06-18-2011, 12:40 AM
Full Name: Zsadist Syn Viehl, Duke of Seymor
Nicknames: Z, Seymor, bastard, rake, devil
Birthdate: February, 13th, 1846
Current Age: 35
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Wand: Pine, Unicorn core, 11'
Blood Status: Pure
Occupation: Business Owner, Trade merchant, womanizer :P
Social Class: Upper
Family:
Bella Lyn Viehl, 37 (when passed), Stay at home mom when she was alive, Dead and he hated her, Pure blood. (Mother)
Wrath Alexander Viehl, 38 (when passed), He worked in trade when alive , Pure blood.
(Father)
Appearance:
Zsadist is not overly tall, but he is not completely short. Standing at five-eleven he stands over most people. Due to years of weight lifting and keeping in shape, he has a rather muscular build. His face has been described as that of an angel, which is hilarious because most people call him the devil reborn. His eyes are sea blue and sensual, though they darken when he loses his teper. He usually has a little bit of facial hair but not too much. He is not fond of letting it get too long. His hair comes down to his shoulders. For whatever reason he likes to grow it long. Never really likes short hair on himself. For this reason many consider him not the proper gentleman without bothering to get to know him. His usually dresses casual, sometimes wearing the latest fashions in clothes, other times, the simple under shirt of a tux will due. He prefers to wear clothes that suite himself. Z doesn't really like to dress up much, and it usually causes a bit of a ruckus when people call upon him and the butler flips out because he is not dressed to receive callers. Half the time he is wandering around his house shirtless. He is comfortable with who he is and does not feel the need to try to impress everyone around him. If they do not like him, he really could care-less.
History:
Wrath and Belle's get together was not a love match. It was an agreement between two people. If they got together, they would have a child of great bloodline and family. One that could likely be trained to work in trade and if he takes after his parents, powerful and deadly in the ways of magic. When Belle conceived, Wrath asked if she would marry him. They couldn't bring up a child on a bad name. He had to have a good reputation to be accepted within their ranks. The child was born on February, 13th, 1846, Friday, which was an omen to everyone. Zsadist Viehl, a unusual name for a unusual child. The child was meant for greatness. His birth had been one of great disaster. His mother was far too slim and couldn't push him out correctly. They had to cut her open to receive the child. Her hipbone had been damaged when she tried to push him from her body. She survived, but she had been lucky to do so. She told Wrath that if she tried to have another child, she would die. Wrathà was not a man who tolerated an unwilling woman in his bed. Belle got æfixed.'
The boy began to grow, and was unbelievably cruel. Wrath decided he would get the boy a pet, though he wanted something wicked and meaningful, something everyone approved of. He went with a pet dragon for the boy. Young Zsadist tortured the creature by cutting off its wings and then shoving the baby in a rather large freezer(one of the original freezers) his parents had outside. When his parents asked what happened to the dragon, Z claimed the creature ran off. At suppertime the next day, Z asked Belle if she cooked the dragon. It had horrified his mother so much, she asked Wrath to check the freezer. When he got there, the baby pet he got his son was frozen stiff and beyond dead. Z fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter at his fathers shocked expression. Thus started the nightmare that was Zsadist Viehl.
As a boy grew, he continued to terrify his parents. The almost shrieked the day he recieved him letter. The boy could hardly pass as proper. When he arrived to school, the hat hadn't been completely placed on his head when it shouted "Slytherin!" There were wide eyed Slytherins sitting at his new house's table. There were certain kids that knew of him because parents that had told their kids about him were the ones to gasp. He took a seat at his table and smiled wickedly. He had gotten his house and now it was time to bring on the pain to fellow students.
Over the years, he got into many fights. The kids he fought with were petrified of him and refused to tell the professors who hurt them. They heard rumors about who it was, but could never prove it. Z caused havoc wherever he went. He caused kids to cower and spat in their face if they wanted a go at him. He was always in trouble for not being the proper gentleman. Zsadist hardly cared for being proper. At least until he turned 17. In his final year of school he learned his only way of escaping the nightmare of Hogwarts was to graduate. He finished his classes, learning how to speak proper, studying other languages, as well as learning the fine arts of seducing ladies. He managed to get through school and pass, to much of his professors dismay. Z knew he'd never be the proper gentleman.
