Mystery Legend's Phantom (~FINISHED~)

[Erik Mortuis]

Erik Mortuis

"I will kill all who stands in our way"

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Player Name: Rose
Years Roleplaying: I started August 1st, 2011 :3 SO CLOSE TO A YEAR! ACK!
Gender: I AM A SHE!
Contact me: On facebook, under the name "Erik the Phantom"
Anything else?: I'm not an advanced RPer really, I still make a lot of mistakes xD but I'm going to try my best, hope I get better and...yeah...(oh and I love you, and your intestines beautiful random person!)

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Basic Information

[/b][/color] Named by a nun after St. Eric IX (the law giver), Erik possessed a first name, but not a last. Later in his life though (to sign documents and such) he'd given himself the surname Mortuis. His true last name is unknown to him.

Age: Born around the beginning of September Erik is around 180 years old, he is a ghost and died/looks to be around his mid-thirties.

Canon or OC?: Canon - Mystery Legends: Phantom of the Opera (2011) game[/size]
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Appearance

[/b][/color] 7 feet (give or take)

Body type: Hes lean, but not skinny, and is surprisingly well toned. Erik walks with inhuman grace that is akin to a stalking predator, the sound of his steps are practically nonexistent and whether that is for the reason of fact that he is now a ghost or not is quite debatable.

Eye color: His eyes are an ashen yellow, though they change with his mood (brighten to a light gold, or darken to a mix of orange). His eyes are very expressive and are most certainly a mirror to his soul, the sheer intensity behind them is a marvel in on itself. They glow with an eerie hue which can always be seen in dim, or nonexistent lighting. Erik's gaze, when uninterested and simply giving curt glances to his surroundings, lightly glides over people and objects, though that can change quickly to sharp and rapid movements when he feels unsettled or is unkeen to whatever position he is in.

Wardrobe: He wears a black sleeveless requolaire, it has a hood, is held together by one button at his neck, and goes down to mid-calf where the fabric is shredded. Beneath the cloak he wears a black coat which can look like a normal evening wear jacket, though there are buttons going up the collar so it folds over at his neck (which is how he usually wears it like, to cover up the scar around his neck). Under that he wears a plain, loosely fitted white button up shirt, then he also wears plain black dress pants. He wears black to blend in easier with the shadows, though if colors were needed in his attire (for whatever reason) he stays with the darker, deeper tones.
He wears a white full faced mask which has a golden imprinted design that are under his right eye, and gracefully boarders his left eye. Those same designs are on his coat (at the chest, shoulders, back, forearms , and wrists) and are also threaded as gold.
He doesn't exactly "dress down", and if so, its usually just him in that white button up shirt, and black dress pants (with his mask on, of course...that is when in public. When he's by himself, he could care less)

General Appearance: His skin and features belong to that of a deteriorating corpse, he also has no nose so (without his mask of course) his nasal cavity is fully exposed. Erik's eyes are deep set and sunken in, and his cheeks are also hallowed like. Small veins can be seen creeping up at the top of his skull, reaching towards his face like many dark vines. Though, his mouth is perhaps the only part of his face (if you over look his eyes that is) that isn't really deformed, his lips are thin and usually set in a straight line of a grimace at his constant displeasure of events that go on around him. He has multiple scares over his face, though the most prominent one is one that drags down at the left side from temple to cheek, many others are placed over his body, going around his neck, wrist, running down his arms and back.

His hair is thin and the darkest shade of brown, which can easily be mistaken for as black. He usually makes an attempts to push it back, though on occasion a few locks usually fall forward and find their way onto the forehead of his mask. He doesn't exactly care if his hair is behaving itself or not though, as long as the majority of it is back he doesn't exactly seem to care.

There are moments when he is actually a shadow. Unlike most tales of ghosts being transparent or flickering images of mist, Erik is darkness. Fading into shadows and emerging from them at will had become a well learned skill of his, though it isn't part of his appearance it wouldn't be surprising to see shades of mist-like clouds of black clinging to, or floating around, his form when he is angered or in one of his "unhinged" states. Being a ghost Erik is now, truly, darkness personify.

