Goodnight Sweet Prince [Lestat]

[[ Lestat ]]

about you

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what's your alias?
Jen

how'd you find us?
RPG Collection

additional notes.
Um...cookies! XD Naw, but Lestat may just try out for leader of those tricksters in The Pantheon, if someone bigger and better doesn't come squish me that is.


your character[/u]
name.
Lestat

age.
2 years

gender.
Male

breed.
Belgian Sheepdog


appearance.
Lestat is an elegant canine, body slender in shape as it was made for speed more than it was for strength. His dark ebony coat is somewhat long, though kept quite neat for it's length. A pair of fully perked furry ears rest on top of his head, catching the smallest sound. His eyes are a dark forest brown, almost looking black in certain lighting. Lestat is the type of canine that is called 'beautiful' more than he is 'handsome', ignoring the gender based sides. It just adds more to his aristocrat image and the delicate yet deadly look that makes him so wanted.

personality.
Lestat is an extremely complex creatures and is often mistaken for something else because of his behavior. On the first few meetings he looks and acts like a devil, making you want to keep your distance. His thoughts are often dark and cruel, though he truly means nothing all that bad by it. This boy is quite arrogant and considers himself a fine specimen among a few others. He's that true bad boy who loves to break rules and create ones of his own. He does seem like trouble but there's something about him that always keeps others from leaving. He is quite charming and knows exactly how to use his skills among a dame, even if it's only for a little while. It makes him intoxicating and often enough puts defenseless gals in a trance they can't seem to break out of. Yes, he is quite compassionate and survives on the love or lust of others. Being the center of attention is what he lives for and is often angered when he is ignored or put aside. In some ways he does come off as a brat. He gets jealous quite easily and won't stand others trying to take what he considers is rightfully his or is meant to be his. This often enough causes him to become greatly competitive with others and ends up with him trying to prove himself even when it's not needed. Being the youngest of his litter, Lestat has always tried to make something of himself and it has just become a bad habit to try to be better than everyone else. Something that makes his attractive, aristocrat image die a little once noticed. It's not often he'll admit to these things and often denies them in an effort to keep him from looking weak. It's worked, even though this boy has a truly ugly personality at first glance.

Lestat strides, quite arrogantly if it must be said, to his goals and believes he'll achieve them no matter what. Of course, when others find a way to keep this from happening, there will be a grudge considering the boy is stuck on having revenge. Once in a while he can be found obsessing overing things he considers 'important' or just about any little thing. It's not wise to have trust in him doing something all the time, it may just be one of those occasions he tries to get out of his responsibilities. He is a real manipulative being and will often enough try to get others to do his biding. Often enough he succeeds in getting others to do this and just needs a few moments of research before he's able to understand the exact words this canine needs to hear in order to obey him. Even if you know it's wrong there's always this little nagging voice in your head that says 'You know he's right'. This causes Lestat to grow quite smug and stick it in your face when you understand the difference between it being 'the right thing to do' and 'the correct thing to do'. He is quite ruthless and doesn't care for others' feelings as long as he feels fine. He will show no mercy and will do what he knows is correct without much thought of even showing the smallest amount of pity to the individual. Yes, we've already stated he's self-centered, something he's oddly proud of, and cares mostly for his own needs. Lestat is quite capricious, needing no real reason as he does things usually on impulse or by a whim. By now you must truly think that he is a terrible devil only out to fulfill his own needs and leave others to die in their misery. It seems bad at first but dames don't seem to pay much attention.

Most only see his usual facade created to guard his emotions and lead others astray from the 'true' him, if you're ever able to tell which one that is. Lesat is a really social canine and isn't afraid to strike up a conversation with just about anyone. Whether it's witty or charming words coming out of his mouth, he's prepared for any situation and has a sharp but clever tongue to leave anyone confused. He's truly creative, being able to make something out of nothing or make something worthless into something beautiful. He has a real talent but often enough his bad traits cloud others judgment on him. Because of his arrogance, Lestat can often be mistaken for some sort of player. It's quite the opposite, Lestat lives on commitment and compassion toward another canine. He often enough loves to just enjoy looking at something, taking in it's beauty. He isn't afraid to think in such a way, he'll admire any canine for their looks and will often enough find himself being possessive over certain ones. He truly is affectionate and can be found showing many signs of love to those he's interested in. It's just Lestat, he's a hot little devil who'll charm you and at the same time cause you to hate him. But there's a side many tend to overlook on first glance. The only reason why Lestat grows jealous so easily is because he believes they'll be stolen away from him. Lestat has been left and abandoned by those he's thought he loved too many times that it has just caused him to grow up this way. Silence is his major enemy, the thought of dying alone being his greatest fear and most hated outcome. Lestat truly is a complex creature to meet.

history.
Lesta's history isn't full of extreme sadness nor extreme happiness like other strays, his is in a category of normal if you would say so yourself. His parents had the litter when two show breeders got them together, luckily enough already having a fondness of each other. Thus was born the somewhat large group of five that was him and the rest of his siblings. They were expecting a bigger litter but stopped all their fuss at the sight of little Lestat. Of course, it didn't seem like much at first but they were willing to wait until he grew older to prove their assumptions wrong or right, hopefully the later. Everything went right the first couple of weeks when the litter was still following their mother around the whole house. There was a total of three boys and two girls, Lestat being one of the males.

