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Character Information: Dorian Carver

Dorian A. Carver
12th Generation Malkavian
OOC
Koko • Valhallastrickster@email.com • Opticon(plurk) • Eastern • Hawksley Workman(PB)
ATTRIBUTES
NAME.Dorian Alexander Carver
ALIAS.David Jordan, Alexander Smith, Michael Jordan
NICKNAMES. Dori, Alex, Prince Dorian
CLASS/RANK.Malkavian 12th Generation
AGE.260
DATE OF BIRTH.June 28, 1760

DATE OF DEATH.July 15, 1788

ORIENTATION.Mostly Heterosexual
DATING STATUS. Single.
DATING HISTORY.Katherine Carver (Wife-deceased)
Phoebe Smith (Sire-Deceased)
Maria (Deceased)
Bethany Jasper (vanished).

FAMILY.Mother: Margaret Carver
Father: Johnathan Carver
Siblings: Mary Carver
Elizabeth Carver
Helen Carver (Half Sister)
Children: Johnathan Carver II
Margaret Carver


HEIGHT.6'2 (1.88 m).5"
BUILD. Skinny, lithe
HAIR.black wild curls
EYES.Emerald Green

WEAPONS.Revolver
OTHER.Skilled with a sword
Dorian A. Carver
12th Generation Malkavian
OOC
Koko • Valhallastrickster@email.com • Opticon(plurk) • Eastern • Hawksley Workman(PB)
PERSONALITY
Dorian is a bit unhinged, even when not going off the deep end. He has long since quit caring what people think about him or the things he does. He considers himself free from the binds that hold most people into most standards, he does believe in being kind and good to those around him, as being rude is simply unbecoming. He will do anything and everything for a person if they catch his eye, however, this goes as far as hurting people they love if those people hurt them. An example of this is with Alexis Jordan one of his retainers he killed every single suitor that ever came for her hand until her death for worry of her being hurt though he himself saw no romantic interest in her, he merely didn't see a soul worthy of her and never admitted to her that he was the one behind these acts for fear she might reject him for it. Dorian has a strong will to love and protect; however, this will be sometimes beyond what people would call okay. He has and will always expect the worst to happen. He believes himself to be a good man, but he knows the things he does are bad and always expects a horrible outcome even if there is no possible way it could have happened.

Dorian has long since accepted that he is no longer normal, he walks with his own moral code. He believes himself to be a good man at heart, despite his flaws. He sometimes has to eat the organs of those he feeds from to get substance from the blood. It's just something that he's had to deal with since his very making. It's a problem, but he doesn't know how to fix it, luckily it's not every time he eats just sporadically his body will demand more, and he'll lose it and kill his prey. This combined with the fact he feels true sorrow for those he hurts drives him to repent by trying to help others to make up for the pain he's caused. He is in no means like Angel from Buffy. He does not fight crime at night to save souls. He does what he can when he finds someone in danger, but he doesn't look for it. He suffers from a derangement of Manic Depression. After feedings and defeats, he often drops into heavy depressions, but what Manic depression is more extreme mood swings. One moment he will be calm, the next hyper as can be, and at the drop of a hat he could lose his temper or burst into tears. This doesn't constantly happen. Like most vampires, he's learned ways to keep it a little more under wraps, but if he's stressed or upset it completely makes itself known.

Things that have stuck with him from his mortal life are the fact he's quite brilliant and insightful, which has only become stronger as he was embraced, though some of it gets jumbled in the mess in his head. He has a midis touch when it comes to failing businesses, and always has. He can see the profit in things most would ignore. From his parent's grocery store when he was a boy to blues clubs on the delta in the early 1900 and helping a struggling mafia family build themselves into a feared family in the 1940s-1960s. He sees potential in everything and knows that if he puts his mind to something, he can make something out of it. Even if he gets little or nothing in return. He's the type that once his mind is set, that's it. He's devoted to the idea and won't stop until it's completed, even if no one else holds interest at the end, he would know he did it. This goes for most things outside other kindred. He has never embraced another, he has never offered the world of the night to another living soul for fear of them rejecting him the way he rejected his own sire. He had considered once, but Michael was killed before he could. Granted, he would not be as twisted as Phobe was and use a blood bond to force loyalty. The idea alone scares him enough to keep him from it. He is fully prepared to do as he's done for ages and keep walking the night alone.

