Post by Pumpkin - Tiberius on May 16, 2008 17:35:11 GMT
Name: Tiberius Vanderveldt Blickwither.
Origin of surname:
Blick, a colloquialised perversion of "bleak", as in dreary or gloomy, that slowly changed down the centuries.
Wither, a similar perversion of "weather" although it is also remeniscant of the "wither", as in something "was old and withered".
Age: 32
Species: Human (although given his tendencies this is questionable...)
Profile: Around 6ft in stature, of a broad-ish shoulder width and firm stance. Not muscly as such but upon seeing his body it is obvious he takes good care of himself. Of his face it is generally agreed he is a most handsome man, a pale pallour, icy blue eyes, a strong nose and firm jaw framed by dark locks of an irish origin and waves that ripple back across his scalp, to a length just passing his collar. His lips are thin and pale, yet the smile they often hold is more than enough to make even most respectable ladies swoon.
He wears the fashionable garb of his own time, that of the late 1700's dandy, although he takes on a much more suave and finer approach. His most notable aspect in terms of clothing would probably be his large high collared long black stage coach type coat.
Loose Visual Aids:
or:
www.ket.org/pressroom/2001/24/Gormenghast_1200.jpg
Weapons (Optional): His primary "weapon" as you might call it would be his walking cane, roughly about 3 and a half feet in length, made of ebony and topped with a simple yet elegant silver knob. However it contains within it a thin sliver of a sword, the blade jsut over 3ft in length. Graceful, elegant yet deadly, Tiberius is most apt at wielding it, drawing slashing and sheathing again in an instant.
He also carries about his person several vials of poison and incapacitants (chloroform or laudenum for example) as well as a brass knuckle duster and a small easily concielable knife.
He has a vast amount of horrific and excruciating "instruments" at home, but these are not so much weapons, but implements of torture to be used at one's leisure.
Magic (Optional):
Tiberius has no magic that he actively uses, however he is possessed of a degree of resistance to magic thanks to his cane, which can absorb/ deflect harmful energies directed at Tiberius, although it is by no means an impenatrable defence.
Personality: Charming, handsome, elegant, wealthy and in the prime marriage material. Generally a most suitable bachelor for many a lady of status. He is also a sado-masochistic multiple homicidal psychopath.
Of course, you rarely see this side of him until its too late. The charm and swoon factor of Mr Darcy meets the twisted blackness of Mr Hyde and Dorian Grey. His most well honed weapons that he bares in full view to those around him would be his charming smile and silver tongue. Yet behind this mask of the average discerning gentleman is a cold sadistic killer. When he is "working" he does not do so with a fiery passion, with a burning light in his eyes, although he use to in his early days. No he works methodically, with a calculated precision designed to make his patient suffer the most amount of pain and keep them alive for the longest amount of time. He also ventures into emotional torture, sometimes favouring this over physical, especially if they are someone he has grown particularly close to. Most of his ex-wives suffered this fate for example. There is only one person who is completely safe from his tendencies, and that is his 7 year old nephew, Olivius Constantine, whom he regards with a love and tender care that a father would hold their own child with. Perhaps he sees some of himself in Olivius, who has also taken on whatever deficient genes cause these tendencies. His cieling of his nursery room at home is hung throughout with the myriad cages of birds, all of which dead, having been "played" with and outlived their stay. The only other person Tiberius can truelly be said to love (even in its most twisted sense, and yes that does mean incest) is his younger sister, Sophia Malacanthia Blickwither. Whilst she herself is not immune to Tiberius "hobbies" she is safe from death. Indeed she herself often indulges Tiberius, even to the extent of enjoying her ordeals. For she was driven somewhat mad as a child by her brother's "experimenting" and eventually came to enjoy such things. Tiberius is quite proud of her in fact as one of his own born and bread creations, having created her a masochist through his endevours.
He is generally incredibly dominant over any women that he develops a personal or even vaguely intimate relationship with. Most of his previous wives spent most of their marriage confined to their quarters in the house. if they brought any servants with them Tiberius would have them sutbly and slowly removed one by one, as to be almost unnoticable. If his wife at the time ever got suspicious or curious it would only act as a catalyst to her impending doom and draw out her agonising torture. Often his internment of them, and subsequant psychological torture of them would result in them going mad and killing themselves, as a result he has only had a personal hand the demise of five of his eight previous wives. The ninth is a somewhat different story....
