Noble | Nonchalant | Merciful | Guilty
"Those who know the storm are soon consumed by it.
Their calm ruptures and can no longer be contained."
Name | Thorian
Age | Approximately 658
Gender | Male
Looks | Although centuries old, Thorian doesn't look a day past 30, retaining younger features as vampirism ages him gracefully. He is a tall man, looming in at around 6'0", with an otherwise elegant and poised body structure. His white/silver hair is long for a male and is often held back in a loose ponytail, giving him an almost pioneer-esque style. Even in his 'after'life, Thorian retains a regal fashion sense.
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Occupation | Prior to his turning, Thorian was a Nobleman that didn't like to be caught up in politics. He joined the navy instead, becoming a sailor for the sake of exploration and trading.
Orientation | At this age, Thorian isn't picky.
Memories seep from my veins.
My death was far from glorious.
When I was young, I wanted to go out in style, sailing into the bowels of a storm far too eager for my ship to handle, screaming songs at the top of my lungs until they froze over from the cold. I yearned to combat death until its frigid talons sunk into my heart, and even then, I wanted to best it. I wanted to duel the sharks and scour the depths of the sea, to discover uncharted lands and procure mystical objects, to become the immortal hero my naive mind always thought myself to be. I was a very eager man. I wanted to die as such.
I suppose my dream came true, in a sense.
After years of meditation, I can recall my death with perfect clarity; I was in the midst of a fierce battle aboard my very Vixen. A questionable name for a royal ship such as she, but fret not, I chose it with great care... my poor mother was furious.
(As intended.) Regardless, she was a strong vessel, holding off the intruder's ship to the point that they failed boarding three times. They only managed to get by due to dumb luck and a sudden shift in the wind.
In other words, they cheated.
I remember having to deal with my fair share of pirates in my prior life, but nothing to the scale of these dogs. No, this was the sea's very own Poseidon's Hate, the tastelessly named pirate ship run by no other than Valentine Rouge, a long-time enemy to the crown - to my family. An odious specimen with a fierce crew of bandits with nothing but loot on their minds. You'd think the site of a royal ship would deter such gold-starved mongrels, but alas.
I remember having utmost confidence in my crew as we began to be boarded, all hands on deck to deal with the gnats that swarmed us. It was terribly exhilarating to my younger self, the perfect chance to best a most wanted criminal and reclaim the possessions he plundered from my country. It was my time to become the hero I strove to be and prove to my superficial mother that the throne was not my place. My calling was the sea and her majestic beauty, untouched lands, lost knowledge; realms beyond the scope of her royal protocols and standards. My place was here, amongst my crew in an epic struggle for control, the sky weeping rivers onto us to wash away the blood that spilled. And I was to rise victorious with a mighty cry, bloodstained blade thrust into the sky, my mens' cheers soon following as the storm roared its approval.
Was to.
Instead, I quickly became a rather unorthodox pincushion while my crew cried bloody murder, being picked off one after the other. I don't recall the pain, thankfully, but judging by the amount of blades, I can safely assume that it hurt. Quite a lot. Even more disgusting was how Valentine reveled in it, taking every measure possible to try and break me down, going as far as to behead the remainders of my crew and drink the blood that flowed forth from them right before my eyes. If being a rampant criminal hellbent on raiding, plundering, being the very cause for countless death and despair amongst the coast wasn't enough, Valentine turned out to be a Vampire.
Joy.
tbc
NOTES until I configure a proper blurb.
- Thorian is a
vampire.
- Thorian views his (second?) life as a chance to learn things he never would have been able to in a singular lifespan. And to repent for his sins (see below).
- As a human; was of a noble lineage, but despised politics. Sought the navy (think ships) to live a more free life of exploration, trade, and discovery.
- His ship came under siege by pirates, whom raided the ship and massacred anyone who got in their way. Thorian died fighting.
- The captain of said Pirate ship was a vampire, and decided to sire Thorian after his valiant display of (ultimately failed) defense. Seeing potential in the man, he rose Thorian from death into Vampirism.
- Under the influence of his sire and his ways, Thorian accompanies his sire and his crew in their raids, spilling innocent blood wherever the seas took them. They pillaged any village they could come across and left no survivors. A truly bloody fiend and his master, driven mad with bloodlust in his newly found life.
- This goes on for ages, until fate has Thorian taste the blood of his own kin, his own lineage. The sensation and memories the event brings up are all too powerful to ignore, and for a moment, Thorian can feel once again. His mind is once more his own.
- Enraged, Thorian sought revenge against his sire and got it via wit and skill, luring his sire onto the deck of his ship only to throw him overboard with the anchor, forever condemning the man to the depths of the sea. His sire died on the ocean floor, blood starved and alone. Thorian then proceeds to slay the entire crew before fleeing, seeking sanctuary.
- Thorian finds sanctuary within a friendly manor within Mercator, whose family had been bolstered to infamy due to the aid of Thorian's ancestors. Looking to repay his lineage, Thorian was well hidden away to brood his crimes.
- During his stay, the family's most prized son
Slade suffers a terrible accident. His family begs Thorian to save him, and through tedious blackmail, succeed. Thorian sires Slade into vampirism.
- Currently Thorian is an aimless wanderer of the world, using his life as a chance to explore and discover things he would never had in a singular lifetime. However, the skeletons in his closet still haunt him; he is often plagued by nightmares and is excessively guilty of his sins. He often ponders how (or if) he can redeem himself.
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