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"Chaos is a necessary piece of order."

Victor Volodimire Bluht Blood

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Personality

Can someone have a crippling hero and God complex while still being a self loathing depressive? Victor can be cold, dismissive and rude, but he cares almost too much about the people around him. He often goes far out of his way for supernatural folk generally, even more so if he cares, but he prefers to keep sentimentality to a minimum and often treats life as if it is a business transaction. He is incredibly intelligent and masterful in many arts but his self doubt and loathing often holds him back. Victor is desperate to be seen and make a connection, but nearly incapable of reaching that state of trust with the people around him- in his eyes people use you or they leave. Usually both. He prefers solitude, and yet work tirelessly to build a community.

Powers

Obscene wealth: more money than any god would know what to do with

Shadow manipulation: manifestations through dark matter

Incantation Magic: learned spells of many varieties, limited only by knowledge and learnedness

Apparition: teleporting short distances

Angurvadal: 'sword of anguish' is inscribed with Runic letters which blaze in times of war, but only gleames with a dim light in times of peace. Summoned by magic at will.

Vampirism: Victor does not see himself as a vampire and dedicates quite a few of his resources to attempt to 'cure' his 'condition'. The current suppression pills he is testing on himself limit his needs for blood, as well as any healing or strength derived from the vampirism. He does need blood, but not nearly as often and avoids feeding from people all together, seeing it as a intimate and frightful act.

History

Victor was born into blood, taking his mothers life with the start of his own on a chilly November evening. His father, a German immigrant and cold hearted businessman, never let him live this down, blaming his son for the loss of the woman he loved, he swore her sacrifice would not be in vain- Victor would be useful. Victor was raised by nannies and tutors the finest money could afford.

After all, the Bluht name came with wealth of its own, but upon leaving the failing German empire Stefen Hans Bluht wanted to better fit in and succeed in the American market, he had hidden away his lineage in favor of what he felt was a much more eye catching english word: Blood
A new empire, in his mind, and an empire he did build with a ferocity which earned its name- one he intended wholeheartedly for Victor to take over. He ‘prepared’ his son mercilessly, forcing schooling far beyond his grade, studying most of his childhood away.

Victor avoided him, and avoided angering him by any means possible, but the anger his father felt for him was unrelenting and often crossed the line into horrific abuse of unspeakable varieties, actions Stefen excused under the guise of building a warrior, a machine of impervious callus.

Perhaps he would have succeeded in building his monster if Victor had not found magick.

He was eight the first time he tried to make contact with his deceased mother, and though he was not allowed many hobbies and spent some of his later years in boarding schools he managed to hide the new world from his father. He managed to not only grow in it, but flourish. By sixteen he had made a provisional deal with a daemon Agremon. He would serve as a vessel for nearly three years, reaping the benefit of demonic power while paying its steep price.

He graduated with his first bachelor's degree in biomedical engineering, not even this bringing pride to his fathers eyes despite Victor’s obvious genius.

When Victor was sure he had secured his stakes in his fathers company he killed him, only a few months after his eighteenth birthday- becoming the youngest, wealthiest, CEO in history, overnight.

The board of directors nearly revolted, the investors pulled out in mass, but before his twentieth birthday he had doubled profit margins, developing multiple patents of his own design which restored interest from investors.

He became a celebrity, but he felt just as alone as ever.

So he ran away, the only way he had ever known how to in the past, Magick.

He experimented with drugs and drank himself into blackouts, but eventually Victor found community in a space beyond the realms of time, in a pocket dimension full of misfits like him. He joined a cultish military order, built around a egregore being, which helped free him of his demonic contract in trade of a new one. With this one he was given responsibility and power which he did not want to fumble, his desire to impress overwhelming.
But a young man of little wisdom and love, and far too much knowledge and power, he fell victim to manipulation, fell in love with an older man, a superior officer.

He lost his position, and the only family he had ever known- nursing those wounds he returned to New York in order to run his own neglected empire in earnest.

A few months upon returning Victor discovered two things: new love for an exceptionally normal man of his own age, Maxwell; and a brother, Jonathan.

His father had a second family, one he had apparently quite cherished- but after the untimely death of the boy's mother his only blood relative was Victor… much to the young witches surprise.

For a few years things were good.

Victor played family and business man by day, and Master of the Dark Arts by night.