Played By: The Phantom, from the Mystery Legend's game
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Personality

[/b][/color] He is bent on revenge, full of anger, and hate, finding peace from his driving mind on occasions that are growing ever farther away from him as time slowly passes. He hadn't always been as that though, after his death, after Christine rejected him, his already unhinged mind began to dig deeper into himself to a point of where his very light, "his Christine" as he used to always say, was no longer there to help keep what sanity he had left. He has a high temper and a short fuse, Erik easily grows irritated with things in people and objects (even himself). He keeps to himself and seems like quite an obtuse, stuck up, bastard (for lack of better words). Though there are still moments of the past man he was when he was alive and actually possessed some morals and decency that shine through now and then, but those brief glimpses of the man he could have been (though it was only around Christine when he was actually generous, nearly tender, caring, ect.) stopped coming forth the day Christine left him and darkness filled the void she left in his soul.

He's a wild artist fueled with passion and desire to create beauty, his ardent emotions drive his spirit, inspiring him with thoughts that are on the boarder line of genius and maddening horrors. He is not one to be in control of his emotions, though he can if he pleases, if not at least keep it at bay. Erik secretly carries a load of sadness which drags down his mind at one moment before it gives into another or his anger flares and takes over, he's aware of his ever going mood swings, though he can hide it with ease if he wishes. He is quite a curious man and at very rare moments it even seems his child side hasn't completely left him, though what with his tendency to keep himself constantly shielded with a proverbial wall, its would take a bit of an effort to see that side of him (or someone could just randomly stumble upon him acting as such). Aside from those moment he is a very serious man.

He prefers his own company, most if not all the time. He can easily be called a spectator, what with watching things from a far, though he hardly intervines he's always doing things in the background. Erik is quite fond of alcohol, particularly absinthe, he'd dabbled with different smokes and drugs in his time though never aquired the taste enough to go on binges in times of an intoxicant, or stimulants need. He loves music, of course, he lives and breaths its flowing language with his heart. He's more of a hands on sort of man and takes whatever project he's doing quite seriously and prefers to do things himself, alone if possible. He's also quite fond of the dark, not only for reasons of him being stronger in it, but its unfeeling void brings a sort of comfort to him now, unlike himself when he was younger and afraid of it.

Dreams and Goals: Having given up on dreams after the incident of his death his only goal now is to take revenge on those who disobeyed him (namely, Christine), make Raoul suffer for "stealing" what he believes to be his, and becoming a human so he can once again be alive and free or perhaps even have the choice to die...also to get Christine back and force her to stay with him as punishment for her disobedience...and, though he always tells himself other wise on the fact that he doesn't need affection, get her to love him in return.

Strengths:
- very strong
- is a master of weaponry (knives, ropes, guns, hand-to-hand, etc)
- can control shadows and darkness at will...he can teleport with them though he has to know the place well, move objects with it, and basically turn into it, and disappear inside/come out of them (though that is linked with teleporting, though he can hide in it to conceal himself completely away and out of sight)
- Can't die (...or can he? *winky face*...anyhow, who can kill what's already dead?)
- Musically gifted (as all Eriks are :P) in nearly every aspect
- His voice
- Extremely agile and quick
- Is highly intelligent
- His self control (only at moments)
- Very determine
- "Stick-to-ittiveness"

Weaknesses:
- His own mind (when it comes to his unhinged emotions...he's full of controversies)
- His lack of self control (only at moments)
- Nearly has a split personality
- His tendencies to give into temptations
- Lack of ability to hold a promise
- compulsive liar
- Inability to trust anyone
- Is almost always suspicious
- His anger
- ...is quite insane
- Being, more or less, bi-polar
- Is excruciatingly stubborn
- Has virtually no morals
- His uncaringness of others
- Is conceited
- Is a sadist

Fears:
- Himself
- Forever being a ghost
- People seeing his face
- Christine rejecting him again
- Evelina rejecting him as her mother did
- (though he would never admit it...not even to himself) Never being loved in return
- For someone to get the better of him
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The Past

[/b][/color] Erik never knew his parent's surname, though his mother's first name was Maria, and his father's Richard. He pity's his mother, and wishes he met his father on better terms. Unlike his conflicted feelings for his mother (he still loves her, but won't let himself know that), Erik actually hates his father. He heard that his father died in war later on in his life, but had always been unaware of his mother's state of being after he left his life with the only family he'd ever known behind...of course he is aware of the fact that she is now more than likely dead though, but he had never been given the token of notioned inquiry on how her demise had been acquired.

