CIPRIANO, Patch James (DONE)

[dan]

PATCH JAMES CIPRIANO
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All the basic info

••• Name: Patch James Cipriano he never had a real name
••• Alias: Patch
••• Age: No real age definition, but looks to be about18-20 but perhaps about 155 in literal terms.
••• Gender: Male
••• Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
••• Species: Fallen Angel (Angel)
••• Loyal to: No one yet
••• Alignment Conflicted (unsure)
••• With: No one
••• Element: N/A
••• Companion: N/A
••• Pack: N/A
••• Play By:Ian somerhalder

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes: Woman, Pool, Alcohol, Humans in general, Fast methods of transport, attention.
••• Dislikes: competitors, loosing, not being noticed, too much noise, clingy girls.
••• Pet Peeves: bullies, smokers, Backstabbers, liars.
••• Weaknesses: Women, Sin, Challenges
••• Strengths: His genuine overall seductive nature, Charm, Charismatic, His power (the small ability to make a person think what he wants)
••• Habits: Appearing at the most oddest of times, Being nosy, Mysterious.

••• Overall Personality:

I decided to bullet points instead

• Mysterious
  Patch is the genuine tall, dark and handsome type of figure. In some respect little is really known about Patch, and he is not the type of person to share secrets. Giving him the whole mysterious air about him, many people wish to know him, if anything he gives them the cold shoulder.
  
• Blunt
  Patch is certainly the blunt type if there is something he wants to say, he will go ahead and say it, no matter the cost in all honesty, he's not only blunt but is therefore rude beyond no doubt.
  
• Charming
  If Charming was a name it would certainly be Patch's middle name, of all other names, he is certainly charming in his own way, he seems to have many females after him, and he certainly enjoys to flirt, which he is open about. Either way he seems to woo the girls all to easily.
  
• Flirtatious
  As mentioned Patch is very flirtatious he is a fan of innuendo's among many things, cheesy and not, yet he will go ahead with it regardless if it makes the other person uncomfortable.
  
• Confident
  Of course being flirtatious as he is, Patch is obviously confident, and why shouldn't he be? He knows he looks good, and he knows what woman want besides why shouldn't he be Confident, he has nothing to hide?..
  
• Cocky
  Yes he is certainly cocky, Patch is one that thinks, everything will work out, and that you have no choice but to go ahead with it Or else. More or less. It's his way or no way, most of the time, and he certainly enjoys his cocky nature, and attitude about things and to people. Some may even call him egotistical.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: Black and slightly long, occasionally way, other wise straight.
••• Eyes: His natural eye colour is a deep dark hazle, however he believes that the eyes are a window into the soul, so he has closed the curtains and now wears black contact lenses all the time, he enjoys making many people feel uncomfortable.
••• Weight: 109lbs approx
••• Height: About 6 ft maybe 6'1"
••• Body Type: Patch is described as being over all tall, lean and muscular. His body its self is more or less in proportion.
••• Distinguishing Marks: A few scars scatted over his body, however to most noticeable ones on his back shaped in an upside down V

••• Overall Appearance:

Patch is described as your typical tall dark and handsome being, he has slightly long black hair, although not to long, he often tends to wear a baseball cap. However Patch is in general, tall, lean, and muscular, his body seemingly well proportioned, he has fairly strong muscular arms and a good shaped body. His eyes, are most of the time black, although his natural colour is a dark hazle, often his eyes give the impression of cold and cruel, although there is always a hint of humor in his eyes. He has very faint dimples when he smiles although that is mostly rare. The only real characteristic is that he has to long scars on his back shaped like an upside down V. This is because he had, his wings ripped from him and was cast down. Other than that there is nothing to unusual about him.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: Loire Valley, France (Is where he fell)
••• Family: Unknown, he himself doesn't really know where he came from.
••• History:

Little is know about Patch, and his background he never really had a real name and he never remembered being born it simply happened, as far as he was aware. None the less that still does not mean that he did not have a history, for example he traveled here and there, visited people there isn't really a place where he hasn't gone. Yet, this is his story..

Fallen from the heavens, Cast down by high ranking angles in attempt to redeem himself, Patch had his wings torn as he fell victim to sin, the most deadly of sin's at that. Lust. The Lust, and the need to feel, to feel human, for example to love, properly and to feel the actual sun on his face and to generally be with humans, and to live life, but at what possible cost? and because of this he was cast down. Landing in Loire Valley in France Patch would often seduce many a female, and woo her to an apartment. So the years went by 15...20. Soon enough it reached 50 and he had yet to age, the only way he could return was if he was to save the life of a human and become a guardian angle, or to kill a human, a particular human, in order for himself to become human, based on rumours of the book of Enoch, which many believe a fairy tale, and a wasted dream.

