Christopher Cleo Flores [DONE!]

[Christopher Cleo Flores]

The Application

Introductions are important

Name: Christopher Cleo Flores
Age: 219
Race: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual by nature, but does not ignore the beauty of every sex.
Side Affiliation: Evil

First impressions are keen.

Personality:

Christopher is pitiless, depraved and to put it simply a cruel son of a bitch. He cares for no being or object except for himself. Over the many years he has armoured himself against everything, including his own emotions leaving him utterly empty void of any feeling at all. The only thing that sparks any kind of reaction from him is the hunt. He loves the hunt and treats it with its well deserved respect. Christopher will observe his victims for weeks, months, possibly even years. He learns every intimate detail about them until he knows them only as a lover should. He takes his time stalking them until he is sure he knows every detail there is to know and them presents himself into their life, moulding himself into everything they ever wanted. He hypnotizes them, incites them and steals away their heart. And once he hears that the other party has fallen for his false love, he finally reveals himself for what he truly is. The love and tenderness they knew in him disappears, flipped off as easily as a light switch. He begins to torture them, destroying everything around them that they love, everything they hold dear, and everything they even slightly care about. He picks off their family one by one, ensuring that they have a front row seat every time. He continues to stalk them, making his presence known. Ensures that they feel that nowhere is safe from him, nothing is safe from him and then he proves their fears true. Once he has driven them to the point of pure insanity, once they have nothing and are left all alone. Then and only then does he sweep in with his angelic face, saving them from their troubles with conclusion.

Hunting, that is the sweetest thing in the world to him. The music to which he dances, the wine that he drinks, the only love he will ever have for the rest of his life. His pattern is far from expected, sometimes he lets thirty years or so pass before another victim is chosen, sometimes only days. Once he turns his victim Chris simply abandons them, leaving them trapped in their own personal hell for eternity. The only common element connecting his victims is; they are always women. All women that remind him of her. Everyone in this world is motivated by something, and Christopher’s motivation is as simple as thirst, or hunger; only it just happens to be revenge. Some wounds never heal, and this is one he will not allow to. He has an utter lack of faith in the female race, finds them all to be disgusting insects that just need to be removed. He has a lust for the finer things, and can be extravagant in all areas of his life. He does so love the theatrics and is known to go all out for his victims; he may as well give them the show of their life, something they'll never forget.

Chris is a thing of disgust at this point, which may provide some explanation for his behaviour. He hates himself, he hates his fellow vampires, hates the eternal life he's been given; and yet, in some twisted lack of mental balance, he can give you a reason why he loves every single one of these things. The self-inflicted mental harm is dished out daily until he's never really sure what he likes, what he dislikes, or how to handle these things. Seeing as much of the world as he has is enough to give him reason to play games with himself, and he loves it. This sick, fucked up, lovable gentleman of a monster is not exactly deranged, simply moody. When he broods, he goes sour. When on top of things, what a suave young man you'll find yourself in cahoots with.

His main weakness simply is, he cannot resist a victim once he spots one, the victim becomes his obsession and with this it is almost as if he can see nothing but her. He also has the inability to leave a victim completely behind. He returns and watches them, sometimes toys with them again. They all remind him of her after all, and he loved her so very much. So in his own twisted kind of way, he loves all of his victims. He inflicts upon these women the pain and suffering he felt, tenfold and never finds any relief.

Don't reach too deep. You don't want to be romantically involved with Christopher, or suffer the obsession that ensues. He becomes something of a kitten twisting between one's legs oh so lovingly, quite unaware how easily he makes it for one to trip. Unlike most men, or the more respectable kind that is, Chris will continue to seek out revenge and use all resources around him to do so. This means you unsuspecting lover.


Loves:

• Dark Lipstick: Although it may seem unorthodox to say that a vampire’s highest joy is some mortal cosmetic accessory, it is true. Normally this spot would be used by something simple, and needed, something like blood; however that is not the case in this situation. Dark lipstick has always made Christopher something of puddle in the middle of a room as he finds it the most attractive thing about a woman’s appearance. Of course there are the other aspects of a woman he enjoys the smell, the taste, the sex; but most of all if she happens to be wearing the dark gloss it is that which draws him in. *spoiler note: Madeleine wore dark lipstick.
  