Erik never really had any friends, most people he spoke to he had never exactly taken the time to figure out on a personal level, and he told no one a word of himself. Erik was far more of an open being when he was younger, he could have let people in then, but those years he spoke to virtually no one because of the predicaments he was constantly intertwined with. When Erik was older, he'd become too shut off to allow anyone to truly get to know him.

Of course Christine had a major impact on his life, though he was never quite sure if he could consider himself a friend of her, or something more (or perhaps even less, seeing as most everything between them hung on lies). But he saw her as something very meaningful to him before she left him and broke his heart.

History: Erik
Ages 1-9: He was born to a woman named Maria in a near by abbey. His mother was neglectful, and ignored him, though Erik adored her with all of his heart, he did as he was told, attempted to appease her, but it was never to any avail. Maria incessantly pushed education onto him as to keep him busy and away from her, and Erik, wanting to show off and show her how good of a boy he was (still trying to gain her acceptance) learned much of his studies and also the joys of music. His father, Richard, was never
around, he was off at war, but finally he returned...though when he realized Erik was his son he attacked him (which is the first time a hand is ever raised against him) and drove him out of the house threatening to kill him.
Ages 9-13: Frightened, Erik had run into a near by village where there was a carnival going on, being quite curious and having no where else to go he went to investigate. Though that carnival was one that belonged to a gypsy caravan that kidnapped children and turned them into child slaves. He was captured, as a number of children were, though when they found out about his deformity he became one of the acts. During his stay he was under the supervision of, Dimitri the animal keeper, who kept him in a cage with other multitudes of animals. There he was abused, beaten, starved, and mocked constantly. There sadness turned to anger, and then later hate which began to bloom within his soul of all the people who did wrong against him. He also began acting like a true animal, snarling, and growling at approaching people just to scare and chase them away so he could be alone and unharmed. When the first opportunity to escape came, he took it, though the cost had to be paid by his abusive owner, Dimitri's life.
Ages 13-21: For the first time he was free to go wherever he wished, do whatever he liked, he was alone and the path before him was of his choosing. Erik traveled across Europe, into the the Asian minor, down to the Southern countries learning new things of the different cultures and expanding his knowledge of architecture, art, science, people, religion, and music. All the while keeping away from people, living off of the things he stolen from the few beings he crossed paths with who tried to harm him, and money that he made himself from doing jobs on the side. In this era of his life he kept away from most everyone though watching them constantly, like a shadow, he secreted himself away out of everyone's sight. It was around this time that he seemed to of had accept what he was...though deep down he really didn't he just trick his mind into thinking that he was so his jealousy wouldn't get the better of him, though secret lusts to be as one of the "normal" creatures did drive him to become disgusted by most of all people...to see how easily the lived life without worries, throwing days away and not caring because they were all at bloody ease! Eventually he returned to Paris where he learned his father died at war, and as for his mother, he was unaware when it happened or if she still lived (he hoped so though, because even though he finally accepted that she didn't exactly love him and his feelings should reflect the same to hers, he still cared for her deep down) but she apparently re-married.
Ages 21-3?: He broke into the Paris Opera house before, and he did it again on multiple occasions, soon he began going down the cellars and explored those too, and with in a matter of time he started taking things down there and set up a sort of home, and before he knew it he was living beneath the opera. All the while throughout his little explorations while transporting things from one place to the other he would sometimes come across a person who he would scare away to keep himself and his doings hidden, and later when he'd finally settled in at his house which was 5 stories underground.
Time passed and finally there came a time when someone had captured his eye, her name was Christine. He'd stalked her, found out things of her, and later spoke to her, but not as himself of course, but as her angel. He'd become her angel of music, teaching her, training her, letting her know his music...his soul....Erik's obsession for her soon clouded his mind until it grew into a morbid driving force of love. He'd been driven mad with the thought of possessing her for himself, until the day finally came when he stole her down to his home on the lake. He'd let her go back and forth from the opera to his home as she pleased, of course, but Erik could sense that she was becoming more frightened and wary of him. Finally though the moment came when he'd begged for her hand in marriage, quoting that he could wait no longer and that it was either she accepted willingly, or he'd have to force her. She told him to wait a week, and he did. Though when the week came and he asked again he was too distracted and didn't know that she summoned Raoul (he was already aware of "the boy" and nearly hated him for "manipulating" Christine's mind to make her think Erik was a bad) to steal her away before hand...but he was too late so he'd followed them down to the cellar's staircase. Raoul had come up and hit him on the side of the face, making his mask fall and Christinte to see his face. Immedeantly though she'd run to Raoul and they'd began to escape. Taking that as her answer to his proposal Erik was instantly driven to the abyssmal void of sadness, dispare, at her act of rejection. His heart was crushed and nothing could be brought forth from him...except anger...it was then that it began to burn and rein torment from there forward. With sadness and fury rushing in his veins he acted out on impulse and before he was even sure if Christine had escaped the opera he'd lit barrels and sacks of gunpowder and burned it from cellar to roof which killed him in the process.
Ages 3?-18?: around 20 years pass of him and his nonexistance, but slowly he'd gained more power, soon he was no longer a shadow of memory, but an actual darkness. Eventually he and others were able to see his darkened form, then he'd gained more solidity with effort. Soon he was able to touch, feel...inflict...and that was when Christine came to his mind again. He'd found out she was still alive. Though he couldn't think of her the same, not as that same seraphic light she'd once been to him, no, this time her memory had come with loathing...hate. The only feelings he was able to feel were anger and distain for the one he once loved...but Erik still wished to possess her, because even if the surface feelings were of madness, down below, so far that he didn't even wish to serch for thoughts of sadness to return, he still loved Christine, quite dearly. When he was able to Erik goaded a small mailer boy to do his biding, he'd sent the child out to give a letter to Christine inviting her to return. Not knowing how much time had elapsed since she left he was unaware of the fact that his love possessed a child, Evelina. The messanger boy had given the message to the wrong person, because Evelina had recieved it aside from Christine. Through her touch he was able to conjour darkness once more and transport the Vicomtess' daughter to the opera house. From the first moment he knew that it wasn't his love, though the simillarites of them were uncanny his mind forced himself to believe it was actually her. Erik showed her he and Christine's past in attempt to evoke her spirit within her. He kept Evelina with him and never let her free.

