Xander, Balthasar

[Balthasar Xander]

----I’M IN THE BUSINESS OF MISERY----
…let’s take it from the top…!

*| player name/alias: Sarah
*| age: 24
*| other characters on this site: Luke Denmark, Genis Sage, Raine Sage, Ricky Adams, Ruffus Sheffield.
*| years of roleplaying experience: 8-9
*| how you found the site: Forsaken
*| contact information: Just Pm me please.
*| something special: (I like coke.)

----SHE’S GOT A BODY LIKE AN HOURGLASS----
…it’s ticking like a clock…!

*| full name: Balthasar Ferdinand Xander
*| nickname(s): The Illusionist, Master of Illusions
*| date of birth/date of transformation: 1696/1708
*| age (chronological/physical): Around 212 years old but looks 20.
*| height/weight: 6'2 180 pounds
*| hair color/eye color: Jet black crimson eyes
*| distinguishing physical characteristics: His face is extraordinarily handsome. (Or so he thinks)
*| species/type: vampire(traditional)
*| special abilities: Image Projection/Knowledge of a person's fears

----IT’S A MATTER OF TIME----
…before we all run out…!

*| mother: Maryann/Dead
*| father: Nigel/Dead
*| siblings: None
*| marital status: None
*| significant other: None
*| age/occupation of significant other: None
*| children: None
*| other family: None
*| coven: (None)

----WHEN I THOUGHT HE WAS MINE----
…she caught him by the mouth…!

*| likes:
Stealing
Pickpocketing
Fireworks
Painting
Frightening his prey
Harassing others
Scaring people for no reason
Power
Manipulation
*| dislikes:
Fire
Weakness in general
The Volturi
Humans
Being manipulated himself
Children
Hybrids
Shifters
Vegetarian vampires

*| hopes/dreams:
To one day see Aro of the Volturi bow at his feet
To have a coven of his own that will never leave him
To find a mate
*| fears: Balthasar is deathly afraid of fire, not just because he's a vampire, but of what happened to him as a kid. It's buried deep in his subconscious.
Balthasar is also afraid of being alone, which is why he keeps his pet tiger Savannah close at hand.

*| secrets: He's not really a bad guy, he just pushes everyone away before they can hurt him.
*| personality: Balthasar is somewhat vain. He knows he's good looking, he knows as a human he was good looking. His hair has to be perfect, not a strand can be out of place. He doesn't just walk. He struts. He knows he's all that and a bag of chips, or whatever it is Americans say these days. He doesn't like hanging around people who don't think he's as amazing as he knows his is. Actually, he's incredibly vain. If he could turn into an animal, he'd be a peacock. The best and most magnificent one in the world!
This boy is cruel. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. This is a vampire who feels no remorse at ditching a comrade. He doesn't care about hurting someone's feelings. If a woman pisses him off, he'll slap her across the face without feeling an ounce of guilt. He spits at people he doesn't like. Men and women included. There's a very good reason Balthasar doesn't have a mate. He doesn't care. To him, having a mate is just a weakness waiting for happen. His so called friends are only there to make him feel powerful. If someone, even a close friend is captured he'll leave them behind in the time it takes to blink. If they're killed, he doesn't take revenge. He gets a replacement.
Balthasar is also a master thief. While he has enough money to buy whatever he wants with ease, there's something about stealing that just makes him happy. It's thrilling! It's fun! It's illegal! He's also a very, very good pickpocket. He's extremely skilled and not at all obvious. He won't go for the whole 'bump into someone and swipe their wallet'. No. He's much more subtle. Most of the times he steals things and puts them on display at his house. But if the reward for his stolen object is high enough he'll 'kindly' return it and collect the reward.
This vampire is manipulative and has always been so. He always manages to get his way and with his charm, wit and manner of speaking he could easily make a person seem as if they got the upper hand in the situation. Whatever Balthasar wants, Balthasar gets. There is no waiting for him. He doesn't like to wait. He gets grumpy when he has to wait. Balthasar Xander is a spoiled brat through and through. At a young age in his human life he was given everything he wanted. He's still used to getting his way, even though his parents are long dead, their bones turned to dust. If Balthasar does not get his way, he'll pitch a fit and someone close by, usually a vampire will get hurt. He'll continue in this manner until he gets what he wants.

