KLAUS, Valko

[VALKO KALUS]

...Valko Klaus Wilhelm*
*My revenge has just begun! I spread it over centuries and time is on my side.*

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...basics*

name Dr, Valko Wilhelm Klaus
nickname Valko, or Dr. Klaus
age 28
gender Male
grade n/a
hometown Fankfurt, Germany
sexuality Straight
personification Dracula
status Awake
face claim James Marsters

...appearance*

hair colorA stiff bleached blonde. The effect is shocking, defining the lines of his face and better suiting his complexion then the dark color it normally grew. The roots remain dark, in contrast to the sharp yellow blonde of his hair. He keeps it styled professionally, combed back to avoid how it curls when left unkempt. Looking for the world the part he plays.
eye color Deep Gray blue, like the ocean before a storm cast into the shadow of the tempest. Usually they appear dark, cold, and focused. Nothing reaches his animalistic orbs. Every once in a while, usually in the late evening, his eyes will seem particularly bright. It is a sign he has fed recently, when he is as close to alive as the strange mix of legend and reality could ever be.
build Strong. Valko keeps himself in very good shape. He is made up of lean muscle and clearly could hold his own in a fight. Not that many men have the will to fight such a creature. His body is firm, and defined. As if he worked out often. Usually this is unseen, however under his common attire.
height 5'11” He isn't all that tall but he isn't short either. Still he, unlike many of the men running about New York, doesn't quite breech the 6 foot mark.
clothing style Now this depends on when you catch him. For work he dresses casually, button down shirts tucked into fine pants, all capped off with a leather belt and tie. His Lab coat gives him an air of importance and his countenance adds an air of practicality and professionalism that is needed for a hospital. Not that he spends too much time out and about, that is the doctor's job. Mostly he fills out paperwork and sorts inventory, which is fine by him. When he sets out to feed late at night he is all together a different animal. He cannot in this time wear his formal count apparel, instead he leaves his cape behind for the modern leather duster. His shirts sport bright crimson or deep blues, and he wears his stylish dress pants, never having liked denim.
distinctive traits His canines, though they retract into his gums, are sharper then the average person and appear almost animal like even when pulled back. They are still ungodly sharp and so he smiles with lips closed when he does to avoid suspicion. His eyes also resemble an animal when in human form, if they catch the light just right they shine with an opal like quality.

...personal*

personality The strange man is quite good with words. Even to go so far as to say he is charming. He is careful, polite, and good at detecting emotions in others. The pied piper of legend led rats to their fate with just a flute, Valco does it with his voice. Something in the way he intones his words, or the way he shapes the sounds seems to sooth the soul and relax the mind. Like a strong drink. He hardly ever needs to use his strength, as most of his prey come willingly to his call.

Valco exudes an air of mystery. Perhaps this is a good quality as much as a bad, but the attribute is one the man possesses. It could be in his gaze, that steady, predatory glare. A look that is somewhat reminiscent of a cat eying a bird in a cage. It also could be the way he walks, more like an animal then a human in his steady, measured gate. Each step is purposed, determined. People mistake it for confidence but really its just part of who, well what, he is. His responses to questions about his past come out cryptically, which help add to his air of mystery. Valco's past is not his past after all and he only knew so much of it.

He is very Confrontational. Here in New York he is a caged beast. He can't slaughter like he used to. Not that they could keep him locked up, but he would become known. Instead he seeks out bar brawls, and goads others into violence. Sometimes so he can watch. Sometimes so he can engage without suspicion. His behavior with men is borderline rude. He is careful to avoid this at work, but out in public it is dangerous to engage him.

Valko is often sweeter with the fairer sex treating them with a little more delicacy. Well that is until he gets hungry. He wields powers the common mortal did not know existed, and he just wants an excuse to use. After all in modern day America? Vampires are just myths. In the older countries, he could never go back to Romania, they still were nervous about his kind. They knew the proper way to kill a vampire. A stake alone wouldn't do it. Not that he was a real vampire at this point, he was something different. Here vampires were just movie magic. No one would believe a lunatic raving about monsters in the streets of the city.
past The problem with this story is that it is not the story of a man, but the first moments of a monster. The awakening was not of a boy to man, as many stories go, but of a man dieing and a monster stealing his skin. One day Dracula woke up, and Valco, who should have been the hero of our story, snuffed out like a candle. Memories remained, that did not belong to the beast who took over his skull, but worked his brain like a skillful puppeteer. For Valco, this was the last moment of his life, there was a dream about flying and then he was gone. For Dracula the last moment in time he could recall was a face as the steak was driven through his heart.

