ALDÉRIC, ROSAIRE CRIUS

[ROSAIRE CRIUS ALDÉRIC]

ROSAIRE

[/size] CRIUS ALDÉRIC

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You want to know 'bout me? [/color]

* Full Name:[/color] Rosaire Crius Alderic
* Age:[/color] Eighteen
* Gender:[/color] Male
* Species:[/color] Demi-God
* Olympian Parent: [/color] Aphrodite
* Sexuality: [/color]Homosexual

Well, I think I'm Sexy. [/color]
* Eyes: Green
[/color] * Hair: [/color] Rusty Brown
* Birthmark: [/color] A small heart shaped birthmark on his upper arm.
* Distinguishing Features: [/color] Tattoo of a Bow with a rose, with very distinct thorns, in place of an arrow. (Located on his lower back)
* Play By: [/color] Nolan Gerard Funk
* General Appearance: [/color]

The Rest Might Be A Blur. [/color]
* Family: [/color] Mother-Aphrodite-God-Alive
Father-Adrien Crius-Mortal-Deceased
Sister-Elena Crius-Mortal-Deceased
* Abilities:[/color] Being the son of Aphrodite his powers lay more in the category of beauty. He possesses the gift of glamour which means he can change his appearance as he sees fit, a very useful skill of seduction. His voice, and eyes are another outlet for his mainly seduction oriented powers. If he is making contact with someone he can cause them to act as he sees fit, this is limited however and works best when used while he can speak. His voice can take on many qualities, but they are easier to resist when he isn't looking at the person. However the voice only works when heard or understood which has led to the manifestation of another power which is the ability to learn languages at an accelerated rate. This is due mostly to the fact he hasn't mastered it yet. Touch is also another way for him to influence the emotions of others and to slip small suggestive thoughts into their heads, like the others its weakest on its own. The use of his powers aren't subtle enough to go unnoticed by the target because they are still new to him. When using them the person who is the target will generally be aware unless he is using all three (Sight, Voice, Touch). In which case it would be a lot harder to notice since using them together amplifies his powers.

Rosaire also possesses the ability to sense the emotions of others, but is unable to alter them with a mere thought. He can influence emotions and thought, but only through contact, voice, and eye contact.

However every rose has its thorns, for all these beautiful powers there is a darker side. He is able to drain the life force of others and use it to heal himself or turn back the hands of time. This power can be used to do the same for others. The side effect is that using it requires physical contact and it nulls his powers for a few moments. Meaning that after using it he would have no powers to fall back on, only his wit and skill with a blade.

There is one final thorn on this rose, he does possesses the fledgling gift of plant manipulation. At the current moment he is only able to influence the growth of plants to a very small degree.

Note: Powers do not just fill people with lust or make them fall in love. They can influence the person's emotions in a much broader range. It is easier for him to use it for the purpose of making people fall in love with him, but with effort and usually a combination of two of the three ways he uses his powers is able to do so.

As a Half Breed he does posses the normal ADHD that leads to increased battle awareness and his brain is hard wired to read Greek, but he is able to read and write fluently in other languages. He has received the same training in hand to hand combat as well as swordplay, but he gravitates towards the more finesse oriented weapons. Rapiers, thin swords, and the occasional dagger or short sword. Things that allow for grace, speed, and surprise. He doesn't possess the strength of some, which he makes up for with speed and using his environment in battle. He doesn't possess any added advantages of some battle oriented power, but he does have skill from years of training.
* Pets: [/color] Victoria; an intelligent and cunning Brazilian Rainbow Boa. She is able to speak telepathically.
* Anything Else: [/color] It isn't some godly gift, but he is rather good at playing the violin and cello. Classical music being one of his preferred genres of music he has practiced playing those two instruments quite a bit.
* History: [/color] His sire, Adrien Crius, was a man who belonged to the aristocracy, but not through legitimate means. He worked for the money he had, but not in the most honest of ways. Adrien had come from a poor family, but unlike them he had the intelligence and looks needed to seduce women of more prestigious backgrounds. That wasn't all he did, he was a thief. A small time one who did mostly petty thefts, but he did pull off a few notable ones in his lifetime.

Adrien wasn't the kindest of lovers either, he would leave them high and dry once he'd gotten all the money he could out of them. He was able to live lavishly and with a clear conscience. His life style caught up to him however. A woman who ignored his every advance and was immune to his charm, he found himself falling for the woman he had to work hard to entice. In the end he woke up the next morning and she was gone. Then later on a basket with Alderic in it on his doorstep.

Rosaire didn't have the most practical upbringing. His father may have come into wealth, but that wealth was selectively used. Meaning that it was used purely for Adrien's own desires not his son's needs. Rosaire was raised without love from his father and attended to by him only every so often, most of the time he was raised by whatever woman was warming his bed at the time. Rosaire had an early on hatred for his father and a respect for women because of how he was treated by the two. He never experienced love, but did experience kindness. It's due to that that Rosaire doesn't believe in true love. The irony, the son of the goddess of love doesn't believe love exist.

