Post by xander on Mar 12, 2007 6:51:21 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Kane
Age: 39-ish
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,): Human (Irish), Ex-Watchers council.
History: Arthur Kane was a marvellous student, his work ethic was sketchy at best however what work he took interest in was magnificent. He studied in a small school in Cork and quickly moved through the ranks. He appeared not eligible for Trinity College Dublin on paper, however after an entrancing interview he managed a place. Many claim this was because of his father’s power, influence or perhaps just large wallet sizing.
Whilst at Trinity he truly began to work diligently, studying the arts, theology, the classics and history. He attained top marks and emerged with numerous first degrees. While at the university he fell into an interesting crowd, one which shared beliefs and ideals that he had always agreed with – primly magic. The magic circle was small but powerful and even on occasion summoned demons.
Upon emerging from Trinity he was instantly spotted by the Watchers Council who snapped him up. The young man found it impossible to refuse, he had always believed but their resources were beyond anything he had ever seen and he planned to take full advantage of them. He began training and studied more there enhancing his magical ability twofold.
Arthur watched and was intrigued by the system the Watchers Council put into effect, they claimed to fight for good and righteousness yet their cold industrial style of implementing their actions usually led to them being the opposite of the ones planned. Arthur pushed himself through the ranks and eventually left.
Out of the blue one day he had decided he had gotten sick of the Watchers Council and believed he had surpassed them and their menial tasks. He also had been having family problems and magic began corrupting him slightly raising him to 33rd richest man in Ireland, with estates over the known world and over 30 million in value on his ‘businesses’ alone.
The man eventually began hunting, he never claimed fighting for good, and refrained from killing as many innocents as possible. Travelling the globe with a hired taskforce he began removing those he thought unworthy of the life they led; taking out underworld kingpins and vampire leaders. Arthur Kane became quite well known amongst circles, for his reputation of death and more so his capacity for it. Some spoke of him enjoying torture and its fiendish delights.
The man grew old and as did his tendencies. He grew more interested in the prestigious Watchers Council once again. Shortly after he began taking interest and the entire Watchers Council was destroyed, supposedly by ‘The First’ evil, removing Kane’s interest in the council.
Kane began preparing to move himself to another dimension when fear of a complete apocalypse spread, thankfully due to the slayer he did not have to move and instead took interest in Buffy Summers, an astonishingly old slayer who had faced off certain death numerous times, and even when she did die she usually returned for more. Kane studied her life from the shadows until the slayer and her comrades all united in Ohio, at which point Kane decided it was time to meet the slayer and see if he an old watcher had anything to offer her. It would also be amusing to Kane to meet Rupert Giles.
Personality: Arthur is slightly curt to those of whom he is not entirely sure. He can be easily angered and does not suffer fools easily. However on the other hand he matches perfectly with certain people and even in some rare occasions can show affection.
Appearance: Arthur is nearly an old man by this stage, he appears slightly more vibrant than reality would suggest through tonics, potions and lotions of choice. He has long-ish dark hair that flops past his ears and reaches the bottom of his neck from the crown of his head. Depending on the situation he may be adorned in anything from black camouflage to suits – to which he prefers. Upon his body he carries usually at least one stake, a small vial of holy water and a small pistol, for he has found that some of the most deadly opponents are most often human, if they can be called that and most easily dispatched with a 9mm to the neck and head. His face is carries one or two wrinkles, but he is not aged. The old mans eyes glow a fierce blue, echoing of the life still burning within him.
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): Kane’s old hands hit the old mahogany double doors hard, thrusting them open with odd strength for his age. All eyebrows raised as the barristers, accountants, solicitors, butlers and secretary all turned to the slamming doors as the old man charged into the room roaring, “What the hell do you mean 2 million euros!?”
The room was ancient in appeal with large bookcases lining the walls, filled with anything from dictionaries to archaic texts of unknown origins. Placed in the corner behind a small desk with a compact laptop was Erin, his secretary, aged but knowledgeable and top notch. Opposite the entrance to the room was a huge window looking over the man’s estate, statures of the ancient civilisation amongst fountains and flower beds – Eden immortalised. Standing arms over crotch next to the table were four nervous looking men in suits, 2 accountants, a solicitor and the ‘best’ barrister in Ireland.
“W…w..well ss..sssir, Mr Blake mmmmmight hhahave a cccase.” The solicitor babbled as Mr Kane halted in front of the quartet blazing. “Quit babbling!” Kane ordered the man before turning straight to his local accountant, “Harry what the hells going on here? Why am I giving this man 2 million?” Arthur spoke more kindly to the old friend. “Well Arthur you need to be more careful, Mr Blake won’t walk the same ever again, and he now has titanium hips.” Harry spoke carefully and watched as Arthur flared. “I paid for those f**king hips!” the man shouted throwing his arms in the air, then sighing and considering damage control. “How much will it cost taking him in court?” he asked stroking his chin.