For Dracula, a century had passed, and it was as if not a moment had passed since his death. The awakening was startling, agonizing, and confusing. Everything had changed, but he was the same. His eyes ripped open to the glare of sunshine through a window. With a shout of shock he tore himself from bed and threw himself into the nearest corner. He felt strange, like his body wasn't right to fill him. He was too big for the skin he was in. His eyes raked his hands, realizing they weren't his own. He wasn't burning either, not a bit of damage, even if it was so bright it hurt his eyes. Slowly, carefully, he stepped into the light and cringed at its brilliance. It was warm, like a lovers caress. He hadn't felt warmth in so long. He wasn't burning. That wasn't to say it didn't burn his sensitive, night accustomed eyes. Throwing an arm over them, he staggered away from the window right as a woman wandered in. He spun about staring in confusion at her. The house didn't make much sense. The memories that weren't his, but filled his mind, told him this woman should be his mother. He felt nothing for her as she spoke curtly, in German (which he was thankful he knew) demanding he stop goofing off and get ready for school.

He took a moment to find clothing and tugged on a shirt. He nodded the best he could to get her out of the room. He had a mother? This had to all be a dream. He had never died, he was still fast asleep in his castle and a man would come the next day to help him with it's sale. Then he would move to London as planned and kill as he liked. The woman, his mother, left and he stared about at the furniture, this was not the common fold, he had never seen anything like it.

His eyes hit a pair of sunglasses on the bedside table. They looked far different then the glasses from his time, and were far lighter in weight but seemed amazingly sturdy. The dark glass seemed perfect for his eyes. With a cock of his teenage head he pulled them on and stepped to the window. His eyes took in a sight that nearly killed him, again. It was very obviously not 1897. He searched around the room until he found a piece of paper, it appeared to be schoolwork of some kind, and read the date. He placed the paper down and ran his fingers through his hair. Somehow over a hundred years had passed. He was alive. He was standing in the sun.

What in hells name was going on! He was dead... or he had been. His eyes lit up at the idea. Someone had given him a second chance on life. He was, well sort of, human again. He wandered into the wash room and marveled at himself in the mirror, taking a moment to marvel at the sink and bathtub. He was lean, pale and toned. No longer was he in a centuries old body. He was fit, young and thrilled to be alive. ALIVE! His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, a strange but pleasant sensation he had long forgotten.

Quickly he got dressed, in what he hoped was normal because it was all this person he had taken over seemed to have, jeans and a tee-shirt. He would have to fix that. He was a count and he would not dress in such common fabrics. It felt like he was being scratched by every inch of these horrible pants.

He meandered downstairs and was about to walk out the door when again the woman snapped at him, something about breakfast. Human food. He could eat human food again! Sitting down and stared at the pop tarts in wonder. His bodies mother must be a brilliant cook to make it so fast! What strange pastries. His memories seemed to indicate these were a common staple of the new world diet. He devoured it. He marveled at his ability to taste. Still his hunger didn't even begin to be touched. It was delicious, but he needed something more. His eyes flashed as he turned and walked out without saying goodbye. His mother watched him with wide eyed worry. He hadn't taken his school things, he hadn't said a word.

He didn't bother going to school, he didn't really know it existed other then the school paper in the bedroom and that was hardly something he needed. He was a several century old vampire who was rediscovering this new world. School be damned he had better things to do.

He spent the day strolling about in and out of shops learning the world around him. The horseless buggies were the easiest to avoid and he quickly picked up upon the glowing street signs that indicated when it was acceptable to walk. His stomach rumbled and he realized that this was not a human hunger. He was craving the kill, craving a meal that only life could give. He found a classmate who seemed to know him. She mentioned he wasn't the sort to ditch, and he convinced her she was wrong. He wooed her with care and when she began to lean towards him for more, he insisted they go somewhere private. His fangs were slowly sharpening, as if in anticipation, as if the body was excepting he was now the host, a vampire, older then all other vampires. He killed her behind a Chinese restaurant and moved her body into the dumpster. He might be new to being human but he wasn't stupid, a corpse found would be investigated, Helsing had found him through lesser means.. He bit the wrist instead of the neck and when he was done he slit it, making it look like suicide. His hunger stated and began to consider. Perhaps he could eat, if he chose, but he still needed to feed. It was a triviality at this point, feeding was second nature.

