Post by Erik Deveroux on Jun 7, 2010 0:12:57 GMT -5
LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
ERIK DEVEROUX!
ERIK DEVEROUX!
[/center]alright, so you can call me Alex and i have been kicking it in Utah [ew] for 26 summers. i’m pulling the strings of no puppets and they go by nothing! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at musicinthedark [YIM], no problem!
LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?
full name: Erik Deveroux
how do we pronounce that?: Err-ick Dev [short e] - or - row.
nicknames: O.G., The Phantom, etc..
age & birthday: 46 & December 25
occupation: Ghost
what kind of money you making?: Erik is outside the classes of society, but would consider himself upper class. He does have a fair bit of money still. Technically he comes from a middle-upper class family.
ethnicity: French
face claim: Charles Dance
appearance: Erik's whole appearance is a distinguishing feature in and of itself. He stands at well over 6 feet tall, towering over most others. He is rail thin, bordering on skeletal. He has, on occasion, been described as a living corpse, though he resents this. He has hands that are slightly larger than they should be, with long elegant fingers. His hair is not thick, but he's learned techniques to disguise this fact. It's a deep chestnut color, but has darkened somewhat due to the lack of sun he gets.
His face is what really sets him apart from others. A true death's head, it has papery thin skin that is the color of parchment. All the veins can be seen, which only adds to the grotesqueness. He is lacking a nose, and his lips are barely there, pulling tight across his teeth. Finally, his eyes are mismatched. One is a deep blue green, while the other is an astonishing gold. They both darken when he feels strong emotions. His voice is one that can freeze you in your tracks in it's beauty, though he rarely uses it these days. Finally, he moves like a large cat, making his every movement sensual.
I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.
likes:
Composing
Architecture
Reading
Meddling with management [this is a past time]
Helping hurt and abandoned animals
Magic
Morphine
Playing music
Listening to others play
Singing [himself and others]
Medicine [learning new techniques]
Inventing things
Christine [though he's struggling to get over her]
Beauty [though he doesn't have it himself, as he sees it.]
dislikes:
Abusers
People who can't sing
People who can't play instruments
Divas who are full of themselves
Busy bodies
Loneliness
Pain
Raoul
His mother
Freak shows
Writer's Block
fears:
Being on display again
Being alone
Finding love only to have it torn from him.
habits:
Pacing when he's upset
Using morphine to calm his nerves
Tapping his fingers when he's deep in thought or angry
strengths:
High Intelligence
His voice
Leadership qualities [even if he doesn't see them/realize he has them]
Stubbornness
Musical abilities
Strength of will and body
weakness:
His mask
Hot temper
Morphine
Social ineptness
goals:
To compose a masterpiece the world will love [even if they don't love him]
To find love
To be able to move on and forget Christine [not so easy for him.]
secret(s):
Killed many more men than people realize
Most to all of his past is unknown to people
Secret romantic, though he'll deny it to his dying breath.
personality: Erik is completely unpredictable. One is never sure what he's going to do or how he's going to react to something. Sometimes something might not bother him at all, but you turn around and 10 minutes later he'll blow a gasket because of it. This extends to most things, but especially to music, how he's treated, and how those he cares about are treated.
He is secretive to the extreme. He refuses to give details about himself and can be downright unpleasant - bordering on violent - to those who pry. He has been known to actually lose his temper and harm [or even kill] someone if they don't get the picture the first time. There are rare exceptions to this, and even he can't tell you what makes them an exception.
He hurts, constantly, and is obsessive about things to the degree that he loses sleep over something that bothers him. He also loses sleep if he's got a composition or idea stuck in his head, and cannot rest until it's on paper or constructed - at least in mini form. He is protective of hurt things -whether they be human or animal, and has found himself acting uncharacteristic when faced with their pain.
He is extremely touchy when it comes to his face, and will kill anyone who even attempts to remove or even touch his mask. He is also afraid to open himself up again, since the last time he did he was hurt badly. He has, because of this, shut himself off, becoming cold and near to emotionless.
When allowed to be, he is extremely passionate, especially about music and theatre, though he is incredibly opinionated and does not tolerate disagreements. To oppose him, if one is lucky enough to even talk to him [rare!], is to court death if he's in the wrong mood.
Erik's intelligence lends itself well to his personality and he is well read and versed in practically any subject one could bring up. He has a fascination with medicine, and how the human body works. He has absolutely no qualms about dissecting a human if he found one he could study. He can be rather calloused and cold sometimes when it comes to the welfare of other human beings - especially as he does not consider himself to be human. He would gladly kill and provide his beloved pets [Ayesha at present] with human flesh if it meant keeping them alive.
