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in this secluded darkness

it's hard to find the light

Created on 2007-02-22 05:15:24 (#12344214), last updated 2007-05-02

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Name:	Rasler Nabradia

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{ just } the basics

Name: Rasler Heios Nabradia
Canon Source: Final Fantasy XII
Race: Vampire
Age: physically twenty (20); actually somewhere between 625 and 675. He's lost track
Birth date: August 20th
Sexuality: Unknown

{ and } then a little more

What Rasler likes and dislikes to be put here.. Once I have the time.

{ now } lets get started

Rasler is an individual that would be said to have a princely demeanor.

With a natural nature and desire to help others, he is one to frequently supply his time to the greater good. He has leadership qualities that more often than not plant him in the chair of responsibility, and where some may have found reason to abandon post, Rasler accepts it with a standing grace. He isn't easily overwhelmed or stressed by activities, and generally is forced to multi-task given his variety duties as heir to the Nabradia family. Likewise, he is far from cautious in concepts opposing his own, quite able to challenge another's views and does not tolerate interference with his own affairs.

He is rather serious in mannerisms, infrequently smiling though his exterior isn't entirely cold. Friendly to some means or another, Rasler doesn't surround himself with company, and tends to prefer moments alone over those where he is crowded with his acquaintaces. Nonetheless if called upon, he exceeds most expectations of himself to meet the needs of others, and is usually telling or showing somehow how to operate or do something properly. In that event, he is invariably charitable.

He is independent and confident with what he does, and his pride often leads him to the completion of a task. Sarcasm doesn't become him too easily, and when conversation becomes cutting - heaven forbid - the blonde may find himself wounded, though it unintentional. He masks his emotions well, pressing them aside in favor of a shallow smile, a visage he's learned to mold through time if he wants to make something of himself in the world. But although good-natured within himself, and hardly ever intending offense, his blunt, direct and often candid manner of expression may strain relationships with those around him, but his honesty and sincerity enables him to earn an equal respect from others.

As a team member, and one who presents himself with a powerful standing, there are few who would say he's full of himself as he recognizes his own weaknesses, and builds upon them. In short, he's an altruistic character with a strong taste to assist, but also keeps in mind for his personal goals and gains. But what a little sense of humor would do for him.

To be noted, however, with those he may be particularly close to, he does seem a bit more easy-going in behavior, mannerisms not entirely as tight as his professional visage.

{ que } the lights

Rasler was the sole heir to the wealthy Nabradia lineage, a fate quickly determined shortly following his birth; his mother's labor had been trying, mentally and physically upon her person, and in her weakened state, she was killed by a renegade hunter. His father, having left her side to attend to his newborn son, had not been prepared for the horrors that awaited him in his return to his beloved, emotionally torn at the sight of her so brutally dismembered in the genuine fear of the undead.

Clearly, the act of a mad-man.

For what had seemed to be an obscure act of violence, brought upon a women without the ability to properly defend herself, quickly translated into a pattern, Rasler robbed of his father two short years later in his youth; far too young to understand this stolen concept, a detailed will had supplied the boy with an immeasurable amount of fortune, accumulated through countless years before his birth. Some suspicion had been seen concerning this sudden transfer, particularly which his father had appeared so prepared... Almost as though he had expected his death to come.

Rasler was moved from his massive estate by those employed to care for him in the chance of such an event, alarmingly charmed by a child of pale complexion, fair hair and broad, bright eyes. There was a natural allure to him, his servants drawn to his aid by instinct, may it be to comfort or sooth his pain for a boy nearly born into a realm as an orphan.

The remaining Nabradia matured without acknowledgement of whom, or what he was, raised under the belief he was no different than those around him. Lacking exposure to anyone outside of his home, he found nothing peculiar in his habits, isolated from literature that may have told him differently, though he often frequented his libraries through long spells of boredom. His behavior and necessity for blood was thought to be a shared characteristic with the world, oblivious that the fate of his parents had been selected because of their blood. Or the sincere need to drink it.

No older than twelve years of age - still linear with human years, though his growth was gradually slowing - Rasler discovered himself challenged by the hunter who had viciously murdered his parents. And while unaware of the circumstances concerning their death, he had been in a fright, fearing his mortality was at its end when a bullet tore through his stomach... And yet he remained. Quite alive, in fact, and savagely angry; this man was trying to kill him.

The ability Rasler had been exercising since a young child doubled in the face of this potential threat, he warding off the hunter without having to wound him in the process. Dazed and confused, body gradually accepting the task of healing this wound that should have been fatal if he were human - though also tackling the additional chore of batting aside a love-struck hunter that had decided Rasler was a fine dish of roasted duck. It was through the swooning hunter's guidance that Rasler was able to learn of what he was, a chilling shock in this realization he was born of the dead, and the terror that surrounded the Nabradia name.

His parents had not been the upstanding citizens he had been raised to believe; blood-thirsty and ruthless, they had been practiced vampires that routinely gorged on the blood of humans, shredding entire families in their blood-lust. For years, they had disciplined this self-imposed right, selfishly believing those of mortal flesh to be their fodder, and without otherwise detected value. What was it to them if children witnessed the deaths of their family?

However, a child had not been in their plans; Rasler had been an unexpected addition to the Nabradia family, a crude wake-up call to the parents-to-be that their life-style would not support a healthy environment for a child. And yet it was far too late to change their colors now, and no amount of wealth could protect them from the bounty that had aggregated through the years. And yet like the vampires, the hunters had not expected a boy to be born into their family, aware that circumstances explicitly detailed that the Nabradia clan would have to be entirely terminated. Not a sole could remain "alive."

Intelligence had said one remained, though both parents were gone; the hunt was on.

Having successfully been educated of his past, and of a greater portion of himself hence ignored - though it a terrible shock no matter how he looked upon it - Rasler was determined to separate himself from the life his parent's had lived; he was to be an upstanding individual, though likely isolated if it could be helped, and nothing like his parents.

He matured, triumphant in his ambition, serenely polite to all he met, though likely assisted by his ability to charm any who came across him. And while hunters frequently sought his head, they often turned themselves away at the door, unable to strike aside such a somber creature with his pale wisps of smiles, and private chuckles locked deep within him; his name remains prominent, wealth procured with the remaining bounty.

And yet he's lonely. Oh, so lonely.

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