RP Sample

“YOU DENY ME LOVE!? WELL I DENY YOU YOUR FREEDOM!” Erik recalled saying to the angel's fallen form as he stalked back and forth in frustration, waiting for her to get up or say something in return. He recalled his ashen gaze burning, as did the raging breath which emitted itself in a low growl, and not for a moment did he take his eye away from the delicate figure’s form. “Do you expect me to wait for so long, Christine!? There is only so much patience I can spare!”

“Give me your answer!” Erik remember demanding, before falling to the side of his love as he grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to turn towards him, “NOW!”

...he simply wanted her answer of his proposal, and once he thought of it, he knew that it would end badly, what with his words, and how he spoke them...but hell, who knew it would end like this?

Blood seeped down his face and dripped onto the floor in front of him, his hands were clenched into fists as his heart began to sink lower into that abysmal void of emptiness. As he listened to the escaping footsteps frantically echo away farther and farther from him, he could almost hear his own words burning with horrible recall as he spoke to Christine before this whole predicament happened.

‘I only ask you to love me Christine...love...is that so hard to give to your angel?’

His head was still pounding from the unexpected blow the de Chagny placed on the side of his head, the one that broke his mask and forced the angel to see his face...the face that made her run in fear from him...the face that made her scream for her life and shrink from Erik’s reaching hand when he attempted to calm his agitated nerves.

‘You can learn to love it here, with me, you can learn to love me too...My dove-- I don’t ask for much, and I swear to ask for no more than this...just stay with me...accept my proposal.’

He loved her! God, he loved her so much! And for her to just...leave him...like that...it...IT WAS MADDENING! Shrinking his hand away from the broken mask which lay in front of him he stayed down on his knees, sitting on the ground, slumped over like a pathetic creature he was. Erik’s breath trembled and he closed his eyes, slowly he wiped the blood away from his face again which seemed to flow so freely as it continued to drip its way down his malformed flesh, onto his clothes, onto the floor, onto his mask.