Erik can be sadistic at times, and has a wicked sense of humor that many would find to be off-putting. He doesn't really give a damn about others opinions about his humor, or really himself in general, since he believes that the only thing that makes anyone interested in him is his voice and his face. The former because it's the only portion of himself he can stand, and the latter because of how many people have paid to see him when he was either on display or traveling of his own accord with the fairs. This sense of humor does not lend itself to his friendship with Nadir, who would rather he just 'relax'. The stick in the mud attitude from one of his only friends seems only to encourage Erik to misbehave.
Erik knows exactly why he acts out around those who know him - he desires attention. Any and all attention. And though he doesn't really like the negative attention, in his mind it somehow seems better than being completely ignored. He's worked hard to overcome this, but hasn't quite succeeded. Especially where Nadir's wallet and pocket watch are concerned.
The lonely soul that hides behind a mask isn't just physical. The mental issues brought up by being lonely leave him depressed and angry much of the time. He has severe depressions that spiral out of control sometimes, leaving him in a black pit that he sometimes does not think he can climb out of. The other extreme of this is a mania where he cannot sleep, eat, or be bothered with really anything but what he happens to be focused on at that moment. Usually this means music, and he'll compose until he can no longer function, at which time he passes out for sometimes days on end. These manias are not always bouts of activity either. On some occasions they manifest as a dark anger that seethes just under the surface, threatening to erupt at the slightest thing.
Erik's temper, even when not affected by the emotional roller coaster he is sometimes subjected to, is nothing to be trifled with. He has a short fuse, and has been known to go off on someone for the slightest of things. But to really anger him, and not just trigger a temper fit, is to court death. Crossing his orders, especially if he views them as important, is not a wise thing. He rarely gives orders to anyone, though when he does it's usually for their own good, or the good of the establishment he calls home. With the abandonment of the Opera, and his living elsewhere, these orders have been aimed at Mme Giry, Nadir, and Darius.
Erik has little to no self esteem and would rather break a mirror than look into it. He hates his face, he hates his body, and he hates himself. This self loathing has caused issues at times, and has left him in many of those depressions mentioned earlier. It also adds to the touchiness he feels for his face as he does not think anyone else could truly care about him, even when facing the facts. [Nadir and Mme Giry]... He oft times believes the world would be a better place without him in it, but he has never been able to bring himself to actually do the dirty deed and be done with it. The only time he came close he was rudely interrupted by a gypsy girl and then terrorized by his owner at the freak show.
Erik is not able to really understand the difference between right and wrong, often times finding other people's ideas of justice to be ridiculous. There is no black and white for him, but rather shades of grey. He, therefore, does what he pleases, when he pleases, consequences be damned. This has been known to get him [and those who look after him] into trouble with the law and neighbors, as taking food, clothing, money, or whatever else Erik wants has become a habit.
YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?
[/CENTER]sexuality: Heterosexual
turn ons: A curvy figure - he likes his women to look healthy, and a bit of meat on them means they're eating well and taken care of. A beautiful voice is a must for him. Kindness. Intelligence. A love of music.
turn offs: Know it alls, an ineptness in music, low intelligence, no common sense, intolerance - especially to those like him. Sticks that look like they'll break. [There's a difference between thin and an unhealthy stick.]
SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!
[/CENTER]mother: Madeleine Deveroux nee Dechesne
father: Charles Deveroux
siblings: None known.
spouse: N/A
children: N/A
other relatives: Unknown
pets: A Siamese cat named Aeysha
hometown: Boscherville [I'm not sure on spelling.]
current residence: Small flat that his Persian friend got for him. [No one other than Nadir and Mme Giry know where he is, I suspect.]
history: Erik was born in Boscherville in the 1830s to Madeleine and Charles Deveroux. His father was killed before he was born, and his appearance was such that his mother rejected him from the start. He lived with her for nine years, developing his talents - his music, his talents with architecture, before an incident made him really look at his life. A group of kids from the village attacked his dog and broke windows in his mother's house, and fearing that she would be next, he ran away.
He was captured not long after by a crude man who ran a traveling freak show. The gypsies tolerated him because he brought in money. Many things were learned during this time, including many of the secrets of the gypsy medicine woman, but Erik's biggest lesson came on the day that he grew depressed enough to try to take his life. Never trust another. First a gypsy tried to frame him, and then when he tried to run the crude owner hurt him in ways he still can't think about. Killing the man was his only escape.
He traveled for several years after that, taking up residence with a man named Giovanni who gave him further skills in architecture, and who also further strengthened his distrust in the human race. He looked at the man as his father, and when the man suddenly let his daughter come home, who proceeded to terrorize Erik, it was painful and disheartening. Things came to a head when he was forced to remove his mask and reveal himself to both of them. The daughter was so horrified that she fell to her death.