He still projects himself as ever the gentlemen if he can. Hands behind his back when he speaks most of the time, standing and removing his hat when a lady is present and opening doors. Even if most of these traits have mostly died out, these are the traits he was raised with in his mortal years and spent a good chunk of his un-life following. So even as time has changed, he refuses to change these ideas. The ideas he has changed however are the fact that he knows now that women are quite capable of handling themselves despite what he used to be taught and know. He will not stand in the way of a woman fighting unless she asks for help or clearly needs a hand, and in that respect he would only help even the field no more. He is not the type to force himself into a situation unless he cares about the person. Then it's a whole other ball game.
Dorian A. Carver
12th Generation Malkavian
OOC
Koko • Valhallastrickster@email.com • Opticon(plurk) • Eastern • Hawksley Workman(pb)
ABILITIES & SKILLS
Dementation: The ability to madden or inspire people with one's voice ••••□□□□
Incubus Passion: Greatly amplify emotions present in a victim
Passion: Amplify or dull emotions present in the victim, increasing the difficulty of frenzy, Virtue, and other rolls
The Haunting: Inflict maddening visions upon a victim
Eyes of Chaos: Gain insight into the nature of something through seemingly random patterns


Presence: Supernatural charisma. ••□□□□□□
Awe: Make your words seem interesting and reasonable to those who hear you
Dread Gaze: Frighten someone with a look


Obfuscate;conceal oneself, and create some manner of illusions. ••□□□□□□
Cloak of Shadows: Remain hidden so long as you do not move
Unseen Presence: Become invisible to others so long as you do not attract attention


Malkavian Madness Network: Psychic Link via Madness to other Malkavians.•••□□□□□
Malkavian Time:
ability to tap into the network.
Vitae: The blood of a Cainite is not ordinary blood. It is called Vitae and it has incredible, magical properties, impacting both a Cainite and any mortal who in some way ingests their blood.
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Dorian A. Carver
12th Generation Malkavian
OOC
Koko • Valhallastrickster@email.com • Opticon(plurk) • Eastern • Hawksley Workman(pb)
HISTORY
Dorian Carver was the firstborn son of an immigrant family from England, in his human years he never saw England. In his immortal life, he has never left the United States (due to a fear of crossing large bodies of water). He was born in 1760 in Tarrytown, New York. His mother and father were merchants, which did good business. He was constantly glued to his mother's side. A complete mama's boy, at the age of 7 he nearly drowned in the Hudson River, which left him with a terrible fear of large bodies of water. His mother and father managed to get him out of the river at the last second, though the event left the boy in poor heath the rest of his life, though that didn't detour him. The family grew, Dorian gaining two little sisters. Mary and Elizabeth, who were twins, born when he was 12. His mother, Margaret, did not survive the birth, and his father, Johnathan Carver; who was already an alcoholic, shut down with the death of his wife. So, everything fell on Dorian's shoulders. He kept the store going and even hired two workers who helped him run the store while his father drank himself towards death.

Dorian's life revolved around the store and his sisters. When he turned 15, the world as he knew it changed, the colonies rebelled against England and declared war. As most of the goods the store sold had come from England, Dorian felt it was a bad business venture to keep doing so and sought to gain local business, such as buying goods from local farmers and craftworkers. Swearing, he'd not sell a single thing from England as long as his body had breath. He worried greatly about his sisters, being only three in a country at war. Despite his claims of utter love for the Colonies and not England, he wrote to his mother's sister informing her of the grave situation. His father was drinking most of the profits and wouldn't help with the girls, and what would a teen boy do to help his sisters become proper ladies? Within months, his aunt and her husband arrived to the colony to help the desperate situation.

Michael Stone, his aunt Judy's husband, convinced Johnathan to join the troops and fight. Giving the man a cause to fight for, while Michael, Judy, and Dorian worked hard to take care of the girls and get the store built up to a respectable business. In 1780 news came that Johnathan was dead, killed honorably in battle. Dorian felt the weight of his father's death was on his shoulders, but he couldn't slow down. Part of him had known his father would never have returned to Tarrytown even if he had lived through the war. And now Dorian had to make a life for his family, it would do him no good to follow in his father's steps. At Twenty, Dorian was being questioned by a lot of townsfolk about why he was not yet married.

