KETEUS, laertes iros

[Laertes Iros Keteus]

I go by (kerro - you know me, fool) and my time zone is (wide awake). I found this site by (we've had a non-sexual relationship for a while but now I need the sexualness more than ever, mmmmkay). You can contact me (via a smartass response).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Laertes Iros Keteus.

AGE:

69 / 26.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Bisexual.

SPECIES:

Vampire.

NATIONALITY:

Native American, Greek, French (American).

OCCUPATION:

Video & Web Designer.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Eyes as cold as ice. Eyes as blue as the chilled depths of the ocean. His eyes are captivating, and yet deadly. If looks could kill then one look from him would be seriously deadly. Those icy blue colored eyes of his are rimmed by a darker shade of icy blue. His eyes are large and expressive, framed by long lashes. It's hard to not fall victim to his beautiful, cold, eyes. The male has dirty brown colored hair that's kept short for the most part, and is normally gelled and spiked in appearance though sometimes his hair is messy in appearance. He has a strong jawline, and his body is well built with muscle. Laertes has sun kissed colored skin, even due to the lack of sunlight in his life. So at least he doesn't look deathly pale. Laertes is rather tall in height, being around the height of 6'5" -he towers over most of the other males being as the tallest an average male gets is around 6'0.

CELEB CLAIM:

BUTLER, nils.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

You can't help but to be drawn to Laertes. The male has a dark aura that surrounds him; it's one that literally screams out danger. It's hard to stay away from danger. Danger is something that draws people in. Though sometimes danger also keeps people at bay, where they should remain. However there is also something quite thrilling about danger. Dangerous the male is, especially given the simple fact that he's a vampire. Though not all vampires necessarily have a dark aura surrounding them that screams out danger and the simple fact that one should stay away. Laertes is good at manipulating people to believe what it is that he wants them to believe. The male is a fluid liar, though it comes from years of practice. He can look you flat in the face and weave up a story out of nowhere and have you feeling sorry for him if he so wished it. As a result of his many years of lying, the male tends to have a very accurate memory. The male's brain is more or less a filing cabinet. He'll file your face, your name, and the things that only he wants you to know in that file within his brain. His memory is eerily downright creepy to say the least. The only thing the male doesn't seem to lie about is whether or not he will kill you, and how he's going to kill you. Though there are times where he does lie, because everyone changes their mind about something at one point or another. But for the most part when it comes to your death you can guarantee at the very least that you will end up dead. You just won't be certain on how you're going to end up dead until... well, the last minute really. Laertes is very opinionated, and quite stuck in his ways. His opinions are anything but easily swayed. The male sticks to his guns in the end of it all. The male could care less if you were right and that his opinion on something ended up wrong. You certainly won't be hearing that you were right from his lips. Laertes Iros has a strong dislike of being wrong, but really who likes being wrong? Nobody. At least nobody in their right mind.

Laertes is very quick witted, always having something to say. You can be assured that the young male will find some way to offend you, either with his actions or with his words. Sometimes the male even manages to offend those which he hadn't even meant to offend in the first place. He just has an offensive personality. For all he knows his very presence is offending to another. The young male never knows what is going to offend someone, and in all honesty one way or another Laer will end up offending you in some fashion by the end of the day. Though the male could really care less what your problem with him is if you so happen to have one. He's not one to brood over or be bothered by other's issues concerning him, or whatever they may be concerning. Worrying about someone else's issues and problems is something that he considers to be beneath him. And, really, it's not like he's a therapist for others to flock to. Chances are if you were to attempt to try to talk to him about something he found of disinterest it's going to go in one ear and out the other. He'll even rightly admit to the fact that he didn't bother listening to one word. So despite his lies, at least you also get some sort of honesty out of the male. Laer dictates what he's honest about which is very few things. If you ask him a straightforward question there is a fifty-fifty chance of you getting an answer of honesty. However, if the question has nothing to do with his past then you're pretty much guaranteed an answer of honesty. If you have sensitive feelings it's best not to ask him stupid questions such as the following: 'Does this dress make me look fat?' That would be a stupid question, because Laer isn't going to be the guy that lies and says, 'No darling, it makes you look delicious.' Even though by default the male is very much a liar. Getting the truth out of Laer is not an easy task. In order to know the truth, the whole and nothing but, you would have to be someone that the male holds in some high regard. Which is few and very far between, mind you.

