Lestat was born in France whereupon he killed wolves and was generally rambunctious and rebellious and flopped around in bed SCANDALIZED by how HORRIBLE his fathers and brothers were to him. So, he goes to paris, falls in love with a boy named Nicholas, gets harassed (read: changed) by some clammy old man named Mangus who then burns himself to death and leaves all his earthly posessions to the now vampire Tattums.
Lestat is pissed. It's a shitty castle full of useless crap. So, he goes to get his ailing mother, changes her-- she then turns around, cuts off her hair, puts on boy clothes and runs away, ABADONING HIM, DO YOU HEAR ME GABRIELLE?
So, he finds Nikki and is like sup dude I still like your ween wassaaap and Nicholas, in a frenzy of violin playing, is like okay I guess you can change me or something so he does but then Nikki kind of goes crazy but it's okay because he plays music and is pretty to look at; Lestat pretty much uses him as a door stop or a paper weight, you know, sort of useful things.
He then unearths this coven where all these satan worshiping vampires are going around kidnapping little boys and killing them and what have you and lestat is like I DONT KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE BUT IT SMELLS BAD AND I DONT LIKE IT so he set it on fire; Armand is in there and manages to get out and they have a few fisticuffs before he gives Armand the Theatre des Vampires. It's essentially a theater where vampires pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires.
Oh yeah, he was in an acting troupe for a while and fell in love with everyone ever and never shuts up about how much that AFFECTED HIS GREASY LITTLE SOUL.
Moving on; 'Stat trolls his way to America and goes to Louisiana. There he comes upon a suicidal socialite whom he promptly kidnaps, seduces, and changes into a vampire. Louis hasn't stopped whining since.
Cue a good few decades passing, Louis is still crying over his lost mortality and refusing to drink from anything but rats (Lestat is disappoint) so he finds him one night, after a fit of lunacy, DRINKING FROM A GD CHILD and Louis realizes what he's done, runs away; lestat is like HMMMMMM. So he kidnaps the kid and changes her and is like THIS IS OUR CHILD, YOU KILLED HER, I BROUGHT HER BACK TO LIFE, YOU LOVE ME RIGHT, THIS IS GOOD?
Louis is disappoint. But he loves Claudia and they are a family. Claudia, however, realizes when she's like 60 and still hasn't grown tits that this shit sucks and uses her skank powers to turn Louis against Lestat whereupon they BURN DOWN HIS BEAUTIFUL ABODE (no more candles, Louis), slit his throat, throw him in a swamp and go back to Paris.
Lestat is pissed. :| He floats around and gets chewed on and then wrastles some crocodiles and manages to drink their blood for enough days to super saiyajin his way out of the swamp. He calls his brosef in Paris and is like ARMAND HALP and Armand is like :> only if you don't hurt me for cutting off Nikki's hands. Lestat SCREAMS FOREVER but is like okay because Claudia is a whore.
So, Louis and Claudia go to paris, yeah, and they end up going to the Theatre des Vampires where Armand seduces the fuck out of Louis (hussies) and kills Claudia (hi-five!) and her new hussy mother andddd then Louis and Armand bugger off together for a while.
Zoom into the future; at this point, Akasha (the original Vampire to start it all) as woken her skank ass up because Lestat was staying with Marius (Her keeper, roman pedophile, lock up your kids) and went and played some violin for her idek, anyway she wakes up and was like lestat you're a rockstar and he's like ikr and they skip off into the sunset together where she blows people up with her mind and he just kind of latches on like a leech. This gives him super awesome ancient vampire powers and pretty much assures him he's one of the strongest vampires around. He decides to just become a rockstar. Cue much singing terrible songs and driving harleys around and looking badass.
Akasha dies in her own book so she's pretty fucking lame but now Lestat can like, kill people with his mind or something. He still just parties. Louis returns at some point and just stares at stuff, Lestat pines and gives him attention but he just starts whining again and it's just like 1809 again.
