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Character's full name: Ethan Rayne
Age: Well-aged, like a good whiskey
Group Species: Human, Sorcerer
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, with leanings towards the darker side of grey.
Features: Quite thin, and standing at 1.82 meters, Ethan has brown eyes that always seem to be amused, as though he's quietly laughing at a joke, that you're not a part of. His hair used to be brown, when he was younger, but is now several shades of grey, which he'll say makes him quite distinguished. His teeth are white and straight (all the better to eat you with, my dear), and his nose is also surprisingly straight, for the number of times he's been punched in the face. What muscle he does have is lean, like a runners, which is all the better for him to make his quick getaway, once he's set the wheels of his latest prank in motion.
Model's name: Robin Sachs
Personality: Ethan is a man who spreads chaos simply for the sake of his own amusement, and to draw attention back upon himself. He likes it, when he's the most important person in the room, even it that isn't for the best of reasons, and through his pranks, he also likes to get people's hearts pounding and adrenalin flowing. After all, what's the point of being alive, if you're not actually living?
He'll also gravitate towards the strongest person in the room, for the sake of his own protection, and comfort. When he was younger, that was Ripper, and his gang. Since then, it's been dozens of faceless, nameless people, all who have made nothing more than a fleeting impression.
Ethan is also a coward, and very much fond of being alive. He'd rather run, than stay around for a fight which he knows he'll only loose, and he's not above helping the White Hats, as much as he'd prefer to be stirring trouble, if it's for the sake of his own survival.
He also possesses moderate abilities as a sorcerer, which have been honed and improved upon through a lifetime of hard work, which makes him seem, at first glance, to be more powerful than he actually is. While chaos itself is unpredictable, the rituals that he uses to bring his art about requite precise concentration and control, and the show that he gets to enjoy afterwards, is well worth it in his opinion.
Likes:
Annoying people
The clarity that comes with rituals
The feeling of magic in his veins
Staying alive
Dislikes:
Being imprisoned - it's too static in a cage
Seeing, or being the cause of death - how are you meant to get a rise from a dead person?
Being blamed for things that aren't his fault - why would you even do this, when there's so much he has done?
Being hit in the face by Buffy - there's only so many times he can magically straighten his nose, after all!
Strengths:
* An innate understanding of ancient languages
* Moderate natural ability in sorcery
* The ability to concentrate, in spite of pain or injury
* Speed. He's very, very good at running away.
* Experience, with the way that the world, and people work.
Weaknesses:
* Well, he's human, still. So anything that's a human weakness is his weakness.
* Pride. Hit him in the pride, and you'll definitely get his attention.
* Knives, guns, and fists, oh my!
* Superior magical ability
* He won't ever say what happened with the Initiative, and his time in their custody, but since then if you show him a scalpel, he'll go white. He tries to keep this out of the spotlight, though.
* One could go on, but you get the point.
History:
Ethan Rayne was born to very well-off parents, during the early Fifties in London. His mother, Sonya, was a very proud and active woman, who was a firm believer in womans' rights, and was encouraged in her beliefs and actions by her husband, Damion Rayne. This meant that in general society, Damion was viewed as a bit of an outsider, which is where a young Ethan found his confirmation, that it was safe to stand outside and apart from the crowd, and have his own beliefs.
It was a good thing that Sonya knew how to take care of herself, because Damion was attached to the Watcher's Council, as a sorcerer. He reinforced the wards around the Council Buildings, and was one of the first people that was called up, when something magical went awry.
Damion was killed in the line of duty when Ethan was eight years old, but this was not before he had installed a love of languages in his young son, and started to teach him how to nurture the base power that he was born with. Feeling that his fathers' duties were what had taken him from him, Ethan grew up raised by his mother alone, and nursing a deep dislike and distrust of the Watchers' Council.
When one of their rising stars, a young man roughly his own age, named Rupert Giles, who he had gravitated towards but never made contact with, decided to get the hell out of dodge, while the getting was good, then Ethan followed.
