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Post by anonymous. on Apr 10, 2011 8:41:49 GMT
Carlos Alexander Tebb   Arrogant, conceited, spoiled
Full Name: Carlos Alexander Tebb
Alias: Carlos
Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 19, 1993
Ethnicity: One-fourth English, three-fourth Spanish.
Religion: Roman Catholic
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Student
Face Claim: Faris, Sean
Power: Life/Energy Thief.
Carlos obtained the ability to steal a person’s energy through skin contact, and if applied on an individual too much in one sitting, it will eventually kill them. Continuous usage of this on a certain individual throughout several days, without letting the person recuperate, will have the same effect as one sitting. The user’s state improves as the process progresses; inversely, the “victim”, so to speak, is weakened gradually depending on how long the process is taking. Should a few seconds pass before contact is broken, the victim would be dizzy and see stars, while a full-minute contact can make the victim faint from the strain. On Carlos’s part, the improvement of his state refers to his whole body and well-being; wounds would rejuvenate, depending on its size and the duration of stealing energy, and he would feel incredibly confident in himself. The victim will be aware of what has transpired afterward, and might appear paler than normal.
However, if contact is forcefully broken (read: without his consent), both parties will suffer from a mild electric jolt because the transfer of energies is not completely finished, and it may cause a short moment of paralyzation from shock or a moment of unsteadiness. His power can only operate if he has skin contact, so he can’t activate it if there is an article of clothing in the way, or if the person is behind a thin layer of filament. When it comes to meshes, though, there is a possibility that his power would work. Furthermore, the power will activate on its own once contact is achieved, meaning Carlos has no control over it for the meantime. Once he develops this, he will be able to activate it willingly.
Power/Personality Relation: Carlos is a selfish, envious person, despite his standing in life. He has a tendency to be possessive and act on these traits impulsively, and he doesn’t want to die. He also takes things to heart, as he has a very high sense of pride, and sometimes even the slightest insult can send him in a flurry of rage. His jealousy, possessiveness, and greed paved way to his power, which allows him to take the “lives” of people, in a sense. He sees people as objects, normally, that he has to take into ownership.
And what better way to do it than by taking their life?
Personality: There’s something about Carlos that doesn’t quite feel right—and people with a heightened sense of awareness for danger have the right sense of mind by steering clear of him. At first sight, he might seem genial and chivalrous; a rare, old-fashioned nobleman who seems to be going out of his way just to help others, but that’s what he wants you to think. He is devilishly charming towards aristocrats, based on the way he holds himself during conversations and even the way he sometimes uses Old English in speaking—something he developed through his love for Shakespeare. His favorite Shakespearean work would be Richard the Third, and for apt reason as well. Carlos is deeply fascinated by doubled-face personas and anything that might appear to have a certain purpose but has an underlying motive.
You can say he’s comparable to an onion; a whole composed of several, thin layers that, when peeled, reveal the core. And when simplified in this way, Carlos is nothing but wickedness in a nice, double-breasted suit.
His closeness to people is not affected by this, though. As people begin to become endeared to him, he is smart enough to not get attached. People are expendable to him, but he doesn’t like it when he loses one of his own. He is envious of other people’s lives—it doesn’t matter whether they’re middle class or low class, he’s mainly jealous of how the way they live their life. They may have jobs, or they may be unemployed, or they might be orphaned or have a family of their own, be a social butterfly or an outcast… it really doesn’t matter. Carlos just wants to have everything they do—perhaps the shabby apartment they bought using their college money, or the depression from losing someone special. He’s afflicted with an extraordinarily alarming type of greed—and he’s not regretful that he is.
He is terrifically cunning when it comes to what he wants, and can be described as a manipulative bastard. Since he comes from an upper class way of life, he is used to getting what he desires, and has practically no experience on his own. He depends mostly on his late parents’ money and businesses, and the large estate he used to live in. To be ripped of his rights as heir to a magnanimous fortune drives him crazy, and he holds a grudge against his uncle for that. He dislikes being ordered around; he prefers to be the boss and never do any of the dirty work. Especially housework. He doesn’t even know how to wash the dishes properly.
So what does he do in his free time? He must have an awful lot of free time, surely, from all the butlers and the maids doing all the work for him. Well, dear reader, he practices on his vanity and charisma the best way he knows how: in front of the mirror. He’s terribly vain for a male, and it can be said that he’s metrosexual. He keeps in shape by bodybuilding or by practicing mixed martial arts, as when he had attempted to join team sports, he was almost always hogging the ball. He also likes to study about literature and psychology, because he wants to be able to exercise control over people as easy as the wind blows.