His days progressed like this his 'parents' explaining away his suddenly rebellious behavior as being a teenager. He kept himself under the radar, but soon enough bodies started appearing, and the disappearances began to get noticed. His parents became more and more nervous as their son pulled further and further away. They tried everything, discipline, pleading, therapy, everything to get him back to normal and to stop ditching school. They were scared he might get killed, even though every body as female. Weeks went by and they were nowhere closer to finding the killer, but Valko was getting nervous. He had to find a way to avoid this problem.

It was a stroke of luck finding his solution. Modern medicine was the answer. It was an ordinary day, he was ditching school, walking along the streets when he saw a banner for a blood drive. His world suddenly changed. They collected human blood! What on earth did they need it for? He went in and asked so many questions the woman finally shooed him off taking his behavior as nothing more then prank. Then again that was probably for the better because there might be some strange questions. Sure he had a beating heart now but he had to skirt in shadows and stay out of direct sun to keep his skin from burning to a bright lobster red, but thankfully never catching fire, and his eyes from becoming utterly useless. Direct sun required sunglasses to be passable.

Realizing the potential of working in a blood bank he returned to school. Suddenly he was the best student they had. He did all his work and ended up skipping a grade. He avoided killing, or even feeding from his classmates. He didn't want them tracing it back. He couldn't be branded the killer. So he lived with his parents until he graduated. His parents were relieved that his rebellious phase had been so short. They praised him daily, and gave him anything he wanted for returning to work. Still the killer was at large, and for that Valko was content.

They were wrong to be relieved though. As graduation day came closer he killed a few men in the city, then a few couples. The news said the killer was evolving, changing. Valko just smiled as he set the bait, getting ready to strike. On graduation night, after his party of course, he slid into his parents bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. He killed them swiftly, silencing them before they ever awoke. He watched them bleed out, not wanting to drink their blood. Something about it felt, well wrong. He did not care for them, not really, but he had memories of caring for them at one point. Perhaps it was a last favor to the boy who's body he had stolen.

He played the perfect grieving son. The papers wrote about how devastating it was this murderer could kill a boy's parents. How this madman must be brought to justice. He was aired as a tragic example of what happens when murderers are left on the lose. The police chief lost his job because of the public outcry. One news station even did a collection and gave him the benefits to help him start his new life. It made him a decent amount of money, and when alone he smiled at the irony.

He sold the house as soon as the media calmed down about his poor fortune. Claiming he could not remain for the memory of his parents was too much a burden, he moved to America, particularly upstate New York. There he got into a college studied the medical field, particularly Phlebotomy (Blood). He had to eat every day before class to not lose his mind and it was still infuriating to be so close to so much blood and unable to drink. It was like leading a man who had been lost in the desert to the ocean, you could see it but drinking it might kill you. So he suffered in silence, learning to control his cravings, learning to ignore the want. He became a master at composure over the years.

So he graduated, with his doctorate honors, (far more quickly then it should have been possible) from the small private college and moved to New York City. It didn't take him long to get hired on working at the blood bank. So many orders were processed each day he could easily sneak a few bags every day or two, and simply write the inventory himself he would remove them due to contamination, as that was part of his job. His calm demeanor, and confidence won over many of the staff. At work he always was on his best behavior. He was friendly and polite with his coworkers, again he played his part well. Soon enough he was running the blood bank, it was a difficult job not in what he had to do, but how he had to do it.
present Valko is working hard at the Sacred Heart Hospital. He runs the blood bank of the hospital and fills orders, as well as running blood drives. He does a lot more then that but that is his job in a nut shell. He speaks fluent English, with an accent, but prefers German as it's his bodies mother tongue.