Balthasar will drum his fingers on the surface of anything he can get his hands on. He also makes it a habit to never smile for real. If he ever gives a person a real smile, he's at his most deadly. Most dangerous. Never bring anything near Balthasar you wouldn't want to lose. His love for stealing and his sticky fingers have given him a rather bad habit (or in his mind a hobby) of picking pockets. He looks around himself constantly. He doesn't sit still very well. He always has to move a little bit. He enjoys being mean to small children, homeless people, senior citizens and teenagers. Why? Because he can. Duh.
Balthasar as a love. An obsession. A need. A want for power. To the vampire, power is everything. It's more important than anything. Weakness should be squashed. The weak are just stepping stones for the strong. Food for the bigger, better beasts. Nothing will distract Balthasar from having power. He craves it and gets it however he can whenever possible. Whether it's through manipulating people with his powers, stealing something or hunting he wants to feed off the power. He's afraid of being weak. Afraid of friends and loved ones being used against him. So he pushes people away. Makes them hate him.
He has a deep fear of being alone, so he surrounds himself with people. In his castle back in Ireland Balthasar is very close to a town where he can hear the humans below. That's good enough for him. Almost. He doesn't like to be alone. Being alone is a sign of weakness. But, his love for his country and his castle and everything in it keeps him coming back when he travels looking for friends. He's never had very good people skills though, so making friends is tough for him. Even tougher to keep them.
To distract himself from his worries and fears, Balthasar hunts. He makes a game out of it. He'll pick out a target and stalk him or her and then, fright his prey as best he can. He thinks fear adds to the taste of the human's blood and he does everything possible to draw out the fear, to make his prey squirm and scream. Sometimes he enjoys torturing the humans before killing them.

----I WAITED EIGHT LONG MONTHS----
…she finally set him free…!

*| history: Balthasar was born into the richest family in Ireland. He was never told 'no' and he was encouraged by his parents to do whatever made him happy. So, he learned to steal as a human and was rewarded for it by his parents. He was also rewarded for being mean and nasty to people with less money than he had, which later lead to his hatred for the poor. He spent most of days as a young boy being spoiled, pampered and treated like the prince he thought he was. Balthasar could do no wrong in his parents' eyes, but to the eyes of his friends, he was a horrible boy. He was never very good at making or keeping friends. They all left him. One by one. Until he had no one. His mother and father, while they loved their son and never laid a harsh hand on him were both very busy so he didn't get to see them very often. This also helped add to his fear of being alone. His only companion was the family butler James Sampson. James was like a second father to Balthasar and James loved the boy like a son.
When Balthasar was just eight years old, he very nearly lost his life in a fire that some of the local boy's he'd been horrible to had started. There was no escape for Balthasar and he huddled on the floor in the corner of his room surrounded by flames, the heat of it was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, a figure came running to him, swept him into his arms and jumped out the second floor window. It had been James and the man had nearly perished saving the boy's life. The small child spent a lot of time with James at his bedside while the butler recovered from his horrific burns and broken leg. Once James was up and about, things went back to normal. Arya and Stanly still didn't spend much time with their son, but they loved one another anyway. Balthasar lived a very happy life.
When Balthasar was thirteen, things changed. He was sent away to war and the things he saw, wrapped his mind. Friends he'd made had died in battle, he lived in constant fear that he too would die. He was one of the few survivors in violent time in Ireland's history. It had changed him. It gave him a true fear of being alone and he soon sought friends, not for relationship sake, but to have around to make himself feel better. At the age of twenty he was approached by a very tall, beautiful woman who had been watching him order people around and make them do as he bade. 'What's your name young man?' she asked, and Balthasar could tell right away she was a foreigner. "'Balthasar Xander." he replied "Yer a very pretty lass, yeh know tha?" he asked. 'Of course I do. You.....would be very very useful.' "I would?" He was a little surprised "Useful 'ow?" 'Oh you'll see.' and with that, the vampire snatched him close, sinking her fangs into his shoulder. Balthasar's voice became a high pitched shriek and he fell to the grass, rolling back and forth in agony. The pain was too much, but he wasn't able to pass out, as much as he wanted to. When it was all over, he lay there on his back and stared at the woman who had changed him.
'Come with me my little pet' she whispered and he followed her. She took him to the ocean, explaining what he'd become, that he'd never be able to see his family again if he wanted to keep himself safe and that he was now her pet. Into the water they went and swam from the coast of Ireland all the way to the newly discovered land of America. Balthasar stuck around with Valerie for about a month before he discovered he could make people see things he wanted. Anything he desired. Humans became his toys. He began playing with humans from afar, watching them as he'd make them see the things that frightened them the most. That was always fun. The more practice he had, the better his images became. What was once a faint outline, was now a seemingly solid thing. He could only project one image at a time and while his images couldn't hurt his foes, he soon learned to use them in fights as a way to distract his foes, frighten them into making a mistake or even hide behind his images. He quickly discovered that if he projected the image of a foe's friend or loved one, the image became a makeshift shield. While someone could easily reach through and attack him, they were very unlikely to do so out of the fear of harming something that looked so much like their friend or loved one. With the second of hesitation on his foe's end, Balthasar used it as a chance to attack.