His preferences in music and the like also vary, but not in a way that is even remotely comparable to the needs of a spoiled brat. He exists without any favorites in modern art and music, as he leans towards the classics more instead of modern day creations, simply because it intrigues him more as opposed to the straightforwardness of today. The fictional novels he reads delve into dark, ancient superstitions and beliefs, like vampires, and he very much likes the works of Anne Rice. Carlos believes he was born two centuries late, and he’s drastically annoyed by this.
Carlos is a Roman Catholic, although he does not have any real passion for this religion. It is more of an obligation than a decision, as it has already grown to be a habit of his to join in the celebrations of mass and the like, for his parents were devout Catholics. And sure, Carlos believes that there is an omniscient God that despises sins, but without any Catholic statues to remind him of this, Carlos just goes on his way of making people’s lives miserable. In the presence of one, however, Carlos is immediately deterred from doing anything bad. It irritates him, but that is a practice that he was raised to live out. When it comes to politics, Carlos does not have any specific side to take. He doesn’t really give a damn about politics.
His public relations might need a bit of work; his reputation stands with notoriety among their family friends, and it extends as well to several business men in his parents’ line of work. Those who were not that familiar with him call these rumors or mindless gossip. Either way, he sounds more like an urban legend around their place in Spain; the rich heir who treats other people as pawns in a game he plays with an opponent only he knows. Once he had heard about this, he had decided to exploit that perspective of him, and enjoyed a particularly relaxing household, since majority of the help were scared of what he might do to them—although ever since coming to London, his reputation needs a bit of rebuilding, since he’s practically unknown in the new area.
He has a very dry sense of humor, and it’s almost impossible to hear him raucously laughing at something he’s seen. His amusement is occasionally expressed through a wry smile. Carlos generally starts conversations with strangers just to appease his boredom, and if the stranger made a lasting impression on him, he might consider them valuable to him.
When it comes to “serious” relationships, or females, Carlos doesn’t really put any effort into it. Most of the girls he’d met throughout the course of his life fawn on his feet because of his charm and good looks. That being said, he usually plays with girls, taking two, three of them at a time, before bowling them over for new ones. He’s impossible to please, and his attention is very hard to catch, but when a person manages to do that—well, you can expect that Carlos would want that person to be his for an extended period of time, even if the person doesn’t like him or grows tired of him; it’s always him who calls the shots in his life, and he’s against anything that might overthrow that. So far, there is not even a single redeeming quality in him, and that doesn’t bother him one bit… and that just might become his downfall.
Because of his acquisitive greed, Carlos never wants to die. He wants to live forever—and so he’s a bit fragile in a sense. He doesn’t explore much, in fear of being in an accident that would send his riches to a second-cousin three times removed, or something. He also doesn’t watch the tube at all, and so his sense of fashion or the norm is a tad outdated. He prefers to wear suits as opposed to jeans, shirts, and styles that are common nowadays.
Likes:- Classics
- Literature
- Psychology
- Suits
- Getting what he wants
- Bossing people around
- Owning everything
- Being in control
Fears:- Death
- Losing anything
- Becoming a nobody
History: Paris is a beautiful city. It’s infamously called the city of love, which is why a young Spanish heiress by the name of Esperanza Rodriguez came to Paris in secret; she wished to find her one true love, instead of being haphazardly married to a man twenty years her senior. She had used the family’s private jet; since they were very well off to own one, including several other means of transportation.
Now, her adventurous spirit was alone in a new city to be explored, and she was extremely excited. She found herself just below the Eiffel Tower, and Esperanza twirled around in utter eagerness. She lost her balance all of a sudden, and bumped into a man. “Oh, forgive me, signor,” she exclaimed, brushing herself off. Her English was heavily accented. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She raised her eyes to meet those of the stranger’s, and time for them both seemed to stop.
You ever had one of those days when everything you wished for came true? That miraculous day when it’s sunny, you passed the exam you hardly studied for, and the long test was canceled because the teacher was absent? Well, that was what this day was for Esperanza—she’d wished for love, and she found love at first sight.
The man, who went by the name of Michael Tebb, was a well-endowed business man who was well on his way to making a multi-million dollar deal. After a whirlwind courtship that lasted the whole of two weeks, they got married in Paris, before they went to Spain to be introduced as a newly wed couple to the aristocratic family of Esperanza.