  
• Oranges: Coming from France, in a time period where the entire country was poverished and smelled of rotting food and human waste Christopher has grown to love the smell of Oranges. He had only been there once, to Versailles and that smell was the one that lingered there as it was custom to have Orange blossoms growing everywhere to cut out the illusion that France was dying. This smell now reminds him of the days of his youth when his mother took him to Versailles and was still very much alive.
  
  
• Blood: Well you knew it had to be somewhere around here on Christopher’s like scale as he would not be a vampire without blood. There are some who try to hold on to their humanity for years, trying every way around drinking blood of humans; however, Christopher is not one of those. From the first moment of his transformation he has hungered for human blood, the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of it. And without fail every time he hungers the vampire finds the blood he is after. This being said, blood does not rule over him. It takes a lot of strength for Christopher not to go ballistic once seeing blood on someone he likes, but it would make for a very bad obsession if his victim of choice cut herself and he simply ate her.
  
  
  
• The Smell Of Old Books: Being old himself, Christopher is drawn to objects which show age as if he is envious of their ability to age whereas he cannot. To some this smell of decaying pages may seem irritable and unclean however Chris loves this smell, and whenever living in a home for a long time he purchases stacks of old books simply to fill the house with the smell of age. This being said, Christopher also loves to read and has no problem with having large amounts of books cluttering the home because he loves reading. So the books are not wasted for their smell alone, the are read and examined for a long time.
  
  
• Playing With His Food: As is brought on by his sick obsession Christopher plays with his food, charming, and deceitful until his prey are broken down and tender. He is like a cat in this light, needing to play with the mice of his fancy to pass the time or else he would seep into madness. As mentioned Chris will "pretend" to love his victims and sooner or later after years, months, weeks of lust and sensation he leaves them with nothing. Such satisfaction is to be had by this act, that it is the only thing life gives him that makes him smile or laugh.

Hates:

• Vampire: It must be hard to hate all those of your own kind, hate them to such extremities as to wish them all destroyed at the snap of fingers. Feelings like those leave one completely alone, and in Christopher’s current state they do. Since being turned Chris has hated all vampires, the weak, the innocent and the bloodthirsty. He hates them all, going back to the maker who stole him away from a horrid mortal life and made him live through centuries of the same reoccurring nightmare.
  
  
• Blood: As much as Christopher loves blood he hates it for what it has made him into. Before this curse befell him he was not a moral citizen and yes he had killed, but being a vampire makes the boy sick to his stomach thus bringing the blood down with him.
  
  
• Fire: Getting away from depth there had to be some room for fire. Fire is the prime attribute of what Chris is frightened of as coming into contact with the element causes pain and death, and will ultimately be his end.
  
  
• Sunlight Again sunlight is one of his "hates" merely because being out in it for too long makes him weak and will ultimately kill him, and although the vampire hates being a leech, he is not quite ready to meet the ill fated end.
  
  
• Socks With Sandals: They are ugly plain and simple

Can’t take my eyes off of you

Appearance:
Frame and Complexion: Being on the taller side of the average male, Christopher stands around an even six foot. His body frame could be best described as lean, but not to the point of being slender. He is toned to create a look about him that makes him appear strong but this is nowhere near over the top. He’s no circus strong man and would much rather hide his potential strength from the quick eye and surprise his enemies later than to be so obvious and predictable as if to be asking for trouble. There are far more fun ways to do that and it wasn’t by appearance alone. As for his complexion it is slightly tanned as he tends to spend a lot of his time out during the day. He tends to go paler during the winter and when he doesn’t feed as often as he should.

Hair: Chris’s hair is naturally deep brown in color, much like his fathers. The length of it usually stops around his shoulders, but recently because of the constant style changes over the years he has chopped it off into a formal slicked back Caesar cut. However when it does grow long he normally puts it in a ponytail for either practical purposes or for the sake of decency or formality. Other than that, his body is nearly void of hair, except for his face. Christopher loves the rugged look, a contrast against his tip top appearance, and somehow the stubble on his chin and upper lip does on some occasions provide him to look older and more distinguished.