The other younger accountant flipped a few scribble-filled pages in a brief-pad. “Anything up to 5 million, Mr Blake claims wanting to take you to the Supreme Court for attempted murder on over 15 accounts.” The accountant muttered hastily. Mr Kane fumed for a few minutes, “He was driving the d**ned thing not me!” he defended needlessly to Harry sighing again before taking a quick scout around for a familiar tray, moaning as he approached the said ornate tray on wheels, “I need a drink.” The man picked up a square crystal jar filled with aged Irish whiskey, pouring a healthy glassful into the large Tyrone crystal glass and downing half of it first gulp.
Strolling back over to the suits he sips the fiery liquid darkly, “How much for standard elimination?” he asks Harry. The older accountant raising a brow before replying, “You’ll want it clean, real clean, t’will cost near 1.2 for the best and there could be a waiting list, also even then there could be reparations be to paid.” Harry laid it earnestly for his friend.
“No point bull-nutsting I guess.” The man stroked his chin again thinking it over before Harry added again, “He is an innocent and his driving did save your life quite a few times – sir.” He added professionally.
“Fine, make it go away, feed him the 2 mil and get him a nuts job somewhere, one which won’t allow him to drive.” He ordered.
“Mind wipe?” his old friend asked harshly.
“No, he signed the contract, he will keep quiet now, or suffer the consequences.” My Kane spoke before downing the rest of the whiskey resting the glass on the old desk before turning to the suits, “GO! I’m finished.” He shouted startling the men who shuffled off slightly disgruntled appearing. Harry stood on, knowing he was still needed looking towards the stout butler in the corner sanding stock still. The old man moved behind his desk removing a large box, opening it up and flicking through the mini-files within, “Xander Harris, Willow rosenburg, Spike – William the Bloody, Angel – Angelus, Daniel Ozbourne, Cordelia Chase…” now flicking more frantically, “Where is this blasted…” before smiling whilst sliding the file out, “Buffy Summers.” He grinned opening the portfolio. “Harry is the jet ready?” he questioned not taking his eyes off the portfolio.
“Yes sir, but I must question your motives, why not take a tactical team, or some sort of support? She hates neutrality by the looks of things and hates watchers also. She could kill you.” He warned, attracting the mans glare.
“She could not kill me.” He combated, “and I must meet her, we could be great allies, just make sure my money is in safe stock whilst I am gone. I am going in a pauper.” He grinned at his old friend.
“As you wish sir, I doubt her knowing of your capitalist nature would have that large an impact.” He offered.
“Well I don’t, I’m quite sure it would, and no matter either way for I want to try this one from the old stance, on my own, no army of soldiers or wizened wizards unless tis an emergency, you know the codes so it will be fine.” The man instructed.
“As you wish sir.” Harry nodded standing silently for the next command.
Secret Word: BOO!
Age: 39-ish
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,): Human (Irish), Ex-Watchers council.
History: Arthur Kane was a marvellous student, his work ethic was sketchy at best however what work he took interest in was magnificent. He studied in a small school in Cork and quickly moved through the ranks. He appeared not eligible for Trinity College Dublin on paper, however after an entrancing interview he managed a place. Many claim this was because of his father’s power, influence or perhaps just large wallet sizing.
Whilst at Trinity he truly began to work diligently, studying the arts, theology, the classics and history. He attained top marks and emerged with numerous first degrees. While at the university he fell into an interesting crowd, one which shared beliefs and ideals that he had always agreed with – primly magic. The magic circle was small but powerful and even on occasion summoned demons.
Upon emerging from Trinity he was instantly spotted by the Watchers Council who snapped him up. The young man found it impossible to refuse, he had always believed but their resources were beyond anything he had ever seen and he planned to take full advantage of them. He began training and studied more there enhancing his magical ability twofold.
Arthur watched and was intrigued by the system the Watchers Council put into effect, they claimed to fight for good and righteousness yet their cold industrial style of implementing their actions usually led to them being the opposite of the ones planned. Arthur pushed himself through the ranks and eventually left.
Out of the blue one day he had decided he had gotten sick of the Watchers Council and believed he had surpassed them and their menial tasks. He also had been having family problems and magic began corrupting him slightly raising him to 33rd richest man in Ireland, with estates over the known world and over 30 million in value on his ‘businesses’ alone.
The man eventually began hunting, he never claimed fighting for good, and refrained from killing as many innocents as possible. Travelling the globe with a hired taskforce he began removing those he thought unworthy of the life they led; taking out underworld kingpins and vampire leaders. Arthur Kane became quite well known amongst circles, for his reputation of death and more so his capacity for it. Some spoke of him enjoying torture and its fiendish delights.
The man grew old and as did his tendencies. He grew more interested in the prestigious Watchers Council once again. Shortly after he began taking interest and the entire Watchers Council was destroyed, supposedly by ‘The First’ evil, removing Kane’s interest in the council.
Kane began preparing to move himself to another dimension when fear of a complete apocalypse spread, thankfully due to the slayer he did not have to move and instead took interest in Buffy Summers, an astonishingly old slayer who had faced off certain death numerous times, and even when she did die she usually returned for more. Kane studied her life from the shadows until the slayer and her comrades all united in Ohio, at which point Kane decided it was time to meet the slayer and see if he an old watcher had anything to offer her. It would also be amusing to Kane to meet Rupert Giles.
