Post by Raphael Ives Vauchier on Jan 7, 2012 19:54:18 GMT -8
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★ AGE: 35
★ GENDER: Male
★ OCCUPATION: ‘Contractor’ for the Chevalerie
★ RACE: Lycanthrope
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Your ★ Beauty,
Appearance,
His skin is somewhat tanned, with olive undertones. His hands are rough from honest labor. On any given day, he is usually well-groomed and dressed ‘business casual’, though of course this can vary from situation to situation.[/ul]
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Raphael doesn’t have a lot of wants in life. He never dreamed about anything ambitious, like a high-paying job or having fancy cars, or doing great missionary work or making a change in society. To be honest, he just wants to be happy, and it doesn’t take much to make him so. An income he can survive on, something that will kept him fed and with a decent roof over his head, is all he needs.
He doesn’t have any interest in ‘finer’ things such as art, literature, and cuisine, but one should not mistake him as simpleminded. He is a very insightful and intuitive person and understands how people work. He’s also quite skilled at getting into places he’s not supposed to be in. He’s persuasive without being obnoxious, and able to quickly analyze situations and think on his feet. It’s very difficult to capture him, much less hold him anywhere for very long, and even before he was afflicted with lycanthropy, it still took several armed men to be able to subdue him in a fight, even when he was unarmed.
For all of this, Raphael is a genuinely good-hearted person. While his line of work is somewhat vigilante in nature, he would rarely consciously hurt someone who he believed didn’t deserve it. Collateral damage might be unavoidable, especially if one’s ‘stealing from the rich to give to the poor,’ but he’d rather act on something than debate abstract ethics and morals.
The chip he carries on his shoulder is definitely his lycanthropy. It was the turning point in his life, just when things were looking up, and it keeps him on a tight schedule even now. While he has no general opinion about lycanthropes and other supernatural races in general, he has witnessed lycanthropy turn men and women into horrible people who take advantage of a strength just handed to them. This only shames him further and he wishes desperately to find a cure.[/ul]
Background ★ Info,
History,
He graduated high school with top marks and with a full scholarship, he went on to become a cadet at the US Air Force Academy. His parents were overwhelmingly proud of his successes borne of honest work, and when Raphael graduated with honors and a degree in Operations Research, they saved up to fly into Colorado to attend the graduation ceremony.
Afterwards, within a couple of years he was offered a job at the CIA. Due to his specialization, he mostly held a desk job, conducting research in intelligence and working his way up through various levels of administration. Eventually he caught the attention of field researchers, and he was transferred from the desk to the field. He soon found himself in higher-risk positions, working as an agent under cover both at home and abroad.
He enjoyed the work, and the salary was enough that he could send money home to his parents, whose café was now struggling due to a much wealthier competitor, and the fact that many of their regular patrons had moved on or passed away. As time went on, however, he began to seriously question if this was the kind of work he really wanted to do. Who wanted to be indebted to the government, after all?
Unfortunately, an outside factor chose to make that decision for him. During an infiltration mission of an alleged weapons storage facility in Italy, the group found themselves in a run-in with a third party that just so happened to make its living space in the warehouse. In the melee that followed, the men transformed into beasts and attacked; Raphael and his colleagues suffered several injuries in the form of bites. A couple died.
Of course, the CIA was quick to cover up the blunder, but Raphael and the others’ employment was terminated on account of illness. As to why this was, nobody could answer, at least not until the next full moon. The horrors that followed this discovery were innumerable and alienating.
As his savings lasted, Raphael threw himself into research to understand this horrible affliction, but as far as he could find, no cure yet existed. It was a very abrupt introduction to the world of the supernatural, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He virtually disappeared from society; the last place he could return to was his family; fear and disgust kept him away.
As funds dwindled, he began to seek out simple jobs. He was educated but he was also a hard worker, and, not wanting to be found by the government again, he kept mostly to under-the-table jobs, anything to put a bit of cash in his pocket. He struggled with alcoholism for a while, though luckily it was short-lived; an almost-DUI (he fled from the police and got away from that town pretty quickly) broke that habit really fast, but a life of survival and drifting was a difficult one, and one his good-hearted disposition was not used to.
Somewhere in the north on one of his road trips, he ended up running into a young woman by the name of Edith. Like him, she seemed to be struggling to eke out a living. Her worn shoes told him that she was a wanderer like him, and with no ill intentions (as might easily be interpreted by this sort of meeting), he gave her a ride to wherever she happened to be going at that time. That one ride turned into several more; the two developed an oddly filial (if not somewhat short-term) bond, sticking together to con money and food from the odd victim now and again. It was nice to have someone to lean on for once, though regretfully they did part ways a couple of months later.
Ending up in Saint Calais, for all of his efforts to stay out of view, he caught the attention of a certain group – perhaps for that exact reason: that he was good at staying out of sight. He had stopped by a café to pick up a quick meal, but the man behind the counter had seen something in him and had blatantly offered him a job. Raphael admitted that he did have café experience, but the man had meant something else entirely …
… and from there, Raphael became a ‘contractor’ for them, doing all sorts of jobs – a hitman, spy, and informant all in one. Despite the nature of the job, it’s brought him some stability; after all, the Chevalerie were vampires, and Raphael’s lycanthropy was of no consequence to them.
The relationship is professional, though at one point one of the Chevalerie offered to investigate his lycanthropy further in order to seek a cure. Whilst vampirism, not lycanthropy, is their forte, Raphael remains hopeful that something good might come of it.
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The ★ Puppeteer,
★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? Kai
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? I’m always here. :B
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? ….
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FACE CLAIM
[color=e10e3f]★[/color] [b]CAVIEZEL, JIM[/b], [s]raphael ives vauchier [/s]
The ★ Copyright,
Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥
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