At first, the family was furious at the heiress’s decision, and refused to even acknowledge their presence; however, when they knew about Michael’s rather impressive background (his father was a highly successful entrepreneur, and his mother was an equally successful prima ballerina) they softened up to him and eventually accepted his status as the heiress’s husband. For several years after their marriage, they lived in the Balearic Islands, specifically in Palma de Mallorca, in a valued estate. Carlos Alexander Tebb was born in this place at 11:46 pm of November 19 in the year 1993.
His parents both loved him a lot, but they were busy with managing their businesses, and so Carlos’s childhood was usually spent in the presence of his nanny, the butlers and maids, and his tutors, who spoke to and taught him in English, thus his Spanish accent is well hidden, even if he’s equally fluent in that language. Carlos was a very happy child, always eager to learn, even if his parents were hardly there. He didn’t think ill of them at all, until one day, when he was eleven years old, his parents got in an accident and they died, leaving him to be the only heir to the fortune.
Just a few nights before that, his parents had the time to have dinner with him, and of course, this made him very glad. It was a carefree night, and they laughed and laughed until their stomachs ached and little Carlos was kissed good-night by both.
It was the last dinner they had together, and to this very day, Carlos remembers every detail of it, for the day his parents were buried six feet under the ground was the turning point in Carlos’s life. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that they were dead—he was actually pleased with that fact, as it meant that all the estate and money were going to him, and he was its sole owner. By then, the greed was already taking over him. The night of the burial, Carlos wrote in his journal:
I felt a hand engulf my tiny shoulder, and I looked up from the soil to see my uncle staring down at me. I heard a gossip around the household that he was going to take over my parents’ estate, but surely they weren’t really true. I was supposed to be the one to take over. I am the only child. He can’t take what’s mine, just because he’s father’s younger brother.
He can’t… can he?
The next day, his uncle made the announcement that he was, in fact, taking over until Carlos is of legal age. This sent Carlos in a tantrum in his room that lasted for about two hours, with only his nanny trying to calm him down. Once he had, he reverted in a sort of catatonic state, and he was white with rage. Then he ran to the courtyard, where the bodies of his parents were given their permanent resting place.
It started to rain, then. He blankly looked down on his father’s tombstone, ignoring the wetness of his clothes as they stuck to his skin. Then his eyes sharpened with realization and new-found fury as he remembered their last dinner together. He began to see his father in a new light; someone weak, who cannot hold people strong enough to do his bidding for him, and he had to do everything himself. And that night, things took a turn for the worse.
“Good riddance, Father,” he spat.
For the next three years, Carlos built up an intricate façade of being a perfect young man, while he manipulated the people inside the household. His uncle couldn’t have personally stayed in the house, as he had a superior mansion in Barcelona, where he’d rather stay in. Carlos’s exploitation came in the form of several relationships with maids in the household—none of them were spreading word of their “special” beau, of course, lest they wanted to be scorned and punished, and so they believed that they were the only ones getting the treatment Carlos was giving—which was a wrong presumption, of course.
With their hearts broken, some maids opted to leave the household, which wasn’t any problem at all for Carlos, as he simply had them replaced. This is the part when the urban legend started to stir, since family friends sometimes visit the estate and notice the strange behavior of the help.
When he turned seventeen, his uncle, having had enough of the intrigue, sent him to London, England, where he would have to live independently as opposed to being waited on hand and foot in the estate. Of course, he had vehemently refused, but his remarks fell on deaf ears.
He was given a house on a nondescript suburb in North London, and he brought along a maid a year younger than him for a bit of service (he’d smuggled her in from his uncle by registering her at a later flight). He was enrolled in high school to finish senior year before heading on to university. He still managed to get extra “pocket money” every now and then, since he has a bank account that his uncle doesn’t know about where he can withdraw as he pleases.
The day of the storm, he was out buying groceries, as the maid he was with was cleaning the house, and he was craving for some vitamin C. Carlos decided that instead of having the maid go out and leave the house in a terrible state, he’ll go buy the food products himself. He was wearing a charcoal gray Burberry suit, walking on the pavement with the groceries in tow, when it started to hail.
He began to run, but he wasn’t fast enough to get in some cover, and so he got hit by lightning, thus granting him the ability to steal other people’s lives. When he got home, he was still a bit dazed, and his maid came to aid him to get a seat. She touched his wrist accidentally—she was aiming for the cuff of his sleeve—and all of a sudden Carlos felt better. He gripped the maid by the hand, and she began to gasp as her vision darkened. Carlos kept his hold for a minute longer, and afterward the maid swooned.
Carlos felt better. He felt… powerful.
He felt alive.
PLAYER: anonymous.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: Four years on and off.
FOUND FROM: Ad on a Proboards site.
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