Post by `archadia on Sept 20, 2009 0:28:35 GMT -5
ALEXANDROS, ILLECK
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...The Face Behind the Mask
[/size][/center][/b]Name: archadia
Age: eighteen
Gender: female
Roleplaying Experience: around seven?
How you came to our lovely site?: link from The Show Must Go On
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...New Face..Ever Changing Place
[/size][/center][/b]Name: Alexandros Emile Illeck
Gender: male
Age: twenty-seven
Hair Color: shoulder length red hair
Eye Color: emerald
Height: six feet exactly
Weight: one hundred fifty-eight lbs.
Sexual Preference: pansexual
Parents: devereux illeck & alegra illeck [both deceased]
Sibling/s: kainan illeck [deceased] [/size]
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...Deep Down..What Makes you Itch..Makes You Tick
[/size][/center][/b]Likes: lying, stimulating conversation, naivety, others like him, hygiene, manipulating, order, intelligence, determination, control, power, the satisfaction of winning
Dislikes: being found out, loud people, repetition, stupidity, irrationality, filth, disorder, losing, traveling long distances, birds
Fears: lolwut?
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...What Do You See In The Mirror And Believe..
[/size][/center][/b]Appearance:
Alexandros is most notably known by his shock of red hair. Hugging his face, neck, and brushing over his shoulders, Alexandros obviously takes good care of his hair as well as the rest of his body. His is a man based on appearances and he makes sure his is the best. Once past his hair, his eyes are next. Emerald eyes are brightened by the color of his hair and by the nearly constant smile that curves his lips. His figure is well sculpted, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. Alexandros is well muscled but under only a few layers of clothing it is easily hidden.
Alexandros's ears come to a smooth point beneath his hair and the thin, jagged birthmark over his shoulder is often confused as a scar because of it's pale color.
Personality:
It's common knowledge that one should not judge a book by it's cover. However, in Alexandros's case, you shouldn't judge it on the first few chapters either. In public appearance and instances of the like, Alexandros is the perfect gentleman. He's mannered and brimming with etiquette. He's social and charismatic and outgoing, going out of his way to please the masses. If there's one person you can always rely on, it's Alexandros. That's what the first chapters say.[/size]
Read on. Alexandros is nothing like he seems. He acts as described above due to the fact that he is a man who lives by facades. Alexandros works behind the scenes, hidden by his projected image of perfection. Underneath, he's cold and ruthless, willing to destroy anything that gets in the way of his goals. His mask makes it easy for him to manipulate people because they are inclined to trust him. Despite popular belief, most of the words that come from Alexandros's mouth are lies. He is dishonest, sadistic, heartless and the puppet master and he thoroughly enjoys every minute of it. It's not to say its all incorrect. He is social. Alexandros enjoys meeting new people as long as they have something to offer him later. His intelligence exceeds most standards, but it also helps him to manipulate even the most difficult of people.
If you happen to one of those few people Alexandros decides to not put up an act for, you had better pray it's because he likes you. He has very few people he considers friends without use quotations to emphasize sarcasm. These are the handful of, I suppose you could say, lucky people that know what kind of man he is. They are, more or less, safe from Alexandros's unsatisfiable desire for control. However, if you're not part of this elite group, if you're not someone he enjoys the company of, seeing his face without the mask is in ways worse than death. You've landed yourself on a very special list, one that invokes the most sadistic portion of Alexandros. Whatever you've done, you've earned a hatred that cannot be described in words, a hatred understandable solely by the way you'll be treated. You'd do well to avoid falling into that category.
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...A Touch Of The Past..
[/size][/center][/b]History:
Born in Rhythillin to the noble family Illeck, Alexandros had many advantages other did not. Unlike many men in his position, he did not squander them. The second son to Devereux and Alegra Illeck, Alexandros, while adored, was not the primary focus. His elder brother Kainan was to take the family seat when his father stepped down and if, and only if, Kainan would be unable or, heaven forbid, die before that time, would Alexandros gain the position. He understood at a very early age that he was not a necessary piece of the puzzle. First born sons were of the utmost importance. Should Alexandros die or fall ill, of course they would mourn, but they would not suffer as greatly as they would at Kainan’s passing. It was from this knowledge that Alexandros’s desire for control, for power grew.
