#about roderick

[the-ventrue-futurist]

((Found some vintage pics of Roderick~

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Did your sire have permission to create you?

Of course he did. Did you think me a runt?

What do you think the Prince's opinion of you is?

She thinks I am a) a nuisance b) the only person eligible to be the next Prince c) the person who stood and fought the Kuei Jinn and the Anarchs when they simultaneously attacked and didn't run off d) a bastard who is willing to take out the city's leadership if his dignitas and his morals call for it

....did I mention that the Prince is a Toreador? Cause she is.

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What are your habitual feeding grounds?

My feeding grounds are very specific, unfortunately; because of my feeding restriction. However I've got a list of places to visit when I need a fix; some of them more high class, some of them as low class as they get. Which ones I am going to visit depends on my mood that night.

Is your favorite hunting ground used by others? Do you compete with others?

Sort of. Some of my preferred hunting grounds are being used by other kindred -mainly sirens and alleycats. However there is not much competition when it comes to victims; you see, my preferences are very specific.

Do you seduce your prey? Kidnap them? Assault them on the street? Do they come to you?

I compel my prey to follow me, I take them somewhere with a bit more privacy and I feed. Then I compel them to forget. Don't need any complicated games or rituals to get my fill.

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When did you first meet a vampire? Were you afraid? Disbelieving? Angry? What frightened you most?

It was when i was 29 years old and blind drunk. It had been around a year since my sister's murder and my father's death, and most of it I don't even remember because it was around the time when alcohol and heroin got a hold on me. But I do remember Genji. Kinda hard to forget about him when he saved my life, you see. I had pissed off the wrong people in the underworld; maybe unknowingly, maybe because i didn't care whether i lived or died, maybe because I was passively seeking death back then... I remember being cornered by a gang, being beaten down, and the only thing that I could think of was 'is this how i die, on a dirty street like a nameless junky?'

...And then he showed up.

God was he fast; that was my first observation. These people had guns, you see; and he dodged the bullets like nothing. He didn't even need a weapon to take them out. But that wasn't what captivated me. It was the way he moved; the grace, the certainty; like he wasn't afraid of death or harm; like he was seeking for it; and yet deemed the opponent too weak to honor them with the chance to kill him. I could tell, because I was like that too back then. I had never seen anyone like this however; imagine what impression it made for me to remember even after two bottles of whiskey. It wasn't just the fact that he was not human; it was the entirety of him that was a singularity. I had only read legends of the Samurai back then, and here i had one in the flesh in front of me; clothing, hairstyle, weapons and all. I remember thinking whether I had been hallucinating or whether these thugs had hit my head too hard for me to be seeing things.... The next thing I remember is waking up in a temple of sorts, and him telling me i had been unconscious for two days, that three of my ribs were broken, that I must've had a concussion and that he was surprized that I was still alive judging by the amount of alcohol in my blood when he found me.

He didn't make any effort to conceal his supernatural nature -in restrospect I don't think he would even if he had dominate powers, because he knew what I had seen and anything tantamount to lying would be below him... However, he never used the term 'vampire'; so I thought he must've been some kind of oriental spirit. I only found out the truth about him after my own embrace.

Do you have anyone to protect you during the day?

*smirk* Why don't you come and find out~

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Hands?

Now, that's an interesting one.

Roderick's hands are a world of contradictions. They may look lithe and delicate, but are actually strong and rough to the touch. This is not a blueblood who likes things being handed to him on a silver platter or expects others to do the heavy lifting for him; he's known to take on all of his haven upgrades himself, even if that means he's got to wield a hammer or a blowtorch; break down walls, make holes in the ceiling or orperate heavy equimpent. His hands may be strong but are also precise; a much needed skill in nanorobotics or microchip construction. Cuts, bruises and burns on his hands are all part of his night-to-night life, however his nails are always manicured and immaculate. Since he's using his hands for so many tasks he dislikes wearing rings, as they bother him when he's working; however he always wears a watch.

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💘What was his first ever romantic relationship like?

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My first romantic relationship? Ah, straight into the trauma we go, don't we.

Short answer, it was obligatory and chaste. It was the late 1910s and I was betrothed to this young lady named Elisabeth something, I don't even remember her last name now. It was neither my choice not hers; it was something our fathers had arranged for us because it was good for business. You see, her father had an oil and coal company, my father had an engineering company; they thought they'd ensure a partnership if they had us betrothed to one another. She'd avoid having suitors of a lower class pursue her and I'd avoid having 'sluts and golddiggers' (my father's own words) running after me. That is how it was done back then, and neither me nor her had the option to even argue.

The deal was simple. I should take her out on walks, have tea at the garden, go to the theater, even hold her hand in public. Of course, no kissing was allowed, and God Forbid, not even mention of sex; i had to take her father's permission to even go out with her. It was mostly putting on a show for the public eye. I do remember I liked her company, though. She was a very gentle soul and an aspiring writer. At some point she confessed to me that she preferred the company of women, and asked me if it would bother me that she didn't see me erotically. I laughed and told her that I prefer the company of noone at all, so she'd have no problems with me. From that moment and onward, whenever we walked together and a beautiful woman passed by us I'd squeeze her hand and she'd give me a small chuckle to notify me that yes, she noticed. Ah, those years of innocence....

Anyway, that went on for about five years. Then the Great Depression came, and we all went down.

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🍋: Roderick usually tries to preserve his dignity and as a result isn't very vocal. That is why he appreciates a vocal partner. He really likes it when he can hear how much his partner enjoys his ministrations, and the louder his partner expresses their pleasure the more enthusiastic he gets about pleasing them even more. On the subject of vocality, he also likes when his partner uses some light dirty talk -not too much though cause he gets embarassed and turned off as a result.

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🍋: Roderick's got a VERY ADDICTIVE personality and the one thing he is secretly afraid he'll get addicted to is the pleasure of receiving The Kiss. Knowing that he's at the complete mercy of another Kindred with all the dangers of them diablerizing him is the best kind of adrenaline for him. Just another Kindred's fangs grazing against his neck does things to him and is one of his biggest weaknesses.