Post by GREGORY COLE VINCIT on Apr 13, 2010 19:22:32 GMT -5
GREGORY COLE VINCIT.
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[/size][/center]hello! i am andrés and i am nineteen years old. i am boarding the male train, and i have been role playing for three or four years. also, i play tom riddle. if you want to contact me, reach me at just PM me. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : gregory cole vincit
NICKNAMES : call him pet names and you die.
AGE : thirty-six, January 3rd, 1940
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : english.
RELIGION : atheist.
SEXUALITY : hetero.
STATUS : swinger.
MEMBER GROUP : wizard.
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood.
PLAY-BY : zachary quinto.
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : a crow.
MIRROR OF ERISED : his two brothers dead, their rotten corpses laying on the floor at his feet
AMORTENTIA : blood, steel, smoke.
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
COLE’S DISLIKES :
- his brothers.
- Latham’s bitch. what’s her name – Lillith.
- his father.
- muggles, mudbloods.
- being bested.
- his job.
- children.
- ministry officials who get too curious.
- not killing in more than a week. makes him edgy and irritable.
COLE'S LIKES :
- killing.
- power
- money
- women
- being a Vincit
- mind games
- burying people alive
- the dark arts
GOALS :
- killing his brothers and becoming the head of the clan.
- making his father suffer before killing him.
- having three sons.
- gathering as much power as possible.
- fulfilling the Vincit clan’s destiny.
FEARS :
- Voldemort winning.
- either one of his siblings killing him.
- not fulfilling the tradition.
SECRETS :
- is a serial killer.
- envies Latham’s magic prowess. he thinks if he was to be killed by one of his brothers, he’d rather it be Latham.
WEAKNESS :
- is not as powerful as his brothers.
- arrogant.
STRENGTHS :
- extremely cunning.
- good at legilimency/occulmency.
- good with healing magic.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- cold.
- manipulative.
- sarcastic.
- intelligent.
- emotionless.
- cruel.
- sadistic
- sociopath.
- subtle.
- competitive.
- prideful.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : Vincit Manor in the outskirts of London.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : an apartment in Diagon Alley.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Healer at St Mungo’s.
MOTHER'S NAME : Lillian Sarah (Devore) Vincit.
FATHER'S NAME : John Abeye Vincit.
SIBLINGS : Vincent Vincit and Vladimir Latham Vincit.
OVERALL HISTORY :
[/size]Cole is the second-born of John Abeye Vincit and Lillian Sarah (Devore) Vincit, both purebloods. He is three years younger than his older brother and two years older than Latham, the youngest of the Vincit brothers. The relationship between the brothers was never exactly fraternal, as the three siblings were pitted against each other since birth, each striving to best their brothers in all fields. Tradition, coming from the very begginings of the clan in the early middle-ages, dictated only one of them could become the head of the clan, inheriting all of the family’s wealth and power, and could become so only after killing his brothers. So it had been for centuries, with the doulbe purpose of strengthening the bloodline and keeping the lineage a secret from the other wizarding families, and so they were raised, with the knowledge that one they they would have to kill each other to fulfill the family tradition. The three varied greatly in character and personality, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, but none of them ever thought of revelling against tradition; it had been engraved in their minds, as it had been the hatred for muggles and mudbloods and the belief in the superiority of their lineage above all other pureblood families, and that it was the fate of the Vincits to one day take over the wizarding world. As a result, the three brothers didn’t quite see each other as so, but as rivals to best in every way and enemies standing in the path of their destiny.
The competition between the brothers served a third puprose, which was to force them to excell and push themselves to their limit from a very early age. The process of natural selection undergoing for centuries in the family ensured that all Vincits possessed amazing potential for magic, yet Cole’s brothers had seemingly inherited this trait in a greater amount that him. Though he is very much above average, and more powerful than most wizards he has encontered, Cole could never quite match the sheer power and potency of his brother’s spells, always falling just a little bit short when compared to them; Cole’s magic started manifesting around the same time as Latham, who is two years his younger. Because of the fierce competition between them, estimulated by their father, who often pitted them against each other in cruel games designed to boost the rivalry between them, Cole was forced early on the find a way to contend with his brothers despite his comparatively inferior magical prowess. Fortunately for him, Cole had inherited one other family trait in a greater amount than them: brainpower. He found out he was more astute and cunning than both of them, and could easily outsmart them and manipulate them, playing into their weaknesses and pitting them against each other, then taking on the weakened victor himself. He was also quicker than both of them to study and learn spells, which enabled him to duel his two stronger brothers on equal terms, at least while they were children and during most of their time at Hogwarts. Cole lost that advantage gradually, as their knowledge of magic evened out, and now his only advantage is his cunning.
