Razaphale Nightfall

[Razaphale Nightfall]

LET THE FANTASY UNWIND

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(You think you know me? Tch.)

♥I've never had a dream come true♥

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Name: Razaphale Nightfall

Age: 170 - Looks to be about 17-18

Occupation: Mortician//Embalmer - Also known as undertakers, this classically creepy profession involves overseeing all funeral arrangements for the deceased, including details of body preparation for viewing and preparing the body itself.

The hands-on counterpart to being a mortician. Embalmers prepare corpses for burial or cremation by washing, drying and disinfecting the body; releasing excess air from the lungs; draining blood from the circulatory system and replacing it with embalming fluid and applying cosmetics to create a more lifelike appearance.

Family: Mother - Morgana Nightfall, Father - Dimitri Nightfall, Younger Brother - Sebastian Nightfall, Older sister - Crimson Nightfall

Rank: Vampire

♥We're Running with the Shadows of the Night♥[/color]

History:[/center]
Razaphale was born a vampire, to a vampire family. He was always a quiet child, never screaming for things or throwing tantrums. He was intelligent enough to pick up that crying never got things sorted out. So instead he had to do things himself and actually make things work for him. If he didn't get what he wanted he would have little patience and destroy whatever problem it was. It made him many enemies in his childhood and of course he became the head of his family. His father was a cowardly vampire who skulked around in the shadows to try and get what he wanted. Razaphale always made himself known, he would use fear as an instrument of manipulation.

Even as a very young child Razaphale picked up how to manipulate people. His older sister and his mother were especially easy to manipulate to his own needs and wants. They always seem to side with him when he picks an argument. Almost as if they were followers of his very own.

As he grew up he saved money that he earned for various jobs in his life, he often had to bail out his drunk of a father for various reasons and this ensured a deeply etched hate. Razaphale has 'disowned' his father as such, ignoring him when he can and often just dismissing the man as a nuisance. This deeply etched hate developed over a long period of time.

Razaphale's father was hardly around during his childhood, often busy with other things, these other things consisted of sleeping around and getting so drunk he didn't know left from right or up from down. It also included doing things that got him thrown in a prison cell. In which case Razaphale's mother and sister had to bail out the man for his various deeds. Sometimes money was not enough so they had to do other things to get the man freed from his cell.

Soon enough Razaphale had to start bailing the man out and if they asked for other things, Razaphale would simply refuse and offer them a swift and painless death instead if they did not do as they were supposed to. This often lead to the man's release, though there would be an occasional cocky new jail guard who would meet their end rather swiftly at the end of a blade.

Razaphale is the only person in his family with a job. He also owns the place that he works. He has people who are employees and if they do not do their job correctly they either are 'disposed' of or fired without a second chance. There isn't room for error in Razaphale's business.

Often called upon by people higher in the food chain in the land in which he lives he has a group of specialised employees that clean up a mess and bring the bodies back to his place of work. There are also times when mutilated bodies are just brought to him and he dislikes that as it's so hard to make them look respectable for others to see, often ending up with the body being cremated instead of buried.

Currently Razaphale is head of his house. He has taken his younger brother under his wing and keeps the boy close. He is currently trying to teach the boy how to work as a mortician. Of course Razaphale would gladly support his younger brother so long as he actually picks out a decent job. One that is required and won't just be brushed off.

If given the opportunity Razaphale would quite happily leave his mortuary to his younger brother and join the legions of those higher up. He could quite possibly fit in quite nicely and of course he wouldn't have any qualms with being the one to clean up a mess if it came to it. Razaphale always did like things to be tidy.

Likes:

• Playing the Piano and the violin
  
• Things being tidy
  
• His younger brother
  
• Whiskey
  
• Fine wines
  
• Finely Tailored Clothes
  
• company He wouldn't ever admit this.
  
• Music
  
• Weaponry =3
  
• Rich foods Even though they don't really do much for his hunger they still taste nice.
  

