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PLAYER
» Journal: [MUST be the SAME! as journal used to place the reserve!]
» Birthdate/Age: March 1983. Age? OLD! (28)
» Characters Played: Brand spakin’ new!
CHARACTER
» Name: Hannibal King
» Fandom: Blade: Trinity, see the Blade movies
» Reference:
Wiki-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal_King (this mostly talks about the comic character with a blurb at the bottom about the movie. I only use the comic references to fill in small gaps about his past prior to becoming a vampire.)
http://marvel-movies.wikia.com/wiki/Hannibal_King (the movie wiki page for King. It’s spotty, at best, but gives a general idea about the character)
http://marvel-movies.wikia.com/wiki/Blade_%28film%29 (First movie wiki)
http://marvel-movies.wikia.com/wiki/Blade_II (Second movie wiki)
http://marvel-movies.wikia.com/wiki/Blade:_Trinity (Third movie wiki)
Youtube-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKww4GwX4Gw&feature=related (be warned, Hannibal does have a potty mouth. Just a few clips of his best lines from the movie to give you an idea about his humor and, well, how he can be a glutton for punishment.)
» Canon Point: Hannibal will be entering the game post- movie. The general consensus, since they had been planning a 4th Blade movie until Snipes went to jail, is that the strain of virus that makes a person a Vampire is different than what Daystar worked on. Or at least that is what the majority of Blade fans go with since there really aren’t any details but rumors on movie 4.
» Gender: Male and most defiantly Male… even if he has the mental age of a five year old at times with his sometimes crude humor.
» Age: 27-28
» Orientation: In the movie they actually never say what orientation King has. Just from hinted comments I am pretty darn sure he had very close relations with Danica Talons, mostly due to referring to himself as her ‘cabana boy’ and ‘playing hide and go suck’ with her. Of course the later could be talking about being a vampire in general, but considering how sadistic Danica is? It wouldn’t surprise me if it wasn’t.
» Personality:
How do you even start to describe a man like him? King is a mix of a lot of different personality traits that most people usually find appalling in general situations. On the outside he's the sort of man that someone might see at the bar wanting to get the pretty girl's number for a quick roll in the sheets before sneaking out the next morning. Which is actually how he ended up being a vampire for a five year stretch. He's the sort of guy that always has a quip or piece of sarcastic advice at the ready even if the situation doesn't warrant it. See this is his defense mechanism. The whole point of him being sarcastic and having a tiring sense of humor, in the most wrong of situations, is how he's learned to deal with bad situations. For him it's the easiest way for him to block out pain that might be done towards him or to focus more on what needs to be done. Sure it's not something that is common, but King is not your common man.
Hannibal was born the only child of his parents in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Growing up he had a normal childhood- playing sports, okay grades in school, and wanting to be like his dad. For the most part some people could have called him spoiled. What only child isn't in some ways? His father was the disciplinarian in the family often driving a younger King to push the limits of his parents tolerance levels. Having a cop for a father only seemed to drive the young man to do more to break the rules or limitations that were placed upon him. During High School things seemed to even out. The teenage boy found sports to be a good out for a lot of his pent up energy just barely keeping his grades on the level he could still stay on the teams. It wasn't that he wasn't a bright person, that was to the contrary. Everything just wasn't a challenge he wanted to push himself toward. There were sports games and cheerleaders or spirit shakers to chase after. By the time he was in college rolled around the ideas of what he wanted to do 'when he grew up' were limitless. It was just a matter of actually growing up and picking something.
One night he went to a local bar at the age of twenty-two with his friends and his life changed forever. This is where his story truly starts.
Becoming one of the undead was not something the young man had planned in his life. Yes it was a change and yes it was a decision not exactly put on to him, but there was something about him that Danica wanted to keep around. Perhaps it was his jester-like quality he had displayed to the woman. King never asked. He didn't want to know. The first year as a new vampire was exhilarating. There were physical changes and a new carnal need that he'd never experienced before. Being the 'cabana boy' to Danica wasn't something he was honestly thrilled about but he had to learn somehow right? Then he started having to kill for food. It wore on him. Seeing the light in someone's eyes drain every time he had to feed just to survive. King had never killed a person before that and with each life he took he felt a part of himself dying.
He won't deny he tried running away and never being successful at it. The man learned the nastier side to the Talos family as well as those who followed them. King felt trapped in more ways than one having learned quickly to give up on the day and live only for the night. During the fifth year of being a member of the undead there was one chance encounter that, as King would later put it, turned his frown of a life upside down. King would deny actually feeling like he had given up on himself though other people would probably have said differently. It was Abigail Whistler's first mission on her own where the two encountered each other and the start to a rather interesting friendship. She had given two choices- fight or get staked where he sat watching the club he was in. Hannibal being who he was, was quick to raise to the challenge. Their match was brief and quick, ending only when the woman had gotten him in to a position that he simply stopped trying to fight back. Her decision to give him the cure wasn't a light one. Sommerfield needed someone to test it out on and that just happened to be King. Neither of them knew if it was going to work or not; leaving the people who were working with Whistler ready to kill him if they had to.