He could still hear them, their steps, her sobs, they were still escaping, and he couldn’t help but take this as her objection to him asking for her hand. Oh Christine...she was his dear, sweet Christine...she was his angel, and he was hers...his heart burned and ached as it never had before at the very thought of her seraphic features, so gentle and kind, looking upon him when she actually thought he was a heavenly being...before she knew the true him...

She left him...for that damned Chagny! She left him for the boy, after all Erik's done for her. After all that time, all the words, all the promises and she was now leaving him...just like that?!

He looked up...Erik could see them, Christine and the Chagny. They still couldn’t find their way up the stairs properly, pity for them. He clenched his teeth as he saw her...then suddenly his own words which he'd spoken days before echoed in his mind.

‘...You deny me you love, then I will deny you your freedom...’

A fire was set off within his soul as he thought of those 7 words-

‘Deny me love. I deny you freedom.’

Slowly he got to his feet, suddenly almost seeming zombified in his as a sated feeling began to bloom within his being, his voice was but a whisper yet it echoed within that stoned stair room, floating around him like a lingering shadow reminding him and reassuring the reality of such sentiments, “You deny me, Christine...then I deny you also...”

Erik exhaled a low huff, and somehow a smile was found upon his face. He shook his head and began to laugh before he shouted out, the pain from before stripped from his tone, and being replaced with absolute fury, “You deny me, Christine?! HUH?! YOU DENY ME AND EXPECT NO CONSEQUENCES!?”

Swooping down he snatched up the broken mask and placed it onto his face once again. He stormed across the room ready to go up those damned stairs to chase after the two lovers. Moving around the simple obstacles in his way and flipping over a couple of objects now and then out of frustration his blood pounded furiously as his temper hit a boiling point.

“YOU FOOLISH, CHILD!” he roared whilst starting his heated ascent of the stairs. Shattering glass could be heard slicing through the air as Erik hit each lantern, which clung onto the sides of the wall and lit the dark room, making them fall, break. The atmosphere became coated ever deeper into that uncanny darkness more and more, just as Erik’s mind did.

...but then...as he snatched another lantern to throw down just as the others, he stopped dead in his tracks. A demented glare began to burned in his gaze as a smile, which truly could only belong to a demon, stretch across his mouth beneath that expressionless mask as he clutched into that lantern

“YOU BETTER RUN FASTER!” he shouted as he looked up, watching as Christine and Raoul continued to pathetically scurry their way away from him. Erik began to make his way back down the short distance he made on the stairs.

“FASTER!” he bellowed again in a near taunting voice once he was down and going his way across the room, “OR IT IS DEATH TO YOU BOTH!”

Erik rage boiled, no words could describe his fury, he wanted them dead. Both of them! She rejected him!? Well if she did so, he wouldn’t allow her to be with anyone else! With the lantern as his only source of light the phantom strode through the corridors and down the steps, his own shadow loomed behind him, following him as did his anger. His sadness from before was still prominent, very prominent, though he wouldn’t let himself know of it. As his heart burned it also broke, shattering into pieces as the rolling image of Christine running away from him played in his mind over and over.

Flinging a door open he finally stopped and stared inside. His glowing eyes lingered over the many barrels and sacks. Gunpowder. Instantly he started kicking the barrels onto their sides, letting them topple over each other and spill out until he was satisfied with the disastrous mess. Erik’s breath came out in heated breaths and his eyes eventually found their ways to the flame that flickered behind the glass.

...oh Christine...did she not know what she could do to him? What she’s done to him with such denial? It was then that his unhinged emotions finally began to untwine themselves from each other and the sadness crept in once more. With a soft sigh Erik longed for her once more, one more time...then he let anger settle in again and take over before he slammed the lantern to the ground. Instantly everything was aflame as the room exploded and the opera house was burned from cellar to roof.

...he never did find out if she escaped or not...not at that time, at least...

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[izzi]

Oh my god, accepted accepted ACCEPTED! He and my Charles need to plot immediately--Charles is also a Mystery Legends character and he and character are pretty much the exact same character, just one isn't deformed. Charles also puts puzzle locks all over the doors, so maybe Erik could solve one and Charles is like "DUDE >8I"

UHSKFJSDFHJ I'M SO EXCITED

Oh, and he and Charles were voiced by the same guy in the games!