He opened the Covenstead Cabaret, a magical lounge, in the undergrounds of his newly erected Serenity Tower- a beacon of green energy and mind bending architecture built around the concept of bringing nature to the city. He started the Major Arcana, a group of young supernatural being whose primary mission was to help displaced youth of their kind and fight off those who wished to cause harm.
He built his empire of magic attop his fathers own empire of blood, he used the darkness of his past to fuel new initiatives, first in New York, then beyond.
But things are rarely good for long, an attempt on Victor’s life left him so close to death that his partner begged one of the Vampires they knew to change him, sure the only recourse for his state was such a drastic measure.

Vampirism was not an affliction which Victor took to with any joy, and it put a horrific strain on his relationship with his partner.

As they danced closer to their wedding date, Victor found more and more that he felt like an imposter- pretending to be a hero, a leader. He had a family, he was to have a husband, he led a team of supernatural beings who trusted him and his company practically ran itself at this point. And yet he felt Max only cared for the hero he expected Victor to be, an image he could never uphold.

Victor was already unsure and isolating when his old superior officer resurfaced, he accepted his offer for drinks- part of Victor wonders still if he knew what it would lead to..

How one drink would lead to two, how he would be encouraged to vent, told he was right, Max took advantage of him, Max wanted him to be something he wasn’t…

But being with his ex-superior didn’t quell those doubts and fears, only sowed them.

With the sanctity of trust lost his partner left him, something which drove an inevitable wedge between Victor and his brother, who had taken to the much more motherly and nurturing Maxwell.

In the aftermath Victor dedicated to his mission of building his empire, in the way he knew was best, and curing himself of what he felt like was a disease.

Currently

Victor lives in New York, in a penthouse in Serenity Tower, he runs his Biomedical Engineering company, and the Major Arcana; a group of otherbeings who help Victor to run his missions and reach his visions.

Victor wants to unite the human and supernatural world, but realizes such a lofty goal can not be reached until there is structure to Otherbeing societies. Victor hopes by replicating Serenity in major cities across the world he can begin to build some foundations to a global community for Non-human kind, in the hopes of bringing them from the broom closet.

This manifests in a lot of charity work on Victor's part, he seems to adore collecting strays and giving them homes in his tower. He rarely expects return, often he sets up Otherbeings for free, helping them to intigrated into human society better so they feel less of a need to harm people or themselves.

Some are offered jobs with him, others are set up for success and end up leaving, some of those that he becomes closest with become inducted into the Major Arcana.

The Pilgrim

New Beginnings | Innocense | Free Spirit

Aether

High Priestess

Intuition | Unconscious | Inner Voice

Sapana Bunati

The Empress

Motherhood | Fertility | Nature

Fluer

The Emperor

Authority | Structure | Control |

Neal Jared Jefferies

The Hanged Man

Sacrifice | Release | Martyrdom

Iain Neiall Stroud

Temperance

The Middle Path | Patience | Finding Meaning

Blath Uisce

The Devil

Excess | Materialism | Playfulness

Azrael

The Star

Hope | Faith | Rejuvenation

Wyatt Arnold Cooper

The Moon

Unconscious | Illusions | Intuition

Valdís

The Sun

Joy | Celebration | Positivity

Ellula Ingwaz

Judgment

Reflection | Reckoning | Inner Voice

Jebediah Buck Kezar

The World

Fulfillment | Harmony | Completion

Echo

Roleplay status:

Accepting New Roleplays

Birthday:

January 17

I am open to new roleplay threads

Threads are Open

Character Gender

Male

Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para

Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Action, Adventure

About the Writer (OOC)

Name: Raven (they/them)

Age: 26

Rp history: Nearly 15 years, on many different sites and forums with ocs and non-ocs including but not limited to: Hannibal Lecter, Sherlock Holmes, Harley Quinn, Joker, Poison Ivy, Jason Todd, Matthew Murdock, Zebedia Killgrave, Castiel, The Tenth and Eleventh Doctor, Jack Frost, and likely more that I can't remember!

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Kaine Khvadi May 22, 2020 at 2:26pm

(Yup, I'm down for it. Have any ideas? Or should we wing it?)
Zatanna Zatara May 20, 2020 at 11:57pm

{ Oh, really? That's so cool! I'm doing a little bit of cleaning on some threads that have been inactive for a while, so I possibly can start a thread. In the meantime, care to plot a little? As you know, with magic at her disposal, Zee is pretty flexible when it comes to starting. Is there anything, in particular, you have in mind? :) }
Kaine Khvadi May 14, 2020 at 10:27pm

(Thanks for the invite.)
Zatanna Zatara May 14, 2020 at 12:28am

{ Thank you for the add! :) }
Peter Parker November 12, 2016 at 11:57pm

John turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, following Sherlock. Blond strands of golden hair fell into his eyes of deep azure. His hair was getting so long, he would soon have to start gelling it back to keep it out of his face. It was certainly a big difference compared to his usual short military cut, but who knew, times were changing and maybe it was also time for a change in hairstyles.. that is, if Sherlock liked it. He didn't want a repeat of his mustache incident. He hadn't liked it, and apparently no one did.