He soon discovered that he loved being a vampire. He could do anything he wanted. Including things he never could as a human. And so, Balthasar developed even better skills at his three loves. Theft, pickpocketing and painting. He became an expert and as time passed, he earned himself followers but because of his fear of being left alone and of having close friends or a mate to be used against him, he never kept them around for more than five years before he'd tell them it was over and ditch them to find more. Every couple of decades if the vampires from a previous group were still alive, he'd hook back up them, but again it was only temporary. He has yet to find a mate or even make real friends.
A month had passed since his turning, Balthasar still missed his parents and his butler James, wondered if they were still looking for him or if they had just declared him dead. Valerie was watching him, she'd tried to use him several times and he'd allowed it. Just to learn exactly how she ticked. What she was afraid of. He found out that like him she was afraid of fire. He also knew that he could do something she couldn't. Maybe something no other vampire in the world could do. He kept it from her. Only practiced when she wasn't around to see. Until he mastered it. Now he was ready. Valerie sauntered over to Balthasar "Balty." she cooed, stroking his face with a forefinger "I need you to do me a favor my pet. There's this rather nasty vampire trying to take over my territory. Take care of him for me will you?" Balthasar smiled. It was charming and very sexy. "Aye lass." He said, "But ahm afraid I won' be doin' tha fer yeh." He still carried a thick Irish accent "I fact, yeh won' 'ave to worry abou' him anymore. Worry abou' me." his smile widened and became dangerous. He locked eyes with the female vampire.
"What's happening? What are you doing?" she screamed, suddenly seeing a wall of fire all around her. "Aye. Yeh weel soon enough lass." and he made the false flames close in on her. Valerie backed away, whimpering in fear, convinced there was no way out. Balthasar's smile never left his face as he forced the woman to walk toward a rock wall behind her. She begged him to help her and he laughed coldly then, as he forced her into a corner he was able to see her expression and he smiled again and listened to her screams.He then sprang forward, through the fake flames which vanished in an instant. Valerie tried to run but it was too late. Balthasar ripped her apart with his bare hands, then built a bonfire, threw back his head and laughed uproariously.

