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Velorium has a minion!

Newo the Kitrean

Velorium
Legacy Name: Velorium

The

Graveyard Tigrean
Owner:

SilverTrio

Age: 18 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: December 22nd, 2005

Adopted: 18 years, 4 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 22nd, 2005 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 16
Defense: 13
Speed: 15
Health: 15
HP: 15/15
Intelligence: 17
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

With the worries that I'd give her in, they told the worst of me.
With my wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze.
No, I'm not going to give you want, so if you please:
The sin that shapes your voice carries my ears in this new disease.
Coheed and Cambria, The Velorium Camper I: Faint of Heart

Rocked silent in a soft lullaby,
Panic stirred me, awakened by a ringing phone in time:
Where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth-
I stuttered, replacing your face to those words...
Where and when would I kill her?
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I, I'll wish... to the bitter end of my day
Well, where were you?

This isn't love so forever let it go...forever let it burn
This isn't love there on the backend of forever-
I wish I would never... hurt again...
Coheed & Cambria, The Velorium Camper II, Backend of Forever

When I kill her, I'll have her
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, die white girls...
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead.

Will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb?
But killing's no fun when the heroes are none...
Coheed & Cambria. The Velorium Camper III, Al the Killer

You might say Velorium is something of a ladykiller. Or, at least, he was.

Which is not to say Velorium is above spilling a lady's blood anymore. No, far from it. It's still his greatest satisfaction, the one thing he delights in over all other things. No, it's just much harder now that he doesn't possess his pretty face.

Back in the day, Velorium was considered something of a looker and a lover. Don Juan? Casanova? Lord Byron? Please. Ted Bundy? Now that's a little more like it. Velorium loved nothing more than to meet a nice girl, take her out for dinner, walk her home, and then watch the light leave her eyes as she fell asleep... forever.

But that all changed when he met her. Kylara. The nice girl who played his game almost a little better than he did himself. The first date turned into a second. And a third. Days bled into weeks, into months. When would he kill her? He couldn't believe a girl could have this effect on him. He tried to tell himself to do it, to just be rid of her, but somehow, his conviction was gone. Finally, he knew something had to be done. He made his move. But she was ready for him.

He should have died that night- and he did, in time. She watched him the entire time, sparing him no detail as she narrated his past crimes and her own plan to finally bring him to justice. He'd botched his first attempt, a Demi named Relaine. She hadn't lost her life, but the loss of her mind had been enough to set Kylara on his trail. It wasn't for herself, or even Relaine, she'd told him. It was for every lady he'd killed. When the light finally left his eyes, she buried him. And that was it.

But then a curious thing happened... He rose again.

Since then, it's been Velorium's mission to get his revenge. He even found Kylara and her family, and managed to secure asylum under the Kumos named Keitha. Kylara still loathes him and hates him bitterly, to which Velorium appears to mirror the sentiment. But one always wonders...