Alexander Madoré. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} powerlust) wrote,@ 2009-10-25 01:37:00 |
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extra ● soundtrack ● scenes ● connections ● ooc basics [top.] NAME: Alexander Madore. GOES BY: Alex. AGE AND DOB: Unknown. SPECIES: Demon. CAREER: Elari Director of Security. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Josephine’s penthouse. MARTIAL STATUS: Married to Josephine Madore. SEXUALITY: Strictly Heterosexual. ETHER: Yes. Alex is a very bold, an utterly confident feeling that enfolds and takes control with or without permission. Alex plunges into the Ether inducing the sentiment of being bent to another’s will, manifesting a confusing combination both pleasure and shame. supernatural [top.] ABILITIES SHAPESHIFTING Shape shifting; From animals to people, Alexander can mold himself in the manner of clay to take a plethora of shapes. The drawback to this ability is that in order to mimic the animals he must have their blood. SKILLS: Alex compartmentalizes and calculates without equal. Things are black and white to him once his mind drifts into this mode. Everything is clear slotted and marked (except Lilith/Josephine). LIMITATIONS: Pride has always been a major set back for Alexander, who would rather suffer in silence then ask for help even from his wife. In a way Josephine herself is a weakness since he can not seem to put her in a proper closed off place to be analyzed and examined with proper tools. While he would put his own mother back in her grave should she get up and betray him, Alexander knows it would not be that simple with Lilith. WEAPONRY TRAINING: Martial arts to kick boxing Alexander has had formal training in every faction to come into style as the ages progressed. He enjoys the grace involved in the arts and strives to master every single one he begins. Guns are not a passion, but since they are effective he felt training was not optional. GROUP: Elari & Raidan. POSITION: Silent Funder of Raidan; Elari board member. OPINION: No comment. Power is power. Chaotic or organized, it matters not. ALLIANCES: Unknown. RIVALRIES: Unknown. appearance [top.] Alexander is solid muscle and broad shoulders, a purely sensual 6’’ tall male with golden tan and dark strands that are either maintained in a stylish short cut or set free to grow out into a thick maim which rests on his shoulders. Often enough he keeps a light dusting across his cheeks to compliment his roguish good looks, especially during his travels or dealing with the Raidan. Around the devious group as Rhys Carver he is far more lax in his dress, slender built. Height wise he bests Alexander by two inches and has generally better receptive features. During his showings with the Elari he prefers a more sophisticated appearance. Tidy hair – either long or short is kept carefully brushed and kept in place. Painstakingly maintained suits are kept whenever he has to put in an appearance with the stodgy faction. The demon’s smile is sweet, showing the barest hint of dimple and straight, white teeth; it always appears genuine although there is a chance it may not be. His eyes dance between an unsettling gray and deep green. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Across his left calf is a large lighter colored mark stretching up from his ankle up to the back of his knee. The discolored flesh has constantly been explained away as a common birthmark, but the ragged edges seem to tell a different story. personality [top.] Looking out for number one, Alexander Madore, has been his way since before he can remember. Early in life he learned that power was important, one of the few tangible elements in life. Knowledge was a means of power therefore a easy means to gain what he wanted. People would kill and die for power. Alexander made it his prerogative to study the relationships and test what power could do to it. He studied the different types of power attentively. The demon male was not above using his good looks, snarky charm, blackmail, or generated sincerity to manipulate. Even sex with Alexander is all about power, but he is a generous lover. He reveals in his ability to bring his partners into multiple orgasms, leaving them in a sweaty, satisfied heap. His is leisurely, but he can and will strike at the most opportune moments. To him things are relatively simple – if someone threatens his power they are eliminated. People are an expendable asset to be discarded when they have outlived usefulness. His only exception has been Josephine who he can never seem to set her to the side. His past is a touchy subject and his automatic reaction is to drawback, become placid and unwelcoming when anyone inquires. Sympathy is a foreign emotion for the demon, but within his scope of feeling toward the right individuals. Rhys Carver: The other persona is a relatively quiet male demon with a flippant air and cheeky smiles. His natural disposition is trusting with easy laughter. He jokes and offers comfort when he feels it may be needed. His supposed interest in Raidan is explained as an innate desire to be part of something new, even if it is unorganized and destructive. The male has a hard edge that dictates a willlingness to do what is necessary to defend what belongs to him. history [top.] A broken mesh thrown together, pieced patiently together in the semblance of the original picture. Child