It wasn't so easy seeing as his brothers had the personality of what was expected from a show dog, yet his sisters were far too distracted in their own world to even try. He would be left as a mess of scratches and wild hair, always showing the consequences of him joining along with the two other little troublemakers. Soon, it was put to a stop as the boys got to the point of drawing blood in their small rumbles. It wasn't long until the breeders took notice of his fine figure and took some interest in him, causing his usually attention grabbing older brother to grow extremely jealous. This caused him days of hell as his brother continually seemed to pull pranks and do just about anything to get the already rebelling Lestat into more trouble.

This continued until Lest turned the age of one and decided to do something about his 'dear brother'. A spat that had grown into a full out battle had occurred between the two. It didn't seem good as they were in a stack of trouble once their owners returned home and stared shocked at the complete disaster that was now their home. It only took a few minutes for them to decide to get these two out of their home before they destroyed anything else. They had called the pound, thinking the dogs were not fit to be with handlers if they could no control themselves. Nikki was caught easily, his usually obedient suck up ways giving him confidence that he would be forgiven. Of course, Lestat knew better and wasn't about to go.

He took the first chance he got and scrambled between the man's feet. Unfortunately for them, the door was left open enough for him to make a mad dash outside onto the streets of his current home. The man hadn't moved in time to catch the dog that seemed to be a lot more trouble than thought at first. He was now on the streets, away from the home that was once his. He spent the first few weeks of his new freedom around this city, until it grew to the point he decided to make something of himself around the area. So he was taken under the wing of an alpha in hopes of haven that coveted rank in the pack. A year has passed and it has brought us here...

sample.
(Even with such a yucky post you can not deny the sexy beast known as Lestat. )

The ink painted sky far above was dotted with shining bits of lights that were nothing compared to the magnificent goddess such as the Moon. What a battle it was when the Sun and the Moon decided who had their time of reign long enough. Ebony paws were soundless against the cold cement ground, still carrying a gentle rhythm nonetheless. The devil known as Lestat never grew old with admiring the beauty of this Earth. Forest colored eyes resembled that of a wild jungle, things waiting around the corner to eat you alive. Much like the beast right now did when out for which he sought. None would stand in his way when something became the apple of his eye. Yet, who didn't wish for the young devil to hold some lust over them? A young clever aristocrat who had the elegance many sought for and the power to get others under his control. A sharp tongue that would leave others dazed and confused as he walked away with a smug grin 'pon his alluring facial features. Oh, what an interesting character he was to be now and always.

Shadow stained pelt was neat, far more than a stray dog's was meant to be. But of course, just a year ago he lived among humans that expected his beauty to take them far. What? A male could not be called beautiful without others looking like you were crazed? Pity the simple minded fellow that could not admire beauty without making gender based comments. The slender brute was currently wandering the streets in search for some company. Possibly that of a young, lovely dame that had looks that were pleasing to the eyes? Oh, how grateful he would be to the gods that would deal him such a hand. Plush tail of the sexy beast swayed to and for, matching his soundless rhythm as he continued to stalk the beauties of the world. A creature of the shadows who wished to whoo them and make their dreams to come true, if only for a moment. A trouble making gentlemen who was meant for those bad boy lovers and those who wished to have someone that saw them equal in their eyes. 'They are so lucky...'

The devil's gaze had suddenly landed 'pon the bodice of such a marvelous creature. Auburn pelt complimented her sea blue eyes, a Siberian from his knowledge of breeds. A smirk was painted across his face as he grew closer to the femme fatal. He came to a halt, the dame already feeling his presence among hers. "Umm, hello." The dame greeted shyly, obviously unsure of his sudden appearance. Lestat only responded with a larger smirk and a few gentle 'clicks' of his tongue. "Why so shy, love? Do you fear me, for you should have nothing to fear. I come in peace with no harm meant to you. I merely came over in hopes of having a better view of a being as beautiful as you. You would make the very goddesses that rule over this world fume with jealousy for you have had a god lust for you in ways which are not meant for them." Timbre was smooth, warm as he spoke to the dame, a gentle purr added to gain her complete attention. Such an arrogant bastard, was he not? Referring himself to a god. 'But I am.'[/blockquote][/size]

[Ellis!]

Accepted!

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