In the dark and wild streets of the poor part of London, the days became a bury haze of drugs, alcohol, magic, late nights and hedonistic living. The days started at two or three in the afternoon, the music was good, and other people soon fell under the spell of Rupert's magnetism.
Thomas Sutcliff was a teachers' son, looking for a life on the easy street, Randal James would tell anyone who asked that he had escaped from his parents and the church, and Deidree Paige became the only woman in their gang, and an incredible magic user, although her spells were purely for pleasure. These three, Rupert, and Ethan, made up the main core of their gang, while others circulated through the hazy days, like asteroids around the edges of a planet, barely worth getting to know their names, before they crashed and burned.
They weren't even sure where the book, that they found the ritual to summon the demon Eyghon came from. One day, it was just there. And one day, the gang decided to experiment. One person would be put to sleep, and then the rest of the gang would summon Eyghon the Sleepwalker into the sleepers' body. It was like an LSD Trip, but without the comedown, or the hangover afterwards. Better than drugs, but still just as addictive.
The high from the ritual became the gangs' new reality, and something they couldn't wait to get back to. Something had to give.
In their haste, someone messed up, and something went wrong. In order to stop the Demon Eyghon from fully manifesting, Randal was killed. Bloody, and only half-remembered, it was Ethan's first personal experience of death, and not something that he was keen to repeat. Right then and there, he decided to do what he could to avoid it.
When Rupert went back to the folds of the Council, and everyone else went their own way, Ethan's addiction to Chaos was already well into being formed. The thought alone of returning to his mother, to starched shirts and expectations, was too stifling, so he stayed.
Ethan made a living for himself, as a translator of ancient languages, and a small-time sorcerer for hire, which were things which allowed him to further his craft, get access to uncommon and rare spells, and live comfortably which doing so.
All thought of his old friends, and the bad old days was put out of his mind, until an interesting rumor reached his ears. Rupert Giles was in Sunnydale, on the mouth of Hell. And he had a Slayer.
Unable to resist sticking his nose in, and trying to get Rupert's nose out of joint, Ethan set off for Sunnydale, and opened a costume shop there. It was satisfying to be there, and right under Ruper's nose, without him knowing a thing about it, and what the people who purchased his wares weren't counting on, was the special ingredient that he planned to add to Halloween Night.
On the night when there was meant to be no trouble what-so-ever, he performed a ritual, to let the masks become real. It seemed appropriate, especially when he saw that Ripper, his old friend, seemed to have become his mask, and that his small band believed it. After gaining Rupert's attention, getting a thrashing, and telling him how to break the spell, Ethan took his chance and ran, although he didn't run far. He left a card for Rupert, with 'Be Seeing You...' scrawled on it, and slipped back into the shadows.
He could feel the storm on the horizon.
It started with dreams, of laughter, voices and the scent of ritual smoke and blood, and from the first one he knew. Another one of their old gang was dead. Eyghon was back. He was just glad that it wasn't Rupert who had been killed, because were that the case, his life expectancy would have gone right down.
From the very first moment, Ethan was looking for a way out. For a moment, it even seemed like he may have found an easy one, as he fell under the Slayer's protection, for the sake of Giles. However, his nerve got the better of him, and that quick mind of his came up with another plan - knock the Slayer out, give her the mark that bound them all to the beast demon, and then get rid of his own anchor to it, which was done by pouring acid on his arm. Hurt like hell, but it was worth it.
The plan went reasonably well, Eyghon was probably destroyed after trying to jump to Angel, and Ethan left Sunnydale this time, to head back to his easy life in London. Or, if not easy, then at least safe. And comfortable.
Around a year later, he was contracted by the Mayor's vampire assistant, Mr Trick, to come and cause a distraction in the charming town of Sunnydale. This time, he was in two minds about stepping back into Ripper's territory, but the took the job, regardless, because the pay that was being offered was more than a little on the generous side, and well... he was curious about what was going on.