Tiberius spends most of his spare or leisure time pouring over ancient chinese texts related to health (ironically), acupuncture, pressure points and so on and so forth, as well as researching ancient and medieval methods of torture.
History: Coming soon.
-"The Family"
The Blickwither estate, shortly before it burned down in a mysterious accident.
Tiberius' father, Cornelius Ebenezer Blickwither, was a ghastly old man, a heavy one for ideals and tradition, steeped in his ways and heavy handed, bent and crooked, spending most if his days locked away in their massive library muttering to himself. He did not even make an appearence the birth of his son. He did not particularly care much for his immediate family, his marriage to Tiberius' mother was one of necessity, not emotional feelings. However many of the marraiges of the day were without love, for financial benefit or some other that would advance the involved parties in their social status or wealth.
The Melvyns were a wealthy industrial family from the upper echelons of the trading class, and their only daughter, Victoria, had already been married into nobility once. However the marriage had been childless, indeed some had said the husband had never even touched her, despite the affection he showed, and he eventually passed away anyway. The powers that be within the Melvyn clan deemed it appropriate that she should marry again into nobility, in order to maintain their ties with the aristocracy. The Blickwither estate was falling into disrepair and the family line was stale and drying up, so Cornelius distant cousin Gifford arranged the marriage, tying the Blickwithers with some money and the Melvyns up with their association into the aristocracy.
Victoria however was into her late twenties, and deemed past suitable child baring age. Nevertheless, and considoring Cornelius condition god only knows how, a child was concieved. Indeed 12 years later Victoria astonishingly concieved and delivered again.
-Childhood
Tiberius Blickwither came into the world at around ten past two on a sunny afternoon. Sorry, no pathetic phallacy here predicting his sadistic nature, no dark storms or pouring rain. The only thing slightly amiss was the complete absence of crying. Tiberius smiled contently at the wetnurse, wearing an expression that said, "Right, I took my time getting here, and im damned well going to take my time during my stay, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy myself." Occasionally he gurgled, but never once did he cry.
Thanks to his mother's family's money, the Blickwither's were returned somewhat to their fomer glory, and Tiberius grew up pampered and surrounded by maids and nurses, his mother looking on lovingly from afar.
It is a mystery then how he managed to find the solitude in which he began to conduct his first endevours into the world of pain and pleasure. One suspects perhaps he would run away from his maids (maybe loosing them in the hedge maze) in the vast grounds of the estate and so find the peace and quiet and time to himself where he would not be dissuaded by adults or other meddlers.
His younger sister was born in his sixth year, and as such attentions were directed away from him and more towards the new arrival. This was a mistake. Now Tiberius, the little terror that he was had near free reign over his experiments and activities. However, whilst he found the muscle spasms and fear-whited eyes of a pained animal somewhat enjoyable, he felt it ultimately lacked something... Perhaps it would be more interesting if the "patient" could speak back...?
And so eventually, in his 12th year he turned to the world of humans... over the next few years more and more staff went missing, starting off with the odd stable boy here or there. It started innocently enough at first, a request to come play in the grounds or help with some homework, and who as a servant could deny the young charming master? The bodies were rarely found, and if they were it was floating far enough downstream to remove suspicion from the estate. His mother was too caught up in her new little bundle of joy Sophia, and his father was too old and senile to notice the odd disappearences, merely noting that a position was absent, and arranged to have it filled or replaced.
It was also around this time, in the younger years of his puberty, that he started to discover and explore his sexuality (rather unfortunately for any nubile young maids or servants that happened to work at the estate, of which their were many of course). Some of the maids were easily coerced by his youthful vigour, handsome looks and silver tongue. But he sometimes came to find that willing participants were not what he was looking for. At which point he would often appear, a silhouett in the doorway of some far flung room where a maid was cleaning the floor. There was little they could do to resist the young master, as far as they were concerned his word was law. And inevitably, his "hobbies" and his ongoing voyage of sexual discovery eventually combined, at which point again, young maids or servants would often disappear from active service.
