Post by Viktor Solomon Vance on Aug 20, 2009 18:27:18 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Viktor Solomon Vance
Nickname: Vik, Solo, Solomon
Age: 62 (Frozen at 32)
Appearance
Looks:
Viktor stands at 5’11, he never slouches, which usually makes him appear even taller and a little intimidating to some. His hair is cut rather short and he normally has a bit of stubble, mostly because he doesn’t care enough about what others think of his physical appearance. He has red eyes, that are sometimes appear black, and often warrant questions from mundanes on where he bought his contacts.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: Tattoo on left arm
Portrayed by: (may include photo here)
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality:
Viktor has two sides to him. On the one hand he can be rather charming. He is not exactly a gentleman, but he can be depending on the possible wins for his actions. He is often found wearing a suit and tie, though jeans and a collared shirt can also be found in his personal collection of garments. One can say he collects wallets, but that’s more so because he collects wallets and things of value from his victims. (Those of which are normally pretty women, those of latin descent or African American. It’s his personal mocking on “the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.” But, really he doesn’t discriminate.)
The other side is the one he most often shows the world. Viktor is sarcastic, and has a devil may care type of attitude. He has a bit of a temper but can normally mask it, at least when it really matters. He isn’t one for following rules, and thinks they're for pansies. He finds optimistic people to be lacking in their judgment, and often finds enjoyment in proving himself right.
Species: Vampire
Abilities: Piano
Occupation: None at the moment...Wandering
Car: Whatever he decides looks best that night
History:
Birthplace: Birmingham, England
Family:
Mother: Marina Vance (mundane)
Father: Solomon Vance (mundane)
Sister: Jezaneen Vance (mundane)
Ex-Wife: Jennifer Vance (deceased)
Son: Michael Joseph Vance (mundane, where abouts unknown)
Friends: None
History:
Viktor Solomon Vance was born a single child to Marina and Solomon Vance. His father was a conductor for a well known Orchestra in Birmingham, England where he was born. At the tender age of seven his father began instructing him on how to read and write music, as his mother taught him his piano lessons. Solomon, though very respected in the music realm was beginning to lose that respect as his addiction to alcohol became more and more apparent to the people around him, he swore that his son would be a child protégé.
One evening after the boy’s recital he arrived at home to find his mother being beaten by Solomon. He watched in complete shock from the hallway as his mother cried out in pain holding her pregnant belly away from her maddened husband. It took only seconds for him to rush to his mother’s assistance. Being a scrawny, and well behaved twelve your old boy he opted for his father to let him take the brunt of the viscous attack by making his way in front of Solomon’s punches. This only enraged the man further who then took all his energy out on making sure the boy would learn not to meddle in his parents affairs.
Viktor’s last memory that night was watching his father leave with a pretty blonde woman, as his mother held him closely crying…silently.
Months later after they moved to America his mother gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Jezaneen, after the first song Viktor wrote when he was nine and a half. (Jezaneen, was a girl from class, his first crush.)
After years of college Viktor was now a psychiatrist for Mount Sinai Hospital. As he did most nights he headed home from a long days work, where his wife and child would be waiting. Michael, his infant son, was his pride and joy and Viktor couldn’t imagine wanting to be anything like his father. When he arrived home that night though, something was very different, the lights inside were all out, except for a faint twinkling from the dark windows.
He locked the car, and opened the large oak door to the home only to find a table a few feet in. There were roses on the floor leading to it and up the spiral stairs, and Viktor smiled at the thought of what was to come. He picked up the paper scrawled with pretty cursive ink and chuckled to himself before setting it down and following the trail of red roses. When he got to their bedroom and opened the door he could feel the bile rise in his throat.
There, his wives wrists were tied to the canopy over the bed. Blood caked on the pale white sheets, in her hair, and covering her naked body. He rushed to her side, and checked for a pulse. The body was cold, she’d been dead for hours. The sound of a woman’s sadistic giggle erupted from the door way.
His eyes fell upon one of his patients, a beautiful woman of mixed nationality, her black hair falling to her waist in large waves. “Did you think you could keep me locked away forever Doctor,” she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper. “I told you,” she began, “ I get what I want, you just decided to make it harder on yourself,” she said nodding toward his wives limp body.