Dislikes:

• Mess
  
• Sweet foods and deserts
  
• He has a mild dislike for demons.
  
• He dislikes the king however he still pledges allegiance to him merely to save his own family.
  
• Short life spans
  
• Being interrupted at work
  
• His Father
  

Weapons: Comedy and Tragedy (click for image) - A set of two blades that he carries on his person at all times. Being a vampire he liked to get close to his target to take them out. Generally he never has to fight himself but he is rather adept at using these two dagger like weapons.

Magic:
Evil Aura
With this power Razaphale can create an aura that lets him manipulate the emotions of the people he is close to. He can make them feel anything from fear, sadness, anger, joy, etc as long as they are close to him. The closer the person is the stronger the effect it has on them. He has to be within at least 5ft for it to work at all.
1 post use, 3 post after effect, 5 post cool down.
Dark Void
Razaphale can open a temporary dark void from one place to another however it doesn't last for very long and he can only sustain it for two people to pass through.
Can only be used ONCE per thread.
Shadow Manipulation
This is merely for either stalking purposes or for going un-noticed during the late hours of the evening. He can use the shadows as a sort of cloak of darkness to move around, he cannot attack from the shadows however as that would alert others to his presence.
Lasts for as long as he wants however once he attacks it cannot be used again and even if it were to be used again it wouldn't work as the enemy is already alerted to his presence.

♥These Dreams go on when I close my eyes♥

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Sample RP:[/center]

Tonight was tenebrous, deep, dark, ominous clouds rolled overhead and the moon with he milky white light illuminated very little. She was his love. His light in the darkness though he didn't need nor want it. His saviour and the one who made it easier for him to feast. Atramentous, amethystine orbs shifted, the darkened seemingly dead eyes watched as his meal shifted around. Were they trying not to be seen? How inane.

The vampire's slightly fractured mind turned this all up on it's head. How amusing this was. He was at the very edges of both kingdoms. All because he wanted food. He didn't want something that was dark, yes they were substantial to feed from but he wanted something more. Something that tasted unadulterated, untarnished, pure.

So he was waiting.

He would wait for hours till the seemingly right one came along. Something he could toy with or corrupt. Something that he could claim as his and keep it as a pet.

A female, or maybe even a male. It mattered not to him. The mere thought of drinking from something innocent sent shivers running up and down his spine. He just hoped that he wouldn't become obsessed with whatever being he drank from. Hoped that maybe they would come to him in the dark hours of the evening for another taste of what he could give them.

His fangs and of course the after effects of his bliss filled bite.

How would others take this? Well maybe his being here was seen as treachery, maybe it would be seen as a citizen of his kingdom taking the never ending war in to their own hands and trying to corrupt those within.

It was neither.

He was here because he wanted what he wanted. Nothing more and nothing less than brat like selfishness. If he wanted to he could have merely paid someone to kidnap a maiden from the other kingdom, instead he would much rather have no fuss and merely manipulate them to follow him. Show them what wonderful sensations and a wonderful life of luxury he could offer them albeit dark. Tempt them with their own curiosity.

Here came someone. He stayed hidden in the shadows his cerulean eyes watching their every move. How they shifted, how their body looked and he even licked his lips at the thought of drinking from them. He'd never had someone from that kingdom before. Now it was time to try and see if he could manage to lure them to him.

"Excuse me could I have a moment of your time?" He stepped away from the shadows revealing himself. Arms folded as he stood there waiting. His head tilted to one side a soft and gentle smile on his lips as he blinked. A bright expression on his pale face. He seemed like he could fit in. Seemed like he could actually be from the kingdom of dreams. He didn't show his fangs, not yet. That would ruin everything and he spoke quite clearly, those fangs didn't hinder his speech since he was used to having them. However he wondered how the person would react to him speaking to them. Wondered what they would think.

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Custom Title: Son of chaos
Face Claim: Hibari Kyouya - Katekyo Hitman Reborn
RP Experiance: About 6 years or so. Though I'm not the best.
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