He would argue he lacked time, but when the Wealthiest man in town, Mr. Lord Van Tassel's son, ran away, the man started marrying his five daughters off at an alarming rate. Dorian ignored the drama until it appeared on his doorstep. For two months straight, Mr. Van Tassel and his wife would come and take tea with Dorian, trying to sell him one of their daughters as a bride. Dorian was one of the few men who didn't rent his land from the Van Tassel's and the gentlemen wanted Dorian's land. As time passed, Dorian's nerves got to an end, and he paid 300 dollars and his father's prized quarter horse to the Van Tassels for one of the daughters. When he was brought over to meet the two unwed girls, he met Katherine, who hated him on sight, and the far too young Esther, Dorian asked for Katherine's hand figuring she would reject him, and he would be free, however after an argument they started to get on well. Well enough that their firstborn Johnathan Michael, who was named after Dorian's father and uncle, was born only six months after the wedding. Dorian and Katherine had messed around before the wedding. With twin seven-year-old girls and an infant the three moved out of his childhood home and into a house gifted to them by Katherine's father, Dorian started to rent out his childhood home for extra money and signed over the store to his uncle for 15% of all profits and started to work under his father-in-law as a banker.

Fortune seemed to be in the future for the young man, Two years after the birth of his son came a daughter named Margaret Anne after his and her mothers. The world was theirs. Endless happiness seemed to be in the future for them as well. The family moved on with their ever going lives, Mary and Elizabeth were put into fine schools and both learning to be ladies. Already at the age of thirteen, they both had suitors knocking on the door trying to get their hands in marriage, but Dorian would hear none of it. He did not want his sisters to wed until they were at least seventeen. Dorian had many friends and quite a few enemies as well, but he didn't worry about these things, he was much too focused on his life and the lives of those he loved.

It was mid-July in 1788 a hot night. In the middle of the night, he woke to what sounded like a scream. He bolted up in concern, the last few weeks, strange disappearances had been happening, and he was concerned. However, a soft hand on his chest pushed him back down onto the bed. 'It's alright my dearest, I just had a bad dream. Hold me.' His wife's voice sounded a little off, but he was tired, and he couldn't deny her, he wrapped his arms around her and before long they had found a passion in one another arms, it was nothing out of the ordinary except that she was much rougher then normal. He'd never realized what a turn on it could be...until she leaned in and whispered. 'Didn't even realize she's stone-cold dead beside you, did you, Dorian?' The voice sounded different as the woman took his hand and moved it over to the cool skin of his wife... at his side. He couldn't even react, he just froze as the woman moved, picking up a cloak and walking out of the room.

It took his a few minutes to climb from the bed before he remembered his sisters and kids, rushing from the room, pulling his night shirt in place. He couldn't save Katherine, but maybe just maybe the crazy wench had not hurt the others. Throwing open the doors one by one, he found four mutilated small bodies and sank to his feet screaming his whole life was ruined that night. By morning, he was in shackles, being taken to the courthouse. No one would listen to his tale of the phantom woman in his house, though he omitted the fact he had had relations with her. Regardless, he was set to be hung for the murder of his family. The protests of those that knew him and knew he could never do such a thing couldn't even save him. He was the only man in the home and slept through his family's slaughter? It was unbelievable. The judge said he killed them.

The night before his hanging was to happen he heard a shuffle and a snap, looking up he saw a woman with the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. He recognized those eyes, he had seen her before when he and Katherine had gone down to New York months before the attacks started to see a play with her parents... This woman had been there sitting beside Katherine talking to her. Phoebe that was the name, when she smiled at him, he could do more than stare confused. she took the keys and opened the door, it was then that Dorian realized the keys were dripping with blood.

'Hold still, my love.' She spoke as she moved forward faster than he could see, he had no time to react before her teeth were in his neck and his mind scattered in a million directions, the vampire's kiss was something more mind-blowing than the most intense of intimate acts. He struggled despite his bodies desire to give in and enjoy the feeling, he could feel his heart hammering trying to beat as its blood was running out. He thought he might die. And he did, but not after she pressed a kiss to his lip, she drained Dorian mostly to the point of death in the dusty prison cell.

When he awoke he was in the back of a dark wagon that was moving fast, he saw her sitting there smiling down at him, that same cruel smile of the woman that murdered his family. It was on the long ride that she explained that he had a bright future at her side. The carriage stopped as two people he didn't recognize opened the carriage and helped her drag him to a grave in the woods. Phoebe forcing another kiss on him, as he realized she was pushing blood into his mouth. He tried to scream, but he hit the bottom of the empty grave before the sound could escape. The next evening he dug himself up, and she was waiting. Explaining that she was his sire, and he her childe. That they would hunt the new world together as husband and wife, saying their marriage in darkness had already been consummated. He finally had all he needed to hear. This crazy woman was the one who destroyed everything he loved, and he was still far too weak to get up and try to fight her.