Growing up he kept mostly to himself, not that he had anyone to talk to. Rosaire found ways to keep himself entertained most of them involved nature. It was his way of escaping the realization that he was a burden to his father. He wasn't treated like a son, but instead like an unwanted pet. Rosaire allowed himself no illusions about his home life. It was all he had however, he couldn't exactly leave. His only escapes were nature and school, one of which he hated. He couldn't place why he hated it, but it was something about the people that rubbed him the wrong way. Their personalities, their emotions. He felt suffocated by them, Rosaire never thought much of it and just tried to block it out. He grew used to it, but he kept silent about it. Who was there to tell about something as silly as feeling emotions?

As the years passed not much happened other then picking up fencing as a way to pass the time. He enjoyed the sport especially the finesse of the art. Rosaire made an art form out of it and was regarded as rather skilled, he took pride it in it. Not just because he was good at it, but deep down had oped it would grab his father's attention. It did no such thing, it was just another accomplishment that only he cared about.

In high school his powers started to come to a head. He found that boys and girls were attracted to him and the emotions that flowed from them were beyond suffocating. Rosaire couldn't block these out and he couldn't get them to leave him alone, not at first. Slowly he began to understand what was going on and finally began to realize that he possessed a gift, where it came from he was unaware of. His gift began to become twisted, he turned admiration, love, and lust into fear. He couldn't help it, being able to control people and deny them that emotion called love filled him with joy. Denying them the one thing he had always craved and by extension denying himself the same thing.

The use of his powers didn't go unnoticed and he was escorted to the camp. He had become a danger to mortals and they hoped to steer him away from the possible dark path he was beginning to explore.

Time to see, the real me. [/color]
* Name: [/color]Taylor
* Age: [/color]Seventeen
* What do you want us to call you?: [/color]Rosaire
* Rp Sample: [/color]

From a Black Jewels Trilogy rp
Adrien was starting to think that his whole reason for this little venture wasn’t going to arrive. He turned, giving the sparring ground his back and prepared to leave. It all changed when he saw him out of the corner of his eye. His target had finally arrived and the real sightseeing could begin.

Adrien caught sight of the Master of the Guard and his attention never shifted from him. How could he look at anyone else, the man was absolutely captivating. No one else seemed to be there, just that one Warlord Prince. His mind wandered, but his thoughts were derailed by the sound of staffs clashing. He’d forgotten that this was a sparring area; he hadn’t been prepared for the sound and had been startled by the sound. His pulse was racing from the shock and it didn’t settle. As he watched them spar each time the staffs met his pulse quickened a little. He’d never been so focused on a sparring match, he’d never found one so riveting. As the match progressed he bit his lower lip out of anticipation. He found himself wanting to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

He was enthralled in the match and couldn’t help, but to smile softly to himself when Nicolas won. Adrien wasn’t given the chance to fantasize about the male that had grabbed his attention. As his thoughts began to drift a sudden jolt of pain tore them to pieces. He was expelled from his daydream and into reality, the first sensation was a sharp pain spreading from his forehead outward and the next was the feeling of falling. His arms wind milled out of instinct as he fell backwards. He cried out in surprise as he fell onto his back, the staff landing with a dull thud next to him. The sound that escaped his lips would be hard not to hear. It wasn’t just loud, but it was a little high pitched.

After a few seconds of lying on his back his eyes slowly opened, he hadn’t even noticed his eyes had closed during the fall. It took him a few more seconds to piece together what had happened and why he was staring up at the sky instead of who he’d been observing from a distance. Slowly he moved to a sitting position and cursed, the world had decided to do a queer little spin as he sat up. He covered his face with his hands and closed his eyes waiting for the feeling to pass. Slowly he lowered his hands and opened his eyes, doing his best to focus on something that wasn’t moving.

Slowly the world began to stand still again. He sighed out of relief and gripped the grass underneath him for support. He tilted his head back finally able to look away from the stagnant grass and not feel sickened. Adrien touched his forehead gingerly with one hand and sighed out of relief that he didn’t feel blood, but he was sure it would be a nasty bruise. His hand moved from his forehead to his hear, running through it as he collected himself. Adrien didn’t get to his feet because he wasn’t sure how that would go, but there was no chance of him having another dizzy spell as long as he didn’t move.

"Well that's one way to wake up." Adrien muttered, he was completely unaware of his surroundings due to the collision with his forehead and the surprise of suddenly being on the ground. If anyone had moved close to him he wouldn't know.

The credits YO!. [/color]
This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and fucking beat you to the ground. [/center]