Uh, there's also the thing with David Talbot where he became human for a while. He forgot how to pee so he ended up peeing on the ceiling. And he accidentally raped a girl (sex is boring). Andddd he got a dog named mojo. :> Louis burned down ANOTHER house, David got an impeccably hot body out of it and thats as far as I'm going. Fuck you, Memnoch. FUCK YOU MONA.
Personality: Oh god, eccentric (He says once he can stare at a carpet's pattern in a hotel for HOURS and just laugh), sexual (even though he's incapable of getting it up), loud, invasive, SO NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT, egotistical, murderous, ambitious, RETARDED. He'll seriously do anything he thinks up no matter how stupid it is. He's essentially your worst nightmare.
Other: He can set things on fire with his mind. He can spiritually project his soul out of his body idek I will never have him do this believe me He can fly :|;;; His nails are shiny and sharp; the shiny isn't fanon it really does describe their fingernails as looking like glass
Alsooo, i will be using Tom Cruise's portrayal of him as my icons until I can FIND A BETTER PB :|
also:
Additional Links:Wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lestat) My history is more accurate. :|
First Person (entry type): An introduction? Is it really necessary at this point? For those of you who live under rocks, I am Lestat de Lioncourt, seventh and youngest son of the Marquis de Auvergne. I have been a hunter, provider, actor, lover, murderer, saint, devil and everything else you can imagine. Most importantly, I am a vampire; insinuate that I sparkle and we will have stern words.
There are plenty of novels and databases dedicated to me, and in any case, I'm more interested in knowing you. Sort of. Last time you all just droned on about how vile I was, but you probably missed me. For those of you who I haven't met, introduce yourself-- Actually, if we have met, introduce yourself anyway, I won't remember you otherwise.
Oh! And, if my lurking is correct, that little imp is still here too. Amadeo, you lush! Having a party without me, for shame! You didn't even call, I am offended and you shall have to make it up to me somehow.
Third Person: They brought him here, these cruel angels he made with his own blood. He brought them together and together they destroyed him. They killed him—was this really his death? This creature gurgling and frothing, swallowing him whole? He mind pleaded, No, it can’t be like this but his body thought very differently. He could feel nothing in his limbs, and the wound that nearly reached bone was gaping and gurgling as the swamp water filled it, his lungs, suffocating what air he had no need to breathe in the first place.
This was death.
And to think, he always figured if he was to die, it was to be a grand event with a coffin lined with gold and velvet and vampires that had come to know him over the years would gather and mourn him, their blood-stained cheeks would be proudly bared in his honor—they would feast and share stories of his adventures, as few as they were now. How unfair. How cruel this universe, this god that would damn him to an animal’s death, tossed in the swamp to be forgotten and eaten away at by the lowliest of all God’s creatures. What a great and merciful God he was, stripping away every opportunity, every chance for retribution he ever reached for and now… now this. This was rock bottom. This was the lowest he could go, lifeless, at the bottom of some infested swamp. This God was not his God.
The most the blonde could manage to do was roll his eyes in every direction, but the water was too murky, even for his preternatural vision. A shadow of a creature passing overhead would taunt him, it’s heartbeat locked within it’s leathery skin a challenge to every fiber of his being. It pounded in his head, teasing him, steady in rhythm and dotted among other heartbeats that would rise and fall as the days came.
And for days, all he could think about were his reapers. Louis… his beloved Louis and their shared daughter, Claudia. Beautiful, tiny Claudia who was supposed to fix things. She was a beacon of love, for him and Louis. She was supposed to make Louis love him more but nothing went as he planned. Lestat smoldered at the thought of what he had done for them. The gifts he had bought them, the places he had shown them; he had even been so generous as to put a roof over their heads, give them a city with ample feeding and above all he had loved them, unconditionally. Lestat was well aware his outlook on life and death were not typical, but Lestat knew what it was to love and as selfish as he knew himself to be, in this one pursuit—if only this one pursuit—he was utterly selfless. His life, and this made his soul ache to the very core of his being, was for them. How fitting they should take it.