Eyes: His eyes are the most alluring feature of his appearance. Electric blue eyes, his piercing gaze can often seem like looking into a never ending ocean of several shades of blue. They are almond shape with large irises, only intensifying his stare if he is looking your way. Though, because of his vampirism, they have mutated slightly, where the color will change to a deep emerald during extreme emotion or hunger. It is almost like a way of warning to those it is directed toward. But, very little good will come from it because, if his prey is that close to notice…it is already too late.

Attire: Christopher’s clothing is a true representation of variety. There are times he looks like a prince, with all the formal equipment to go along with it, and others where he looks no better than a thief. More often than not it tends to range in between those two extremes. On the road or among others this vampire is one always to look his best as he wears suits and ties to every occasion, however on his own he prefers going back to his roots and wearing the old French rags from his past. This works when Halloween comes along every year because he doesn’t have to hide anymore, well at least that one day.

Face Claim Name: Matthew Bomer
Face Claim Picture:

I want to read you like an open book

Family
Parents:

• Mother: Camille Danaë Flores, 23 (deceased), Human
  
• Father: George Ville Flores, 42 (deceased), Human
  
• Maker: Arnaud Rocher, 553, Vampire

Siblings:

• Sister: Lydie Flores, 15 (deceased), Human
  
• Sister: Marie, 17(deceased), Human

Victims:

• Daughter: Lizabet Delorme, Vampire
  
• Daughter: Maureen Kane, Vampire
  
• Daughter: Roxie Weaver, Vampire
  
• Daughter: Valerie Ware, Vampire
  
• Daughter: Ester Ruiz, Vampire
  

Biography:

Cleo Flores was the last born child of the French farmer George Ville Flores. Something he was never proud of. Born November 12th, 1791 he's seen the world change quite a bit in his life. Though there are still those that have seen centuries more than he has. His family was poor, his parents having the misfortune of both of their elder children being girls and so Cleo was the only pair of working hands added to the family, though they soon learned that was not the case. Cleo was a weak, sickly child, incapable of the harsh farm work, and so he worked with his mother instead, who ran a merchants wagon in town. He would sit with her, sometimes shining a shoe or two, but for the most part just sat and watched as France burned around them. There was no way that the young boy knew what was happening around him, the revolution knocking at every door in his native land, and bringing death and misery to thousands. The small town where the family lived was luckily far out of reach from the executing factor of which brought on so much death, however they did not go without feeling the effects of this suffering. While still in his early years Cleo took to watching people, memorizing the way they walked, the way they dressed, their habits and small quirks. He was an excellent spectator and through watching these details he learned a lot about those around him. It wasn’t soon before the war was over within France, and although no one in the family was hurt there was a silence which lingered in the house.

Cleo’s mother died when he was nine years old, which left his father to drink away his sorrow. Now working the merchant cart alone the boy stopped providing his father with money, instead keeping his earnings to himself. Cleo hated them, his entire family for what they were doing, with his father drinking away all the money saved and his sister taking to the streets, there was little to keep him tied to the farm house, and he made plans to leave the home and move on through Paris once he had raised enough money to get him there.

However, with his sisters choice if employment, they couldn't survive. One by one they caught syphilis, the disease driving them mad before sentencing them to their deaths. Cleo was left alone, as by that point his father had drank himself into the grave, and he was fine with that. He was the only one he had ever needed after all. He was a bitter cold boy, selfish and spiteful and with everyone in the Flores family dying around him Cleo was left with a massive amount of debt and taxes which he used all his savings to get rid of leaving him back to the point of poverty. Driven by greed and anger the boy became a tyrant. He was unwelcome in every bar and lodging house in town. He was beaten on multiple occasions by the police for sleeping in the wrong places around town. It was on a night when he was particularly wasted and ran into some cops that his life finally changed. Unwilling to stand for his slurred insults, they wasted no time in showing him his place in the world, leaving him for dead. He was certain he was dead before he even hit the ground and so lay there in the street, slipping in and out of consciousness.

He awoke with a start, a gripping burning pain coursing through his body with such unforgiving heat. He screamed, thrashing about on the bed he'd been placed on, wept with the pain, begging every deity he could think of to just make it stop. He finally got his relief as the burning finally slowed and subsided. He opened his eyes and everything had changed. For the first time, the world was in complete focus, everything was sharp and clear. He scrambled out of his bed, unsure of what had happened, but it left him feeling powerful, indestructible, and he wasn't going to argue with that. He stumbled out into the night, fled the house he'd been left in. Not knowing that his creator had only stepped out to feed and would be returning for him soon. Cleo ran.

