|Name:||Commander Thorne Whittier|
|Website:||Sons of Cain|
-Full Name: Thorne Whittier
-PB: Trent Ford
-Character Age and DOB:11/06/1853
-Complete Character Description:
Thorne is 6'1", slender and boyishly handsome...in a wicked way. His chocolate brown hair is worn medium long and his bangs seem to perpetually be in his face. The vampire's eyes are dark sapphire blue and his facial expressions are many and extreme. Thorne likes variety in his clothing and at any given time, you could catch him in flannel and jeans or sports clothing or cutting edge fashionable suits.
Thorne is shameless and will do anything to get what he wants...no false pride with him. He's funny, sexy, playful, wicked, intimidating, lustful, obsessive and ambitious. To see all of these things, you have to know the Commander, because he can be a hard nut to crack. There are times when Thorne can be dark and brooding, obsessing on his childhood in an orphanage where he was horribly abused and molested or lost in the loathing of his abusive sire, Lucian.
Thorne Whittier was born in London during the Victorian period…the London of Charles Dickens, Sherlock Holmes, Jack the Ripper and Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde…the London of well born gentlemen wearing frock coats and top hats and involving themselves in ‘secret societies’…of well born ladies in high collared, large bustled gowns attending debutante balls…the London of British rule over India, the Bronte Sisters and Oliver Twist. Thorne was such an orphan as the fictional Oliver Twist; at five years of age, his mother, widowed and dying of cholera, left him at the local orphanage with a small amount of money and his name.
Life in the orphanage was cold, cruel and competitive. Thorne was abused by the workers and older boys and found comfort only in an older girl named Lucy. She protected him from the other children, though she herself was abused by the male staff.
When Thorne was thirteen years old, he ran away from the orphanage and lived on the streets, being taken in by a man called only Mr. Thatcher. Mr. Thatcher had a small band of boys that he taught to pick pockets and watch for homes that were to be unoccupied for a time. Young Thorne thoroughly enjoyed his life as a pickpocket and thought of the other young criminals as his family.
As he grew, Thorne became a tall, very handsome, young man. At eighteen years of age, he was 6’1”, slender and of impeccable posture; he looked quite dashing in a top hat and long, frock coat. It was at this time that Mr. Thatcher saw a new potential in him. The young man was given two nice suits, so he’d never have to show up in the same suit in the same circles…he was sent out to mingle in well born society and charm the ladies, young or old, out of their expensive jewelry. Sometimes the jewelry was given to him outright, but most often it was stolen after an intimate night of impropriety.
One fateful night, Thorne had followed an elegant foursome to their home, after a grand Yule Ball. He had seen them all imbibe quite a bit and he intended to pick their lock and hide in the shadows of their home until after they drifted in a drunken sleep. He couldn’t have known that they were well aware of his presence.
The young ‘gentleman thief’ waited outside until the lights in the ritzy town home were extinguished and then quietly, expertly entered. The front parlor was so richly appointed that Thorne danced a little jig at the wealth he was about to acquire. Looking about the room, the young man was startled to see the ladies’ jewelry had been carelessly piled in the hands of a painted wooden Indian. Ahhh how he loved the rich…so wealthy, so decadent, sooooo careless! Dancing over to scoop the jewels out of the statue’s hands, the young thief released a piteous yelp when the statue reached out to grab his wrists with those hands. Right before his eyes, the statue grew into the visage of a huge, manlike bat. This time, Thorne’s scream was full and terrified.
The shorter of the men and the two ladies entered the parlor as Thorne was screaming, as if they had been waiting to do so. The man, devilishly handsome and sporting a stylish goatee, chuckled, “Now, Valerian, you’re going to scare him to death before we’ve had our fun.”
Still holding Thorne’s wrists the man-bat shimmered and was replaced by the tall, attractive man who had, earlier, accompanied the other three. The tall man’s dark eyes looked the thief over lustily… "Can I have him, Lucian? He’s awfully pretty and probably quite tasty."
“Let’s each take a limb and pull and see who gets the larger quarter!”, the lovely blonde hissed, with an evil grin.
“Oh let him go”, the brown-haired beauty with the striking eyes sighed, “We’ve already gorged ourselves tonight and I daresay this one will not be going to the authorities.”
Twisting in Valerian’s grip, Thorne addressed the woman, “Th-th-thank you, Mi’lady! I assure you, I meant no 'arm!”
Seeing Lucian step forward, Valerian released his grip on the thief just before the shorter man struck him and sent him flying into a wall. The slender, young man cried out and crawled back across the floor with his forehead bleeding. “How dare you talk to my sister”, Lucian spat angrily, “Who gave you permission, human scum?”
“I’m sorry! Please!”, Thorne begged as he grabbed the hem of the woman’s gown and looked up at her imploringly.
A kick to the young man’s midsection had him slide back across the room upsetting a table holding a vase of flowers.
“Now you TOUCH her?!”, Lucian raged as he lifted the man by his neck.
Thorne began to cry in Lucian’s grip…”Mi’Lord, please spare me! I apologize for insinuating my most unworthy self into your lives…and if you do me the boon of granting me my loathsome life, I shall give you all of my jewels and be your servant forever. I’ll do anything!”
The ‘I’ll do anything’ had Valerian cocking an eyebrow, but Lucian, uncharacteristically, began to laugh… “What a spineless little cur, you are, human! The Ball this night, having put me in such good cheer, has proved to be your salvation.”
It was that night that Thorne’s new life began…as the childe of Lucian and the servant of the Sanguine.
Extended exposure to the sun, decapitation, fire, heart/brain trauma, lustful, obsessive, extreme fear of the Sanguine.
-Abilities Due to Species:
Supernatural strength, heightened senses and speed, quick healing, fangs, power of suggestion
-Talents and Hobbies: Pickpocketing, burglary, intimidation, quick wit, weapons master with his own specialized weapons, problem solver.
-Family and Friends: Mother (deceased)
-Sire: Lucian, The Sanguine Primus
-Lover: Christian James
-Childe: Christian James
-Hotel or Location of Character: Venetian.
-How long has your character been in Vegas (or the hills or the compound, etc): 7 years (followed the Sanguine)
-Job/Duty/Position: Commander of the Peace Keepers
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