Davoren Cross III
Dec 8, 2011 20:52:40 GMT -5
Post by Davoren Cross III on Dec 8, 2011 20:52:40 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Davoren Sydney Cross III
Nicknames: Dav, that rich bastard
Age: 16
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Hypnotic Voice
Davoren’s ability allows him to compel people to obey his commands via a subliminal tone in his voice. This power is always on to a small extent, making people who hear him tempted to do as he says. He can reinforce the hypnotic tone, providing a stronger suggestion. When he does this, his voice changes, and sounds as if there are multiple people speaking at the same time.
Davoren’s main drawback is that his power put a strain on his lungs and throat, requiring the use of an inhaler and asthma medications on a regular basis. Davoren dreams of one day ridding himself of this condition.
Play By: Eric McIntire
The Details
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? A tattoo of the Illuminati symbol on his right ankle.
Any Scars? One on the inside of his left thigh, a result of a riding accident
General Appearance: Davoren is exactly what one would expect when they imagine a rich, white European brat. Born from an Italian-American businessman and a Bostonian fashion model, Davoren benefits greatly from his genes. Tall, lean, with olive skin and black hair, Davoren cuts an image of grace that hints at the darkness in his heart. His green eyes always seem to be moving, taking in every detail of his surroundings.
Davoren’s sense of fashion ranges from the expensive to the obscenely expensive. Though he will at times sport a simple t-shirt and jeans, he prefers finely tailored dress shorts and slacks. Even his casual clothes are custom tailored to fit him perfectly, and even the slightest tear will cause him to abandon the article and buy several more in replacement.
Personality: Davoren Cross III is the kind of person most people secretly idolize, and not-so-secretly want to punch in the face. His handsome, wealthy, and he knows it. To an extent, which is to say a great extent, he flaunts his family’s wealth and connections. As far as he’s concerned, women want him, men want to be him, and they well should. He has a massive ego, and brushes of criticism as merely jealousy over his status.
If Davoren had one weakness, it is women. If he sees a woman who catches his eye, he will attempt to charm her, reguardless of if she is available. Although his attentions can be brief, if a woman truly catches his attention, he will persue her almost to the point of obsession. And if you think he’s above using his ability on her… you’d be wrong. Davoren sees women as possessions, a belief firmly rooted in him by his father.
In short, Davoren Cross III is a bastard-covered bastard with a bastard filling. And he revels in it. There is a very short list of people he truly cares about, his father being the holder of the number one spot. Davoren is driven to prove his worth to the elder Cross, and show the “old man” that his is more than worthy to be the heir of the Cross fortune.
Your Vices
Likes: Women, money, red wine, women, silk, classic rock, and women
Dislikes: Poor people, bad smells, people who try and pretend to be on his level, laziness, hip-hop and R&B
Strengths: Multitasking – Davoren has an amazing ability to juggle multiple tasks at once. He can balance his checkbook, make a woman swoon, and play soccer at the same time.
Manipulation – Due to his ability, Davoren can make even the most outrageous request seem reasonable.
Athlete – Think that Davoren is all talk? Think again. Davoren’s parents believed in keeping their son as fit and healthy as possible. Among his passions is soccer. He’s a striker, of course. He’s also had some training in boxing.
Language – Davoren speaks near fluent Italian and Spanish as well as English.
Music: When he’s not hacking up a lung,
Weaknesses: Being rejected – Davoren cannot take no for an answer, when it’s something he really wants. Though he’ll more often than not lose interest, if he makes an effort to obtain something, or someone, he can be relentless.
His family - His family is royally messed up.
Self-absorbed - Davoren finds it hard to feel empathy for anyone who isn't Davoren.
Fears: Loosing his wealth and status, being disowned by his father
Secret: Davoren still has some Catholic beliefs, and keeps a rosary hidden in his room.
Family Ties
Father: Davoren Cross Jr.
Mother: Giovanna Rappaccini-Cross
Siblings: Tabitha, Gloria, Dianna (sisters) Dante, Cristiano (brothers)
Any Other Important People:Wrath (his family’s pet Rottweiler)
History
Davoren Cross III is the eldest son of the Cross family of Boston, Massachusetts. Davoren Cross Jr, a wealthy businessman originally from Naples, Italy, married up and coming fashion model Giovanna Rappaccini in a lavish ceremony attended by the Hollywood elite, politicians, and of course the press. The wedding essentially foreshadowed the life Davoren was about to live.