The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before, not even when he had been turned. Restrained in a room by himself so he could be monitored it wasn't until the morning after the cure had been given to him that his captors pulled back the blinds bathing him in sunlight. King had half expected it too all be to good to be true and that instant that he saw sunlight for the first time in five years he thought it would also be his very last. Talk about the surprise when he didn't burst in to a flaming pile of ashes. Hannibal was more than thankful for what they, and Abigail, had done for him. King was quick to answer their questions taking the promises that he could help destroy the people that had turned him to heart. He knew codes, names, locations, everything that he had picked up while being a pet to Danica and he was more than ready to talk.
King really is not that bad of a guy deep down. He's very protective of his close friends almost to the point of being reckless. This whole tough guy thing is more of an act that has become like a second skin to him. Hannibal has his serious side that his humor manages to keep skewed in different forms and fashions, but he's the sort that a person would easily know when he is really pissed off and not joking around anymore. The jokes come less and there is this slight narrowing of his eyes that hold this glint in them. Sure it's rare for King to have his moments of serious, but they do happen and it's generally best for those to avoid him for a while if they can.
Getting to the core of things brings up the point there is one thing that scares him in the most in the world. Which is funny because of the tough guy appearance he tends to put on, but one Danica Talos always seems to know how to exploit it out of him. He's afraid of becoming a vampire again. Not just him but the people he has grown close to like Sommerfield, Hedges, Dex, Zoe, and most definitely Abigail Whistler. Sometime in his stint as a vampire the man pretty much lost the will to do anything. He was a pet and nothing else to Danica finding that the lifestyle, while it had probably been enjoyable at first, was something he didn't want. This is where he feels he owns Abby a debt beyond anything he'll ever be able to repay and has a chip upon his shoulder when it comes to things with fangs.
Abby managed to give him that spark of hope with the cure, not to mention give him a chance to give the vamps a one-two shot where it hurts. Hannibal also is a kid in a man's body. This is evident by his love of cartoons, all things sugar, and need for new shiny toys... that are usually in the form of a vampire killing tool. He likes to have his fun whether it being generic television watching to playing basketball with Dex and Hedges. A person can't be a total vampire killing machine like Blade all the time right? Which is probably why the two never seem to get along.
Quickly the Nightstalkers became a thorn in the Vampire's sides. Working as Blade's backup; the sleeper cells of humans trying to bring about the downfall of the vampire empire were efficient. Especially with the ability to cure those who wanted it and were willing to turn on their former masters. King and Abby became close- closer than he had been with anyone before in his entire life. Not one of those romantic relationship closes, but the kind where you always knew you had someone watching your back. Hannibal believed that he owed Abby and her team more than he could ever repay them for saving his life. In turn he'd protect them to the best of his abilities and get them anything that he could possibly widdle out from his former masters. Which is why, two years later, he was there for the stoic Abigail Whistler when she found out her father was dead and that Blade had been captured by the F.B.I. With rumors that Drake had been found and was awake their time of being in the shadows was coming to an end. They needed Blade in order to help properly deliver what was to hopefully be the final nail in the proverbial coffin. No matter what was going to happen he was going to be by her side. There was no way he was going to take this lying down. Blade needed to be freed and they were exactly the ones to do it.
I know the following probably won’t be accepted in game, but I wanted to include it just so you can generally see how I do play the character just in case he ever regains any of it or y’all do let him have it:
Strengths/Abilities:
First and foremost King was a former vampire. When he was cured some of the traits that make up vampires in his world were retained if only to a certain degree.
Strength- Vampires generally have superhuman strength. King... not so much anymore. Generally he is stronger than the average male who has been working out and can easily kick a human's ass if he has to. The one drawback to this is that he does tire, but probably not after going through five or more opponents in a single match. Now having some of this strength leftover for him gives him only a little edge in a match against a vampire. In the movie we see that he's able to hold out in a fight against Grimwood and just barely come out victorious. A normal human getting an ass kicking like that probably wouldn't have lasted as long as he did.
Senses- Hannibal can't hear a butterfly breath or the sound of a pin dropping. His senses are just above average for a normal human. Smells are a little stronger, some sounds a little louder, and touching things a little more sensitive. It's easy to compare him to someone who has lost one of their senses where the others step up to make up the difference.
Fighting- Personally King is not a trained fighter. He's excellent with a gun and with a stake for those fights with vampires or their familiars. His style of hand-to-hand is sort of street fighterish. While Abby and Blade were trained in martial arts, King just sort of pieced things together in a way that suited his attitude more. Patience is not one of his strong points so taking out an opponent swiftly is something he'd prefer over a long fight with a single enemy.