The years came and went over the years many flings occurred, although nothing was ever serious some relationships were usually only ever one sided, until he fell for a girl, she was beautiful and odd, and so a relationship developed, yet he did not age, and the girl did, all to soon did the girl die, and he was left alone once again. It was then he had vowed never to feel emotion such as love, still he hungered for the feelings of a human, the touch among others, yet he was trapped in a shell of a being, It was only a few years later when he came across others like himself they developed a friendship, they had brawls, hence the name 'Patch' The only name he had ever really known. So slowly he begun to build himself a life, a steady life, with friends. He played pool they drinked, they went out on the odd late night to catch a girl the usual of course. However words begun to stir of a war brewing between the Angels and Demons. Curious as he was he was eager to know more, yet he would remain neutral that he was sure he wanted and still wants to become human and he is determined to get that, no matter what it costs, or if it is even possible but there is no harm in trying.

••• RP sample:(From A vampire Diaries site of mine)
It was growing late, very late. The hoots of owls echoed in calling out into the misty evening. The moon was shining bright casting it's luminous light ofter the canopy of twisted trees, elongating the trees roots into unwelcoming tendrils. There shadows stretched out upon the forest floor as the loomed over small creatures. The screeches of foxes sounded, surrounding the area with the calls of nature. To many, they would stray away from such a sight and sound, yet a boy, lone, pale and with deadly accuracy and precision didn't mind it. It was after all better the socializing with humans. Or so he presumed although yet there was one human, one he had know longer then she had known him, Yet he had to know her. Yet at this moment what did it matter? there were far more pressing matters. Dew covered the grass and other foliage the eerie stretched silence was prolonged only by the occasional snap of a twig as animals searched for food. He too was an animal who also searched for his food.

Yet he was hardly an animal more like a creature, a predator to other animals and humans alike, whom to which roamed the night. The path this hunter walked was just as deadly, and now he was hunting. Slipping through the trees, he prowled quietly, occasionally he would duck or leap over a fallen tree, only to nimbly land once again and continue his hunt. His feet barely making any sound on the forest floor. He moved at such inhuman, un-natural speed and grace that even the shadows themselves recoiled. What it was he hunted he was unsure, yet the many scents on the nights air teased him, his eyes a deep onyx black, veins obvious as they surrounded them, his canine teeth elongated into a deadly razor ready to penetrate the flesh of a human or animal. He was a man, He was a Vampire.

Not to far away he scent of a near by foraging rabbit caught his ears, and caught his nose, he moved swiftly he could see it's gray colored fur against the surrounding rocks, and twigs and he moved swiftly launching himself at the small thing, pathetic as it was, it was the closest thing the most convenient thing. Catching the rabbit between his hands he held the struggling, frantic creature before he grappled it's head and with a sharp twist killed the rabbit instantly with the occasional twitch of the last regiments of life. He brought the rabbit to his lips and sank his canines sharply into it's fur and drank greedily on the warm liquid, he felt it as it ran down his throat. Dropping the creature to the floor drained, blood surrounded his mouth. Yet it wasn't enough, would never be enough, nor would it ever state him, what he craved...what he deep down hungered for was the one thing he refused to touch.

So as he moved on, not yet satisfied he hunted still for what next he had no idea perhaps something bigger yet he hoped it would not raise to much suspicion. Moving off once again he prowled the night before he soon came across open land to the left there lay stables, it would do, at least for now, no more did he really want to kill he just needed..wanted a taste of blood only a fraction more, glancing round, swiftly he moved and within moments he was opening the door into the barn, the whinny of the many horses echoed, they could sense death and were no fools. Making his way to the end there stood a bay, it's ears back, its nostrils flaring. Slipping into the stable seconds later he reached out a hand and stroked the creatures strong neck. "Steady there..Good girl..steady" he soothed her his voice laced with magic so unreal his eyes narrowed compelling the creature soothing it..relaxing it. As he moved closer to it's neck he buried his teeth deeply into the horses neck, it simply stood there unphased by such an action. Pulling back, blood lined his mouth and lips once again but he felt stated, at least enough for now. Moving away he felt his face shift relaxing almost, raising his hand to his mouth he wiped away the blood and took his hand in his mouth.

Finally stepping out of the horses stable it now back to it's usual self the blood barely even visible. Stefan turned to exit the barn, only to stop in his tracks. He was no longer alone..

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The Personal Stuff

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