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Created on 2008-06-18 05:17:42 (#15891808), last updated 2009-12-18

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Name:	Alpheus deVries
Birthdate:	1986-01-17
Location:	Pennsylvania, United States

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Warning: Before you proceed, this journal does contain adult content. The original concept is from the World of Darkness after all and not the World of Fluffy Bunnies. (Ok, I lie - there might be fluffy bunnies that hop sideways with red, piercing eyes and fangs . . . but y'all get the point.)

Name: Alpheus Kyros deVries / Gideon Thrace
Fandom: OC (Concepts Inspired by World of Darkness)
Type: Human (Meta, Partially Imbued, Infected)

Suffocating. Gideon remembered that word well while in that drunken daze. The face to whom he had said it to, on the other hand, was much of a blur like the rest of the night and next morning. That was good. Sad, really, if he’d think on it longer, that being so intoxicated that memories, sensations, were lost, but good nevertheless for the time being. It was, after all, a state of being. Not permanent, he hoped, but for now it employed what he needed.

Overwhelming and suffocating - those were two words to describe Sangria City, and he was quite doubtful any of its residents would sympathize. He wondered sometimes if there was a way to explain this, to shine a little light on his predicament, his identity, his loss without repercussions resulting in death. Paranoia, perhaps, but considering all things, it was well validated.

Albuquerque was something else. It was quiet and secluded. Miles upon miles of highway stretched on either side. The next, major city was almost a day’s drive. In truth, it was a lot like Sunnydale, if not for the population that resided within its high hills. Gideon had first considered Albuquerque if not for the warm compassions and possible answers in Los Angeles. He was used to noise of endless traffic, the bright lights, the smell of twenty-four hour diners and drunk patrons at three in the morning while he jogged. The only difference was that the city stretched father than Pittsburgh and didn’t include snow to train in.

So after Shadyside, after Sunnydale, after Pittsburgh, and after New York City, he ended up in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and like mentioned, it was something else. It was nostalgic in a triggering sense that would’ve been depressing if not for keeping him busy with schoolwork and this overnight, warehouse job. Gideon learned quickly that when the running did shit for the nightmares and flashbacks, he could turn to working himself to the bone until when he did sleep all was left were the darkness of an exhausted night.

The first, two semesters were a lot like high school. Without the sunlight issue, or at least when it was minor enough that the headaches could be assuaged by aspirin, he joined the track team, excelled in his grades, and became the outstanding individual the company knew always existed. He studied business, taking on the muse of The Azure Blue that his sister and friends considered the summer before he left. The painting did not resume until about the beginning of the second year. Music had been buried in the performing sense, but he would spend those few, sacred hours in-between the distractions just listening and focusing, working through the turmoil, the loss, to find some sort of closure and move forward.

It was also during that second year that things started to fall apart again. He was walking with his earbuds in, music loud enough to put a wall in-between the kid and the world, when for the first time in years, it started again. “ENDLESS STRUGGLE” - “NOT BE PERMITTED” - If I could take it all back, think again. I would - “DEALING” - “ADEPTS” - “FEEDING” - I don’t need this. - “OF THE NIGHT” - “ABOMINATION” - Somebody help me breathe.

Gideon stumbled back, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and block out the noise, but the internal clamor only heightened further, enveloping perception, blurring it. His mind felt torn apart, being pulled at different angles by hands that wanted justice, redemption, vengeance, and protection. His father had told him shortly after his eighteenth birthday about this shit, finally opening up to the boy a thousand hells that had been tearing Gideon psychologically asunder since that incident all those years ago. It’s a curse, it’s a blessing, and it’s a calling of the truth.

Pressing his back against the nearby wall of a closed restaurant, Gideon strained to fight it as he had. It wasn’t so hard as a teenager. So many brushes with supernatural entities, like his friends, provided a bit of control that when he first encountered Adam, it was like ignoring that annoying headache. After a while, despite the annoyance, he had grown accustomed to it. Thing was, it had been months since his last encounter, and the silence made him soft and vulnerable - so much so that there was a warm trickle of blood coming from his nose.

It wouldn’t pass until several minutes. Whatever it was, it was gone. The creature might’ve just been another supernatural hiding in the shadows, going about its business, or, he dreaded, killing someone out of whim as Katazyna told stories of over and over again to get him to stop his foolish notions.

Suffocating best described Sangria City because there wasn’t a mile between him and the next something. Forget that his legacy is that of vampire hunters that experiment on the supernatural to ‘save humanity’. It was difficult enough to breathe without thinking about that shit.

Existential Solutions: Take Back the Night

Existential Solutions is a biotech firm that specializes in hematology and advanced pharmaceuticals. Publicly, it’s as well known as the next medical company with no connections to anything supernatural except for the odd company name and motto: “Bringing you extraordinary.” Their studies are both innovative and progressive. Their chairman of ES’s main branch in Pittsburgh, PA is Isaac deVries, Katazyna’s father.