The young male isn't one to trust just anyone. Laer is extremely guarded and refuses to let anyone get close to him. He figures so long as he doesn't let anyone close to him then he won't end up getting back-stabbed by the end of the day. It takes a lot for Laertes to let you in. However he never truly really lets anyone get that close to him. He always has some protection against someone. Trust takes a long time to build. A mortal would be long dead before they even began to earn trust from Laer. That's just an idea of how long you'd have to slave along before gaining any amount of trust from Laer. The male is rather paranoid thinking that the world is pretty much out to get him; he's always plotting out what to do next in certain scenarios. The male is always one step ahead of everyone it seems. Because he thinks that everyone is out to kill him the male has already figured out a way through various scenarios on how he's going to strike back and kill you. You could even be someone that the male happens to trust. Laer believes that even those that are trusted will eventually turn on you in the end of it all if something more promising comes along -or say an offer you couldn't refuse that had to deal with his going away. It's rare to see Laertes fully relaxed around someone. The male is always waiting for an attack to be made, and is almost constantly on edge. If you happen to be someone that the male does find himself relaxing around then you can feel free to count your lucky stars. It means that the male has let you dig deep into his barrier and get close to him in a way that very few have ever gotten the chance to do so.

LIKES:

Foreplay; Flirting; Sex; Women; Cats; Nights; Rain; Video Games; Strip Clubs; Alcohol; Blood; Toying with people; Killing.

DISLIKES:

Not getting his way; Losing; People sneaking up on him; Complainers; Sunlight; The smell of garlic (but enjoys eating garlic bread with his lasagna);Dogs; Black coffee; Goody-two-shoes; Children.

SECRETS:

He's a vampire; The fact that he's 69 years old.

FEARS:

Happening to somehow come across his family; Death; Becoming mortal again.

DREAMS:

To live life with a peace of mind.

STRENGTHS:

Enhanced senses; Enhanced strength; Enhanced speed; Enhanced stamina; Manipulative; Very charming; Frozen in time.

WEAKNESSES:

Holy water; Sunlight; Religious grounds; Sex (can't say no); Distant; Paranoid.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Born into the world in Dallas, Texas, on September 2, 1945; the child was born on the day in which World War II officially ended. Unbeknownst to him, the child was born a hybrid of a gifted and a human; the child ended up having enhanced abilities. Everything was enhanced. Stamina. Hearing. Strength. Agility. Though the male was never aware of being apart of the supernatural world; all the young male knew at such a young age was that he was different. All the child knew was that compared to everyone else that he was the outcast. It was clear from such a young age that he didn't belong. He wasn't normal, by any means. His father being of the gifted variety, and his mother being of the human variety. However the child did not grow up in the presence of his biological father. The child's mother, Izabel Walker had been promised to marry another. However the promise had been made during which time she had been head over heels in love with the child's father, Gaspard Keteus. The ironic thing about her being promised to marry another was that she had been promised to Gaspard's half brother, Gerard Keteus. How she ended up becoming betrothed to another had to do with her father Vincent Walker, and his problem of gambling. Seeing as the Keteus family and the Walker family had been neighbors for quite some time, the three adults (Gaspard, Gerard, and Izabel) had grown up together more or less. Gregory, the biological father of Gerard and step-father of Gaspard, knew that Gerard had always had an eye for Izabel -and who wouldn't? She was strikingly beautiful. Gerard was jealous of the close relationship between her and his half-brother, and so to settle Izabel's father's gambling debt, they came to an agreement that Izabel would wed Gerard. So, that's exactly what ended up happening. Perfectly timed, it seemed, around nine months after the couple were wed was when Izabel's first child came into the world; she had a love for her Greek background, and so the female ended up naming the child Laertes Iros Keteus. Only Izabel was aware that the child was Gaspards and not her husband's child, though she never did say a word. She felt that her husband didn't need to know that 'their' first child was a product of her and his half-brother.