*| roleplay sample: From the vast beauty of the shores of Ireland Balthasar came, flying in on a plane, in first class of course. While he refused any meals or drink, he insisted on being comfortable on the long flight to America. He remembered how he'd gotten there the first time. He'd swum the entire way. The plane was much easier and faster. Plus, there was an in-flight movie. A child was kicking the back of his seat in a steady rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Balthasar turned in his chair and gave the boy such a glare that he actually screamed and wet himself. The vampire chuckled and looked back ahead of himself as his embarrassed mother scolded him and took the little brat to the bathroom. Balthasar Xander smirked, stepping out of the airport and heading into the woods the first chance he got. Then, he ran. The feeling of the wind in his face was exhilarating and the way it ruffled his black hair was fun. He carried only a single bag, full of clothes and his wallet. As the vampire made it into the outskirts of town he slowed to a walk and read the sign. "Forks?" he muttered "Who the hell names a town after somethin' ye eat wit?" He grumbled, his Irish accent thick on his lips. "Americans make abou' as much sense as having a clown at a funeral!" he paused and took something from his bag, it was a trench coat, long and black. He put his arms through it and allowed it to act as a cape. When the wind blew just right, it made him look mysterious and impressive. He'd come to America to sight see and had picked Washington simply because of the fact that it was overcast so many days a year. He wore a wide brimmed black hat, black gloves, slacks and a shirt, with black boots of course. Balthasar enjoyed standing out and being looked at. It made him feel like people were paying attention to him. With each stride, his coat swirled about him, rain dripped off the rim of his hat and his gloved hands were pushed into the pockets of his slacks. He knew he looked cool and without a second thought, he dropped his dufflebag into the nearest dumpster and resumed walking. He checked out the various shops and stopped outside of one, his dark sunglasses obscured his bright red eyes and anyone foolish enough to ask him why he was wearing sunglasses when the sun wasn't out got a rather scathing look and a reply of 'I 'ave sensitive eyes.' or else a horrible swear word. "Doesn't this town 'ave any shops tha' don' sell things tha' are new?" He snarled to himself and then he paused at an antique store and smiled "Now tha's wha' I'm talkin' abou'." He muttered and admired the trinket. It was a beautiful crystal dragon, similar to the one he'd stolen in his youth. Actually it would go quite well with his other crystal dragon. He strode in casually and glanced around, his eyes taking in several things at once. First, the security cameras in two of the corners and the alarm at the door. The door was simple enough, he'd just have to peel off the bar code sticker from where ever it was on the dragon and the cameras would never see him steal it. It was faster than the human eye could blink. His hand shot out, swiping the crystal dragon, worth thousands of dollars and it dropped into the large pocket of his cloak. The sticker floated harmlessly to the floor and Balthasar moved on, seeming to browse the shelves and inspect things. The silly old woman behind the counter didn't suspect a thing and finally, Balthasar found a rather rumpled looking hat and picked it up, turning it this way and that. Carrying it to the counter he took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to her. "Ye know, there's a rather interestin' story 'bout this hat I'm wearin' now. Got me started on collectin' hats." He said in a friendly manner, "See, me da' gave me this. Said it's his lucky hat. I didn' believe the man until one day this bear came out of the woods!" The woman gasped, caught up in the story as she counted out change. "The bear nearly attacked him. But ye know wha' me da' did? He swatted the bear wit this very hat! Scared the bear right off!" the woman smiled and handed him change but Balthasar scowled. "Are ye tryin' to cheat me?" He asked, "I gave ye a twenty! I wan' me proper change back!" The vampire lied and soon, the woman became so flustered and confused, she handed him change for a twenty instead "Thank ye. Be more careful next time. 'Ave a good day." and out Balthasar went with his new hat, more money than he actually spent and his stolen dragon. He walked to the bookstore and sat down outside it, setting his prize on the table to admire it. Then, someone came by and he frowned, pulling the dragon into his lap and looking up. "This seat's taken." He said coolly, making it obvious that whoever it was was not welcome to join him.

----I TOLD HIM I COULDN’T LIE----
…he was the only one for me…!

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