He was in and out for the next few nights, his memories still years later remain a blur. She had the carriage stopped at random to help feed them both, and by the time they arrived in Delaware, he had somehow fallen into her trap. The two slaughtered a couple in their apartment. Dorian draining them both down before they moved in. The curtains pulled tight and for the next few years he stayed mostly silent, he didn't speak to anyone but her. People in the city seemed to think he was mute, none questioned the couple's strange manners since they both seemed well off. Phoebe kept Dorian dressed in the finest clothes and herself in lovely gowns. Phoebe introduced him to her closest companions, Maria of the Clan the Lasombra and the Phoebe's own brother, Mathew, who was ironically one of the Brujah. It was after about eight decades of running with the in the group that Dorian was taught most of what he learned of the culture of the embraced. Maria had a great interest in Dorian, she could see darkness behind his kind smiles and quiet manner. She wanted to watch him grow into his own person. She could see that Phoebe had him locked in a blood pact, using her blood to keep her childe at bay so she could keep up her act of happily married. It was her who started training him to break the bond when Phoebe was out with the others. Convincing him to break his chains and kill his sire.

As Dorian grew stronger, Phoebe grew more paranoid as time passed that he would leave her and started to force her blood on Dorian more and more to keep the blood bond that kept his loyalty strong. After the eighth decade passed at her side, it was time to kill his sire. He had grown stronger and had powerful allies he had not had when he was embraced and had learned all of Phoebe's tricks she could offer and how to get her to mostly do what he wanted, he had even learned how to access her money, and the blood bond was broken finally despite the agony. The time was right.

He coaxed her to bed, and much like the night she ruined his life, he let loose and didn't hold back. All that drove the desire was knowing that he was going to kill her. When the act was done, he sat up and asked her why she chooses him, a question she would never answer before, but that night she admitted simply because he caught her eye. She wanted what Katherine had, a good man to worship her. When she finished speaking, he smiled at her and then lunged forward. Much like with his first feedings, he blacked out, when he woke up, her blood was all over the room, and he was standing caked in her blood and her heart in his hand. He thought of Katherine's smiling face before making a fist and squeezing her heart. He didn't bother showering he simply grabbed the waiting trunk he had packed earlier and knocked over the oil lamps on his way out, stepping into the carriage, as Matthew knocked on the side to signal the driver to go. He had worked with her brother and her best friend to kill her and escape. Committing a massive crime by the standards of the Camarilla.

Her accounts were emptied the next day, and he booked passage to go down south with Maria and Mathew at his side. Dorian lived with her Matt and at random her followers who came and went from the plantation house he had won in a hand of cards on their way to Georgia.Over the following years, Matthew forced control on him, made him learn the ways of the Camarilla. He could almost pass for one of the Lasombra with Maria's training. He simply had to pull on his inner businessman and speak with all the charm he had. It was only when he snapped, which happened now and then, that his true nature as one of the mad showed.

It was while hiding in the south with Maria and Matthew (the latter who vanished every few years on sexcapades across the world.) that Dorian got to hear a musical revolution in the making. Blues. He would often leave Maria's parties and go walk along the cheaper sides of the cities, just to catch a bit of the soulful noise coming from people such as Blind Willie Johnson and Mamie Smith. He was in love with the sound. Music before had never moved him the way the blues did, it was something soulful and from the heart. All the classical music and opera from the years-long past no longer held any interest for him, until 1938, he refused to leave the south. Dorian wanted to hear and continue watching from the best seats the music evolve. He started working alongside small club owners who hosted the aspiring artists and would help turn their hole in the wall clubs into something to be remembered using those old skills from his mortal life for the betterment of people that could use it. It was in this time that he started to refuse to feed for longer periods. The music showing him the sorrow of the people and making it harder for him to eat, harder to hurt those he had come to love and respect so much. Maria found it utter foolishness and knew that her clan was growing tired of his endless obsession with the musical movement. This was more cemented after Dorian and Matthew had killed one of their numbers over a baby the two had found, and the young blood had eaten. Maria's clan decided Dorian was too much of a threat, but they wanted his house, so they informed Maria and told her to kill him or get rid of him while Matthew was away.

He returned home from a show one night to be greeted with a shotgun to the face and his things packed in two trunks. Being told if he did not leave, she would blow his head off. He wasn't stupid enough to test her and halfway down the long stretch of road to town, Matt picked him up and took him to the train station to send him to California, everything he owned in those trunks his clothes and the last of the money he had stolen from Phoebe. He never saw Maria again, but Matt came every few years to LA to visit and make sure he was okay.