As more days passed, he regained some feeling in his hands, able to move his fingers and toes. As weeks passed, he had surfaced like some wretched nightmare, nothing of the former valor and beauty he had before. He had nearly lost all hope, thought to float in this swamp until whatever God it was that had damned him to this life would finally end this torture and take it, when he managed his first kill since his ‘death.’ It was a small alligator with skin that was thick and hard to pierce and Lestat was astounded with the strength he showed wrestling the creature, using his sharp, glass-like nails to rip and tear at it’s scaly flesh until hope! Blood, rich and thick and the most delicious of any he had remembered in centuries and he left not a drop in the creature, letting it’s vile essence fill his veins.
More days passed like this, waiting and ambushing swamp animals and as strength began to return to him, so did his mind. He had died in that swamp, however long ago it was now. He had been savagely murdered by the two things he loved more than anything on this earth; more than himself. Perhaps the God he cursed every hour, minute, second of his torturous life in the swamp had graced him with this—a rebirth. Oh, and papa wasn’t happy.
He managed to gather enough strength to return himself to the rue, bewitching a human to help him which was probably the hardest task since he left the swamp. He did not look as he had before. Weeks and weeks in the dirty water had made his skin a sicklier shade of white than it usually did with bulging blue veins that covered nearly every inch of him and he was horrified at the grotesque nature of his image. But this was a stepping stone, he was concerned with getting his affairs in order and of all the phone calls he made, the first was to a dear, old friend. After all, Lestat was not stupid. He was well aware where a creature of habit goes, and a creature of habit returns to whence it came and the creature of habit he had in mind was, beyond a reasonable doubt, in Paris.
Armand was not willing, either. Lestat, in a fit of self-proclaimed lunacy practically begged on knee for Armand to help him; he was not strong enough, he had been wronged, Armand knew the rules. They were not allowed to kill each other. Claudia had broken many rules. She herself was a broken rule and above all the she-devil would pay for taking him away; Lestat's most prized possession and he was no more than that. A stolen thing. A poor misguided puppy, deluded with treats and attention— Louis… Louis could be forgiven. He had not held the knife, he had not commanded Claudia to slice his master’s throat. Louis was a poor, pitiful tool. Beautiful, broken, desperate. Lestat understood this, or so he thought and make him suffer in the same way he had. He would watch the thing he held most dear taken away by a foreign devil. He would watch as Claudia met her demise before his eyes.
This was the perfect plan. Like God was merciful to him, he would appear merciful to Louis. He was removing the one thing that stood between his love and him. This reborn Lestat, birthed from the murky bowels of the swamp Louis and Claudia damned him to, he would show them. He’d show them and they’d love him. They’d finally fucking love him.
(third person sample taken from an old Polychromatic app I wrote in 07 :|;;)
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2/?
History: Cooler than Twilights .
Lestat was born in France whereupon he killed wolves and was generally rambunctious and rebellious and flopped around in bed SCANDALIZED by how HORRIBLE his fathers and brothers were to him. So, he goes to paris, falls in love with a boy named Nicholas, gets harassed (read: changed) by some clammy old man named Mangus who then burns himself to death and leaves all his earthly posessions to the now vampire Tattums.
Lestat is pissed. It's a shitty castle full of useless crap. So, he goes to get his ailing mother, changes her-- she then turns around, cuts off her hair, puts on boy clothes and runs away, ABADONING HIM, DO YOU HEAR ME GABRIELLE?
So, he finds Nikki and is like sup dude I still like your ween wassaaap and Nicholas, in a frenzy of violin playing, is like okay I guess you can change me or something so he does but then Nikki kind of goes crazy but it's okay because he plays music and is pretty to look at; Lestat pretty much uses him as a door stop or a paper weight, you know, sort of useful things.
He then unearths this coven where all these satan worshiping vampires are going around kidnapping little boys and killing them and what have you and lestat is like I DONT KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE BUT IT SMELLS BAD AND I DONT LIKE IT so he set it on fire; Armand is in there and manages to get out and they have a few fisticuffs before he gives Armand the Theatre des Vampires. It's essentially a theater where vampires pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires.
