Post by Constantine on Aug 26, 2008 5:54:30 GMT -5
Name Constantine Anargyos
Nickname (None really, but you can make one up for him, if you can't spell or remember his name)
Age- Unknown exactly, but he looks around 19
Race- Vampire
Gender- Male
Alliance- Good
Forms- None
Personality- Constantine seeks out adventure, excitement, and the unconventional. He thrives on new ideas, changes, and experiments on new ways of doing things. Predictability and routine makes him feel lifeless and unhappy. Independent, freedom loving, and easily bored. Constantine at times is caring, and kind, but being King he his forced to do what is best for everyone.
Appearance/Picture-
History Those few who directly turned by the very first immortal, are stronger then the other vampires, they are just as human as they are vampire. They are also quicker, and are harder to kill. His human past is a far-off memory like a scattered dream. Never sure what is real, and what is not. All but one night, the night that he was turned.
..::Changing::..
That night he was told to go and give his ill grandmother some food, and tend to the animals. It was his job, seeing as his father was always busy working, and his mother had to take care of his younger siblings and the house work. He was the oldest, soon to be taken into the army as soon as they found out about him. First he went to give the food to his grandmother, then he was on his way to the farm. His grandmother was the closest, only less then a mile away, the farm was several miles away, unless you went through the woods. Dark stories were told about those woods and he never really cared, either way he went in there. But tonight would be the first time at night.
A fog settled around the woods, as rain poured from the sky. Slowly Constantine entered the forest. His eyes struggled to see through the heavy fog. When he was half-way through it began. A low rumble came from his left. As soon as he had heard it he reached for his knife that was always in his boot. But whatever it was attacked. He lay beneath it gazing into its bright eyes. Seeing its sharp teeth. a giant wolf held him to the ground.Struggling Constantine did the only thing he could manage a scream for help. No one could hear him, not over the pouring rain, not with the distance between him and civilization.
He sank back into the mud as the beast came closer to him. He was pleading with it now, then when it opened its mouth, the wolf fell to the ground beside him. Something else, stood there, hovering over it. It looked like a human, but obviously much stronger. Constantine backed away from the two creatures, bumping into something else. He felt of it, thinking it was a tree he could climb, but trees weren't made of fur. Constantine spun around gazing at the new beast, yet another wolf. Smaller though, but still abnormal. It clawed at him, ripping up his shirt clawing up his chest. He fell to the ground again.
This wolf fell as well, and he couldn't feel the mud anymore. Constantine looked again, his vision blurred he cloud make out a face. Someone was carrying him, and so he let the darkness take him. Days later he awoke with pain. He couldn't scream fearing it would hurt much more. His throat felt like it had been cut open, and his heart torn out. The being stood watching him all the while, until it was over.
After a few weeks, he learned how to hunt, how to take care of himself, who that person was to an extent, and his own limitations and strengths.
..::Years Later::..
After years of being alone, learning self-control and other lifestyles, ways to feed, and studying humans, he went out and tried to help others. He found Deacon, he was dying. So Constantine bit him. He made unnecessary attempts of changing him, never really sure how it was done to him. So he made a recreation of all the scars he had that night. At least Deacon didn't have to live through the memory of the one night it happened, with the werewolves desperately trying to kill Constantine.
After several days almost a week, the pain for Deacon was over. So He relived his past, but now the teacher. Teaching everything he knew to Deacon. As Deacon was his first, that later allowed deacon to become the first prince. He and Deacon traveled together, both could go out at day. For Constantine was the first to be changed by the immortal, having the purest blood, and then he changed Deacon, and so Deacon cloud join him at day.
One night while they hunted together, Constantine was met by another group of vampires. Deacon was in the woods tracking panthers, while he had been hunting deer. There was seven in the meadow. The first walked carefully toward him. Constantine was told of how they knew the immortal, and what he had said for them to do. Constantine was to be made the New King of vampires. So he agreed, rather then dying like his second choice was, and so he and Deacon went with them. Deacon first Prince, and he King of them all.
When they were just getting comfortable the first war broke out. Those who weren't turned by him or the immortal were cursed to never walk at day again, for they would stick out or burn, but no one ever dared to test it.
Once the war ended, everything once again returned to normal, but with much tension with all the races, except for the oblivious humans. Vampires were hidden in an unknown world. Safe by keeping their secret. As the other races did the same, hiding, unless they could control themselves around humans.
