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Solstice the Incendo

Vampyren
Legacy Name: Vampyren

The

Reborn Lasirus
Owner:

Sithana

Age: 16 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: October 13th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 6 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 13th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 12
Defense: 12
Speed: 11
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 5
Books Read: 5
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Thus It Began...

So Cold

Breaking Benjamin

Crowded streets are cleared away

One by One

Hollow heroes separate

As they run

You're so cold

Keep your hand in mine

Wise men wonder while

Strong men die

Show me how it ends it's alright

Show me how defenseless you really are

satisfied and empty inside

Well, that's alright, let's give this another try

If you find your family, don't you cry

In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive

Lay your hand on me one last time

I have since lost my name and although I have a faint memory of what I was called before the manifestation of the disease we now call Blood lust or Vampirism, I have no need of it. I was born in a time where civilizations such as Egypt and Rome were at their peaks. My father was a Lord of a small tribe in Europe but today we might remember us by another name "Goths". My father was a just ruler but ruled with an iron fist and although cruel, he treated his people with respect and loyalty.

When I was but a boy my father was killed in a skirmish with the Roman Army and his body was brought back to be buried, I saw my father not as the man I once revered but now as a old man who failed his people. Another Lord who lost his son during a battle with Rome took me in and soon he became my father and I, his son. He however, was a cruel and vindictive man who relish in torture and abuse. He would often take the women of the men he killed in battle and after killing the children, would often take the women as his own. Soon I was learning from him on how to be just as cruel and vindictive as him. I was learning how to torture, kill, fight and survive in a time when a twelve year old should have been enjoying his youth. Years slowly passed and as they did, my body soon morphed into a chiseled body of a soldier. Years of fighting had refined my arms, made them stronger. Hours of running and horseback had made my legs strong and muscular. My eyes a steel blue, no longer showed the care free spirit but a cold icy glare of someone who had seen too much.

The man I called Father was aging and his insanity only intensified. He soon thought everyone was out to assassinate him or to take his place as lord. He once massacred an entire village because he thought that the villagers were conspiring with the Gods to kill him. I watched as women, men and children were slained before my eyes and not an emotion was evoked in my body for I was all too familiar with the bloodshed. However, this all changed when in a battle with Rome where I found myself fighting for survival. I was hit from behind with the hilt of a sword. The world spun and I saw only the ground as I hit it. I awoke sometime later with my body covered in blood and I was naked. I staggered to a small river to clean myself up and figuring I was taken captive, I had to regain my composure in order for me to escape. As I wash the combination of urine, blood and dirt off my skin, I saw in the reflection of the river's surface, two puncture marks at the base of my throat. They were hot to the touch but passed them off as bug bites but soon I was to learn what it all meant.

It begun with me not able to quench my thirst, I could drink the rivers dry but yet I still could drink more; not even ale would quell it. It wasnâ€™t until I had butchered a cow that I soon realized what could repress the hunger inside. It was then when I was gorging myself on the blood of the cow, I comprehended I was something inhuman. I once returned to his side when he called for me but this time something happened, he was trying to pull a young child from her motherâ€™s arms when I snapped. I quickly over whelmed his guards, ripping their throats out with just my fingers, their bodies laying in chunks strewn across the pale dirt and following their demise, I turned my attention to the man I called father for seventeen years. I bypassed the young mother and child, I wrapped my mouth around his throat sinking my teeth into his flesh, ripping and tearing as I drunk. Sated and full, I left him alive just barely; the women huddled in a group, their eyes wide in terror as they looked upon me. I was cloaked in blood, it dripped from the tips of my fingers and it sloshed in my boots. I motioned with my hand for them to leave but before leaving myself, told them to finish him off themselves. The last thing I heard was the sound of them screaming while they bludgeoned him to death.

I put away my violent past but always the demon laid just under my skin, it taunted me and tortured me with its insatiable hunger and no matter how much I ignored it, I always gave in to it in the end. I have since found a way to curb the addiction and help at the same time by ridding the world of scum. Murderers, child abusers, Rapists and anyone else who made this world hell to live in.

I ran into only a few people like me, creatures with the same hunger and some who even have the hunger so bad, it must be subdued by all means necessary. One of these people was a Roman by the name of Vallo. We were the same yet different and with my hatred of the Romans still visible I try everything to hate this man but I couldn't. He allowed me to enter his haven, he put me on his staff and allowed me to work at his club. On top of all that, he owned several blood banks in the city so no longer did I have to hunt for my meals but every so often, the hunt is to much to avoid so I seek out those that I feel need to disappear.

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The healthy man does not torture others. Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.

Carl Jung

Vamp is an enigma, an immortal soul who wanders the land seeking enlightenment. Not much is know about him but it is said he was around to see the birth of many nations and their rulers which makes him thousands of years old. He is a pacifist yet is not prone to violent outburst when needed.

Vamp hires himself out as an exorcist and demonologist so he can eat and acquire shelter. Often wearing a long coat with a wide brimmed hat, he easily merges with the shadows when he want to disappear. However, his killings have not gone unnoticed as the police have started to investigate the slew of missing people of whom only selected body parts have been found, what Vamp did to the rest of the body, has yet to be revealed.

When he isn't working for others, he works at Vallo's club booking bands and jumping in as Enforcement when needed.