Laertes was the oldest of a complete total of three children. A year after Laertes was born into the world, the second child of Izabel entered the world. In truth it was Gerard's first child, and it was a daughter. They named the child Isolde. The couple had decided to have their children each a year apart to make their lives easier, though their third and last child was born two years after the birth of Isolde. The last child that they ended up having together was yet another girl; the couple named the child Crisa. Life was normal, or as normal as life could get when you're forced into a marriage by your father's gambling debt. It wasn't what one would call a happy marriage. There was a lot of blow outs between Izabel and Gerard. Of course Gerard had wanted another son, not two daughters. It was the core of his anger, although Gerard did adore his daughters. He felt that they should have another boy, for what would happen to the family name if something ended up happening to their only son? Needless to say his concern happened to be male backup. Of course, his father had also been pressuring Gerard for another son. The pressure transferred from Gerard onto Izabel. Apparently it was her fault that they only had one son. Not only that but something was medically wrong with Izabel. She couldn't seem to get pregnant; she had become an infertile mess. There was an almost daily dose of yelling; however the couple had given off quite the facade for their first four years of marriage before things really began to crumble. Izabel had half a mind to tell Gerard that their only son wasn't his, but really his brother's child. The cap finally snapped off the bottle, so to speak. Gerard had grown frustrated, wanting to have five children. Hopefully the last two children would both be boys which would have gotten his father off his back. However that wasn't about to happen unless he had an affair. That or divorced Izabel. The past handful or so of years, the woman had been feeling weak. She knew her time was coming to an end, and knew it more so when she could no longer bear children -though Gerard didn't seem to be paying attention to his wife as she withered away. She gave no indication that she was ill either, keeping up a strong front. When Laertes was around the age of seven, his mother finally spilled the beans.

Izabel told Gerard that he wasn't the father of Laertes; though, Gerard had a feeling about that from the beginning, and one of the many reasons as to why he was so obsessed with Izabel producing a second son. Which she never did. When she told Gerard that he wasn't the father, the male went and grabbed Laertes. The boy received his first beating of many. Izabel died the next day, after having spilled the beans about Laertes to Gerard. Gaspard did not find out about his son until years later. Laertes was around the age of fifteen when Gaspard finally found out the truth. The two half brothers had been out drinking when Gerard revealed the truth about Laertes, saying that Laer wasn't his son and how Izabel had lied to him all those years before her death. Which she had died peacefully in her sleep. Gaspard had an inkling that Laertes was his son, but never acted on it because Izabel had never said anything of it to him nor had she indicated that her first child was indeed his to begin with. Soon after the drunken admittance, Laer went to go live with Gaspard. He was rather tired of the daily beatings that Gerard rained down upon him, though at least Gerard had the courtesy to beat Laer out of view from his younger two sisters. Gaspard decided that Laer should go to live with him so he could at least get to know his son. To which Gaspard's wife, Rena, agreed. The two had two children of their own, a son three years younger than Laertes named Lysander and a daughter who was five years younger than Laertes who was named Morgana. So, Laertes went and lived with his biological father. Gaspard and Laer hit it off pretty well, given the fact that for the last eight years or so Gerard had taken a sport of beating Laertes on a daily basis. Finally, Laer could relax. Just a little bit. Life was better after the move in with Gaspard. Though the male often did miss his younger sisters. However he had no intention of going back. Though it wasn't like he was that far away from his siblings either; he was only a good half hour away. So it wasn't as if he would never see them again.