“Michael!” He shouted. Then all turned to black.
Name: Viktor Solomon Vance
Nickname: Vik, Solo, Solomon
Age: 62 (Frozen at 32)
Appearance
Looks:
Viktor stands at 5’11, he never slouches, which usually makes him appear even taller and a little intimidating to some. His hair is cut rather short and he normally has a bit of stubble, mostly because he doesn’t care enough about what others think of his physical appearance. He has red eyes, that are sometimes appear black, and often warrant questions from mundanes on where he bought his contacts.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: Tattoo on left arm
Portrayed by: (may include photo here)
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality:
Viktor has two sides to him. On the one hand he can be rather charming. He is not exactly a gentleman, but he can be depending on the possible wins for his actions. He is often found wearing a suit and tie, though jeans and a collared shirt can also be found in his personal collection of garments. One can say he collects wallets, but that’s more so because he collects wallets and things of value from his victims. (Those of which are normally pretty women, those of latin descent or African American. It’s his personal mocking on “the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.” But, really he doesn’t discriminate.)
The other side is the one he most often shows the world. Viktor is sarcastic, and has a devil may care type of attitude. He has a bit of a temper but can normally mask it, at least when it really matters. He isn’t one for following rules, and thinks they're for pansies. He finds optimistic people to be lacking in their judgment, and often finds enjoyment in proving himself right.
Species: Vampire
Abilities: Piano
Occupation: None at the moment...Wandering
Car: Whatever he decides looks best that night
History:
Birthplace: Birmingham, England
Family:
Mother: Marina Vance (mundane)
Father: Solomon Vance (mundane)
Sister: Jezaneen Vance (mundane)
Ex-Wife: Jennifer Vance (deceased)
Son: Michael Joseph Vance (mundane, where abouts unknown)
Friends: None
History:
Viktor Solomon Vance was born a single child to Marina and Solomon Vance. His father was a conductor for a well known Orchestra in Birmingham, England where he was born. At the tender age of seven his father began instructing him on how to read and write music, as his mother taught him his piano lessons. Solomon, though very respected in the music realm was beginning to lose that respect as his addiction to alcohol became more and more apparent to the people around him, he swore that his son would be a child protégé.
One evening after the boy’s recital he arrived at home to find his mother being beaten by Solomon. He watched in complete shock from the hallway as his mother cried out in pain holding her pregnant belly away from her maddened husband. It took only seconds for him to rush to his mother’s assistance. Being a scrawny, and well behaved twelve your old boy he opted for his father to let him take the brunt of the viscous attack by making his way in front of Solomon’s punches. This only enraged the man further who then took all his energy out on making sure the boy would learn not to meddle in his parents affairs.
Viktor’s last memory that night was watching his father leave with a pretty blonde woman, as his mother held him closely crying…silently.
Months later after they moved to America his mother gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Jezaneen, after the first song Viktor wrote when he was nine and a half. (Jezaneen, was a girl from class, his first crush.)
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After years of college Viktor was now a psychiatrist for Mount Sinai Hospital. As he did most nights he headed home from a long days work, where his wife and child would be waiting. Michael, his infant son, was his pride and joy and Viktor couldn’t imagine wanting to be anything like his father. When he arrived home that night though, something was very different, the lights inside were all out, except for a faint twinkling from the dark windows.
He locked the car, and opened the large oak door to the home only to find a table a few feet in. There were roses on the floor leading to it and up the spiral stairs, and Viktor smiled at the thought of what was to come. He picked up the paper scrawled with pretty cursive ink and chuckled to himself before setting it down and following the trail of red roses. When he got to their bedroom and opened the door he could feel the bile rise in his throat.
There, his wives wrists were tied to the canopy over the bed. Blood caked on the pale white sheets, in her hair, and covering her naked body. He rushed to her side, and checked for a pulse. The body was cold, she’d been dead for hours. The sound of a woman’s sadistic giggle erupted from the door way.
His eyes fell upon one of his patients, a beautiful woman of mixed nationality, her black hair falling to her waist in large waves. “Did you think you could keep me locked away forever Doctor,” she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper. “I told you,” she began, “ I get what I want, you just decided to make it harder on yourself,” she said nodding toward his wives limp body.
“Michael!” He shouted. Then all turned to black.