Nickname (None really, but you can make one up for him, if you can't spell or remember his name)
Age- Unknown exactly, but he looks around 19
Race- Vampire
Gender- Male
Alliance- Good
Forms- None
Personality- Constantine seeks out adventure, excitement, and the unconventional. He thrives on new ideas, changes, and experiments on new ways of doing things. Predictability and routine makes him feel lifeless and unhappy. Independent, freedom loving, and easily bored. Constantine at times is caring, and kind, but being King he his forced to do what is best for everyone.
Appearance/Picture-
History Those few who directly turned by the very first immortal, are stronger then the other vampires, they are just as human as they are vampire. They are also quicker, and are harder to kill. His human past is a far-off memory like a scattered dream. Never sure what is real, and what is not. All but one night, the night that he was turned.
..::Changing::..
That night he was told to go and give his ill grandmother some food, and tend to the animals. It was his job, seeing as his father was always busy working, and his mother had to take care of his younger siblings and the house work. He was the oldest, soon to be taken into the army as soon as they found out about him. First he went to give the food to his grandmother, then he was on his way to the farm. His grandmother was the closest, only less then a mile away, the farm was several miles away, unless you went through the woods. Dark stories were told about those woods and he never really cared, either way he went in there. But tonight would be the first time at night.
A fog settled around the woods, as rain poured from the sky. Slowly Constantine entered the forest. His eyes struggled to see through the heavy fog. When he was half-way through it began. A low rumble came from his left. As soon as he had heard it he reached for his knife that was always in his boot. But whatever it was attacked. He lay beneath it gazing into its bright eyes. Seeing its sharp teeth. a giant wolf held him to the ground.Struggling Constantine did the only thing he could manage a scream for help. No one could hear him, not over the pouring rain, not with the distance between him and civilization.
He sank back into the mud as the beast came closer to him. He was pleading with it now, then when it opened its mouth, the wolf fell to the ground beside him. Something else, stood there, hovering over it. It looked like a human, but obviously much stronger. Constantine backed away from the two creatures, bumping into something else. He felt of it, thinking it was a tree he could climb, but trees weren't made of fur. Constantine spun around gazing at the new beast, yet another wolf. Smaller though, but still abnormal. It clawed at him, ripping up his shirt clawing up his chest. He fell to the ground again.
This wolf fell as well, and he couldn't feel the mud anymore. Constantine looked again, his vision blurred he cloud make out a face. Someone was carrying him, and so he let the darkness take him. Days later he awoke with pain. He couldn't scream fearing it would hurt much more. His throat felt like it had been cut open, and his heart torn out. The being stood watching him all the while, until it was over.
After a few weeks, he learned how to hunt, how to take care of himself, who that person was to an extent, and his own limitations and strengths.
..::Years Later::..
After years of being alone, learning self-control and other lifestyles, ways to feed, and studying humans, he went out and tried to help others. He found Deacon, he was dying. So Constantine bit him. He made unnecessary attempts of changing him, never really sure how it was done to him. So he made a recreation of all the scars he had that night. At least Deacon didn't have to live through the memory of the one night it happened, with the werewolves desperately trying to kill Constantine.
After several days almost a week, the pain for Deacon was over. So He relived his past, but now the teacher. Teaching everything he knew to Deacon. As Deacon was his first, that later allowed deacon to become the first prince. He and Deacon traveled together, both could go out at day. For Constantine was the first to be changed by the immortal, having the purest blood, and then he changed Deacon, and so Deacon cloud join him at day.
One night while they hunted together, Constantine was met by another group of vampires. Deacon was in the woods tracking panthers, while he had been hunting deer. There was seven in the meadow. The first walked carefully toward him. Constantine was told of how they knew the immortal, and what he had said for them to do. Constantine was to be made the New King of vampires. So he agreed, rather then dying like his second choice was, and so he and Deacon went with them. Deacon first Prince, and he King of them all.
When they were just getting comfortable the first war broke out. Those who weren't turned by him or the immortal were cursed to never walk at day again, for they would stick out or burn, but no one ever dared to test it.
Once the war ended, everything once again returned to normal, but with much tension with all the races, except for the oblivious humans. Vampires were hidden in an unknown world. Safe by keeping their secret. As the other races did the same, hiding, unless they could control themselves around humans.