Life went on as it should. Everything was rather normal. Though things had begun to get a little too silent around the area for the male's liking. Laertes began doing odd jobs around the town; he had the intention of traveling the world. The male wanted to see it all. The male had heavily debated whether or not to join the service, deciding in the end to enlist in the services along with his best friend at that time, Angelo, who was only four months older than Laertes. The two enlisted into the military, in 1963, and soon left to fight the war with other American comrades over in Vietnam. The war had began when Laertes had turned the age of ten, and the boy had always wondered idly what war would be like. He finally found out that it wasn't as brilliant as the tales told to him made it out to be. He found that out firsthand. However, the male stuck to his guns and stuck out the war until his time was up, so to speak. Both had signed for a total of eight years each for the war, thinking there was nothing really better to do. Neither were really afraid to die. The two finally came home for good around the age of twenty-six years old, in the year 1971 -four years before the Vietnam war would end. Though with his Native American and Greek genetics, Laertes wasn't one to ever look his exact actual age. He always looked a good few years younger than he was actually. Angelos on the other hand happened to look more weathered when they got back from Vietnam. Shortly after getting back from war, Laer came across a beautiful female. Flirting with her was possibly the worst idea that the male ever had, and it ended up being life changing in the end of it all. Who knew a little harmless flirting could lead to a near death experience? Needless to say that night changed his life entirely. The female thought of killing him but for whatever reason she changed her mind at the last minute, deciding to make him her minion. It took him a while to get used to things; he was in a whole new world, one that he had never thought to exist. There was a whole new world out there. He never did get the name of his female sire; all he knew her by was Marie, which wasn't her first name. Or at least Laertes got the sense that it wasn't her first name, and it wouldn't be someone's last name either. At least not in his view.

The couple traveled together for a few years, at least; possibly two years at the maximum, so he could at least learn a few things from her. Learn he did; the sun was no longer an option for him. He would have to live a life in the darkness which didn't appeal very much to him. Not only that but he wasn't allowed to return to his family. Instead however he ended up writing him that he had taken a ranch job in Montana, that he loved them all and he'd see them all again soon. He kept his family updated on the things he did and where he was, however he heeded his maker's words and stayed far away from them. Gerard died due to a massive heart attack; Gaspard ended up dying more or less of heartbreak shortly after his wife, Rena, died. Wrong time, wrong place scenario. She ended up being shot. Laertes never did see them again. It's unbeknownst what happened of his three sisters and one brother. Eventually the male started killing off people for pay; people paid him well. The male was a hired assassin up until around 1987 when he decided to go to college for a degree in business. Eventually the male graduated, taking the nightly courses; the male became the manager of a string of strip clubs throughout Florida, where he had decided to travel to after graduating for business in Wyoming. The male made good money, though he eventually got bored and yearned to learn something else. The male ended up doing radio broadcasting, thinking it would be something of interest to him. He didn't even know why he even bothered with radio broadcasting; oh, yes, an acquaintance of his had hooked him up with a job since he had tired of managing the strip club joints. It was around the year 2000 Laertes decided to go to college again. This time he went for game design. After graduating from college for game design, the male decided it was time for a change.

Laertes had heard about a place called Essex, New Jersey, and how it was more or less a sanctuary in some way or another for other supernaturals. So around the year of 2010 the male finally moved to Essex, New Jersey. And here he's been ever since.

FAMILY LIFE:

Izabel Walker-Keteus | Mother | Dead.
Gaspard Keteus | Father | Dead.

Vincent Walker | Grandfather | Dead.
Gregory Keteus | Grandfather | Dead.

Gerard Keteus | Step-father - Uncle | Dead.
Rina Hockin-Keteus | Step-mother | Dead.

Isolde Keteus | Half-sister | 1 year younger than Laertes | Izabel x Gerard | Unknown.
Crisa Keteus | Half-sister | 3 years younger than Laertes | Izabel x Gerard | Unknown.

Lysander Keteus | Half-brother | 3 years younger than Laertes | Rina x Gaspard | Unknown.
Morgana Keteus | Half-sister | 5 years younger than Laertes | Rina x Gaspard | Unknown.

Marie - knew her just by Marie | Maker | Unknown.

OTHER:

He falsified documents as needed during his life as an immortal, so to speak.

Omnilingual: Having the ability to speak, or to understand, all languages.

Compulsion: ability to hypnotize someone to do something that he wants done, or used to make them think a certain way.


Fire manipulation: self explanatory. can create fire, and extinguish, even burn others by touch.

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