to no one. Sibling to a child’s nightmare. First Real Memories; There was mud. Damp dirt and shit clung to his face. Nurturing was a fragmented dream fed to immature twits. Only power and knowledge were tangible. Too real. Blood trickled from the wound on his check; out his right ear – the one that was not damaged from that night’s beating he could hear his brother shuffling around. The male grumbled and cursed about the younger male, no older than five whole years that could not stay awake throughout the pain inflicted on him. He grumbled wildly, caused the boy to flinch. Punishment that night had been the pigs’ pen. Alexander bit back a groan, ground his sharp little teeth when the swine moved about and happened to knock into his broken ribs. Vision swimming the male closed his eyes and mentally separated from the physical ache. He claimed to want to make him stronger. The reality was pain. Sharp, throbbing and utterly inescapable. ------ No year came when it got better. Mercy was meaningless. Tears were an aphrodisiac. Shrill screams recoiled off the tattered wallpapered walls. Dingy yellow strips were painted a brown color with strips of neatly cut flesh clinging to the wood. An arm’s reach away the wall buckled causing his brother to jerk, snatching a piece far too quickly. Alexander gagged, heaved, and eventually felt the bile spray passed his teeth to paint the rotting floorboards. Everything would heal. It always did. ----- From very second Zakir had convinced himself that he could gain their power through murdering his parents – he went through with it. A strong summorer, unlike his parents, the elder child made a compact with a higher up in Hell and got more than he bargained for. His offering of blood was enough to deliver the desired power, but only his soul would complete the pact. It was in desperation that he found blood from the Madore line would sate the beast constantly prowling on the other side of the portal positioned in the old garden shed behind their large house. Throughout the torment child held on to the pain and rage; abandoned all thoughts of help for him and learned his lessons well. Scheme, manipulate, and cheat to gain power. Alexander’s approach would be different he promised himself. Fear was a useful tool, but it also brought about needless repercussions. He would make sure people thought twice about crossing him, let them adore him and eliminate all threats once they outlived their usefulness. By the time Alexander turned thirteen he had killed his brother and left the run down hovel that had been his home for nearly more than half his life. He inherited all that belonged to his family, sold the house for a hefty price then left his life to travel the world. Learning was not easy, but once he adapted to being away from the shed everything became clearer. Knowledge was beautiful, power followed. Alexander grew charismatic. Built companies and liquidated assets when it suited him. Traveling had its advantages and disadvantages – connections were made and broken under his careful examination. The United States brought multiple welcome surprises. One was in the shape of a female whelp. “Devil Child” frightened humans had deemed the babe, beautiful idiosyncrasy who could not garner acceptance. The parents were a minor inconvenience dispatched promptly. Feeling pity, Alexander informed the parents she would be well taken care of. With gentle, coaxing hands the demon molded the girl into exactly what he wanted – an unfailingly loyal individual. Raising a child was more than he bargained for and he was faced with challenges in child rearing. Morgan grew and blossomed into a killing machine. With her Alexander swept away empires and sought power with vengeance. As per the agreement a child, of his blood, was born from Lilith. Alexander was protective of the boy in his own sly way, assigning guards to watch his safety from the shadows when he traveled away from Elari territory. He managed his schedule to the letter in order to spend at least small amounts of time with the child. One could have claimed Alexander loved his son – though the demon would simply state he did not know what love was. Again rearing a child was Hell. Etienne’s involvement with Thane was met with shocked disgust; Alexander felt he could have picked a thousand lovers or friends better suited to his son and constantly informed him. A gradual drawing away occurred when Ty continued to disobey; a regretful spark grew with time and observing the younger male’s actions. And as these events usually go a falling out occurred – harsh words flew and then their son disappeared. A wide search turned up nothing significant leaving Alexander to simmer in silence, ready to spring into action with solid information. Raidan’s rise in power stirred his interest; he established a place early in the group through cold hard cash. It is nothing personal. All simple business deals that leaves an insurance policies. Rhys Carver remained a constant sideline individual who threw in suggestions and ideas for Raidan to shake up Elari, small amounts of information that caused no real damage. If he had his way he would find a nice little pocket in the Watch. Only time would tell. extra [top.] ● soundtrack [top.] ♪ Artist; song. scenes [top.] past/chapter #. WEEK # DATE » blurb connections [top.] ROMANTIC
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