He worked his way through Marseille -the city he awoke in. Going back into the habits of his youth Cleo stayed on the sidelines, taking the role of spectator again, feeding when he wanted, and not caring about the bodies he left scattered around. He would have probably continued his life this way, with no real concept or grip of what he was, that is if he'd never met Madeleine. She was beautiful, to him, an angel come to save him. She guided him, taught him, refined and honed his new abilities. Every day he became more powerful, more in control and once he had a grip on everything, he wanted more. He tore a path through history, following war and famine, piling on the body count, taking more than his fill and bringing Madeleine with him. He threw himself into wars, taking no side as he simply ripped apart anyone he could grab. He was unstoppable and insatiable, he wanted power, he wanted destruction, he wanted to watch the world burn. Madeleine, however, did not want this. She turned her back on Cleo and everything he had become, she left him.

When she left, she killed the last shred of humanity he could have contained. She broke his heart, and spit on the love he had for her. Cleo snapped. He left France for good, changing his name to Christopher and fled the stories he'd left behind about himself. He traveled anywhere and everywhere he could, taking lives as he pleased. It was during this time that his new obsession kicked in. His first victim was named Lizabet. A beautiful girl from a wealthy family. She was so much like Christopher’s Madeleine and he became obsessed with her. He watched her for years before stepping into her life. Confident that he knew every detail about her he began using that to his advantage, making her believe he was her soul mate in the world. He courted her, engaged her, and then destroyed her. As his first victim, she is the one who had it the worst by far. She was so close to the anger he held for Madeleine, he tortured her father in front of her. Cutting off one piece at a time for her entertainment. Next came her brother, her mother, her best friend, and finally her baby sister. He drove her mad with the thought that it was all her fault, she had caused it all, and he was relentless. She was never safe from him, never a moment where his presence wasn't surrounding her, tempting to smother. Then he turned her. She was insane by that point, her mind completely. Once turned, he abandoned her. He formed a love for inflicting upon others what Madeleine had done to him. It became his new obsession. His most recent victim being Ester, though she is far from his last.

She was a pretty thing, the same dark looks as Madeleine and he couldn't resist. He watched her for only a few short months before stepping in. She was by far the easiest of them all to sway to his side, and destroying her was the sweetest pain he'd witnessed in quite a while. He left her as he did all the others. The victims he abandons seem to always have a way getting back into his life, leaving him with a family from which he cannot escape. So far his time in Aurora has been short, and his family hasn’t shown up yet. How long will it last, no one knows.

Your power

Powers: Christopher's abilities sadly enough are not as impressive as some of the other vampires who reside within Aurora this is because of his age. Being so young brings upon challenges that stronger older vampires seem to master over time. No Chris cannot change shape, nor can he withstand fire. His powers merely lie with the ability to flit to extreme speeds, and see the world in a clearer sense of proportion. Oh and yes there is the small fact he cannot die, but that is so small compared to everything else.

Special Abilitie(s):

Your Power Source: (This is the stuff that is your character’s strengths)

• WHO SAID MORALS WERE FOR THE JUSTIronic for him to have a decent sense of morality, isn't it? When not torturing his victims, playing with his food, killing without a thought, he could judge and justify the hell out of any court. Chris doesn't pay much attention to law, but he still does have a decent sense of wrong and right. His brief love and eternal loss is enough to give him at least half a soul, allowing him to judge what is good and what is bad. He simply ignores this when he must.
  
  
• GOD IS EMPTY Chris’s mind is always set. He always has a plan, except for that time between plans of course, and he always knows exactly what he is going to do. If Plan A fails, then Plan B should work, but if Plan B should fail, then Plan C is his course of action, so on and so forth. In all actuality, he's likelier to take any obstacles down before reverting to a different method, and he is as swift and keen-spotted as a bird of prey. The ruthlessness with which he gets what he wants is not one to laugh at.
  