Escaping, and thinking that Giovanni hated him, he again traveled with a fair. Performing his shows, revealing his face only when he absolutely had to, he was eventually convinced to travel to Persia and build a palace for the Shah. His time there was rife with danger and he became quite embittered and addicted to several drugs. It tainted him in ways he still doesn't fully understand. When it became clear he was to be killed to protect the secrets of the palace, his friend Nadir [the man who'd brought him there] helped him to escape.
Traveling again, he made his way back to France. Getting a commission to help build the Opera Populaire, he was on his way to meet with the foreman when he was attacked and dragged into another freak show. He spent some time there, the three owners crippling his right leg. Eventually he was able to escape, once again killing, but his leg was never quite the same. He was assisted in escaping by a young Mme Giry, who'd seen his suffering.
Lurking there, he began to add secret passages, and to stretch his injured leg. Using ballet techniques that the young Giry showed him, he eventually gained the full use of his leg, though a slight [almost imperceptible] limp remained. He overheard a conversation at one point, those involved in the conversation remarking that the place needed a ghost.
Who better to apply for the job than one who was already cursed to live a life apart, and who needed money? A small wage -- 20,000 francs a month, and his own private box -- Box 5 -- and he was set. The managers were superstitious and too afraid of the consequences warned of to argue.
But all would not remain as it was. One day on his way back from a trip later in the evening, [just before an opera was to start], he hailed a cab when the skies opened up on him, and ran right into his old friend Nadir, who was attempting to take the same cab. Finding out that the man had been in prison for 5 years for helping him to escape, he felt a pang of guilt. When told that Nadir had a season ticket, but only for the main floor, he told his friend he'd get him a seasonal box.
When viewed suspiciously, he passed it off as he'd been one of the owners. Satisfied, Nadir didn't question him. But weeks later, when a letter addressed to 'O.G.' appeared in his private box, in Nadir's handwriting. Coming clean, the two were now at odds, as Nadir thought he'd wasted his life and regretted saving it in Persia. Warned that his friend would reveal all he knew to the police at the first unexplained death, Erik left, bitter, angry, and ashamed.
It was only a short time later that she caught his attention. She looked just like his mother, and had the voice of an angel. But she had no soul behind her voice. Watching her, he determined that he needed to avoid her at all possible costs... But her voice and face were like a siren's call to him. She became an obsession. And obsession that also caused raging fires in his blood because he lusted after her. Feeling shame, he tried to stop following her, watching her, but to no avail. Christine Daae, the Gods smiled when they imagined you....
And then one day she came in to her dressing room and he could resist no longer. She'd spoken to her dead father of an Angel of Music. He determined that he could be that angel. So began her lessons, and his intense obsession. She could sing only for him, and she would be only for him. Those were the terms if he was going to teach her. She agreed.
All seemed to be going well until a particularly handsome young Viscomte returned home. Raoul de Chagny. He was a childhood friend of Christine's. The two soon began to talk again, and Erik became aware of the budding romance between them. In anger, he told Christine he would no longer teach her, as she had gone back on her word. Hysterical, she begged him to return, promising that she wouldn't speak to Raoul again. After a week of agony for both of them, he agreed.
But it wasn't long before jealousy caused him to take her to his home below the opera house. By this time, he'd sold his mother's home and had moved the furniture to his own underground home. Feeling that he had the perfect place to keep her and to try to win her over as she would now know who he was, and the deception he'd done..... he went into action.
But all was not well. The morning after he'd abducted her, she snuck up on him while he was composing, and unmasked him, much to his dismay. The violent reaction was such that he almost killed her and it took every bit of his self control to let her go. Several weeks passed before he was sure things were safe again. Several weeks that he'd supposed to have met Nadir during, which left a pressing problem.
Going to visit his friend, Nadir immediately questioned him as to the girl's whereabouts and made him feel like a heel. Finally leaving, he determined that he would have to take her back. Though he feared that she would reject him and never return.
She didn't though, and continued with the training. But not long after Raoul came into the picture again, and she confessed her fears to him, beginning to play at being engaged with the man. When it became apparent that things were not going as planned, with anything, Erik threatened the current mangers, who'd been less than willing to cooperate with him on anything.
The current diva, who could not carry a tune in a bucket, had been cast in the leading role, leaving Christine to play the silent part. This angered Erik, and that anger only intensified when Raoul sat in box 5. Disrupting the performance, killing a stagehand who'd become far too curious for his own good, and then retreating to the roof, he was surprised by the young couple also appearing there.
Listening in disbelief to Christine betray all his secrets, he vowed to retreat, refusing to have anything to do with anything topside. This lasted for six months, in which Christine received only three lessons. Then, at the new years ball, a frightening red death appeared, terrorizing the guests before singling out the management. After a few not so veiled threats, he presented them with an opera they were to play, his own Don Juan Triumphant.