It was three months after Zsadist turned 23 that he decided he couldn't stand his parents any longer. He arranged for them to come to his estate. He dressed up as a highway man, stopped the carriage at gunpoint and shot both of his parents at point blank range. He let the coach driver go to tell the tale. He fled and buried the weapon out in the middle of the woods at estate. With the weapon gone....and no real trace leading back to him, they were gone for his life. The police of course came to him and questioned him. He was at a "ball" at the time. He simply removed himself for a short period of time, and came back right after the deed was done. It was really nothing for him to do.
Over the years he began to invest in trade. Tea, liquor, a little bit of everything. He invested money here and there in stops, over time he has bought a few himself. Now he owns a few small businesses in town. His father left him with a title he could care less about, but being duke helped him achieve a status in society. He rather enjoying doing what he wanted. Since he was not thrilled at the prospect of getting married, he figured he'd keep away from it as long as he could. He had his fancies in society, women he enjoyed the company of, regardless of whispers of the ton. Zsadist forced himself to be as much of a gentleman as he could in public. Though he greatly despised every moment of it. He hated putting on a facade. Pretending to be something he was not.
He was thirty when he met the first woman to truly set his blood on fire. He felt obligated to help her because he nearly killed her when his coachman hit her. Zsadist offered her a hand. He found out she was of lower class bloodline. She was beautiful, but had nothing left to her. Since he knew the owner of the most popular strip joints in down, where the lasses were free to give out their favors to any man with enough money, he asked her if she would mind a job there. She suprised him by agreeing to work in the joint. She was surprisingly one of the best lasses there. She took on to the sexual arts quickly. Men seemed to brag about her, claiming she was on of the best there.
Zsadist began to get into trading heavily. He spent more time over seas making deals then he did back at home. Some of the things he wanted to get a hold of required him to pick up. Wizards were not going to sell their features, wands, broomsticks, and dark arts objects to just anyone after all. Blanche Hawk, the lass he picked up off the streets began to gain his attention every time he was town. After a few stolen kisses, he offered her a place in his estate. Making the deal that he would pay for whatever she wanted, help her receive the proper schooling, but he was to receive her attention when he came home from over seas. The agreement worked for them, she young lass sparked his interest in many ways. His mistress always sparked gossip and whispers among the ton, but it never bothered him. His servants seemed to enjoy her company, and she pleased him.
Recently, Zsadist has just returned home with shipments of goods from US. He is ready to return to his mistress and home. Check on a few businesses, etc.
Personality:
Z is a asshole. He usually does everything for his own benefit, usually not for anyone else. He dislikes people trying to hang on him and if someone dares to try and lie to him he is liable to go off on them. He doesn't care for others because all that he's ever known is pain. He doesn't feel love, doesn't think it exists, and he doesn't want it if it does. Women are rare in his life. He'll stay with one every now and then and when he does its for his pleasure only and after that he leaves them. He's a loner so if anyone thinks befriending him wont get them anywhere, he's liable to laugh at them.
Seeing a female cryà or a babyà may be the only thing to get his to turn his head. Seeing their tears gives him pause, but in the end he walks off. Nothing truly scares him. Make a threat on his life and he'll welcome it. He craves power, but he shy's away from it if it looks like he is getting too much. He refuses to be like his father. Zsadist is not afraid to show others who he really is. He is not afraid of being rude, cold-hearted, and snotty. He demands respect where he goes.
Perhaps one of his biggest flaws is his ego. If he can get over it he might have some true potential. He believes life is short, and if he can't get it to go his way, why not fuck other people's lives up too. He may have many strengths, but he is greatly flawed. He just hopes no one catches on. If he were to ever fall in loveà he'd be in a world of shit.
Z may be an ass, but he does have feelings. If he can spark his interest, he can be find, polite and even a gentleman. Those he does care about, he cares about fiercely. He won't back down if someone harms a loved one. He will challenge them to a duel, society be damned.