The second child born was his younger brother, Dante, less than a year after Davoren himself. Growing up, Davoren and Dante were the closest of the subsequent siblings, totaling three boys and three girls. Davoren and Dante domineered over their younger siblings, even from an early age. Whatever they wanted, the younger siblings retrieved.
Life for the Cross family was a constant competition. Davoren Jr. was typically much too busy to pay much attention to his children, and Giovanna degenerated into a bitter alcoholic, lamenting her past life as a model and regretting ever marrying Davoren. It was on the children to find amusement for themselves. Though they longed for nothing, the warmth and affection of a loving home was the one thing they always lacked. It was around the age of ten that Davoren decided to move the family back to Italy.
As the children neared their teenage years, simply ruling over their younger siblings began to be not enough, especially for Davoren. He wanted more power, more freedom. He began to plot against Dante, turning the other kids on him. Dante eventually confronted Davoren. After a heated argument, Davoren’s power kicked in, causing Dante to admit a secret he'd kept for years.
Davoren knew their father, a staunch traditionalist Catholic, would never accept a gay son. He had his leverage. If Davoren the elder knew about his son's tendencies, he would disown him in an instant, and Dante would loose his part of his inheritance. Forced to choose between silence or his family's fortune, Dante chose to appease Davoren.
Davoren thought he had won, and was filled with a sense of... disappointment. Dante had been his sole challenge. And now that he was conquered, he found himself longing. That sensation didn't last long, however. Less than a week and a half after he'd conquered Dante, he was recruited for a special school for those with abilities like his. Davoren saw opportunity to once again conquer... and salivated at the prospect.
He excelled at the Kocher haute école pour les surdoués. But his family longed for home... and grew tired of the growing economic problems in Europe. Although initially resistant, the elder Davoren got his son transferred to the American Hammel Institute. And Davoren the younger is not so happy about it...
Roleplay Example
It was funny, really, how the masses of humanity were so willing to believe whatever you told them. Even with years and years of stagnation, of politicians saying "change" like it was a magic word, they were still ready to believe it. Nothing ever changed, not really. At least, not so fast the dregs would notice.
Right now, the newly elected Prime Minister was walking up the steps to St. Paul's cathedral. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. He ran on the premise of being a man of the people. Someone who understood and sympathized with the plight of the poor. In other words, a metric ton of bullshit shoveled into the open mouth of the masses.
Of course, as he emerged from his black limo he was flanked by guards on all sides. One couldn't trust the "common man" as far as one could throw them. A bunch of hooligans, the lot of them. He had his cell phone to his ear as he emerged. "Yes, Danielle, you are fired. As in you no longer work for me anymore, that is why the lovely colored woman was sitting at your desk. Why? why you ask? Let me see, you made a royal cock-up of that meeting with the Australian Prime Minister, you spilled soup on my desk, and last, and most important, you look terrible in a mini-skirt. Now, I want you out of the office by the end of the day, or I will have security haul you out and throw your grotesque ass on the street, is that understood?"
He let out a sigh, closed the cell phone, and walked into the church. Not that Davoren was ever particularly religious; it just seemed like good PR. Oh look, the new Prime Minister goes to the same church as the regular Joe Schlubs! He must be okay! Sheep, the lot of them. He looked around, taking a seat, and prepared for the service.
Davoren removed his usual sunglasses as the service was almost ready to start. Prepare for hours of sheer boredom. If only there were a cute girl or something to occupy his interest while the man at the altar droned on and on and on about God and Heaven and being good and praising the Lord et cetera...
And then something caught his eye. A lovely specimen of female walked into the church. He glanced at the sky for a moment, wondering if some all-powerful deity had, in fact, heard his silent prayer and granted his wish.
He leaned to his left, the side closest to the aisle and whispered something to one of his bodyguard's ears. The man nodded and rose, walking over to the brunette who'd taken a seat a few pews behind him. "Pardon me, ma'am. Mr. Prime Minister Cross would like to invite you to the seat beside him for the service."
The man then stood perfectly straight; prepared to give his seat for the girl should she decide to take the offer.
What About You?
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Age: 27
Experience: 7 years
How Did You Find Us? Angel!
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