Oh yeah, he was in an acting troupe for a while and fell in love with everyone ever and never shuts up about how much that AFFECTED HIS GREASY LITTLE SOUL.
Moving on; 'Stat trolls his way to America and goes to Louisiana. There he comes upon a suicidal socialite whom he promptly kidnaps, seduces, and changes into a vampire. Louis hasn't stopped whining since.
Cue a good few decades passing, Louis is still crying over his lost mortality and refusing to drink from anything but rats (Lestat is disappoint) so he finds him one night, after a fit of lunacy, DRINKING FROM A GD CHILD and Louis realizes what he's done, runs away; lestat is like HMMMMMM. So he kidnaps the kid and changes her and is like THIS IS OUR CHILD, YOU KILLED HER, I BROUGHT HER BACK TO LIFE, YOU LOVE ME RIGHT, THIS IS GOOD?
Louis is disappoint. But he loves Claudia and they are a family. Claudia, however, realizes when she's like 60 and still hasn't grown tits that this shit sucks and uses her skank powers to turn Louis against Lestat whereupon they BURN DOWN HIS BEAUTIFUL ABODE (no more candles, Louis), slit his throat, throw him in a swamp and go back to Paris.
Lestat is pissed. :| He floats around and gets chewed on and then wrastles some crocodiles and manages to drink their blood for enough days to super saiyajin his way out of the swamp. He calls his brosef in Paris and is like ARMAND HALP and Armand is like :> only if you don't hurt me for cutting off Nikki's hands. Lestat SCREAMS FOREVER but is like okay because Claudia is a whore.
So, Louis and Claudia go to paris, yeah, and they end up going to the Theatre des Vampires where Armand seduces the fuck out of Louis (hussies) and kills Claudia (hi-five!) and her new hussy mother andddd then Louis and Armand bugger off together for a while.
3/?
Akasha dies in her own book so she's pretty fucking lame but now Lestat can like, kill people with his mind or something. He still just parties. Louis returns at some point and just stares at stuff, Lestat pines and gives him attention but he just starts whining again and it's just like 1809 again.
Uh, there's also the thing with David Talbot where he became human for a while. He forgot how to pee so he ended up peeing on the ceiling. And he accidentally raped a girl (sex is boring). Andddd he got a dog named mojo. :> Louis burned down ANOTHER house, David got an impeccably hot body out of it and thats as far as I'm going. Fuck you, Memnoch. FUCK YOU MONA.
Personality: Oh god, eccentric (He says once he can stare at a carpet's pattern in a hotel for HOURS and just laugh), sexual (even though he's incapable of getting it up), loud, invasive, SO NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT, egotistical, murderous, ambitious, RETARDED. He'll seriously do anything he thinks up no matter how stupid it is. He's essentially your worst nightmare.
Other: He can set things on fire with his mind.
He can spiritually project his soul out of his body idek I will never have him do this believe me
He can fly :|;;;
His nails are shiny and sharp; the shiny isn't fanon it really does describe their fingernails as looking like glass
Alsooo, i will be using Tom Cruise's portrayal of him as my icons until I can FIND A BETTER PB :|
also:
Additional Links: Wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lestat) My history is more accurate. :|
4/?
There are plenty of novels and databases dedicated to me, and in any case, I'm more interested in knowing you. Sort of. Last time you all just droned on about how vile I was, but you probably missed me. For those of you who I haven't met, introduce yourself-- Actually, if we have met, introduce yourself anyway, I won't remember you otherwise.
Oh! And, if my lurking is correct, that little imp is still here too. Amadeo, you lush! Having a party without me, for shame! You didn't even call, I am offended and you shall have to make it up to me somehow.
Third Person: They brought him here, these cruel angels he made with his own blood. He brought them together and together they destroyed him. They killed him—was this really his death? This creature gurgling and frothing, swallowing him whole? He mind pleaded, No, it can’t be like this but his body thought very differently. He could feel nothing in his limbs, and the wound that nearly reached bone was gaping and gurgling as the swamp water filled it, his lungs, suffocating what air he had no need to breathe in the first place.