-Leaving Home
At the age of 19 (having ceased attempting to recall the extent of his body count long ago), now a most charming and elegant young man, well known about the local villages for his wit and generous disposition to help those around him, Young Master Blickwither took it upon himself that he wished to leave. Of course it was necessary to do so in style and with a bang as it were, after all what was life without style and pre-meditated murder/arson?
On one particularly sunny afternoon he ventured into his father's study (yes the old cook really had lasted that long) with a mind for murder, which he considered a perfectly suitable activity to immediately succeed afternoon tea. He found his uncle hunched over his massive oak desk, a normal position for him these days as he often slept like that. Much to Tiberius great disappointment however he found his uncle already dead. And cold. Seemed he'd been like this for at least two days, but seeing as hardly anyone checked on him or was allowed into the study nobody had noticed at all. Oh well... in order to attempt some satisfaction Tiberuis proceeded to stave the old man's head in with a nearby brass statuette. Feeling much better although still somewhat disappointed he then proceeded to change a few wills and documents to his own favour and having done so waltzed out of the library and off to find his sister.
The entire house burned down several hours later, and flamed it did right on into the night. Eventually when it died out they found the charred corpse of old Cornelius and several other corpses, which were so badly burned it was difficult to identify them. And so the entire family was considered perished, and the estate fell into disrepair.
-A Fine Young Man
Tiberius however was far from dead. He moved far away from his home county and to London, where he established himself and whilst nobody in particular was familiar with the Earl's of Blickwither this also meant they were not suspicious of previous events. His charm, handsome looks and silver tongue soon drew his peers in and gave him access to the higher circles of nobility.
He purchased a rather extensive town house, 118 All Saints Avenue, which he expanded upon even further, both back and to the side, adding a coach house entrence, a grand main entrance hall with wing stair cases... and a myriad of secret rooms and passages, including a fairly extensive cellar complex only accessible via a rotating wall at the back of an alcove in the small servicemen's passage that led off one side of the great hall to the coach house area.
The frontage of Number 118, All Saints Avenue, an elegant Georgian visage that would do well its job of hiding the terrors and insanity held deep within its bowels.
-Coming to Midian.
Origin of surname:
Blick, a colloquialised perversion of "bleak", as in dreary or gloomy, that slowly changed down the centuries.
Wither, a similar perversion of "weather" although it is also remeniscant of the "wither", as in something "was old and withered".
Age: 32
Species: Human (although given his tendencies this is questionable...)
Profile: Around 6ft in stature, of a broad-ish shoulder width and firm stance. Not muscly as such but upon seeing his body it is obvious he takes good care of himself. Of his face it is generally agreed he is a most handsome man, a pale pallour, icy blue eyes, a strong nose and firm jaw framed by dark locks of an irish origin and waves that ripple back across his scalp, to a length just passing his collar. His lips are thin and pale, yet the smile they often hold is more than enough to make even most respectable ladies swoon.
He wears the fashionable garb of his own time, that of the late 1700's dandy, although he takes on a much more suave and finer approach. His most notable aspect in terms of clothing would probably be his large high collared long black stage coach type coat.
Loose Visual Aids:
or:
www.ket.org/pressroom/2001/24/Gormenghast_1200.jpg
Weapons (Optional): His primary "weapon" as you might call it would be his walking cane, roughly about 3 and a half feet in length, made of ebony and topped with a simple yet elegant silver knob. However it contains within it a thin sliver of a sword, the blade jsut over 3ft in length. Graceful, elegant yet deadly, Tiberius is most apt at wielding it, drawing slashing and sheathing again in an instant.
He also carries about his person several vials of poison and incapacitants (chloroform or laudenum for example) as well as a brass knuckle duster and a small easily concielable knife.
He has a vast amount of horrific and excruciating "instruments" at home, but these are not so much weapons, but implements of torture to be used at one's leisure.
Magic (Optional):
Tiberius has no magic that he actively uses, however he is possessed of a degree of resistance to magic thanks to his cane, which can absorb/ deflect harmful energies directed at Tiberius, although it is by no means an impenatrable defence.
