Name: Alexander Augustine (Alex)
Vampire, doll, werecreature: Vampire
Age: 97 (born March 8th, 1918. Created July 11th, 1942)
Claimed: None
Orientation: Straight
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Caramel
Height: 6'2"
Appearance: Having grown up on a plantation in Louisiana, Alex earned a toned, muscular body. To keep himself from overheating in the sun, he always kept his hair cropped short. This habit carried on to when he was made a vampire. His hands, once calloused from manual labor have smoothed out as a creature of the night, no longer being able to tend to the fields.
Personality:Alex is a very self-motivated individual. Hard work to achieve one's goals was instilled in him from a young age. He always had chores to do growing up, and having less than a century as the undead under his belt, he hadn't lost all of his humanity. He was raised to respect everyone, no matter their race, and this was only exemplified when he was made a vampire and began seeing humanity almost as a cat sees a mouse.
Ability: Illusion
Ons & Offs:
https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=97217.msg4221663#msg4221663History:Alexander Augustine was born into a wealthy plantation family. His grandparents had been slave owners, as had his great-grandparents. Even so, The Augustines were not the type to treat their servants as mules like many did throughout the eighteen hundreds. In fact, their servant's shelters were quite hospitable, though still not quite as luxurious as the the main house's. As a result, after the war and the decree that slavery was made illegal, many of their slaves stayed on as paid staff. Of course, their pay was still minuscule, but they were free to move about the towns and spend their coin as they pleased after their work was finished.
As the help was no longer free long before Alex was born, he was raised to help tend the fields alongside their servants. He was raised to view them as men and women at work, not property. This set him apart from most of the other young people as he grew up. It instilled work ethic and respect into his daily routine. He never had a chance to see things differently.
The plantation grew hot peppers and cotton that was carted off to the cities where they would be sold. Alex was sixteen before he ever got to see that part of the business. He father wanted to make sure he earned the right to see the merchant side of the business. He had to work his way up as an employee before being able to take the more leisurely job of negotiating prices for selling their product. It ensured he would respect his workers when the plantation would eventually be handed down to him.
It was on this trip that the young Alexander would meet Caroline Everett. Caroline was fifteen and by far the most beautiful woman the young farm boy had ever seen. It was late in the day, and his father had rented out a room for the week while they did their business in New Orleans. Alex was given a little money to enjoy the city. It was at a small tavern where a small band played jazz in the corner. Their lively beat had several people up and dancing. Alex took this as his chance. He asked the young woman to dance and she accepted.
From that day on, every time his father went on a merchant trip, Alex joined, and every night, he spent visiting his love. That was, until he turned nineteen, and she didn't appear at their meeting place. Alex searched the town only to find that by her father's order, Caroline had been betrothed to another. The wedding would take place in only six months time. Of course, by that time, Alex would have become a workaholic who spent his free time drinking in taverns. When his father passed away from pneumonia three years later, it only got worse.
It was on a drinking binge one night on a merchant trip that Alexander would meet Joanne. It was nearing midnight, and she was the most elegant dancer in the tavern. Alex decided that much like many of the dancers he had met over the years, she would be his next conquest. He danced with her and offered for her to join him in his quarters that night. To his excitement, she would accept.
Once in his room, he showed no shame. He undressed the woman quickly, but before he could take her, she pinned him to his bed and sunk her fangs into his throat. Joanne was a vampire. She drained enough of his blood to weaken him, but not enough for him to lose consciousness before offering him a choice: Death or eternal life as a vampire.
At first, the idea of death was a comfort to him. Other than the hired help, there was no one at home to miss him. They would surely find work somewhere. Perhaps on another plantation. But then his mind drifted to bigger and brighter things. He would live forever. He would have this woman with him. He would be introduced to a new world like none he had ever dreamed. Having made his choice, Alexander was drained of most of his blood before Joanne cut herself and fed him her blood. He somehow could feel it pulsing through his body before he blacked out.
When he awoke, Alexander felt a thirst like none other. He looked around the room for water, but he found none. Instead, he saw Joanne waiting by the window of his room, dressed in her
white cotton dress. Beside her, on a small sofa, lay another woman. This stranger was sleeping. Joanne would then teach Alex how to feed, which, as with any vampire, came to him naturally. He drained the woman to her death before looking to Joanne.
Alexander spent the next few years traveling with Joanne. She taught him the ins and outs of vampire society, the pros and cons of covens and most importantly how to hunt without being caught. He also learned that he had a special ability unlike the one Joanne had. He could create illusions so realistic that few would be able to tell what was real and what wasn't. He learned to use this power to draw women away from their true mates and join him before making them his meal.
After a decade, he had been trained to recognize vampires, their laws and werecreatures, Alex departed ways with Joanne. She had lost interest in him as a travel companion, and he had other plans for what he wanted to do with the rest of eternity. He traveled the country, seeing it through several wars, though being unable to fight in one himself. He used his illusions to make some easy money doing magic shows for the people. Of course, he could have easily used real slight of hand with his speed and dexterity, but his illusions made the tricks even more awe inspiring.
By the twenty first century, Alexander had made more than enough to sustain himself for a century or more. After all, he had no need for food, so entertainment and gasoline for his tour bus were all he required. He lived out of that bus while putting on shows across the country, and if he decided to take a break, he would buy out a cabin by the ocean or in the mountains for months, sometimes years at a time. Even so, in the seventy three years since his creation, Alex never returned to Louisiana. Not until he was certain that no one would remember him.