Weaknesses:
Now since it has been established that King is a former vampire there are a few certain traits that the cure for his vampire-ism didn't exactly take away. There are some physical things he managed to retain to a small degree but one of the most peculiar ones is the fact he has a mild allergy to silver things. He can touch silver objects and even wear them for small amounts of time against bare skin. However, if prolonged exposure to silver objects occurs, he breaks out in to a mild rash where the object was at. King has even tested this out finding that after five hours of wearing a silver charm he broke out in hives. It wasn't something he was quite thrilled explaining to Abby about.
Ingesting anything silver can cause a little bigger of a reaction than just wearing a silver object. Mostly it all depends upon the degree in which the silver has been ingested or punctured through the skin on how he will react. A silver steak to the chest would bring about a fair amount of hemorrhaging and pain where swallowing a few flakes of silver would give him an awful case of food poisoning. Being shot with silver bullets hasn't happened yet in his lifetime and is generally something he is going to try avoiding.
» Appearance:
While he may look as skinny as a twig, that’s not King. He’s spent the last few years of his life having to learn to fight for survival. Being on the run or Hunting vampires has given him a lean sort of bulk fitting for someone who is deemed a street fighter. Height wise the man is well over six foot tall and doesn’t care to use his height to his advantage in some situations. While he is a jokester, he can have a rather serious personality when he wishes to.
King is also a scruffy looking man. While he keeps his beard trimmed nicely, and can be picky over his hair at times, bed head is the way to go.
» Suitability: -NA-
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:
[There’s the sound of muttering and the muffled fumbling of whoever was on the other end trying to do something. It’s not until the screen is turned around that the bearded face of one Hannibal King can be seen as he studies the device in his hand.]
Hedges would have a field day with this… [Yes he even goes as far as to tap the camera lens before giving his best Zoolander impression.] Does this get my good side?
Okay. All jokes aside. Looking for any Nightstalkers out there. Give a holler if you know what I’m talking about. If not? Then this is not the message you are looking for. Move along, move along.
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
The previous nights escapades were a blur of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. Not just from the dull ache of muscle use or the faint remembrance of bruises that he was sure were going to be on his person, but the pleasurable ache that desire brought when paired with a willing partner. Everything was a haze between the feverish scent of sex mixed with the coppery tang of blood mixed with ash in the air. Honestly the man sprawled out on the bed seemingly dead to the world grunted as he shifted against silk soft sheets. The faint tingle of lips exploring his body, exposing his neck and nipping just hard enough where he had been bitten, just to get a reaction out of him still brought chilled bumps across bare flesh brought on by the cool breeze that shifted through the room. His sleep addled brain shifted in his drowsy state recalling the dark haired hellion as she drew her bow back yelling at him to hit the deck before losing her arrow with deadly accuracy. Ash filled his nostrils causing a scowl to cross his face that was only disrupted by the salty sea air that stirred him more than smelling salts ever could.
Groaning Hannibal raised his head off the pillows instantly wishing he hadn’t. His right hand ran over his face before the left joined him, using the palms to grind at his eyes before scratching at his bearded cheeks and chin. Seriously had he had way too much to drink after the Hunt? King didn’t remember it much like he didn’t exactly remember having sex with anyone unless Abigail had gotten an itch that needed scratching. That, in its self, was something he could wish he remembered. Slowly the Nightstalker rolled over on to his side placing bare feet upon the tiled floor. Daring to open his eyes instantly brought the man wide awake though. Where the hell was he? This wasn’t the new Nightstalker HQ nor was it the city.
Just as slow he stood feeling every inch of his body protest wanting him to get back in bed for a few more hours, but his mind was racing. Sure King didn’t care if he was bare assed naked for the entire world to see. It wasn’t like anyone hadn’t seen a dick before sometime in their life- Hannibal was a man with little to no shame after all. No the man was more concerned exactly about trying to figure out where the hell he was and why his clothing was so neatly laid out like the person he’d fucked the night before had some sort of weird fetish about neatness. A quick exploration of the room found him alone in his boxers and the simple necklace he always wore with no indication of anyone else having been there but him. If there were vampires involved they were probably coffined up giving him amble time to get dressed and get the hell out of there. Even if Daystar had taken care of the Talos clan, it hadn’t worked everywhere. Being a Hunter generally meant you pissed most people off except if you were of the Old Breed. Blade had proven that well enough a year prior to the fall of Danica Talos.
Quickly Hannibal threw his clothing up only stopping long enough to pick up the device that had been laying there upon his vest. He didn’t know why he pocketed it, a feeling that he might need it perhaps, and something he’d consider later. Right then he just wanted to get the hell out of Dodge and find his way back to the only family he had left- Abigail Whistler and Zoe Sommerfield.