Sloan d'Armentieres Character Profile

I have always had a fascination with vampires, so I thought I’d try to satisfy my addiction and at the same time create a man for me to dream about!!! 1

As you can tell by Sloan’s profile, I’m not done with him yet & I need to do some more research into history.2

Character Profile Sloan d’Armentieres3

1. First Name: Sloan4

2. Last Name (if any): d'Armentieres5

3. Age: at least a century- (need to do research on the Renaissance Era)6

4. Gender: Male7

5. Species (for the sci-fi/fantasy genres): Vampire8

6. Bodily Appearance (Eyes, hair, shape, distinctive marks, etc): 6'6", broad shoulders, dark hair, chisled face, perfect features, strong jaw line, high cheekbones, dark blue sapphire eyes with long dark lashes, straight ivory teeth, dresses in expensively tailored black9

7. Origin (A little bit about what makes your character who they are)- (research needed Battle of Varna or Fall of Constantinople?) – born not to the wealthy class – went to war to prove himself worthy of his betrothed (a high society lady), scared fighting but brave-left for dead-turned by strange woman-left alone (is this dying in war thing way too overdone? What else were the circumstances? Hmm…)10

8. Love Interest/s: First love-betrothed to Rebecca, whom he killed; now Rachel. At first because she looks like Rebecca then later because he just wants to possess her and finally because he truly learns what love is11

9. Likes & Dislikes: likes the finer things in life. Will never be poor again. Dislikes weakness, likes power, likes being in charge, realizes he is lonely-has been pining away for something he cannot have for so long, he may not realize it when it hits him. Dislikes when things do not go his way or when Rachel resists him. 12

10: Virtues: has class, breeding, & wealth; talked Rachel into being a 'noble savior', leader, handsome, had morals and ethics once13

11. Vices: Arrogant, Prideful, somewhat chauvinistic, thief, coldblooded murderer, no compassion for his kills,14

12. Ambition/Desire: A God among men, never be without riches, wants back the love of Rebecca15

13. Conflict: lonely, wants what he can't have, is a cold blooded killer-can't understand humanistic moral qualms, called Rachel by the wrong name during sex-destroying their fragile bond-now he wants her back16

14. Vocation/Calling: has extreme amounts of money that he stole long ago and has invested well. Money is no issue. able to teleport, hypnotize & manipulate human minds, keen senses, telepathically communicate, control fire height, move objects telepathically, lightling quick movements, athletic prowess, can fly/float above ground,17

15. Additional Notes: not many can become Immortal, sleep during day, don't eat, can drink Absinthe, he had to learn on his own18

Sample Scene taken from Chapter 1 of Immortal19

Sloan stepped into the icy water and ripped the door off of it's one remaining hinge, tossing it aside carelessly. He couldn't immediately tell if he was too late or not. The cabin was filled with blood, which stirred the animal within. He reached in to grab her, realized she was belted in, and hit the release button. It was jammed. He ripped the whole thing out and she tumbled downward. Sloan drug her out of the car and carried her to the embankment, looking for a sign of life. Her head lolled uselessly and her eyes were closed, but he saw a trickle of blood dripping from one of the wounds in her neck. He bent to taste her. Ahh, she was so sweet. But the flow was stopping and he knew there was little time. He shook her. No response. He shook her again and pressed his hand into one of her broken arm bones to inflict pain upon her. Her eyes fluttered and a slow moan escaped her lips. 20

"Do you want to live?" he asked. No response. He increased his pressure and bent her broken arm as he whispered in her ear again, "You must tell me if you will accept the life I offer you. Do you want to live and be mine?"21

The utterance was barely more audible than an imperceptible whisper in a tornado, but Sloan heard it, "Yyyyesssss". Sloan bit his own wrist and placed it on her mouth so that his blood fell onto her tongue. The flow was good, but still she did not swallow. 22

"You must drink, Rachel. Swallow. Drink if you want to live." Slowly he felt her throat working to try and swallow the pool of blood that was forming in the back of her mouth. Finally, she succeeded. With the first swallow, Rachel felt a warmness invading her body, a coppery sweet strength that was invading her cells, bringing life to her dying organs. She swallowed again, and felt a little of the haze in her mind dim. Her lips began to clamp onto his wrist and before she knew what was happening, she was sucking the blood directly from his wrist. It felt like liquid life. It was fire to her damaged body, sending strength and vibrance down her broken spine. 23