Personality: Charming, handsome, elegant, wealthy and in the prime marriage material. Generally a most suitable bachelor for many a lady of status. He is also a sado-masochistic multiple homicidal psychopath.
Of course, you rarely see this side of him until its too late. The charm and swoon factor of Mr Darcy meets the twisted blackness of Mr Hyde and Dorian Grey. His most well honed weapons that he bares in full view to those around him would be his charming smile and silver tongue. Yet behind this mask of the average discerning gentleman is a cold sadistic killer. When he is "working" he does not do so with a fiery passion, with a burning light in his eyes, although he use to in his early days. No he works methodically, with a calculated precision designed to make his patient suffer the most amount of pain and keep them alive for the longest amount of time. He also ventures into emotional torture, sometimes favouring this over physical, especially if they are someone he has grown particularly close to. Most of his ex-wives suffered this fate for example. There is only one person who is completely safe from his tendencies, and that is his 7 year old nephew, Olivius Constantine, whom he regards with a love and tender care that a father would hold their own child with. Perhaps he sees some of himself in Olivius, who has also taken on whatever deficient genes cause these tendencies. His cieling of his nursery room at home is hung throughout with the myriad cages of birds, all of which dead, having been "played" with and outlived their stay. The only other person Tiberius can truelly be said to love (even in its most twisted sense, and yes that does mean incest) is his younger sister, Sophia Malacanthia Blickwither. Whilst she herself is not immune to Tiberius "hobbies" she is safe from death. Indeed she herself often indulges Tiberius, even to the extent of enjoying her ordeals. For she was driven somewhat mad as a child by her brother's "experimenting" and eventually came to enjoy such things. Tiberius is quite proud of her in fact as one of his own born and bread creations, having created her a masochist through his endevours.
He is generally incredibly dominant over any women that he develops a personal or even vaguely intimate relationship with. Most of his previous wives spent most of their marriage confined to their quarters in the house. if they brought any servants with them Tiberius would have them sutbly and slowly removed one by one, as to be almost unnoticable. If his wife at the time ever got suspicious or curious it would only act as a catalyst to her impending doom and draw out her agonising torture. Often his internment of them, and subsequant psychological torture of them would result in them going mad and killing themselves, as a result he has only had a personal hand the demise of five of his eight previous wives. The ninth is a somewhat different story....
Tiberius spends most of his spare or leisure time pouring over ancient chinese texts related to health (ironically), acupuncture, pressure points and so on and so forth, as well as researching ancient and medieval methods of torture.
History: Coming soon.
-"The Family"
The Blickwither estate, shortly before it burned down in a mysterious accident.
Tiberius' father, Cornelius Ebenezer Blickwither, was a ghastly old man, a heavy one for ideals and tradition, steeped in his ways and heavy handed, bent and crooked, spending most if his days locked away in their massive library muttering to himself. He did not even make an appearence the birth of his son. He did not particularly care much for his immediate family, his marriage to Tiberius' mother was one of necessity, not emotional feelings. However many of the marraiges of the day were without love, for financial benefit or some other that would advance the involved parties in their social status or wealth.
The Melvyns were a wealthy industrial family from the upper echelons of the trading class, and their only daughter, Victoria, had already been married into nobility once. However the marriage had been childless, indeed some had said the husband had never even touched her, despite the affection he showed, and he eventually passed away anyway. The powers that be within the Melvyn clan deemed it appropriate that she should marry again into nobility, in order to maintain their ties with the aristocracy. The Blickwither estate was falling into disrepair and the family line was stale and drying up, so Cornelius distant cousin Gifford arranged the marriage, tying the Blickwithers with some money and the Melvyns up with their association into the aristocracy.
Victoria however was into her late twenties, and deemed past suitable child baring age. Nevertheless, and considoring Cornelius condition god only knows how, a child was concieved. Indeed 12 years later Victoria astonishingly concieved and delivered again.
-Childhood
Tiberius Blickwither came into the world at around ten past two on a sunny afternoon. Sorry, no pathetic phallacy here predicting his sadistic nature, no dark storms or pouring rain. The only thing slightly amiss was the complete absence of crying. Tiberius smiled contently at the wetnurse, wearing an expression that said, "Right, I took my time getting here, and im damned well going to take my time during my stay, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy myself." Occasionally he gurgled, but never once did he cry.