He lives in a rather nice apartment alone and it is rare he will invite people over. He prefers the solitude He grows lonely though and imagines turning a woman to keep him company, tired of the endless hours trapped in the small box. He misses his mansion and if he could figure out how to tap into his old coffers then he would gladly move elsewhere. Then again he had three wives in Transylvania, but those blasted humans had killed all three. He wonders if anyone else was resurrected from those fateful events. It often crosses his mind Helsing in particular, he wanted to take everything from him and tare the mans head off himself.

Recently he has relearned how to transform, as in the story he has the power to become both a bat and a wolf. He loves using animal forms for transportation because, quite honestly, he gets car sick. He has never gotten used to the new forms of transportation and avoids both cars and the subway. Because of this he lives rather close to the hospital, so he can hoof it. He rarely drinks from patients however, keep business and pleasure separate as he might say.

In his spare time wanders the streets like a jungle cat on the prowl, he doesn't like being home as the lonesomeness has become oppressive. Soon he intends to seek out anyone who helped in his downfall. He has seen the movies, and read the book, but he refuses to believe he is just some storybook character. If he was how could he be here, alive and well, if he had never existed at all. He knows he is Dracula, and he knows he was the greatest vampires ever to live. So all hell be damned. He will never accept the truth.
family Cristoph Klaus - Father – dead
Melina Klaus - mother – dead.
likes Women, good wine(now that he can taste it), Long jackets, Walking in the daylight, people watching, fine living, good views, sunrise, classical music, pretty women, touching(as when his heart did not beat everything felt wrong).
dislikes garlic, people who discover his secret, people from Kentucky(He had a bad roommate in college, whom he killed), Bad art, rap music, cats, churches (not for the reasons you think).
other notes The sun will not kill him however if he stands in it he will burn far faster then other people, it also is VERY hard on his eyes so he will always be in the shadows and wearing sunglasses if he is out during the day, at night he is fine and because of this prefers to be out in the darker hours.

...literature*

book title Brom Stoker's Dracula
backstory Dracula hires a lawyer, Harker, to help him with legal advice on the sale of his home so he can move to live with the masses. The lawyer is trapped in the home and almost killed by Dracula's three brides. Eventually the man escapes and vanishes.

Dracula goes tracking Harker's Fiance Mina and her friend Lucy. The story turns to a ship which appears empty of all its crew except the captain who is tied to the wheel with a crucifix shoved between his hands. A wolf, or large dog, is seen leaping free of the ship and vanishes ashore. The ships cargo of the ship was silver dust and earth from Transylvania.

Lucy is engaged to be married and is very attractive. For no reason Lucy begins to waste suspiciously away and her finance calls Abraham Van Helsing from Amsterdam, his old teacher. Van Helsing tries blood transfusions, but does not tell his fears of Vampires. On the same night Lucy and her mother are attacked by a wolf, presumably Dracula. The mother has a heart condition and dies. Lucy dies soon after from the strange wasting condition.

Lucy turns into a vampire and Van Helsing confides in Lucy's suitors and together they kill her by staking her through the heart, beheading her, and filling her mouth with garlic.

After this encounter Harker and Mina return from Budapest married and Harker has recovered from his imprisonment in the castle. Harker turns their attention to dealing with Dracula knowing him to be the cause of his own suffering and Lucy's death. The horrors he witnessed in that castle could never be explained.

Dracula learns of their plot and in revenge he visits and bites Mina three times and at least once he feeds her his blood. By doing this he creates a bond through which he can control her. The only way to free Mina is to kill Dracula. Mina switches back and forth between a trance like state and herself never seeming wholly there. During the trance time she becomes connected with Dracula mentally and through this those retaliating against him, learn his movements. The ability gets weaker as they get closer to the castle.

Dracula is killed just before sunset (while sleeping) in transportation to his castle. To kill him they cut his throat and stab him through the heart. Dracula turns to dust and the spell is lifted from Mina. Those left presumably live happily ever after.

...roleplayer*

name Chirp
age 22
gender Female
rp experience almost ten years.
how you found ouac Beck.
rp sample Please see Gavin Benson.

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Man, this is quite an app. I love the way you improved and developed the ideas from the first time! I'm intrigued by this character as a whole, particularly the way you're going to play him as awakened Dracula and with the way you're going to incorporate the ability to transform. Can't wait to read his stuff!