"I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself."
The Basics
Full Name
Caius Aurelius Obscurus
Nicknames and Aliases
Being named the Ancient Roman way certainly stand out in a crowd. Throughout his days, Caius has utilized many aliases. Most have faded into his memory. Nowadays, he uses the name "Caius Dubois".
Gender
Male
Age
2114, though he appears to be in his thirties
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian (Roman)
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Species
Vampire
Occupation
Doyen
What's on the Outside
Hair Color: His hair has always been a dark ebony color. In fact, he received his cognomen "Obscurus" for this reason.
Eye Color: Once, his eyes were almost black. Now, like every vampire, they change based upon how full he is.
Height: Roughly 6'3"
Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds, give or take. One tends to stop weighing themselves when they die.
Tattoos:The only tattoo he wears is the name of his passed wife, Lydia, on his right shoulder blade.
Piercings: He's never wanted to get a piercing.
Scars: Caius retained a few scars from battles as a young man. His largest one stretches around the back of his left calf. His only other noticeable marks are the bite marks he sports on his neck from his attacker.
Description: Caius stands tall and lanky. His dark hair hangs limply to his shoulders and comes in slightly wavy. He has sharp features and high cheekbones which make his cheeks appear slightly sunken. Despite his overall lack of weight, he in well-muscled. Caius's only really noticeable scar if the bite marks he received while still human. Though his flesh was once a lively, tan color, he suffers from a lack of color like most vampires. Usually, he allows faint stubble to grow in on his cheeks and chin. His fangs, had he not filed them down, would have been three inches at least. They made it difficult to feed, however, so he endured the pain and reduced their size.
Eye Color: Once, his eyes were almost black. Now, like every vampire, they change based upon how full he is.
Height: Roughly 6'3"
Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds, give or take. One tends to stop weighing themselves when they die.
Tattoos:The only tattoo he wears is the name of his passed wife, Lydia, on his right shoulder blade.
Piercings: He's never wanted to get a piercing.
Scars: Caius retained a few scars from battles as a young man. His largest one stretches around the back of his left calf. His only other noticeable marks are the bite marks he sports on his neck from his attacker.
Description: Caius stands tall and lanky. His dark hair hangs limply to his shoulders and comes in slightly wavy. He has sharp features and high cheekbones which make his cheeks appear slightly sunken. Despite his overall lack of weight, he in well-muscled. Caius's only really noticeable scar if the bite marks he received while still human. Though his flesh was once a lively, tan color, he suffers from a lack of color like most vampires. Usually, he allows faint stubble to grow in on his cheeks and chin. His fangs, had he not filed them down, would have been three inches at least. They made it difficult to feed, however, so he endured the pain and reduced their size.
What's on the Inside
Personality:
{Brooding, Conservative, Dramatic, Virtuosic}
An old spirit trapped in an immortal body, Caius Dubois is certainly a damned soul. When his wife still lived, she kept him in line and helped him stay in a more liberal mindset. With her death, however, he fell into a deep depression that is certainly not aided by his mood swings that come from being a creature of the night. He's begun to brood daily in her absence and has been known to shut himself away from the rest of the coven in a fit. It's childish, and he knows it, but he refuses to admit it aloud. His conservative outlook on the world has always been a part of him, but it was subdued by his more liberal wife. His conservatism comes from his childhood as the eldest son of a wealthy patrician in Ancient Rome where he didn't have to worry about the plebeians. Caius is stuck believing that humans are unworthy and rank below vampires, for humans are more wasteful and ungrateful (in his eyes). Really, he just blames them for his wife's death. Caius is known to be over dramatic at times when brooding. He'll brood for hours upon hours in loud voices. Yet, he has managed to retain some of his chivalrous charm from centuries ago. He carries an old-timey charm when not brooding, and he usually speaks without the use of contractions or in bizarre syntaxes since he originally had no use for syntax when he spoke Latin. One of his other few redeeming qualities is his virtuosic abilities. Caius has managed to master most, if not all, instruments. His rooms are filled with instruments and spare parts for all of them. His favorites are the guitar and piano. He's a broken spirit, really, for the only person he ever loved was stolen from him. Caius feels, of course, but he prevents himself from feeling too much or exposing himself least he loses another.