Thanks to his mother's family's money, the Blickwither's were returned somewhat to their fomer glory, and Tiberius grew up pampered and surrounded by maids and nurses, his mother looking on lovingly from afar.
It is a mystery then how he managed to find the solitude in which he began to conduct his first endevours into the world of pain and pleasure. One suspects perhaps he would run away from his maids (maybe loosing them in the hedge maze) in the vast grounds of the estate and so find the peace and quiet and time to himself where he would not be dissuaded by adults or other meddlers.
His younger sister was born in his sixth year, and as such attentions were directed away from him and more towards the new arrival. This was a mistake. Now Tiberius, the little terror that he was had near free reign over his experiments and activities. However, whilst he found the muscle spasms and fear-whited eyes of a pained animal somewhat enjoyable, he felt it ultimately lacked something... Perhaps it would be more interesting if the "patient" could speak back...?
And so eventually, in his 12th year he turned to the world of humans... over the next few years more and more staff went missing, starting off with the odd stable boy here or there. It started innocently enough at first, a request to come play in the grounds or help with some homework, and who as a servant could deny the young charming master? The bodies were rarely found, and if they were it was floating far enough downstream to remove suspicion from the estate. His mother was too caught up in her new little bundle of joy Sophia, and his father was too old and senile to notice the odd disappearences, merely noting that a position was absent, and arranged to have it filled or replaced.
It was also around this time, in the younger years of his puberty, that he started to discover and explore his sexuality (rather unfortunately for any nubile young maids or servants that happened to work at the estate, of which their were many of course). Some of the maids were easily coerced by his youthful vigour, handsome looks and silver tongue. But he sometimes came to find that willing participants were not what he was looking for. At which point he would often appear, a silhouett in the doorway of some far flung room where a maid was cleaning the floor. There was little they could do to resist the young master, as far as they were concerned his word was law. And inevitably, his "hobbies" and his ongoing voyage of sexual discovery eventually combined, at which point again, young maids or servants would often disappear from active service.
-Leaving Home
At the age of 19 (having ceased attempting to recall the extent of his body count long ago), now a most charming and elegant young man, well known about the local villages for his wit and generous disposition to help those around him, Young Master Blickwither took it upon himself that he wished to leave. Of course it was necessary to do so in style and with a bang as it were, after all what was life without style and pre-meditated murder/arson?
On one particularly sunny afternoon he ventured into his father's study (yes the old cook really had lasted that long) with a mind for murder, which he considered a perfectly suitable activity to immediately succeed afternoon tea. He found his uncle hunched over his massive oak desk, a normal position for him these days as he often slept like that. Much to Tiberius great disappointment however he found his uncle already dead. And cold. Seemed he'd been like this for at least two days, but seeing as hardly anyone checked on him or was allowed into the study nobody had noticed at all. Oh well... in order to attempt some satisfaction Tiberuis proceeded to stave the old man's head in with a nearby brass statuette. Feeling much better although still somewhat disappointed he then proceeded to change a few wills and documents to his own favour and having done so waltzed out of the library and off to find his sister.
The entire house burned down several hours later, and flamed it did right on into the night. Eventually when it died out they found the charred corpse of old Cornelius and several other corpses, which were so badly burned it was difficult to identify them. And so the entire family was considered perished, and the estate fell into disrepair.
-A Fine Young Man
Tiberius however was far from dead. He moved far away from his home county and to London, where he established himself and whilst nobody in particular was familiar with the Earl's of Blickwither this also meant they were not suspicious of previous events. His charm, handsome looks and silver tongue soon drew his peers in and gave him access to the higher circles of nobility.
He purchased a rather extensive town house, 118 All Saints Avenue, which he expanded upon even further, both back and to the side, adding a coach house entrence, a grand main entrance hall with wing stair cases... and a myriad of secret rooms and passages, including a fairly extensive cellar complex only accessible via a rotating wall at the back of an alcove in the small servicemen's passage that led off one side of the great hall to the coach house area.
The frontage of Number 118, All Saints Avenue, an elegant Georgian visage that would do well its job of hiding the terrors and insanity held deep within its bowels.
-Coming to Midian.