This was death.
And to think, he always figured if he was to die, it was to be a grand event with a coffin lined with gold and velvet and vampires that had come to know him over the years would gather and mourn him, their blood-stained cheeks would be proudly bared in his honor—they would feast and share stories of his adventures, as few as they were now. How unfair. How cruel this universe, this god that would damn him to an animal’s death, tossed in the swamp to be forgotten and eaten away at by the lowliest of all God’s creatures. What a great and merciful God he was, stripping away every opportunity, every chance for retribution he ever reached for and now… now this. This was rock bottom. This was the lowest he could go, lifeless, at the bottom of some infested swamp. This God was not his God.
The most the blonde could manage to do was roll his eyes in every direction, but the water was too murky, even for his preternatural vision. A shadow of a creature passing overhead would taunt him, it’s heartbeat locked within it’s leathery skin a challenge to every fiber of his being. It pounded in his head, teasing him, steady in rhythm and dotted among other heartbeats that would rise and fall as the days came.
And for days, all he could think about were his reapers. Louis… his beloved Louis and their shared daughter, Claudia. Beautiful, tiny Claudia who was supposed to fix things. She was a beacon of love, for him and Louis. She was supposed to make Louis love him more but nothing went as he planned. Lestat smoldered at the thought of what he had done for them. The gifts he had bought them, the places he had shown them; he had even been so generous as to put a roof over their heads, give them a city with ample feeding and above all he had loved them, unconditionally. Lestat was well aware his outlook on life and death were not typical, but Lestat knew what it was to love and as selfish as he knew himself to be, in this one pursuit—if only this one pursuit—he was utterly selfless. His life, and this made his soul ache to the very core of his being, was for them. How fitting they should take it.
5/5
More days passed like this, waiting and ambushing swamp animals and as strength began to return to him, so did his mind. He had died in that swamp, however long ago it was now. He had been savagely murdered by the two things he loved more than anything on this earth; more than himself. Perhaps the God he cursed every hour, minute, second of his torturous life in the swamp had graced him with this—a rebirth. Oh, and papa wasn’t happy.
He managed to gather enough strength to return himself to the rue, bewitching a human to help him which was probably the hardest task since he left the swamp. He did not look as he had before. Weeks and weeks in the dirty water had made his skin a sicklier shade of white than it usually did with bulging blue veins that covered nearly every inch of him and he was horrified at the grotesque nature of his image. But this was a stepping stone, he was concerned with getting his affairs in order and of all the phone calls he made, the first was to a dear, old friend. After all, Lestat was not stupid. He was well aware where a creature of habit goes, and a creature of habit returns to whence it came and the creature of habit he had in mind was, beyond a reasonable doubt, in Paris.
Armand was not willing, either. Lestat, in a fit of self-proclaimed lunacy practically begged on knee for Armand to help him; he was not strong enough, he had been wronged, Armand knew the rules. They were not allowed to kill each other. Claudia had broken many rules. She herself was a broken rule and above all the she-devil would pay for taking him away; Lestat's most prized possession and he was no more than that. A stolen thing. A poor misguided puppy, deluded with treats and attention— Louis… Louis could be forgiven. He had not held the knife, he had not commanded Claudia to slice his master’s throat. Louis was a poor, pitiful tool. Beautiful, broken, desperate. Lestat understood this, or so he thought and make him suffer in the same way he had. He would watch the thing he held most dear taken away by a foreign devil. He would watch as Claudia met her demise before his eyes.
This was the perfect plan. Like God was merciful to him, he would appear merciful to Louis. He was removing the one thing that stood between his love and him. This reborn Lestat, birthed from the murky bowels of the swamp Louis and Claudia damned him to, he would show them. He’d show them and they’d love him. They’d finally fucking love him.
(third person sample taken from an old Polychromatic app I wrote in 07 :|;;)
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