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Marltar
Legacy Name: Marltar

The Bloodred Magnus
Owner: Stony

Age: 17 years, 8 months, 4 weeks

Born: August 22nd, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 8 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 22nd, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 7
   
• Strength: 12
   
• Defense: 11
   
• Speed: 11
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

Name: Marltar
Age: 398
Birthday: 3 III
Race: vampire
Orientation: bisexual
Status: bachelor

Body: slender
Skin: very pale
Hair: black and fleecy
Eyes: red
Weight: 132.28 lbs
Height: 5'11"
Clothes: red-and-gray striped tuxedo, steel cross jewellery

Abilities: crows summoning, fast regeneration, almost immortal, great strenght, speed and agility, shapeshifting into bats or shadow hellhound
Weakness': can drink only blood, sensitive to sunlight, holy water, fire, silver and some wooden weapons, can't pass through running water, has fear of Bible, in war with werewolves

Occupation: member of Count Jemi's team (his 'shield')





Marltar was born in Romania, almost four centuries ago. He was the only child on aristocratic family family, living in old Gothic castle.
He was genteel, elegant and intelligent child. He was learning all those thing which medieval heir should know: archery, horse riding, dueling etc. But there was one thing which Marltar wanted and couldn't have: FREEDOM.
So at nights, boy was slipping away from his chamber and exploring forest. Riding his horse, ebony Blood Taste, he used to hunt and at dawn, he was back in bed.
Eventually father found out the truth about his son's night trips and forbid him to leave castle. Soon he decided to wed Marltar and woman from aristocracy, much older than boy. For Marltar, that was way too much.

Few days later he managed to ran away through window; took Blood Taste and rode straight into the dark woods. He was riding for many hours. Suddenly, Blood Taste started to act strange- just like he was scared.
Then, werewolves surrounded Marltar.

He has never before seen creatures like those. Huge, athletic beasts with crooked faces, standing on two paws; Marltar's sword and arrows didn't seem to injure them. Right before him loup-garous attacked his horse. So that was his time of dying, he thought.
But it wasn't.
Suddenly rescue came from woods. Extremely fast and strong, they weren't normal humans- that's the only thing boy was sure. Long hiss elicited from their throats and then they rushed into battle. Marltar could do nothing but observe those dark, mystical creatures attacking and easily killing werewolves. Eventually all the beasts fell to the ground. When last howl of agony faded, silence came on. Marltar stayed alone with group of unknown saviors and his mortally wounded horse.
Then one of THEM came close to him. He took Marltar's chin and slowly, without a word sang long, sharp fangs in his neck. Boy wasn't even able to elict any sound. Darkness surrounded him, as he fainted.

When Marltar woke up, he was lying in bed in big chamber. He touched his neck; no wounds were on his skin. But suddenly intruders arrived and Marltar recognized in them those, who saved him last night. He was welcomed and told about identify of his saviors... as vampires. Moreover, he was told something else- even more shocking- from now, he was one of them as they transformed him after battle in woods.

In the begging he was hardly astonished. Then, his shock turned into a satisfaction.

Marltar came back to his castle... But not to continue his old life. He went through corridors, halls and chambers, killing everyone who didn't manage to run away. Soon castle was bathed in blood. Newly born vampire gathered all corpses, hanging them or impaling. No one spared life. Eventually, Marltar reached even his parents. With satisfaction he was listening them begging for mercy and crying- and he was smiling all the time. There was no mercy; once he got fed up with their moans, he simply tore them apart. He didn't know if the was always ready for such a cruelty, or transformation woke in him some wild instincts, but anyway it had no meaning. Then he came back to forest, found his dead horse and got impaling or tearing every necromancer, who wasn't able to ress steed, until he found one able to.
Finally, Marltar was free. He settled in his new-old castle.

Hold on!
It wasn't end of his story; he didn't live long and happy as uncrowned king of everything around him. That would be just too easy, right?

Soon, unexpected guest appeared in his home. Elegant, handsome man with his undead companion visited Marltar. But this one wasn't average gentleman. He was TRUE aristocrat, moreover, surrounded by some petulant kind of dark energy. Something wasn't okay with him.

He invited Marltar to work as his warden, 'shield' of him- and somehow it wasn't an offer which man can refuse. Vampire agreed and became- together with undead Devel, 'the sword'- right hand of Count Jemi.

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