He doesn't remember much about this job, until the morning that he woke up with a splitting headache, nose freshly broken, and in a hotel about 50 kilometers out of town. His figuring for this, was that he inhaled too much chocolate dust. He still got paid, though, so that was what counted, as far as he was concerned.
His final trip to the old Sunnydale, was just over a year later, and bought up so many old memories for him. Too many. He'd been planning on causing trouble from the start, but he wasn't sure quite how he'd go about it. As usual, he had several tricks up his sleeves, and this time he also brought a warning with him, hoping to be able to use it, to stop himself from being hit too hard.
He certainly hadn't expected Ripper to invite him out for a drink, which soon became several more, or for himself to feel so comfortable in this old-new situation. The surrounding was far nicer than the dives they'd stalked in London, but the atmosphere at the heart of it was one remembered very well indeed. He spiked Ripper's drink without a second thought, a joke they'd once both have laughed at. Times had changed since then, though.
He was partway through packing, to get the hell out of dodge, when the Slayer and Watcher tracked him down, and made him reverse the spell. This time, though, he didn't get a chance to run.
Taken into custody by the Initiative, like so many before himself he vanished into the night.
RP Sample:
The sound of excited laughter bubbled past.
"The bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain..."
Ethan smiled to himself, as he made his way through the town, the words of the childrens' song echoing from the alleyway behind him. Their innocence was refreshing. Even charming.
Innocence always was.
Especially, when it could be used for his own purpose, channeled to call the Great Bear, Ursorias to feast. He had spent so long now, arranging this deal, which would see him granted more power than he'd ever considered possible, for a sorcerer of his unique talents. Certainly, it would be enough power to keep him safe, from the white-coated demons that lurked around the corners of his dreams.
Unconsciously flexing his hand, a smile curled up the edges of his lips.
"Oh, yes. The bear will be going over the mountain. To eat what it can eat."
Everything was in place. Nothing could stop him now.
How many characters do you already have here? None
Character's full name: Ethan Rayne
Age: Well-aged, like a good whiskey
Group Species: Human, Sorcerer
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, with leanings towards the darker side of grey.
Features: Quite thin, and standing at 1.82 meters, Ethan has brown eyes that always seem to be amused, as though he's quietly laughing at a joke, that you're not a part of. His hair used to be brown, when he was younger, but is now several shades of grey, which he'll say makes him quite distinguished. His teeth are white and straight (all the better to eat you with, my dear), and his nose is also surprisingly straight, for the number of times he's been punched in the face. What muscle he does have is lean, like a runners, which is all the better for him to make his quick getaway, once he's set the wheels of his latest prank in motion.
Model's name: Robin Sachs
Personality: Ethan is a man who spreads chaos simply for the sake of his own amusement, and to draw attention back upon himself. He likes it, when he's the most important person in the room, even it that isn't for the best of reasons, and through his pranks, he also likes to get people's hearts pounding and adrenalin flowing. After all, what's the point of being alive, if you're not actually living?
He'll also gravitate towards the strongest person in the room, for the sake of his own protection, and comfort. When he was younger, that was Ripper, and his gang. Since then, it's been dozens of faceless, nameless people, all who have made nothing more than a fleeting impression.
Ethan is also a coward, and very much fond of being alive. He'd rather run, than stay around for a fight which he knows he'll only loose, and he's not above helping the White Hats, as much as he'd prefer to be stirring trouble, if it's for the sake of his own survival.
He also possesses moderate abilities as a sorcerer, which have been honed and improved upon through a lifetime of hard work, which makes him seem, at first glance, to be more powerful than he actually is. While chaos itself is unpredictable, the rituals that he uses to bring his art about requite precise concentration and control, and the show that he gets to enjoy afterwards, is well worth it in his opinion.
Likes:
Annoying people
The clarity that comes with rituals
The feeling of magic in his veins
Staying alive
Dislikes:
Being imprisoned - it's too static in a cage
Seeing, or being the cause of death - how are you meant to get a rise from a dead person?