Refusing to stay behind his brother’s shadow, Alexandros absorbed every piece of knowledge he was fed, taught himself beyond his years. He was fourteen when his father realized he was on par with Kainan. Kainan, four years his elder, was not so much a lazy child as he was simply normal. His intelligence was only slightly above average and while he wanted his father’s seat, he was easily distracted by women and booze. It took him just as long as their father to realize what his younger brother was after. Alexandros became a threat to him, to his rightful spot, and the feud behind closed doors began.
For five years they fought, Kainan's approach direct and loud, Alexandros firing back with smirks and level retorts. Five years of hatred that grew deeper, reaching the point that it was painful to even acknowledge the others existence, let alone speak to them. In that time, Alexandros grew to hate his father as well. In his eyes and many outsiders, the younger son was the best choice to take Devereux's seat when he died. However, Alexandros's father was blinded by the love for his children, and that horrible inclination toward the first born son. And those five years were long enough for their mother to grow ill and pass away. Alexandros had, whether believed or not, loved her. Her death hardened any loose ends in his personality, any chances of change into the puppet master he was becoming.
It took only another year for his father to die from his broken heart and less than an hour after that for Kainan to join him from the knife through his. The story was a sad tale. Alexandros was the sole survivor of the Illeck bloodline, his brother and his father stolen from him in the night. How regrettable. They'd have had another tale to tell if they could have heard his laughter after he'd locked the doors to his family home to mourn.
Alexandros is now seated as one of the thirteen members that make up the House of Nobles. He is considered one of the higher ranked families on his influence alone.
RP Sample:
from a kingdom hearts rp
For a moment, Arixbaan gave no indication that she had heard him, let alone realized she was no longer alone. The silence stretched before she turned slowly, with a mechanic sort of grace to the other Nobody. Her eyes met his, silently recognizing that despite the personality he seemed to carry, he was the same as she. Unlike herself, however, there was the animations of a regular being, one with a heart, one with emotions. The contrast was stark. Behind her mask of a collar, the only shifts her lips made were into words. She did not smile nor did she frown. She felt nothing and she did not pretend to. On extremely rare occasions, a ghost of her past would change the smooth, motionless expanse of her face but now was not one of those times. She set eyes as full of life as a corpse on the other Nobody, locking their gazes in a stare that would be uncomfortable to one that could feel it.
Number X blinked languidly, his words replaying in her mind. Xiruk. She stored his name like a file in a cabinet. She did not return the greeting. What did she care for formalities? So, she moved on to his question, not bothering to end the silence that continued to stretch with the answer. Time meant nothing to her, like most everything else in the worlds. Instead, she took her time studying him, taking in his face and his cloak and his demeanor, if fake. It was all information that slipped into the mental folder she had made for him. Xiruk. X-I-R-U-K. Her eyes flickered slightly, not in emotion but in thought. Before her eyes, unseen by her companion, her company’s name lost it’s ‘x,’ and the outside letters slid inward. R-I-K-U. Arixbaan blinked her lazy blink again.
Behind her collar, full lips parted. “Lhusu Mines,” she answered shortly, the emptiness in her voice sounding like virtue. She watched him for another beat before turning her head to observe the fallen Gilgamesh once more. Her head tilted slightly and she bent down, grabbing up the Buster Sword, the word ‘replica’ laughing at her. She would take it back to Superior. She would show him that Gilgamesh was a worthless tool. Arixbaan turned back to him, realizing she had not perhaps answered his question. “In Bhujerba.” She wondered patiently what to do with this Nobody. Perhaps the trip was not wasted? Riku was a Keyblade weilder. Perhaps his Nobody, if it was his Nobody (but of that she was quite certain), wielded the keys as well. A powerful weapon. Would superior find use in him? Or was that a mistake not to be repeated.
The motion was almost an afterthought. She lifted her free hand, a tan index finger extended toward Xiruk. “It is that way,” Arixbaan added. She was referring to Bhujerba as a whole, to where it was positioned to them, to which direction to go to exit the mines. But Arixbaan was obviously either not good or not ever up for long conversation.
