautiful rainbow haired child... after he ushered so many to safety. They basked in their trip to a land neither had ever seen before, alas... the goddess taketh. Labor came early, the child came early and there in Nagasaki he was born and there she would remain.
It never ended the struggle, life without her; he could not imagine and he wouldn't. Every financial muscle was flexed, millions spent away to keep her alive and she lived but only in his dreams; asleep she was to the world. So the child was a boy... the boy named after their fathers...Alexander and Marcus. Yet he could not raise him, in vain for nearly ten years he tried and one day he walked away, the older man; the Frenchman. Raised the boy until his dying day, the Carpathian traveled every corner to save her and hide from him. The goddess giveth... and she did, nearly three decades had passed; his sleeping beauty brought his world to pieces the day she woke. He was whole again, his love, his Hecate. The Ancient casts his gaze upon a city waiting to be taken, one Kindred at a time or every last soul; for none will bring him down and none will stand in his way. Because for her, he would topple mountain's; raise the seas to swallow the lands. For her, he would set the world ablaze. All he does now, he does for her.