Boggart:
Truth be told, Z hates his father. But for years he actually feared the man. In some ways he still does. He often wonders if his father would be proud to call him son after he betrayed him so much. His father raised him to be cold and calculating. His father was even the image of his nightmares when he was younger. As a child, he threatened his life if he did not do as he is told. He often wonders if the jerk would rise from the grave and behead him if he realized just what he has become. He is ruthless, but he often has to follow orders of society. His father wanted him to listen to every word around, pay close attention to weaknesses. He fears his fatherà he has no respect for him any longer, but he can't help but get the creeps when he thinks about him.
Amortentia:Vanilla, Sweet Pea, Honeysuckle, and dark spicesà oddly enough, cinnamon.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Zsadist growled with fury as the man ran at him with the knife. Before the guy even got close enough, he noticed that the blade was dull and that it wouldn't get him very far. "Who are you to challenge me." It was a statement, not a question. The man stopped and stared at him. Before the bloke got close enough to stab him, Z moved back. After years of training, he was used to this sort of thing. Someone dogs his masters name, he was only too happy to defend it. It was worthless to hear anyone else worthy of the title Lord. Years ago, his parents had attempted to train him to be a death eaterà and possibly a dark lord. But they trained in with Volidmort in mind. Mindless twits. They had no idea what real power was. They didn't even understand what an idiot that man had been. He allowed himself to be killed by a mere fucking child. What sort of shit was that anyway? Did they not realize that he was not truly as strong as what they believed him to be. He merely laughed at their words of encouragement to be more like the buffoon. Hell, he could still remember their outraged faced when he announced that he was serving under someone else. Lord Lutheran Demogorgon even helped him get rid of his parents just a year ago, when they drove him insane. All he had to do was ask, and the man was more then happy to show his parents what fools they had been for so many years. He could still remember his father cowering, eying the man with fear. His mother, being the idiot that she has always been, spat at Lutheran and told him he'd never made a great leader. Wellà those were her last words.
Annoyed at his thoughts, Z attempted to focus on the idiot once more. "You have no right to challenge me, let alone my master. You have no perception of true power. You should be bowing at his feet, not spitting curses at him." He snapped. He smiled weakly as the man made another lunge for him. Z dodged out of the way and sighed. That was where he messed up. The man lunged again, catching him off guard, and nicked his shoulder. Zsadist spun around for a moment and looked down at his shoulder. "You are lucky that didn't go deeper." His eyes filled with rage as he took two dangerous steps toward the young man. Bright green eyes met his. Fear sprang to life in those emerald depths. Not that Zsadist cared. Long ago he was taught that fear was just a misguided reality. It didn't exist. He had to train his body to believe it wasn't real. Lutheran was the wise man that taught him that. As a child, he foolishly let his father beat him, telling him he had to numb the pain, and make it go away. He had to get used to it. Well, his father couldn't be more wrong. After meeting Lutheran he learned that more than half of his fathers foolish teachings were wrong. They were misguided because he learned them from a man who was worthless. His mother died defending an honor of someone who was long gone. She refused to learn new powerà she refused to believe it was real. So old fashioned. Stupid woman. That was why Zsadist didn't want to get himself involved with some dumb bitch.
The now scared young man made one last lung at him. This time Z avoided it completely. He at long last, pulled his wand from his pocket and thrust it directly into the man's throat. "Do you dare try again. With one curse, you will be gone from this world. Care to press your luck?" His eyes filled with laughter as the man shook his head. "Run off, tell whoever sent you to find Lutheran that he or she has no idea what they are up against. Not to bother." The man nodded and spun in his tracks. As Zsadist watched the man run off, he wondered if he should have just killed him. Mmmà so tempting. Ahà but it would be wise to waità and see if the lad returned with more threats. He'd rather find out who was behind the nonsense then let him go and be left wondering. Besides, Lutheran might get a good laugh when he finds out someone actually tried to find out where his lair was. So many people feared what the world was changing toà and yet here was Zsadist, laughing and loving every minute of it.
(this is from another siteà .I did it for a application there)
OOC:
Name: Lita....but go as Alyx most of the time because she is one of my characters
Age: 21
Contact: hotmail, yahoo and aim. Skype too.....I'm on hotmail more then anything
Other Characters: nope not right now
How did you hear about us? Caution 2.0 posted about having a carrie idea someone replied with this site.
