vrykolakas: (lalalala)
the brucolac. ([personal profile] vrykolakas) wrote in [community profile] fairynuff 2014-08-26 03:13 am (UTC)

THE BRUCOLAC

Height; 6’1”
Weight; no fucking clue, I’m tempted to say he’s either stupidly light or stupidly heavy but I can’t work out which would entertain me more. /gud rper

General Appearance; The Brucolac is apparently a young-looking and handsomely androgynous man, described as being built like a dancer: slim, but with distinct wiry muscle tone. He died at 23; he's a bona fide pretty boy vamp until he opens his mouth. His hair is long, black, curly, frizzy and cannot be tamed; it’s generally the only untidy thing about his appearance. (Despite being dead his hair will grow insistently and stupidly quickly if he cuts it, coming back to shoulder-length or just beyond. Also, he gets stubble, which is, if present, usually neatened up a bit. Yes, this is purely so I can use every icon I have. Look, I don’t think ‘magic undead beard’ is the most improbable thing here.) His eyes are similarly dark. They may seem glazed or not quite focus on the face of whoever he's talking to; when he's trying to concentrate on small visual details, he squints. Someone make him wear glasses. His eyes will also reflect light, and on that note of vampir weirdness: bad colour, freaky tongue, snake teeth. He’s still a looker, though. Good on him. He grew that bone structure himself, y’know.

He is literally covered in burn scars, but they’re mostly hard to see in the low lights he keeps to. (Or: ‘I handwaved this because finding a PB'). In brighter light (especially natural, but also bright interior lighting) whorls of old discolouration become visible all over his skin. They’re especially easy to note just now because he tried to bite a dragon, like a fucking genius. Also, he’s got freckles. Canon. Currently in-game he’s also got what look like old stab scars on his abdomen and chest, which were inflicted a few days ago fighting the dragon, and a busted fang. He'll be good as new in a few days.

Physical Mannerisms; When moving, he does so briskly and with the bearing of someone very used to calmly taking up space. When still, he’s alarmingly still. He only breathes when he’s speaking or, occasionally, when so alarmed that his body starts automatically trying to get oxygen. (Gross!) Despite this lending an air of offness to his stillness (even if someone can’t place what’s wrong, there might be that sense of ‘waaaait a second’) he tends to position himself very casually and comfortably; knees spread, leaning back, shoulders relaxed. When he’s fighting or startled, however, his body moves in animalistic, slightly unsettling ways: his fingers hook by his sides and his gait takes on a prowling, hunched, predatory cast. Additionally, the bones of his jaw don’t quite work like a human’s; he can open his mouth a bit too wide.

Also, you know how you can tell how a cat’s feeling by what their tail is doing? Yeah? Well, keep an eye on the Brucolac’s gross tongue. He whips it out for three main reasons: to intimidate, as a nervous tic, or when he’s relaxed and happy. The first case is...pretty obvious when it’s happening, and intentional, but the other two are fairly unconscious movements on his part. If he’s anxious, he might have his hand around his mouth as well, and his tongue will move very quickly. If he’s chilling, it’ll just be...hangin’ out there. God I am so sorry.

Verbal Mannerisms; His voice is a deep and horrible death rattle, that’s well-established. He is eloquent and also takes a very genuine pleasure in swearing appallingly and being generally vulgar. He talks quietly because if he shouts he loses a lot of sound, and it’s fucking hard to understand what he’s yelling about; also because it’s creepier that way, and he’s into scare tactics. On that note, he also hisses his sibilants and sometimes just hisses, a not-quite vocal sound that sounds more reptilian than human. This general B-movie rasping and scraping is both sincere (his vocal cords are damaged, he’s talking through a mouthful of teeth and tongue, etc etc) and performative (he is absolutely prepared to pop up behind someone and hiss dreadful things into their ear).

I’ve been thinking about his accent, given that in my headcanon he doesn’t think of himself as having a singular mother tongue, having grown up speaking a garbled assortment of languages, and then having lived in all sorts of places and through enormous linguistic shifts. (It helps that a theme in his canon is how language can bind or liberate.) His accent, as a result, is probably weird, but what it sounds like to your character is really dependent on their frame of reference. Essentially, he won’t sound like a native speaker of anything, and you are welcome to make up your own horrific accent combos. Maybe something like Italian-meets-Liverpudlian via Texas. Maybe no one can hear anything beyond croaking. Christ, someone give the man a throat sweet.

Fashion; He’s a tidy, plain, practical dresser: his clothes fit him well and he moves easily in them. As a general rule he prefers grey, black and workmanlike browns with the occasional splash of bright green or red. Some staples are tough boots and a sturdy leather coat. (These, incidentally, have just been replaced, thanks dragon.) He has, at least once or twice in his ab-life, managed a Hairstyle, but it's a Sisyphean task. Generally it's just frizzing and curling everywhere or wrangled back into some kind of captivity. As of Redgate, he wears a plain red ribbon around his wrist. There’s also a leather thong about his neck, upon which is strung Alyosha’s ring; this is almost always hidden under his clothing. He has his lobes pierced (before he died, that’s how) but rarely wears anything in them anymore.

Etc;


the brucolac will never dress like this,but I'm not going to say he has never dressed like this.

I got nothin.
& a gift.

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