Underneath the veil, the deVries family are a lineage of hunters dating back dozens of generations. They specialize in the capture, study, and destruction of vampires.

Description and Personality

Standing a little over 6’1”, Gideon has an athletic build, although he has softened up a bit in muscle tone since stopping his rigorous training. He possesses a double-sided personality that also includes his wardrobe. The first is his upbringing - the high stature, the air of maturity that calls for attention, the high society snob type that people not of that world would call arrogant. These days, he spends most of his life in that world. The second, which he prefers, is simple, filled with a soft banter of sarcasm and light-heartedness of the world that almost borderlines flirting if not for that genuine, self-conscious nervous habit. Both of these are underlined with a recent tension that seems like paranoia at a distance about . . . something.

Strengths

Simply Mortal Like his father, Gideon has a near photographic memory. Sensory input summons the most detailed of instances, but he’s also good at names and places - just don’t ask him to recall numbers. He’s also fluent in both Dutch and French, can play the violin, and paints. Physically, he’s well-trained in boxing and has a higher endurance than most mortals from his running career - this does not help with healing, though.

deVries Initiation At first, it’s a cacophony. Thousands of voices, memories, assaulted with no remorse due to age. Normally, this happens in a contained and controlled environment, after we turn eighteen, but Gideon wasn’t quite so lucky. After a while, the voices lessen, you learn control, but there are moments when overwhelms. It comes in the forms of nightmares or waking visions.

“The voices ebb and flow like the tide, like the seasons, like consciousness itself. They might fade to the background or crash to the fore, but they’re always there, cramming all sorts of things into your head. Strange, half-remembered glimpses of unknown places. Odd words seemingly have to be whispered to you - or screamed at you. Cryptic snatches of haunting verse. Colors, shapes, smells - any and all sensory input, layer upon layer, crashing through your head until it feels like you’ll explode. But you don’t. Your mind just gets more and more crowded. The clamor usually doesn’t make sense - mostly random static - but when it does, you’ve learned it’s important, maybe even life-saving. If you can understand it, that is.“

From H:tR

Tainted

Strand F/F 0.01 went for its first test run just a few years ago, and Gideon here was one of the involuntary guinea pigs. Unlike F45.6, this one doesn’t give either the positive (extended lifespan) effect or negative (weaker to vampire telepathy, persuasion, Presence, Dominate, etc.) It doesn’t need regular boosters nor does it cause blood addiction like one of its predecessors from a different storyline. It’s reactionary, bonded down to a genetic level to the epinephrine, that temporary gives off the base level of Auspex and Celerity. It’s negative side effect is that it’s slowly turning him into, for all reference purposes, a Toreador.

It’s probably known by a handful of Giovanni that Anagath was produced by Campesi Gerontological Research that’s backed by the clan and originally a pet project of one Enzo Giovanni. ES, the arrogant bastards that they are, kept the Anagath scientific name, just added F/F (Flight or Fight), as a way to give the middle finger in that they got to breaking down the formula first. In response, they’ve tried to behead, corrupt, and destroy ES, which eventually leads to Isaac’s death, but that’s not for a while. (*phew*)

To add the final twist, there is the reason why he was volunteered. It’s true, the deVries lineage has a rare, secondary notation to their already rare blood type. It was believed that just as the hunter gene is present in the family, so is the capability to fight back the virus and reverse it, therefore creating a vaccination from the virus. It is possible, after all, considering both father and daughter cannot be ghouled, blood bound, or turned since becoming fully imbued, there is always that chance.

Weakness
Marking (WoD: Ghoul / Blood Bond), turning, or any alteration of the natural state causes any deVries to become physically and supernaturally inept to the Edges - hence being recognized widespread as being tainted. The warning signs are more like warped nightmares, borderline to schizophrenia, when in a somewhat close distance of a supernatural creature.

Due to F/F67.4, Gideon’s allergic to sunlight. Upon coming into direct contact, he gets dizzy an has a minor headache. Prolonged exposure causes dizzy spells, migraines, and vomiting of blood. Hours of exposure can result in death.

Contrary to how it’s sometimes perceived, psychologically, Gideon isn’t Schizoaffective or Bipolar. He does, on the other hand, have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with comorbid Borderline Personality Disorder, Major, Single-Polar Depression, and bouts of Hysteria. Majority of this is controlled, but depending on the situation, it does worsen.

So You Know . . .
I am not Gideon Thrace or Sean Faris. This journal is so very fake and for non-profit, writing purposes. A lot of concepts are from the White Wolf gaming system, but he's played in various stories. The non cap-locked words in the crazy fit are from Nickback's "Breathe".

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