Nicknames: Z, Seymor, bastard, rake, devil
Birthdate: February, 13th, 1846
Current Age: 35
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Wand: Pine, Unicorn core, 11'
Blood Status: Pure
Occupation: Business Owner, Trade merchant, womanizer :P
Social Class: Upper
Family:
Bella Lyn Viehl, 37 (when passed), Stay at home mom when she was alive, Dead and he hated her, Pure blood. (Mother)
Wrath Alexander Viehl, 38 (when passed), He worked in trade when alive , Pure blood.
(Father)
Appearance:
Zsadist is not overly tall, but he is not completely short. Standing at five-eleven he stands over most people. Due to years of weight lifting and keeping in shape, he has a rather muscular build. His face has been described as that of an angel, which is hilarious because most people call him the devil reborn. His eyes are sea blue and sensual, though they darken when he loses his teper. He usually has a little bit of facial hair but not too much. He is not fond of letting it get too long. His hair comes down to his shoulders. For whatever reason he likes to grow it long. Never really likes short hair on himself. For this reason many consider him not the proper gentleman without bothering to get to know him. His usually dresses casual, sometimes wearing the latest fashions in clothes, other times, the simple under shirt of a tux will due. He prefers to wear clothes that suite himself. Z doesn't really like to dress up much, and it usually causes a bit of a ruckus when people call upon him and the butler flips out because he is not dressed to receive callers. Half the time he is wandering around his house shirtless. He is comfortable with who he is and does not feel the need to try to impress everyone around him. If they do not like him, he really could care-less.
History:
Wrath and Belle's get together was not a love match. It was an agreement between two people. If they got together, they would have a child of great bloodline and family. One that could likely be trained to work in trade and if he takes after his parents, powerful and deadly in the ways of magic. When Belle conceived, Wrath asked if she would marry him. They couldn't bring up a child on a bad name. He had to have a good reputation to be accepted within their ranks. The child was born on February, 13th, 1846, Friday, which was an omen to everyone. Zsadist Viehl, a unusual name for a unusual child. The child was meant for greatness. His birth had been one of great disaster. His mother was far too slim and couldn't push him out correctly. They had to cut her open to receive the child. Her hipbone had been damaged when she tried to push him from her body. She survived, but she had been lucky to do so. She told Wrath that if she tried to have another child, she would die. Wrathà was not a man who tolerated an unwilling woman in his bed. Belle got æfixed.'
The boy began to grow, and was unbelievably cruel. Wrath decided he would get the boy a pet, though he wanted something wicked and meaningful, something everyone approved of. He went with a pet dragon for the boy. Young Zsadist tortured the creature by cutting off its wings and then shoving the baby in a rather large freezer(one of the original freezers) his parents had outside. When his parents asked what happened to the dragon, Z claimed the creature ran off. At suppertime the next day, Z asked Belle if she cooked the dragon. It had horrified his mother so much, she asked Wrath to check the freezer. When he got there, the baby pet he got his son was frozen stiff and beyond dead. Z fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter at his fathers shocked expression. Thus started the nightmare that was Zsadist Viehl.
As a boy grew, he continued to terrify his parents. The almost shrieked the day he recieved him letter. The boy could hardly pass as proper. When he arrived to school, the hat hadn't been completely placed on his head when it shouted "Slytherin!" There were wide eyed Slytherins sitting at his new house's table. There were certain kids that knew of him because parents that had told their kids about him were the ones to gasp. He took a seat at his table and smiled wickedly. He had gotten his house and now it was time to bring on the pain to fellow students.
Over the years, he got into many fights. The kids he fought with were petrified of him and refused to tell the professors who hurt them. They heard rumors about who it was, but could never prove it. Z caused havoc wherever he went. He caused kids to cower and spat in their face if they wanted a go at him. He was always in trouble for not being the proper gentleman. Zsadist hardly cared for being proper. At least until he turned 17. In his final year of school he learned his only way of escaping the nightmare of Hogwarts was to graduate. He finished his classes, learning how to speak proper, studying other languages, as well as learning the fine arts of seducing ladies. He managed to get through school and pass, to much of his professors dismay. Z knew he'd never be the proper gentleman.