In California, he was renamed by a 7-year-old street urchin named Alexis, David Jordan was the name, buying documents to make himself seem alive again. He took care of Alexis and helped her get adopted by a young nurse. It was through her that, in the early 1960s he met a young mobster named Michael Lewis, the two started to do deals together and eventually started to live together, he was a cousin in the family Alexis was adopted into. Problems for Michael's family vanished at night in horrific ways, and no one messed with the family in exchange for protection of his home in the day. It was a beautiful business venture.

While with Alexis, whom he had watched her grow and took care of her off and on from 7 to 17 when she started living with him and Michael full-time, Dorian was a bit too over-protective of her. Unknowing to her, he killed every suitor whoever came her way disposing of the bodies. He ate most of their organs She was important to him, but he couldn't bring himself to embrace her or to be with her, in more than the protective manner. It was in his time with Michael and Alexis that he returned to his love of watching not only music but now movies form. Working silently from the lower sides of the city with the help of the mafia to make sure the new aspiring talents would find their way to the proper studios and musicians to the right labels that wouldn't mess them up. In exchanged for nothing more than a bit of loyalty if he ever called on them.

He walked at her side until her death at the age of 42 of cancer, she was someone he trusted completely and knew would and could get him anything he needed, and she more then often did. Her death hurt him greatly, she and Michael had been the ones to help him move into the 20th century proper. By 1985, he was alone again, Michael had been shot to death near Dorian a few years before Alexis died. Even though, his influence over Michael and his family still was whispered through the night streets. All he had to do was say who he was, and he could still get what he needed in exchange for favors.

The next twenty-three years were spent in the morbid pursuit of the occult, he refused to speak after Alexis died, so he spent his time reading. He was keen to learn more about who and what he was. Yet, he didn't seek many of his kind, he mostly kept to himself and studied the books of old lure, slowly he had started to lose his will to do much of anything. It was the depression coming down again. He knew if he didn't try to fight if he would get nowhere, he knew better and yet, it still happened. What brought him out of it was a mystery that even he could not ignore, the whole population of vampires in Phoenix vanished. It wasn't a terribly long drive from point A to point B. When he arrived he didn't find what he expected...
Timeline
  • 1760 -
  • Born in Tarrytown, New York.
  • 1772 -
  • Sisters Mary and Elizabeth born, mother dies. Takes over business.
  • 1775 -
  • Sent for aunt and uncle from England.
  • 1780 -
  • Gets married to Katherine Van Tassel. Johnathan is born.
  • 1782 -
  • Margaret is Born.
  • 1788 -
  • Family murdered, put in jail, embraced by Phoebe.
  • 1789 -
  • Met Phoebe's brother, Mad Matt, and his love Maria.
  • 1789-1846-
  • Lived in Boston under blood bond and mind control as Phoebe's husband.
  • 1846 -
  • Killed Phoebe, fled to Georgia, bought a plantation house
  • 1856-1928 -
  • Summers in New Orleans with Mad Matt.
  • 1886 -
  • Started affair with Maria.
  • 1901 -
  • Started to hang around musicians. Enchanted by their music.
  • 1938 -
  • Found Baby Eliza.
  • 1939 -
  • Killed some of Maria's friends for eating Baby Eliza.
  • 1948 -
  • Chased off at gunpoint by Maria.
  • 1948 -
  • Relocated to LA by Mad Matt. Met Alexis Jordan
  • 1951 -
  • Alexis adopted by Nurse Lewis.
  • 1956 -
  • Met Michael Lewis at Alexis's birthday party.
  • 1957 -
  • Gifted Plymouth Fury by Mad Matt.
  • 1960 -
  • Dorian turned 200, Him and Michael moved in together.
  • 1961 -
  • Alexis moves in, Dorian moonlights for the Mob.
  • 1962 -
  • Dorian starts to take over housework, so Alexis can work.
  • 1967 -
  • Christmas; Mad Matt gives him a pocket watch of importance.
  • 1969 -
  • Goes to Woodstock; visits Terrytown.
  • 1972 -
  • Goes to Prince Liam for permission to embrace Michael.
  • 1972 -
  • Michael is murdered, blood bonds self to Alexis.
  • 1972-1985 -
  • Dorian stays high all the time to cope with Michael's loss and Alexis' cancer.
  • 1986 -
  • Alexis loses her battle to cancer, Dorian quits speaking.
  • 1993 -
  • Had a fling with a girl outside of a nightclub.
  • 2008-2012 -
  • Sent to Phoenix*, attempted suicide but returned to Matt's care.
  • 2014 -
  • Returns to the plantation house where he would remain. Starting a rumor that Matthew was dead to help his uncle escape the expectations of the court.
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