Race: Kazuth Vampire Apparent Age: 15 Age: 689 Gender: Male
Death and Rebirth
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The boys huddled in the ruins of the dying empire, conscripts, all of them. There was a certain cheerfulness in the quiet autumn morning, one of the older fellows had found a bottle of wine, passing it back and around the group The Volkssturm, peoples militia, raised by the King. Most were not men, majority below sixteen. They converged on the capital to weather the monumental task of resisting the invading horde, the savages which sought to overrun their beautiful country.
The great howl of a warhorn shook through the morning dawn, the boys shivered. There was a flash of fire as siege engines pushed their payloads into contact, the splinter of stone whistling by them in the courtyard. There was a great cry as the Old Guard rushed passed them towards the fighting, urging the boys on. Lysander picked up his spear, staggering after them nervously, his tail wrapped round his leg.
The fighting was in the streets, bloody brawls between the rough plainsmen and the guard. Arrows flew, sentries cried out orders as new enemies approach. The bearskin of the Old Guard was in time made black with thick blood, its men falling down underneath the weight of arms and fury. The boys died too, standing by the old men and thrusting their spears.
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Lysander's eyes flashed o'er the dripping water of dawn. The flash of steel made its way towards his vision, comrades left slain. A shift of his spear pushed into a parry, made its way towards the fray. The scream cut through harder then the blade, into his arm was the life drain. Shaking and shivering, death began to grip the boy, he murmured a prayer that Saints may yet save the day.
Onwards and o'er he pushed, loosing essence. No easy task for a boy, friends and foes alike about him. And in these moments he fought with esteem, taking foe with blade. But life does ebb, not all swords fit and trim. Broken steel, bane of kings, left him laying in the ashen glade.
In the morning hours a man approach Full of mourning, lacking ill reproach. A moment of silence ensued, And from his own essence he drew. Immortalized as a hero Rewarded in just nights glow.
Character Traits
Ancient Being close on seven hundred years, Lysander has accumulated the wisdom of many times a regular human. Weather he chooses to make ample use of his faculties is another matter. In the very least, he has an impressive volume of fiddle songs and poems from which to recite, and is able to recount queer stories of battles lost and won. Erratic His behaviour can seem inconsistent and without basis in habit or pattern. This is not necessarily true, although the boy's passions have the ability to overcome him inconveniently, a flaw which has resulted in more than one close call. Eccentric The mannerisms and performances of this character are a far cry from those normally expected, nor event considered within the realm of a normal, sane individual. He tends to spend long nights laughing well and playing the fiddle, usually whilst perched on rooftops with a bottle of wine. Amoungst other things, it is eccentric nature which has come to endear his character to his various companions. Nonplussed Seemingly inordinate amounts of stress appear to have little effect on Lysander, battle and cataclysmic scenarios do still wield a certain amount of sway over his mood, but the effect is greatly diminished. Enthusiastic Perpetually rearing to go, Lysander pushes himself headlong into a new task or trail, exhuming an unsightly amount of energy and will towards select endeavours. Playful A strong distaste for depression and stillness fills the boy, and he seems to have an unending will to seek out fancy and pleasure. Not quite approaching hedonism, the boy certainly makes a good turn of attempting to fill his day with pleasurable affairs. Lonely The single greatest motivating factor in Lysander's actions is his terrible fear of loneliness. Constantly in search of companions to partake in adventure with, Lysander does his very best to seek only those who believes will be the most interesting. This typically involves following them almost blindly afterwards, such is the price of companions.
Inventory
Waterford A double edged blitz-steel dagger, worn in a sock sheath a-la Scottish Dirk.
Null-Magic Mantle Pretty standard affair. A cloak enchanted with dampening effects to reduce the effects of magic. Made of wool, very soft, stylishly red.
Fiddle A walnut fiddle, unceremoniously dubbed 'fiddle' by Lysander.
Gold Coins, x5 One ounce each.
Atlas Vengaboy
Posts : 166 Join date : 2012-08-27 Age : 28
Subject: Re: Lysander Wed Nov 06, 2013 3:51 pm
But, in terms of character page, I'd like to know a bit more about his back story, such as his years as a vampire, and maybe something about who sired him. (Bonus points if you write his backstory as a poem, I liked that touch.) Him being a very social vampire is also nice, but do remember, he needs a way to feed, and also has to hide that fact. (I'd like to say that ALL vampires do have a darkside, as nice as they try to be.)
Although, there may be too many vampires, (Many of which are inactive.) I don't want to be taking up space for a new character, or have a character denied due to "Too many of a certain race" so, right now, I'd sit at a content pending.