It was three months after Zsadist turned 23 that he decided he couldn't stand his parents any longer. He arranged for them to come to his estate. He dressed up as a highway man, stopped the carriage at gunpoint and shot both of his parents at point blank range. He let the coach driver go to tell the tale. He fled and buried the weapon out in the middle of the woods at estate. With the weapon gone....and no real trace leading back to him, they were gone for his life. The police of course came to him and questioned him. He was at a "ball" at the time. He simply removed himself for a short period of time, and came back right after the deed was done. It was really nothing for him to do.
Over the years he began to invest in trade. Tea, liquor, a little bit of everything. He invested money here and there in stops, over time he has bought a few himself. Now he owns a few small businesses in town. His father left him with a title he could care less about, but being duke helped him achieve a status in society. He rather enjoying doing what he wanted. Since he was not thrilled at the prospect of getting married, he figured he'd keep away from it as long as he could. He had his fancies in society, women he enjoyed the company of, regardless of whispers of the ton. Zsadist forced himself to be as much of a gentleman as he could in public. Though he greatly despised every moment of it. He hated putting on a facade. Pretending to be something he was not.
He was thirty when he met the first woman to truly set his blood on fire. He felt obligated to help her because he nearly killed her when his coachman hit her. Zsadist offered her a hand. He found out she was of lower class bloodline. She was beautiful, but had nothing left to her. Since he knew the owner of the most popular strip joints in down, where the lasses were free to give out their favors to any man with enough money, he asked her if she would mind a job there. She suprised him by agreeing to work in the joint. She was surprisingly one of the best lasses there. She took on to the sexual arts quickly. Men seemed to brag about her, claiming she was on of the best there.
Zsadist began to get into trading heavily. He spent more time over seas making deals then he did back at home. Some of the things he wanted to get a hold of required him to pick up. Wizards were not going to sell their features, wands, broomsticks, and dark arts objects to just anyone after all. Blanche Hawk, the lass he picked up off the streets began to gain his attention every time he was town. After a few stolen kisses, he offered her a place in his estate. Making the deal that he would pay for whatever she wanted, help her receive the proper schooling, but he was to receive her attention when he came home from over seas. The agreement worked for them, she young lass sparked his interest in many ways. His mistress always sparked gossip and whispers among the ton, but it never bothered him. His servants seemed to enjoy her company, and she pleased him.
Recently, Zsadist has just returned home with shipments of goods from US. He is ready to return to his mistress and home. Check on a few businesses, etc.
Personality:
Z is a asshole. He usually does everything for his own benefit, usually not for anyone else. He dislikes people trying to hang on him and if someone dares to try and lie to him he is liable to go off on them. He doesn't care for others because all that he's ever known is pain. He doesn't feel love, doesn't think it exists, and he doesn't want it if it does. Women are rare in his life. He'll stay with one every now and then and when he does its for his pleasure only and after that he leaves them. He's a loner so if anyone thinks befriending him wont get them anywhere, he's liable to laugh at them.
Seeing a female cryà or a babyà may be the only thing to get his to turn his head. Seeing their tears gives him pause, but in the end he walks off. Nothing truly scares him. Make a threat on his life and he'll welcome it. He craves power, but he shy's away from it if it looks like he is getting too much. He refuses to be like his father. Zsadist is not afraid to show others who he really is. He is not afraid of being rude, cold-hearted, and snotty. He demands respect where he goes.
Perhaps one of his biggest flaws is his ego. If he can get over it he might have some true potential. He believes life is short, and if he can't get it to go his way, why not fuck other people's lives up too. He may have many strengths, but he is greatly flawed. He just hopes no one catches on. If he were to ever fall in loveà he'd be in a world of shit.
Z may be an ass, but he does have feelings. If he can spark his interest, he can be find, polite and even a gentleman. Those he does care about, he cares about fiercely. He won't back down if someone harms a loved one. He will challenge them to a duel, society be damned.
