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Created on 2008-03-29 18:37:13 (#15261315), last updated 2008-04-12

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Name:	Constantine Voland
Birthdate:	1953

Bio

Name: Constantine "Hades" Voland
Fandom: Hercules
Age: 55
Current Residence: Winhill
Occupation: Owner of Lunatic Pandora by day, resident drug overlord by night.

Personality: Charming and devious, Constantine loves making deals right, left and center. He pays very little attention to rules, preferring to make up his own whenever he feels like it. Constantine, however, looks on life with a positive attitude, constantly cheerful, peppering his words with the occasional dark humour.

A witty and fast talker, he often lures people into a sense of security, and later turns around and stabs them in the back. He cares very little for the feelings of others, preferring to see them as a means to an end. In this vein, he deceives and gets along with everyone, pretending to profess an interest in cigars and martinis only just to impress the others with his (apparent) fine selection of tastes. No one, save for a select few, know about his drug business.

With the smug self-sufficiency that he holds, he has an incredibly short and violent temper when things don't go as planned for him. His delusions of grandeur causes him to be exceedingly arrogant about his abilities, not helped by the fact that he has continuously escaped the authorities for so long.

Biography: Constantine does not remember much of his origins, save for the fact that he was deposited in an orphanage for as long as he could remember. He does not know that, once upon a time, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, growing up in the beautiful district of Winhill. He does not remember the fire he started that gutted his home and killed his family, or that his fascination of fire stemmed from that very evening.

He hated the orphanage. It was dull and drab, nothing that spurred his excitement. He spent more and more time wandering around the Elephant Graveyard, mingling with undesirable company. He loved the constant need to stay on his toes to keep himself alive in those circumstances, and his ability to sweet talk people into deals stemmed from this era. He would convince a baker to part with a loaf of bread for nothing, or a cobbler to fix his shoes at a quarter of his usual rate.

He survived, but he did not thrive. With nothing to his name save for the fact that he was very well liked by the community, Constantine then turned to the drug trade at the age of fourteen, first working as a peddler boy who sold them to addicts on the street (or to unsuspecting customers). He never inhaled those ridiculous substances himself; he loved himself too much to cut his own life short. He did, however, marvel at the power these drugs had control over their lives. He wanted that power, that dependency, all to himself.

And so, for the next decade, he built himself a drug empire, right under the noses of the authorities. He bought a few houses in the Narshe Zozo Slums, and used them to crank out drugs by a few poor fellows who didn't know what they were going into. He bought off Lunatic Pandora, disguising himself as a good natured businessman, and often used the night club itself to peddle off his drugs. He bought a glamorous house in Winhill, and unbeknown to him, it was the very same spot where his parents' house burned down. He splurges his money on the most impulsive things, or mingling with the upper class professing an interest in art or champagne or whatever the newest fad was for these people, but he never truly enjoyed it.

Only those who knew what he did called him "Hades", the man who shepherds the masses to their death. Constantine never shunned from the name, soaking up his now immortal status. He loved the slums and his drug business, and that was the only thing that would ever matter to him.

((OOC: For those seeking to plot with Hades, please bear in mind that his drug business is secret; very few people know what he does, and those people who know have a purpose. Please contact me first if you wish for your character to be in the know, and not assume a history.))