  
• FIGHTING MY WAY IN THROUGH THE BACK Though this can be said of any aged hunter, Chris is an expect fighter, always has been, except his methods have differed throughout his life – early on, he would have preferred his hands and nails, but recently he has taken a liking to the weaponry of modern life; swordplay, to be specific. Not exactly typical, but his quick mind and quick senses helped him master a basic rapier, a longsword, a scimitar, and throwing knives. Not that any of these things are horribly practical, and not that he has much use for them, he simply could use them if circumstances required him to do so.

What makes your heart wrench:

• HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF It may be a stereotypical thing to say but it goes without question that this vampire is obsessed with sex, and unfortunately it cannot be helped – Christopher is a man of needs, a very old man with needs, and his crumbled heart alongside a broken conscience have him a helpless slave to his physical lusts. This obsession is not as strong and violent as turning lovely women into damned souls, however it does make for a very irritable vampire. You see, Chris isn’t the type to chase down whores in the clubs and alleys, just as he is not the type to rape a stranger, but the slightest acquaintance provides him the inclination to seduce and fuck all he wants, of course, if his advances are taken comfortably. Most often Christopher does run into problems half way through the ordeal and his quest for sex quickly turns from lust to hunger, the point where he no longer wants sex, but blood as well. In this state of mind, Christopher doesn’t think straight this frequently getting him into trouble.
  
  
• CAGED BIRDS, SILENT SONG While Christopher is a monster and he'll happily admit that to you, he is also quite feeling. His many experiences have, of course, leaded him to traipse through quite a field of emotions, a few of which would be love, obsession, and loss. Hypothetically speaking, if Chris ever fell in love again, he would become so absolutely attached that his every thought would revolve around this person. He becomes smitten to a pitiful obsession which wastes away his time and independence. Luckily, it has been very long time since he's acted this way, and has trained himself to ignore the feeling of love –as he finds it painful.
  
  
• LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR Christopher is, as this has already been covered, a blood lusting fiend. He hates it, he loves it, and it carries him away. From the first kill, Chris has loved the way he feels after killing, it is like having sex on a beach; the only time where he feels the sunlight hit his face. However during this time he lets his guard down, he no longer cares about if there happens to be a homeless bum walking next to him, and just like sex on a beach this gets him in a lot of trouble fast. He doesn't plan these escapades, truly, and he'd much rather spend his leisurely time stowed away in his country manor, relishing the pleasures of simple music and a library, that is, until he grows tiresome of the dull and weary life of being trapped inside. The night is his playroom, and those dim enough to wander it in a day and age like this are his new toys of fancy.
  
  
• I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU One of his true virtues is his loyalty. While on the negative side of the scale we see obsessed passion, its twin is faithfulness. Christopher, once dedicating himself to a person, will never turn back on his word. However that person being Madeleine –his ex- this makes for his loyalty to be skewed. Even with her leaving him, Chris still secretly loves her, and it is for this reason that the vampire never finds new love even when he is acting like a lover for many years.

If you're applying to be a vampire:

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Were you born/created a vampire?: “I was created to be this way by a crazed vampire called Arnaud Rocher. He found me one night, I believe it was December 2nd 1815, and before I ever met him I ran away. I have learned how to survive on my own but like every good son; I felt the need to meet my maker so in the year 1991 I found him. My maker I found is skilled in feeding without killing which may have been a good thing to learn, but like any father I have ever had I learned to hate him very quickly and left him within a year.”

Due to a major plot amongst the vampire community, there's a couple of questions we'd like to ask you:
Are you a lycan sympathist? “No I think that they are vile creatures that need to be eliminated.”
Would your character be willing to betray the original ancient coven for the new upcoming coven?”I have never been the type to stick to a certain group, I hate vampires. So all in all I don’t think I would, but if helps me get ahead, than sure”

The finishing touches

Where do you see your character:
EVIL:At the present moment Christopher’s actions have placed him on the evil side of the board as he has nothing towards human life and loves watching women painfully die in his arms. However this is not the type of life that will always suit Christopher. Living so long with regret and loathing in your heart can only do one of two things; either kill you, or drive you into madness. Therefore Christopher will choose a different path, perhaps even change so much that he is considered to be good.

Extra Stuff: N.A

The Puppet Master

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[Morgan Heartborne]

Welcome, vampire.

I would just like to say A C C E P T E D!
I enjoy your profile, and the character has so many faults, but so many strengths as well. It makes him believable and someone I would enjoy roleplaying with.

Forever Spellbinding,
Mo