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Adrien de Moulins

The Mirror of Life

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Birthdate:Apr 8
Location:Florida, United States of America
Adrien de Moulins
At a Glance:

Name: Adrien de Moulins
Alias: Adrien Molyneux
DOB: December 21, 1537
Age: 476
Place of Birth: Moulins, France
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Lean
Alignment: Evil
PB: Kiefer Sutherland
The shadow self

A dark heart
At a Glance:

Species: Vampire
Fandom: Original Character
Role Plays: Original Sin, Six Word Stories

Occupation: Security Consultant
Member of the Order of the Ruby Serpent

Hobbies: Theater, religion, occult
Languages: French, English, Italian

Location: Tampa, Florida

Sometimes the mirror reflects the darkness inside...
I was born in darkness...

I was born in darkness. There was no light, no promise of forgiveness. Not for any of us. We'd long since abandoned the light, turned our backs on God. Order of the Ruby Serpent, we were called by the Church. Those whose sin was so great that our very blood was cursed by God. We aged but we didn't die. Our bodies withered away, until we were nothing but mummies, and still our blood carried God's wrath. We were hollow wraiths, haunting the darkness, plaguing the nightmares of men. And our curse was spread to our children. And to those we merely touched with our blood.

We were witches and warlocks, sorcerers and enchanters before the curse. We were cursed for consorting with demons. For collecting knowledge not meant for mere men. Forbidden rituals and magic. This knowledge became a balm for our curse. We were always hungry but couldn't eat. Always thirsty, but water was as poison on our lips. The sun was a malevolent force, burning us like the dry tinder our bones and skin became. We were weak, dependent on our servants for our very survival. Then we developed a treatment.

That was four hundred years before my birth. We still had our souls, then. Still had hope of forgiveness. A divine joke, forgiveness. God will leave a man in darkness and agony and dangle that Heavenly Light just out of reach. We chose to remain in the darkness. We chose damnation, for us, our children, and our children's children. We made a deal with a demon. We gave up our souls, that last bit that made us human, in exchange for a way to sate our hunger and our thirst, and the strength and longevity to inflict our revenge upon the Almighty.

We became vampires. The undead. Not truly living and yet not truly dead. Mirrors do not show our faces. We're already a dark reflection of our humanity. There is nothing for the mirror to show. Stakes don't kill us. They do worse. They immobilize us. They undo our careful magic. We lay in the dark, mummified and hollow as before, in an agony of hunger and thirst, for all eternity. For our sins, the sun remains our mortal enemy, even more baleful than it was before. So much as a stray ray of light will cause us to burst into flames like a torch. Fire is even more potent. We readily burn, like we've been dipped in oil. Food is still ash in our mouths. Water is as poison. Crosses burn us. Ironically, holy ground attracts us like moths to a flame. Not a week goes by that I don't visit a cathedral nearby.

We only ever hunted by night, taking the human blood that we needed by force, if necessary. Though we soon learned that it didn't always require violence. Not when so many yearned for our embrace. Yearned for our knowledge and the kiss of our fangs. Others didn't, and we required an invitation to enter their homes. Our blood was still virulent, through birth and through infection, and so our ranks grew. And as more and more joined us, so too did our power grow.

Other times the mirror is empty, and the darkness has already consumed the soul.
...I like it, like an old friend.

I was born in the town of Moulins, France in 1537. My family was powerful, lords of the Chateau de Moulins and heirs to knowledge that made us respected and feared. My father, Vicomte Auguste Benoît de Moulins, was an advisor to the king himself for thirty years before the mob came for us. My mother was Anne-Marie Victoire de Moulins. She was never one of us. My father was careful. Not for her sake, but for me and my siblings. My father wanted strong heirs, borne of a woman who did not have to worry about the health of her baby, for our kind do not give birth easily. My brothers Jean-Paul and André, and my sisters Élise and Colette were all born before my mother died. My younger sister Colette also died. While we're young, we're still vulnerable.

We survived in Moulins for another twenty-five years after that. Then the rebels came. They were enemies of the king, and they knew we were different. They knew the stories about us, the horror attributed to our castle and our name. The demons we were rumored to command. We were witches, in their minds. My father lost his head to a knight's sword. My brothers were both captured and put in the dungeon to await the fire. My sister was safely married abroad, and so was safe. Me, I ran. I escaped. But not before enacting one spell, one to preserve the castle and everything in it. Not a spark would light on the castle grounds. Not a candle. Not so much as an oil-soaked torch. Nothing. My brothers were burned in the middle of the town square, but our castle was safe. Everyone barred entry by the Church, at least until the rebels were put down and I was able to return.

Of course, it didn't last, and I've had to move to and from Moulins many times since then. With the French Revolution, I lost my title and very nearly my head. I retained control of the castle. With enough money, one can control much, even one's ancestral home in the midst of a crisis. With the modern era, I've begun to travel more widely. Searching for knowledge, for power. For something to sate my hungers. It's remarkably easy, living in the modern world. I'm enjoying every minute of it.
"In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti"
Detailed History~Vampires: Their Strengths and Weaknesses~The Order of the Red Serpent

The Rest of the de Moulins Household
Trevor Morrison:
Date of Birth: April 14, 1972
Age: 42
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Reddish-brown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Occupation: Teacher, Social Studies, Tampa Catholic High School
Species: Human

Nicolae Molyneux:
Date of Birth: February 9, 1999
Age: 15
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 151 lbs
Occupation: High school student, Tampa Catholic High School
Species: Vampire (immature)

Marie Molyneux:
Date of Birth: June 2, 2006
Age: 8
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 4'1"
Weight: 57 lbs
Occupation: Elementary School Student
Species: Vampire (immature)

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AIM: adriengriffon

Header from the movie The Confession starring Kiefer Sutherland
Journal Stylesheet by refuted
Top Profile Code by broseidon
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All Customization by demoulins based on the Expresso At Midnight LJ style

Mun and Muse Adrien de Moulins are both over 18

Muse Nicolae Molyneux is 15 and Muse Marie Molyneux is 8.
Neither are played in communities where they'd be inappropriate.

Adrien's PB is Kiefer Sutherland.
Trevor's PB is James Murray.
Nicolae's PB is Alexander Ludwig.
Marie's PB is Caitlin Carmichael.
Mun and journal are not affiliated with any of these actors.

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