Hobbies:
- Plucking the strings of a guitar, beating out a rhythm on drums, or basically making music by any means
- Going out to clubs and bars and watching humans
- Reading and rereading books, especially classic literature, for those are the only books that seem to get history spot-on. He has no tolerance for modern day vampire romance novels.
- Brooding and criticizing humans
- Runs his tongue over his fangs (or where his fangs would be) when he thinks
- Slips into different accents while speaking
- Reminisces and thinks often about old companions or events he was a part of
- Finds it difficult to feel remorse for actions committed against a human
- Hastens past alley ways because he's afraid that, if a hurt human is there who is infected, he won't be able to stop himself from attacking and poisoning himself.
- Music. Any genre, minus extremely explicit or pointless rap.
- Solitude
- Alcohol, though he can't get drunk. Still, it tastes good.
- Driving aimlessly through the city
- Visiting museums
- The modern romanticism of vampirism
- Careless, ignorant human beings
- Being disagreed with
- Being called "old" or "close-minded"
- When history is inaccurately portrayed
What's Done Is Done
Biography
Place Of Origin: Rome, Roman Republic
Birth Date: November 14th, 100 BC
History
Two thousand years. Two thousand years of pain and suffering and living longer than anything he's known. Two thousand years. Caius was the eldest son of an eldest son, making him next in line for his father's land and wealth when his grandfather died at war. His father, being a patrician of the gens Aurelia was a wealthy man who expected great things of his son. Caius certainly did not disappoint. He was an extremely athletic child, so by the time he was eighteen, he enlisted as a soldier. The combination of political power and skill allowed the young man to climb the ranks swiftly. After ten years in the army, he left to learn the ways of a senator. During his learning, his father had him marry the daughter of a political adversary, hoping to secure the bond between their feuding families. The twenty-eight year old was reluctant, to say the least, for his wife did not care in the slightest for him. Nevertheless, he wed her at the command of his father.
For five years, they lived together in relative happiness. She bore him children and stayed out of his business. Caius's father passed, leaving the young Roman wealthy and in a high place in society. Life was blissful, to say the least. He was appointed to the Roman senate in 72 BC. Of course, it couldn't last. Walking home one night, he was pushed roughly into a wall. Though he fought back valiantly, Caius was no match for his attacker. She dug her teeth into his neck. As he lay on the cobblestone, bleeding, she looked down at the young man with pity. Before he blacked out, he felt a cold chill spread through his body. Then, there was darkness.
He awoke in his bed at home, feeling weak and cold. His wife stood by his bedside, brow furrowed, and brushed some hair from his forehead. The scent of blood, coming from a cut she'd received while sowing, overwhelmed him. Before Caius could react, he'd dried out the body of his wife. It was remarkably easy to pull off as an accident, but Caius was revolted by the experience. When he was not working, he was researching his condition. Unfortunately, there wasn't much literature on vampirism at the time. In fact, he'd later go on to write a few tomes on the condition. Life dragged on. Slowly, he began to realize he would never age. By 44 BC, when he helped murder Caesar, Caius realized he would need to disappear from the public, or risk being hunted. He left his two sons half of his estate and married his daughters off. With his remaining money, he purchased a farm and oversaw it. From here, he watched Rome conquer and plunder...and plummet. After its fall, he left Rome, sold his land, and moved with the Normans to what would inevitably become the next empire: England. Again, he set up a farm. Assited by the feudal system, it expanded and grew larger than most plots of land. Life grew mundane.