Being blamed for things that aren't his fault - why would you even do this, when there's so much he has done?
Being hit in the face by Buffy - there's only so many times he can magically straighten his nose, after all!
Strengths:
* An innate understanding of ancient languages
* Moderate natural ability in sorcery
* The ability to concentrate, in spite of pain or injury
* Speed. He's very, very good at running away.
* Experience, with the way that the world, and people work.
Weaknesses:
* Well, he's human, still. So anything that's a human weakness is his weakness.
* Pride. Hit him in the pride, and you'll definitely get his attention.
* Knives, guns, and fists, oh my!
* Superior magical ability
* He won't ever say what happened with the Initiative, and his time in their custody, but since then if you show him a scalpel, he'll go white. He tries to keep this out of the spotlight, though.
* One could go on, but you get the point.
History:
Ethan Rayne was born to very well-off parents, during the early Fifties in London. His mother, Sonya, was a very proud and active woman, who was a firm believer in womans' rights, and was encouraged in her beliefs and actions by her husband, Damion Rayne. This meant that in general society, Damion was viewed as a bit of an outsider, which is where a young Ethan found his confirmation, that it was safe to stand outside and apart from the crowd, and have his own beliefs.
It was a good thing that Sonya knew how to take care of herself, because Damion was attached to the Watcher's Council, as a sorcerer. He reinforced the wards around the Council Buildings, and was one of the first people that was called up, when something magical went awry.
Damion was killed in the line of duty when Ethan was eight years old, but this was not before he had installed a love of languages in his young son, and started to teach him how to nurture the base power that he was born with. Feeling that his fathers' duties were what had taken him from him, Ethan grew up raised by his mother alone, and nursing a deep dislike and distrust of the Watchers' Council.
When one of their rising stars, a young man roughly his own age, named Rupert Giles, who he had gravitated towards but never made contact with, decided to get the hell out of dodge, while the getting was good, then Ethan followed.
In the dark and wild streets of the poor part of London, the days became a bury haze of drugs, alcohol, magic, late nights and hedonistic living. The days started at two or three in the afternoon, the music was good, and other people soon fell under the spell of Rupert's magnetism.
Thomas Sutcliff was a teachers' son, looking for a life on the easy street, Randal James would tell anyone who asked that he had escaped from his parents and the church, and Deidree Paige became the only woman in their gang, and an incredible magic user, although her spells were purely for pleasure. These three, Rupert, and Ethan, made up the main core of their gang, while others circulated through the hazy days, like asteroids around the edges of a planet, barely worth getting to know their names, before they crashed and burned.
They weren't even sure where the book, that they found the ritual to summon the demon Eyghon came from. One day, it was just there. And one day, the gang decided to experiment. One person would be put to sleep, and then the rest of the gang would summon Eyghon the Sleepwalker into the sleepers' body. It was like an LSD Trip, but without the comedown, or the hangover afterwards. Better than drugs, but still just as addictive.
The high from the ritual became the gangs' new reality, and something they couldn't wait to get back to. Something had to give.
In their haste, someone messed up, and something went wrong. In order to stop the Demon Eyghon from fully manifesting, Randal was killed. Bloody, and only half-remembered, it was Ethan's first personal experience of death, and not something that he was keen to repeat. Right then and there, he decided to do what he could to avoid it.
When Rupert went back to the folds of the Council, and everyone else went their own way, Ethan's addiction to Chaos was already well into being formed. The thought alone of returning to his mother, to starched shirts and expectations, was too stifling, so he stayed.
Ethan made a living for himself, as a translator of ancient languages, and a small-time sorcerer for hire, which were things which allowed him to further his craft, get access to uncommon and rare spells, and live comfortably which doing so.
All thought of his old friends, and the bad old days was put out of his mind, until an interesting rumor reached his ears. Rupert Giles was in Sunnydale, on the mouth of Hell. And he had a Slayer.