The brothers each started Hogwarts with a two years difference, each under a different surname and not telling anyone they were brothers, so as to maintain the Vincit lineage a secret. As would be expected, Cole passed every subject he took with ease, getting top grades. He learnt spells with incredible ease, as if he was not really learning them but remembering them. When he was fifteen he started teaching himself Legilimency and Occulmency from textbooks in the library and found out he had talent for them; by the time he finished Hogwarts, he had mastered both. During his time at Hogwarts he also made his first kill, guided by his older brother, as per tradition, and in turn Cole did so with Latham. They couldn’t kill each other yet, as another tenet of the tradition said they could only do so when the youngest had reached twenty-five years, achieving his full magic potential. After one of them had killed the others, he would have to find a woman of pure blood and have three sons, who would repeat the process, until one Vincit had gathered enough power to defeat the Ministry and take over the wizarding world, at which point hiding the lineage wouldn’t be nescesary. Their family’s Code had been imprinted into their minds since they were born, and none of them ever thought of defying it. After finishing Hogwarts, Cole studied in St Mungo to become a Healer, as it was required of him to get a low-profile job. He works there as of now, speciallizing in reattachment and regrowth of limbs.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Cole walked through the dark forest, his mind wondering somewhere else. To the school's dungeons, to be more precise, and his encounter with Aurora Delvin. She was a complete match for him in cruelty, power and killing instinct...yet there was still part of her that was still human. A part that still held a shadow of her love toward Sebastian; the mere thought of the Gryffindor made him want to kill something. She was such a perfect, lovely thing...but she was yet incomplete. She had still not let go of her humanity completely, and until she did that she wouldn't be free. And he would be alone.
There was something behind him. Cole turned around just in time to see an acromanthula rushing towards him in it's multiple legs; luckily, it wasn't an adult yet and barely reached Cole's height. He raised his yew wand, and waited just a fraction of second before saying the two words. Then there was flash of green light, and a sound as if something vast and invisible was soaring through the air....he always wondered what made that. It gave him the impression that the Killing Curse was a being on it's own.
The giant spider dropped dead. It didn't even give a dying shriek, it just died, without wounds or spilling a single drop of blood. It was clean and pure...it was beautiful. There was no filthy blood to tarnish the only thing that mattered: it had been killed, it's life ripped away against it's will. His entire body felt relaxed, he felt a rush that was better than any drug. It didn't compare to killing a human being, though. There was nothing quite like that.
He approached the body. He would have wanted to work on it, but he knew he didn't have time. Those beasts rarely hunted alone, and chances were it's filthy siblings were probably somewhere near. He ran further into the forest, careful to cover his tracks. His mind soon started wandering again to the girl that was seemingly taking over his thoughts.
Luckily he had perfect night-vision, otherwise making his way through the thick vegetation could have proved somewhat problematic. Suddenly, the sound of a soft moan made him stop dead in his tracks. It was no doubt human. Very few students dared venture this far into the forest, and they weren't usually the gentle kind. He smelled the air, and the sweet, metallic scent of blood invaded his nostrils. He doubted the moaner was hurt though...it had sounded pleasureful more than agonizing. Curiosity took the better of him though, and he followed that sweet smell.
The vegetation suddenly seemed to stop, and he now stood before a clearing...and a vision worthy of hell. There was a man about his age chopping a woman's motionless dead body with a knife. For the cuts around her wrists and her uncles, Cole could tell it wasn't the first time the man was doing it; they were steady and perfectly circular. He wondered if he was going to dismember the body to hide it better, or if he was just cutting it for fun. His instinct told him he should leave the killer alone with his prey's body, but there was something compelling him to make his presence known. There was something about that man...had he seen him before? He needed to see his face.
Cole abandoned his hiding place. "Nice work," commented, looking at the body appreciatively. "You seem to know your way around a knife. Though using a wand would be much more effective." He took his green eyes off the dead body, and placed them directly on the stranger's.
The man made a move to reach for his wand, but Cole's wand was already pointing at his chest. "Don't move," he said, coldly, his icy gaze fixed on those green eyes, that were so similar to his own. That look...he knew that look. He could recognize a killer when he saw one, and he could tell that this man was of the worst kind, if he needed anymore proof than the blood he was soaked in. He was the kind that had been born without a soul, and needed to cause misery and pain just to fill the hole where it should have been.
The Slytherin walked slowly towards the stranger, ready to fire a well-aimed Killing Curse at any sudden movement. For some reason, the man provoked feelings on him that he could only associate with what he had felt on his first kill. Hell, his hands were shaking. What was wrong with him? Why did this stranger provoke such a reaction?
"Who the fuck are you?" the man said, his rage barely contined. He looked at the blood-soaked individual with slight contempt. The use of tools such as knives and chainsaws had dissapointed him; this killer seemed to rush into the killing like a kid to the candy-store. Cole, on the other hand, knew that death was a meal best served cold. "I’m a fellow traveler," he said, answering his rather aggresive question. His voice was cold and even. "A monster. Like you."
Despite the calmness of his voice, there was something about that man that made him...uneasy. Something that made his skin crawl. To his surprised he realized heartbeat was accelerating, until the point he thought his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment. What the hell was happening with him?
He had seen killers before. He had seen people soaked in blood; he had seen people die impaled, stabbed, dismembered, choked, frozen, burnt and in all ways imaginable, yet the sight of that man sent chills playing through his spine. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t revulsion, it certainly wasn’t lust...what the hell was it?
Anger. Yet another thing he didn't remember feeling. Cole was used to being in absolute control. He didn’t feel like humans did; every reaction and emotion was deliberate, carefully planned and executed in the way that best fitted his ends; this man seemed to bypass his impenetrable armor with no effort and cause him actual feelings. His mere existence made Cole lose the self-control he had known all his life…and that pissed him off.
Hot, blazing, unreasonable fury drove him. He wanted this man to simply disappear, to scream in agony with his arteries cut open and to soak in a pool of his own blood. Cole raised his yew wand and fired a Blasting Curse to the other killer's head; he wanted to see the man's blood and brains spilled all over the ground; hopefully, that would put him back at ease.