By then, he was a highly regarded member of England. In fact, he was the recipient of many titles. Though he was already over nine hundred years old, he still appeared young. When he was offered a bride by a fellow lord, he was reluctant, but as he got to know the woman, he warmed up to her. Her name was Lydia, and she was certainly one of the most beautiful women he'd met. On their wedding night, he announced in a hushed whisper that he was a vampire. Initially, she was revolted and terrified. For a while, she refused to speak to him, and she avoided him at all costs. Half a year into their marriage, she finally approached him with a single request. Lydia asked that he allow her to join him in his eternal damnation. He was conflicted, of course, for he had no want to inflict this punishment on another being. Nevertheless, he turned her that night.
Years flew by. The young couple stayed young forever and fed periodically off of the serfs who worked for them. In the dark castle he had built, they wandered around. At night, they raced through the surrounding woods and reveled in the moonlight. By the 1700s, however, life had grown mundane. Caius suggested, late one night, that they sell their belongings and move to the new colonies in America. Lydia eagerly agreed and, with the equivalent of millions of dollars, they boarded a ship and crossed over the Atlantic. Once there, Caius had a plantation commissioned in South Carolina. Though Lydia was extremely vocal about her hate for slavery, Caius had little problem with it. After all, serfs had been the norm for roughly five hundred years. When they Revolutionary War occurred, he stayed a Loyalist, but Lydia wished to leave their ties to England behind. After the Patriots won, he begrudgingly accepted the idea of a President.
As the 1800s began, Lydia threatened to leave him if he continued keeping slaves. So, reluctantly, he sold their property again and moved North to take part in the Industrial Revolution. They moved into a large home in New York and purchased a large clothing factory. It was here, in 1850, that he met a young Alastair Devlin. The Civil War initially angered Caius greatly, for he felt it imposed upon the inalienable rights. Throughout his life, servitude had never fazed him. When Alastair lost his family, Caius and Lydia took the man in as the child they had never been able to have.
With the discovery of steel and the early manufacturing of cars, Caius decided to pick up and move to Detroit where he could take part in some part of the Gilded Age. Instead of purchasing a corporation this time, Caius and Lydia bought a house and settled down. Other vampires flocked to Detroit with them. It was here that Caius formed the Detroit coven. Lydia was originally his Regent, and he made Alastair a Prelate. Again, life was relatively normal (how normal could a bloodsucking man be?) Slowly, as America grew more liberal, so did he. The revelry of the 1920s reminded him of his care-free racing through the woods in England. During the 20s, he came across a young, dying woman. In a way similar to the way the woman had saved him centuries ago, he bent down and gave Rory Beckman the gift of eternal life. When the Depression hit, he and Lydia were hardly affected, for they had never really trusted banks.
His life picked up again when, in the 60s, he embraced rock. Caius eagerly taught himself the ins and outs of the guitar. He grew his hair out and embraced the gritty sounds of modern music. He was neither for, nor against activity in Vietnam. He merely followed Lydia to anti-war rallies. In fact, she was the one who introduced him to the new music he so readily embraced.
The discovery of the AIDS virus took its toll not only on humans, but on vampires. Caius was certainly aware of the idea of blood poisoning. He had already consumed some blood during the Black Plague that nearly killed him. Lydia was too young to remember that. Carelessly, she fed on a woman she found walking down the alley. In the end, Lydia emptied the woman of her plasma. Everything afterwards happened too quickly. Before Caius knew it, Lydia was lying in her death bed, tears streaming down her face as she clutched his hand. With her dying breath, she made him promise that this wouldn't happen to another vampire.
He became far darker after her death. Caius blamed mankind for his wife's death. Where she had seen innocence, he saw corruption. Mankind were disgusting, horrific creatures. He thought back to his years as a slave holder. In a vote, blood slavery was approved and the industry within the American (and international) covens slowly took shape. Caius knew, however, that he would need to keep a tight leash on any potential blood slave of his. While out on the town at night, he met Annelise, and she shared her story with him. Seizing the opportunity, he told her his own story and took the lonely girl in. He believes existence is pointless now, yet he has done nothing to end it, showing he may still have some faith in humanity.
Happiest Memory: Marrying Lydia and living in England with her
Saddest Memory: Losing Lydia after she was poisoned
Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston
