Colton Montclair
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|Alive Since The Late Three Hundreds| White| Vampire|
Basic Information;Full Name: This go around it's Colton Montclair
Nicknames: Cole, just Cole
Age: oh, about 1600 something? He doesnt feel the need to keep track, and back then its not like you really kept track of birthdays and the like. Though he appears to be in his mid to late twenties.
Birth Date: again, its not exactly like birthdays were kept track of, but sometime in the autumn.
Gender: Male
Race: White
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: None
Place of Birth: His birth, somewhere in France, his Rebirth was in France as well...
Place of Residence: No where, every where...he has a home in France out in the countryside
Occupation: He's amassed a fortune over the years and has money to burn now, at the moment he owns a fair amount of casinos in vegas.
Appearance;Hair: A light brown color, fine and perfect, smooth as silk
Eyes: Slate Gray, like mirrors sort of, or stone
Build: Chiseled and Muscular, definitely looks like someone from a different time. Weight is unknown, though his height his roughly 6 feet 4 inches.
Clothing&Style: He dresses for the occasion...
His light brown hair falls into his face, veiling his cold, slate gray eyes halfway, in a way that made each of his looks more dangerously intimidating and mysterious than the last. Cole has a chiseled appearance, as if he was a work of art that someone had carved out of stone, any girl would fall head over heels for him if he merely looked at them the right way. The way his hair falls over his gray eyes, that were mostly dominated by pupil more often than not, the sharp planes of his face, and that chiseled, lithe, muscular form that he had, if you looked at him the right way, you could tell he was a predator by nature.Then there were the fangs, he had two long fangs that tapered to a sharp point extending where his upper canines would be, two significantly shorter and more canine-like in front of those, two on the bottom where his lower canines would be that tapered to a point but were fairly shorter than the upper ones and interlocked perfectly with them, and the smaller more canine-like ones that were in front of those. His mouth is often spread in a slow, lazy grin, like that of a sly mischievous cat.
Personality;Likes: +Blood
+Wine
+Tormenting people
+Causing pain
+Women
+Horses
Dislikes: -All human food and drink except for wine
-People who jump into fights
-Know it alls
-Fainters
-Having his picture taken
Strengths:+Vampiric things like, speed, strength, smell, hearing, and the like
+Telepathy to a certain degree
+He has that look that can draw you over from across a room
+Could talk his way out of most anything, if not pay his way out...
+He has so much focus...
Weaknesses: -Stakes Paralyze
-Fire obliterates
-Beheading kills
-Wood itself burns and stings and is harder to heal from
-Thirst
-Possessiveness, it could get him killed one of these days
Habits: Consuming large amounts of wine, but only wine he sees fit.
Quirks: He always, always, always sniffs his drinks before taking the first sip.
Dreams: What is there for a vampire to dream of? Perhaps warmbloods being tortured, their blood flowing through fountains he could easily take a drink from? The finest wines in the world? Women? All of these?
Fears: Though he doesnt truly
fear them per say, he should fear things like Stakes, and Fire...Beheading...
He likes to feel the fear of things, he likes the reactions of people when he tells them that he could easily kill someone they care for, someone they love. Love… love is a stupid notion to him, he doesn’t believe in it, and he doesn’t believe anyone should believe in it. Perhaps he had a mother and father that loved him once, a sister too, a wife even… but so much time has passed, and love is meaningless to him now. The only things he truly cares for, are the antiques in his houses that he has collected, the wines he drinks, and his continued life. Even money is something of a worthless item to him, he has so much, he’s slightly careless with it.
Now when it comes to wine, he is…the best expert you could have, he’s walked in most of the fields where the grapes were grown, smelled the soil they sprouted from, felt the grapes with a gentle touch. He can smell the wine and tell what vintage it is, where it came from, the taste is rich and inviting, yes…he loves his wine, and is seldom seen without a glass.
History;Parents' Marriage Status: Married
Mother: Melisande Yvette Moncleur (deceased)
Father: Gauvain Vincence Moncleur (deceased)
Sibling: Elise Audette Moncleur (deceased)
Sibling: -----
Relevant Family Member: Guinevere (His Sire ; Female)
Relevant Family Member: Luci (His Huge White Percheron horse)
Spouse/ Significant Other: Noelle Moncleur (deceased)
Children: Lucienne Plaisance Moncleur (deceased)
Way back in the 300's Colton was human, he had a mother and a father who borned him, he had a lovely wife who loved him and gave him a beautiful daughter. It was not the easiest of times, but there was family and friends, hope and faith, so many good things that Cole was once filled with. His daughter, his wife, his parents, and his community were all he needed, he survived as a…carpenter of sorts…he helped to build many castles and homes. He made toys for his child, and kissed her softly and sweetly on the cheeks, tucked her in and watched his wife hum songs to her as she fell asleep. His wide received nothing less than his devotion, his love, she was like an extended part of him, and he loved her…he truly loved her…you could see it in the way they shared a glance, or in the way they both looked at little Lucienne.
A fever broke through the village one year…left many too ill to move on with daily life, and even more deceased. His wife was one of the women who helped to tend to the sick, she had a deft hand at making herbal remedies, poultices, things to rub on your skin that made you smell lovely. It is understood that she easily caught the fever and came down with it herself, he cried for her as she died, she was in such pain, he couldn’t stand to see her like that, and when she died, he wept for days on end. When his child followed swiftly after he wept harder, most of his friends and family could tell he was not the same, he never truly smiled anylonger.
Then there was the day he went to work, and never came back, as far as the villagers were concerned anyways, it was the day he was reborn, the day Guinevere found him. Caught in a fire on his way home, or so its believed, Guinevere took him from the peril but he was damaged, he would not be able to repair as a human. She offered him life as a vampire, he didn’t hesitate to accept, Guinevere turned him, taught him how to be a vampire, what to do, how to do it. When it was time, Cole went out on his own, but he gave into the sadistic side of being a vampire over the many years he’s lived, the many lives he’s taken and formed for himself. The him that Noelle knew, that Lucienne and Melisande and Gauvain knew, vanished over time, time and the predatory instincts of a hunter that consumed him.
He has ‘lived’ through more than 1500 years, he no longer cries, he no longer loves, he only lives as a predator should, hunting and enjoying it’s prey. Now most would consider him a heartless bastard of a man, many would curse his name for things he has done.