Unable to resist sticking his nose in, and trying to get Rupert's nose out of joint, Ethan set off for Sunnydale, and opened a costume shop there. It was satisfying to be there, and right under Ruper's nose, without him knowing a thing about it, and what the people who purchased his wares weren't counting on, was the special ingredient that he planned to add to Halloween Night.
On the night when there was meant to be no trouble what-so-ever, he performed a ritual, to let the masks become real. It seemed appropriate, especially when he saw that Ripper, his old friend, seemed to have become his mask, and that his small band believed it. After gaining Rupert's attention, getting a thrashing, and telling him how to break the spell, Ethan took his chance and ran, although he didn't run far. He left a card for Rupert, with 'Be Seeing You...' scrawled on it, and slipped back into the shadows.
He could feel the storm on the horizon.
It started with dreams, of laughter, voices and the scent of ritual smoke and blood, and from the first one he knew. Another one of their old gang was dead. Eyghon was back. He was just glad that it wasn't Rupert who had been killed, because were that the case, his life expectancy would have gone right down.
From the very first moment, Ethan was looking for a way out. For a moment, it even seemed like he may have found an easy one, as he fell under the Slayer's protection, for the sake of Giles. However, his nerve got the better of him, and that quick mind of his came up with another plan - knock the Slayer out, give her the mark that bound them all to the beast demon, and then get rid of his own anchor to it, which was done by pouring acid on his arm. Hurt like hell, but it was worth it.
The plan went reasonably well, Eyghon was probably destroyed after trying to jump to Angel, and Ethan left Sunnydale this time, to head back to his easy life in London. Or, if not easy, then at least safe. And comfortable.
Around a year later, he was contracted by the Mayor's vampire assistant, Mr Trick, to come and cause a distraction in the charming town of Sunnydale. This time, he was in two minds about stepping back into Ripper's territory, but the took the job, regardless, because the pay that was being offered was more than a little on the generous side, and well... he was curious about what was going on.
He doesn't remember much about this job, until the morning that he woke up with a splitting headache, nose freshly broken, and in a hotel about 50 kilometers out of town. His figuring for this, was that he inhaled too much chocolate dust. He still got paid, though, so that was what counted, as far as he was concerned.
His final trip to the old Sunnydale, was just over a year later, and bought up so many old memories for him. Too many. He'd been planning on causing trouble from the start, but he wasn't sure quite how he'd go about it. As usual, he had several tricks up his sleeves, and this time he also brought a warning with him, hoping to be able to use it, to stop himself from being hit too hard.
He certainly hadn't expected Ripper to invite him out for a drink, which soon became several more, or for himself to feel so comfortable in this old-new situation. The surrounding was far nicer than the dives they'd stalked in London, but the atmosphere at the heart of it was one remembered very well indeed. He spiked Ripper's drink without a second thought, a joke they'd once both have laughed at. Times had changed since then, though.
He was partway through packing, to get the hell out of dodge, when the Slayer and Watcher tracked him down, and made him reverse the spell. This time, though, he didn't get a chance to run.
Taken into custody by the Initiative, like so many before himself he vanished into the night.
RP Sample:
The sound of excited laughter bubbled past.
"The bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain..."
Ethan smiled to himself, as he made his way through the town, the words of the childrens' song echoing from the alleyway behind him. Their innocence was refreshing. Even charming.
Innocence always was.
Especially, when it could be used for his own purpose, channeled to call the Great Bear, Ursorias to feast. He had spent so long now, arranging this deal, which would see him granted more power than he'd ever considered possible, for a sorcerer of his unique talents. Certainly, it would be enough power to keep him safe, from the white-coated demons that lurked around the corners of his dreams.
Unconsciously flexing his hand, a smile curled up the edges of his lips.
"Oh, yes. The bear will be going over the mountain. To eat what it can eat."
Everything was in place. Nothing could stop him now.