Sloan ripped her mouth away before she could drink anymore. He knew what must be done, and it would be painful for her. He laid her body out as flat as he could on the frozen ground, put his foot on her stomach below her belly button and grabbed her under the shoulders and pulled. He felt her back give and Rachel managed a weak scream as he tried to correct and align the broken vertebrae as best he could. Her arms were next. He held her at the shoulders and pulled at the wrist to try and straighten her bones. Next, came her beautiful legs. They were bloodied and broken as was the rest of her. He pulled on her legs and tried to force the bones back through the skin to line up with their broken counterparts. Rachel had passed out again. It was just as well, he thought. Sloan wondered if he should slit her skin and muscles to try and put the bones back together. He'd never done this before. He didn't want her to heal ugly. He wouldn't be able to tolerate that. He'd have to kill her if she didn't come back perfect. Sloan decided that, Yes, he must take more care of her healing, so he held her tightly, summoned his power, and let the night take him. Sloan materialized in his kitchen and laid Rachel out on the immense mahogany dining room table. She was still alive, and slowly healing, he saw. He must hurry! Sloan grabbed a carving knife from a drawer and slit her lower leg open to the bone. Blood dripped from the wound he inflicted, but he tried not to notice. Carefully, he pulled and forced the bones together so they would heal straight. When he slit her arms open, it was not so easy. There were multiple breaks and he wasn't sure if he got them all put back together right. He flipped her over and sliced into her back. Minutes were precious now. He had caused her to loose a lot of blood, and she didn't have any to spare. He scraped away at her vertebrae, trying to see if there was any spinal cord damage, and when he couldn't find any, he aligned them as best he could and carefully rolled her over onto her back. Almost too late, he noticed the indentation in her chest. He carved it open as well and discovered a rib had snapped off and was embedded in a lung. He pulled it out and placed it like a sadistic puzzle piece in the empty place where it had broken off.24

Sloan slit his wrist again, this time with the knife and placed it to Rachel's mouth. Instinctively, this time, she knew what to do. Her lips latched on and her sweet tongue created a suction to pull the blood from his body directly into hers. Sloan didn't staunch the flow this time and his eyes beheld the miracle that granted Immortality. The cuts he'd made and the horror her body had suffered in the crash were healing right before his eyes. He watched as his immortal blood spread throughout her broken body, healing everywhere it went. He was glad to see that her leg wounds were sealing up nicely with very little signs of scarring. He didn't think he could live with her if she were disfigured. Sloan also figured that a little blood drinking on her part later, would help to heal her wounds, but he didn't know for sure. He brushed the hair back from her face with his free hand. Already the bruising and swelling seemed to be lessening. He would give her as much of himself as he could to ensure that she had the best possible start, even though he could feel himself weakening with every pull she placed on his artery. Minutes passed, and Sloan felt his legs growing weak. He leaned against the table for stability, and still her mouth demanded more. His head began to swim and he knew he had to pull away from her, but as he tried, her arms came up to hold his wrist firmly to her mouth. That was good, he thought, she can move her arms again. He grabbed his wrist and pulled backward, falling with all his might to rip his wrist from her grasp. He had let her take too much of him. He was weak. He needed to feed and he needed it now. He got up from the floor and gazed at her upon his table. She looked so peaceful and beautiful with just the slightest trickle of blood escaping her lips. Still, she did not move. Her hands had returned to her sides and she lay statuesque on the antique carved mahogany jewel that he'd brought over from Italy decades before. 25

Sloan turned on his heel and strode purposefully out of his house. It took him only minutes to locate suitable prey. Sloan drained the man mercilessly as his horrified girlfriend stood stone still and watched. Then, he slung her over his shoulder and took her back to his home. Sloan was an expert at manipulating the feeble minds of humans. 26

Long ago he had learned to hypnotize them with but a thought, to render them powerless against him. It worked on most, but not all, and some took slightly more effort than others. He had yet to discern exactly why that was, but at this moment he didn't care. All that mattered was that this girl had been easy prey. 27

Rachel still hadn't moved. He could see that her wounds were healing nicely, but he thought she should have come around by now. "Damn," he swore and rolled up his sleeve again. She must have been much worse off than I imagined, he thought as he slit his wrist again and placed it to her mouth. Immediately, her hands came up to grasp his arm and the pull of her mouth on his blood was actually quite powerful. Good, he thought, she will survive. Sloan risked a glance at the girl he'd stood in the corner. She had slumped down and was squatting in the corner with a horrified look on her face. It was as well. He'd need sustenance after he let Rachel feed off of him again. Later, they would hunt together. Sloan turned to Rachel again and gazed down at her face. Already the bruising was gone and her angelic glow was returning. She was truly perfection. Rachel looked so much like his long dead Rebecca it made his cold heart turn. If only she really was Rebecca. Then this life would be bearable. It would be complete. 28

Sloan felt himself getting lightheaded once more and tried to release his arm from her grasp. She had a death grip on it. Good, she was getting stronger. However, he felt his power draining, and with it, his hold on the girl in the corner was lessening. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stir. She was going to run for her life. The movement spurred him into action. He ripped his arm from Rachel and descended on the girl as she screamed. Her scream was cut short as he bit deeply into her throat, trying to rip out her vocal cords as he drank her life's blood greedily. Her girgling sounds lasted only briefly as he soon had her body drained. Her corpse hung limply in his arms and he heard Rachel begin to stir on the table. He tossed the girl aside and went to Rachel's side. Briefly she glanced up at him under a flutter of lashes. Sloan hoped her body had knitted itself back together properly as he picked her up and carried her to the largest of the upstairs bathrooms. He laid her on her back in the magnificent porcelin bathtub and ruthlessly stripped the tattered and torn clothes from her body, leaving her naked on the cold surface. Her body responded with the smallest of goosebumps and he wondered if the transformation would work. Sloan turned, tossed her clothes in the tiny trashcan, and left her there. He had absolutely no desire to be there when the transformation occurred.29

Sloan picked up the dead girl and took her outside. He would have time to dispose of both her and her boyfriend before Rachel had recovered. He strode off into the chilly night, whistling for the first time in a century. 30