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Basic Stats

Name: Kristopher Constantine Maddox

Gender: Male

Race/Type/Job? Warlock, follower of old magic.
Kristopher made many under-handed deals and business indeavours that have made him a wealthy, but reclusive business tycoon.

He spends most of his time traveling, but it is quite obvious that he has gathered himself a plethera of underworld contacts over the years.

Affiliation: The Council though he has been lax with his contact with his affiliation for some time now.

Age: ( I am requesting that the character be born in the very late 1800's, even in 1890's in order to work with the story line that I have planned, from Romania before the war, and when the Salem Witch hunters were brought back into the public eye. If I need to make him younger please contact me. )

Relationship Status: Single, but then again not a lot is known about his personal tastes and habits.

Personality: For the most part Kristopher seems very reserved and well spoken with everyone, maintaining a very professional appeal with those he meets. Not burning bridges with the right people seemed to work out for him so far.

He's not one to panic, and rarely gets overly emotional with those he doesn't know. Maddox is also very well known for keeping to himself, and making sure his whereabouts stay a mystery until recently upon his return to the states.

Physical Stats

Avatar: He's a mix of an independant model that I've found, and Orlando Bloom but only in a few select pictures. He is an original character that I had for some time,so finding good pictures for him is hard.

Height: 6'0'', perhaps a bit taller in his boots.

Build: Slender, pale, and well toned.

Hair: Pitch black hair falls to his shoulder

Eyes: Ice almost white blue.

Other: Save for few pericings along his ears, he's looks as if he has no marks on him, but it's said that beneath his clothes lays a mess of tattoos. Usually Kris dresses modestly enough that nothing of the sort shows.

General Appearance: Kristopher has always carried a rather powerful air about him, all silver-tongued and smooth talking. While a bit on the dark side, he caries a great deal of charisma in him, though there is a great age in his eyes, and generally his presence seems to unsettle those around him.

There's a great deal of gossip and myth surrounding Kristopher's identiy, and plans. Also tales of his past seem greatly exagerated due to his sudden dissapearence from the history books for the past hundred years.

His hair is long, falling to his shoulderblades at mid back, and straight falling in peices over to his jaw at the bangs, and his eyes are predatorial. His voice is gravely, and a bit rough with a thick Romanian accent.

Equipment & Skills: Kristopher isn't one to fuck around with his choice of weaponry, as he usually has both a blade and a gun tucked away in his heavy wool london fog coat.

In a sachel hung over his shoulder he usually carries with him an assortment of books and maps, and other trinkets. Though it's not uncommon for him to set up contacts to get what he needs in whatever city he was in. Kristopher seems to easily corrupt people into assisting him.


Biography

History: Kristopher was raised in Romania for the first part of his life during a time when the country flourished despite heavy political conflict. He discovered magic as a boy, and became rather obsessed with the occult around Romania and through his teen years, magic. Palm readers and gypsies through Romania helped raise him after running away from his parents, though later he'd heard they'd been killed during the war that broke out over his country in the later years with little remorse over their departure. Many fortune tellers that saw Kristopher told him that he had a rather lavish destiny in store for him, though it wasn't until his early twenties that he learned just what that entailed.

During those years he not only learned of magic, but lived as a gypsy himself for a good ten years. During those days in Romania, the underground cults and skills learned stuck with him for life. He learned everything from the art of performance to the art of stealth and thievery.

For a long time, Kristopher had been labeled a murderer, and perhaps a bit too ambitious for his own good after his promise of potential was mapped out before him. The Romanian would go to a great many lengths to get what he desired regarding items lost to time or regarding magic. Over the decades he has learned, studying every aspect of magic, with full knowledge of The Council and most of it's members.

The warlock liked to boast once that he'd cross every mans's path once, the way he had been going.

During the later years of human history, Kristopher returned to Romania for a brief stay, while he spent the last hundred years in Europe, scouring for relics of the occult at any cost, gaining him quite the reputation and quite the long list of underworld contacts. As to the subject of what side he was on? Well, Kris had one too many friends in low places.

Sample Roleplay

Kristopher Maddox wasn't quite expecting to find himself back in the United States any time soon, yet here he was back in the gloomy city of Aldenville, moving through crowded streets among freezing rain that swept clouds low and dark across the city at night, alive with cars and lights and people that were so oblivious it often made him sick.

Heavy on his shoulders was a rather well tailored black trench coat, cutting off at the calve below the knee, his boots steel toed and his pants some swanky Italian held up by a silver-buckled belt, a black dress shirt's lapels propped up around a thick black wool scarf, one delicately nailed hand wrapped around the crook of an umbrella's handle.

Behind thick, straight hair black as pitch, a cold, ice blue gaze waited for a Walk sign to turn green. Sure, he could have called his driver, but why bother? No need drawing too much attention to himself just yet.

Over his past, he'd done a few things to gain himself a rather infamous reputation. No one quite knew a lot about him, or what he looked like. Some called him a crazed warlock, drunk on power. Others called him a future leader, if only he'd not have kept his head down so, the past hundred years. .

Kris had mused once, that in the true Wiccan terminology warlock actually was a term for "oath-breaker". The nick name had been whispered here and there, but the truth was that no one quite knew what Maddox had planned, or why he was in this city, but he intended to make himself known soon enough.

Much to his surprise, he'd managed to come upon an old friend in preparation for this trip. A girl he'd not seen since she was much younger, though it was a safe bet that Kristopher was the type to want to know everything going on around him, and with the means to do so with ease. The human world was easy enough to figure out. Whoever had the money, and the power made the rules. Predictable mortals.

(This is also my starting post for the RP. Hope it's alright, and look forward to playing with you guys. Ophelia asked me to come play here, and I really loved the whole concept. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions or if I need to change anything. I'm more than open to critisism. )

Player Stats

Name: Candice
Gender: Female, I think?
Age: 22
Contact Info: lostinfacades@aol.com

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