He took the offered towel and wrapped the soft white cotton around him, letting its softness hug him nice and dry. His fingers slipped between Sherlock's and squeezed around them."Yes, thanks to Moriarty.. or whoever it was" His hands trailed up and wrapped his arms around his torso, unable to keep his hands off of him for too long.

"We're a team, and nothing will ever change that. Not even Moriarty. Not anyone."
Peter Parker November 10, 2016 at 4:30pm

John melted into the kiss. Sherlock wasn't the most sentimental person. So he couldn't deny this rare moment of ardor was something he liked and cherished whenever it came up. He buried his face against his pale wet neck.

"Oh love, I love you so much. So much. Just being with you is all I need."

He lifted his head up and brought their lips together for another sweet lingering kiss. When he pulled away he smiled softly.

“Come. Let’s get dried off and head to bed. I don't plan on letting you go all night.”
Peter Parker October 24, 2016 at 6:15pm

John leaned back into his touch, pressing every inch of himself against him as if they couldn’t be closer enough. The hot water and the warm smooth contact of skin against skin relaxed his muscles, calming the storm that had been raging in his mind for the past few weeks. Now all he could think of was how much he loved Sherlock and how content he was that he had time to show him.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Sherlock.” John said like knew what Sherlock was thinking. Which he probably did in fact. John Watson wasn’t as foolish as people originally thought to believe.

Twisting around in his arms to press chest against chest and arms wrapped around neck and waist, he gazed up into those eyes he so adored. His fingers grazed over his slick wet hair. Leaning up on tip-toes he presses his lips to his mouth because just saying I love you was an understatement.
Peter Parker October 24, 2016 at 9:43am

“Oh alright, dear..” She said, watching him go.

Turning towards John, she gave him a pat on the shoulder before then heading downstairs to her flat where she would bake her biscuits and leave them upstairs for him to find as per their usual routine.

As the door shut behind her, with a heavy sigh, John followed soon after Sherlock. Opening the bathroom door, he came up from behind him, wrapping his arms around his pale lean form, hugging his back to his front. He kissed his cheek and nuzzled at the sharp curve of his neck while watching his face in the mirror.

“Come, love.. Lets get you undressed..”

His fingers drew up his front, along his core up to the buttons on his shirt, his eyes as grey as ash in a dying fire never leaving Sherlock’s opalescent gaze.

John helped him out of his clothes until soon they were both bare. Stepping into the shower, John turned on the hot water until he deemed it hot enough, yet not scorching hot.
Peter Parker October 20, 2016 at 12:01pm

“Can’t think of anything I’d want to do more” he replied softly, tucking in a wild curl behind his ear. He leaned up on his toes, planting a kiss to his cupid lips. Leading him by the hand he climbing up the stairs to their flat, where John didn’t have the intention of leaving any time soon.

Upon entrance, the older woman jumped. Startled, she twisted around, blinking her dark brown eyes rapidly as if coming out of some type trance.

“Oh Boys! Sherlock!” she gasped.

She immediately turned off their television before quickly walking towards the two of them and throwing her arms around Sherlock.

“I’m so glad to see you here dear. I can’t tell you how dreadful the news was. I thought this was it for good! I must have called your mother a hundred times; we’ve been so worried about you. But you’re back now, and I don’t know how you did it, but you are and Moriarty is back too, and how? How can this be?” Shaking her head, she dropped her arms and took a step back. “Oh I’m just chattering on, you poor thing, you must be tired and starving. Prison food should be a crime itself shouldn’t it? I’ll go fix you something to eat. Biscuits? You always eat those right up.”
Peter Parker October 16, 2016 at 9:35pm

He could feel his heart melt into a soft gooey puddle.

"I'm glad you feel that way"

Smiling softly into his hand he tilted his head slightly to press a kiss to his palm.

" I do remember. I remember that being the first time I felt truly alive. After Afghanistan thought I would never find my way out of this deep dark depressing hole. But you helped me. You helped me climb out and it was like you painted a brand new world so different and colorful."

He wrapped his arm around his frame, pulling him closer.

" As long as I have you, I am happy"