Boggart:
Truth be told, Z hates his father. But for years he actually feared the man. In some ways he still does. He often wonders if his father would be proud to call him son after he betrayed him so much. His father raised him to be cold and calculating. His father was even the image of his nightmares when he was younger. As a child, he threatened his life if he did not do as he is told. He often wonders if the jerk would rise from the grave and behead him if he realized just what he has become. He is ruthless, but he often has to follow orders of society. His father wanted him to listen to every word around, pay close attention to weaknesses. He fears his fatherà he has no respect for him any longer, but he can't help but get the creeps when he thinks about him.
Amortentia:Vanilla, Sweet Pea, Honeysuckle, and dark spicesà oddly enough, cinnamon.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Zsadist growled with fury as the man ran at him with the knife. Before the guy even got close enough, he noticed that the blade was dull and that it wouldn't get him very far. "Who are you to challenge me." It was a statement, not a question. The man stopped and stared at him. Before the bloke got close enough to stab him, Z moved back. After years of training, he was used to this sort of thing. Someone dogs his masters name, he was only too happy to defend it. It was worthless to hear anyone else worthy of the title Lord. Years ago, his parents had attempted to train him to be a death eaterà and possibly a dark lord. But they trained in with Volidmort in mind. Mindless twits. They had no idea what real power was. They didn't even understand what an idiot that man had been. He allowed himself to be killed by a mere fucking child. What sort of shit was that anyway? Did they not realize that he was not truly as strong as what they believed him to be. He merely laughed at their words of encouragement to be more like the buffoon. Hell, he could still remember their outraged faced when he announced that he was serving under someone else. Lord Lutheran Demogorgon even helped him get rid of his parents just a year ago, when they drove him insane. All he had to do was ask, and the man was more then happy to show his parents what fools they had been for so many years. He could still remember his father cowering, eying the man with fear. His mother, being the idiot that she has always been, spat at Lutheran and told him he'd never made a great leader. Wellà those were her last words.
Annoyed at his thoughts, Z attempted to focus on the idiot once more. "You have no right to challenge me, let alone my master. You have no perception of true power. You should be bowing at his feet, not spitting curses at him." He snapped. He smiled weakly as the man made another lunge for him. Z dodged out of the way and sighed. That was where he messed up. The man lunged again, catching him off guard, and nicked his shoulder. Zsadist spun around for a moment and looked down at his shoulder. "You are lucky that didn't go deeper." His eyes filled with rage as he took two dangerous steps toward the young man. Bright green eyes met his. Fear sprang to life in those emerald depths. Not that Zsadist cared. Long ago he was taught that fear was just a misguided reality. It didn't exist. He had to train his body to believe it wasn't real. Lutheran was the wise man that taught him that. As a child, he foolishly let his father beat him, telling him he had to numb the pain, and make it go away. He had to get used to it. Well, his father couldn't be more wrong. After meeting Lutheran he learned that more than half of his fathers foolish teachings were wrong. They were misguided because he learned them from a man who was worthless. His mother died defending an honor of someone who was long gone. She refused to learn new powerà she refused to believe it was real. So old fashioned. Stupid woman. That was why Zsadist didn't want to get himself involved with some dumb bitch.
The now scared young man made one last lung at him. This time Z avoided it completely. He at long last, pulled his wand from his pocket and thrust it directly into the man's throat. "Do you dare try again. With one curse, you will be gone from this world. Care to press your luck?" His eyes filled with laughter as the man shook his head. "Run off, tell whoever sent you to find Lutheran that he or she has no idea what they are up against. Not to bother." The man nodded and spun in his tracks. As Zsadist watched the man run off, he wondered if he should have just killed him. Mmmà so tempting. Ahà but it would be wise to waità and see if the lad returned with more threats. He'd rather find out who was behind the nonsense then let him go and be left wondering. Besides, Lutheran might get a good laugh when he finds out someone actually tried to find out where his lair was. So many people feared what the world was changing toà and yet here was Zsadist, laughing and loving every minute of it.
(this is from another siteà .I did it for a application there)
OOC:
Name: Lita....but go as Alyx most of the time because she is one of my characters
Age: 21
Contact: hotmail, yahoo and aim. Skype too.....I'm on hotmail more then anything
Other Characters: nope not right now
How did you hear about us? Caution 2.0 posted about having a carrie idea someone replied with this site.
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