Personality: Arthur is slightly curt to those of whom he is not entirely sure. He can be easily angered and does not suffer fools easily. However on the other hand he matches perfectly with certain people and even in some rare occasions can show affection.
Appearance: Arthur is nearly an old man by this stage, he appears slightly more vibrant than reality would suggest through tonics, potions and lotions of choice. He has long-ish dark hair that flops past his ears and reaches the bottom of his neck from the crown of his head. Depending on the situation he may be adorned in anything from black camouflage to suits – to which he prefers. Upon his body he carries usually at least one stake, a small vial of holy water and a small pistol, for he has found that some of the most deadly opponents are most often human, if they can be called that and most easily dispatched with a 9mm to the neck and head. His face is carries one or two wrinkles, but he is not aged. The old mans eyes glow a fierce blue, echoing of the life still burning within him.
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): Kane’s old hands hit the old mahogany double doors hard, thrusting them open with odd strength for his age. All eyebrows raised as the barristers, accountants, solicitors, butlers and secretary all turned to the slamming doors as the old man charged into the room roaring, “What the hell do you mean 2 million euros!?”
The room was ancient in appeal with large bookcases lining the walls, filled with anything from dictionaries to archaic texts of unknown origins. Placed in the corner behind a small desk with a compact laptop was Erin, his secretary, aged but knowledgeable and top notch. Opposite the entrance to the room was a huge window looking over the man’s estate, statures of the ancient civilisation amongst fountains and flower beds – Eden immortalised. Standing arms over crotch next to the table were four nervous looking men in suits, 2 accountants, a solicitor and the ‘best’ barrister in Ireland.
“W…w..well ss..sssir, Mr Blake mmmmmight hhahave a cccase.” The solicitor babbled as Mr Kane halted in front of the quartet blazing. “Quit babbling!” Kane ordered the man before turning straight to his local accountant, “Harry what the hells going on here? Why am I giving this man 2 million?” Arthur spoke more kindly to the old friend. “Well Arthur you need to be more careful, Mr Blake won’t walk the same ever again, and he now has titanium hips.” Harry spoke carefully and watched as Arthur flared. “I paid for those f**king hips!” the man shouted throwing his arms in the air, then sighing and considering damage control. “How much will it cost taking him in court?” he asked stroking his chin.
The other younger accountant flipped a few scribble-filled pages in a brief-pad. “Anything up to 5 million, Mr Blake claims wanting to take you to the Supreme Court for attempted murder on over 15 accounts.” The accountant muttered hastily. Mr Kane fumed for a few minutes, “He was driving the d**ned thing not me!” he defended needlessly to Harry sighing again before taking a quick scout around for a familiar tray, moaning as he approached the said ornate tray on wheels, “I need a drink.” The man picked up a square crystal jar filled with aged Irish whiskey, pouring a healthy glassful into the large Tyrone crystal glass and downing half of it first gulp.
Strolling back over to the suits he sips the fiery liquid darkly, “How much for standard elimination?” he asks Harry. The older accountant raising a brow before replying, “You’ll want it clean, real clean, t’will cost near 1.2 for the best and there could be a waiting list, also even then there could be reparations be to paid.” Harry laid it earnestly for his friend.
“No point bull-nutsting I guess.” The man stroked his chin again thinking it over before Harry added again, “He is an innocent and his driving did save your life quite a few times – sir.” He added professionally.
“Fine, make it go away, feed him the 2 mil and get him a nuts job somewhere, one which won’t allow him to drive.” He ordered.
“Mind wipe?” his old friend asked harshly.
“No, he signed the contract, he will keep quiet now, or suffer the consequences.” My Kane spoke before downing the rest of the whiskey resting the glass on the old desk before turning to the suits, “GO! I’m finished.” He shouted startling the men who shuffled off slightly disgruntled appearing. Harry stood on, knowing he was still needed looking towards the stout butler in the corner sanding stock still. The old man moved behind his desk removing a large box, opening it up and flicking through the mini-files within, “Xander Harris, Willow rosenburg, Spike – William the Bloody, Angel – Angelus, Daniel Ozbourne, Cordelia Chase…” now flicking more frantically, “Where is this blasted…” before smiling whilst sliding the file out, “Buffy Summers.” He grinned opening the portfolio. “Harry is the jet ready?” he questioned not taking his eyes off the portfolio.
“Yes sir, but I must question your motives, why not take a tactical team, or some sort of support? She hates neutrality by the looks of things and hates watchers also. She could kill you.” He warned, attracting the mans glare.
“She could not kill me.” He combated, “and I must meet her, we could be great allies, just make sure my money is in safe stock whilst I am gone. I am going in a pauper.” He grinned at his old friend.
“As you wish sir, I doubt her knowing of your capitalist nature would have that large an impact.” He offered.
“Well I don’t, I’m quite sure it would, and no matter either way for I want to try this one from the old stance, on my own, no army of soldiers or wizened wizards unless tis an emergency, you know the codes so it will be fine.” The man instructed.
“As you wish sir.” Harry nodded standing silently for the next command.
Secret Word: BOO!