This did not go over well, and it wasn't long before more controversy arrived. Carlotta did not like how small a role she'd been given, Piangi didn't like the chaotic notes in the piece, and Christine did not want to star. But the fear of the Phantom kept them doing it.
After a particularly long day of rehearsal, Christine went to visit her father's grave, followed closely by Erik and Raoul. After a failed attempt at getting Christine to return to him, Raoul and Erik clashed, first with words, then with swords. At first they were evenly matched, but then Raoul gained the upper hand. When he was about to deal the death blow, Christine stopped him, shocking and hurting Erik with her 'Not like this." comment to Raoul.
Realizing that she didn't feel as he did, he swore war upon them both, and retreated to his home. No one was quite sure what was going to happen then, as he seemed to disappear again, up until just before the opera was to begin. Hiding himself behind the scenes, he waited until a crucial moment, and then switched places with Piangi. But all did not go as planned. The tenor struggled, and in trying to keep him silent, Erik accidentally killed him.
Forced to go out on stage, he sang his part, as did Christine, until she realized it was him. Forcing her to stay onstage with him, they finished the duet. But Christine had another betrayal for Erik. Pulling the hood down and revealing to everyone that it was indeed the Phantom and not Piangi, Erik froze. Deciding to go for it, he plead with Christine, asking her to save him from his solitude, to accept him for who he was. Her answer? Pulling his mask off in front of everyone to reveal the deformity he hid in shame.
Horrified, and in agony over yet another betrayal, Erik dragged Christine below with him. Nadir was gone on a trip, but Mme Giry was, as always there, and led Raoul part way below, leaving him to find his way to Erik's home. When he arrived, Erik used his life to threaten Christine, but eventually she won him over with a single kiss. A bribe kiss, as he knew well, but a kiss none-the-less. Defeated, and knowing he could never have her, he let Raoul and Christine go.
When Christine chose the Vicomte de Chagny as her suitor, rather than Erik, he almost lost himself to the depression again. His face and personality were not something a childlike girl like her could handle. After the opera was destroyed, Mme Giry and Nadir [who had been gone during the events] hid him in Nadir's flat, then purchased the flat next to his for Erik to hide in. On the outside it looks empty, or like Nadir expanded into it. But inside, it's a totally different residence.
IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?
[/CENTER]member title: The Phantom[/size]
i know you read the rules: -ADMIN EDIT-
impress me, baby:
This is from a game I GM on RPoL, but it's a good sample of my writing.The past four years had been Hell. More than Hell. The figure that moved through the wilderness outside of the small settlements around Rocket Town was weary. It didn't have many memories or many feelings left. Most often the demon, if one could call the being that, took over and ensured they stayed reasonably well. If starving, freezing, and wandering the lands aimlessly could be considered 'reasonably' well.
A cave had been the ragged looking individual's home for the last year. The year had been spent mostly in fear, looking over his shoulder and praying that the scientists who'd stolen his past from him hadn't caught up.
Occasionally the black and red clad man had flashes of his past. Faces, locations, voices... sometimes a whole memory of an event. There were five faces that haunted him the most. A coarse and rough man with a strong accent and short blonde hair who always had a soft smile for him - this memory hurt, though he didn't know why, a woman named Lucrecia who inspired a mixture of rage and sorrow and something else he couldn't place, a man with long dark hair in a ponytail and an unsettling laugh that caused nightmares, a man he was sure was his father, and a young girl who was mouthy, with short black hair and a large four pointed weapon. She was friendly, and though memories of irritation surfaced, so did a kind of amusement.
These were all short lived however, because every time a memory tried to surface, so to did a head splitting migraine that caused the figure to curl into a ball and wish the faces, voices, and other memories away with the pain.
It was usually after one of these bouts that the demon came out. Most thought that he was instinct only. He knew the beast's name. Chaos. And though he was afraid of what the being would do, he was never afraid of being hurt by Chaos. Chaos was able to talk, and reason, but rarely chose to speak. Lately though, he'd taken to insulting his host, trying to push him to remember. It seemed he too missed those people who the man occasionally remembered.
He'd been the one with the idea to go to Rocket Town. But it was unfortunate for both of them that his nature often interfered, causing him to wreak havoc instead of moving toward the blonde haired man and the answers they both wanted the leather clad man to get. The last incident had decided both of them on their current course: away from all towns until Rocket Town. The leather clad man wasn't sure why he knew the name or why it seemed so familiar, only that it did.
Chaos found this to be terribly aggravating and was constantly telling his host so. But it didn't stop him from anticipating the return to the town, either. In fact, the lack of memories and the fear that the red cloaked man felt only seemed to spur the demonic-like creature to move them faster toward the town. "Cid will help you, Vincent. He'll know what to do and how to fix us."
That's what Chaos kept promising, but the figure wasn't so sure. They were only about 100 klicks from town, but the closer they got, the more apprehensive he got.
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