Post by Cap'n Failz on Aug 8, 2012 22:57:34 GMT -6
Name: Emearus Ostius
Aliases: Count of Many Years, Lord Ostius IV, Vampire Baron, Master of the Castle
Age: He has lost count, but it is somewhere well in excess of ten thousand years
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Alignment: Neutral, with a somewhat good leaning.
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: November 9th
Place of Birth: Unrecorded
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
Weapons: Chiefly uses his bare hands or control over the elements and shadow, though he has been known to create and employ various weapons of all types, ranging from ancient to modern.
History: The history of the man once known as Lord Ostius IV begins uncountable years ago. He was born to a noble family, as one might expect, and in a time of strife and hostility. At just six years of age, he was thrust into the brutality of war and nearly lost his life in a fire that razed his home city to the ground. He escaped, thanks to the timely intervention of an uncle and the captain of his family's guard.
That was the only event of note in his early life, and the next important event did not occur for another seventeen years, when he first encountered a creature of the night. He escaped from the encounter wholly unharmed, more by luck than any skill or planning, and the experience shook him to his core but also instilled a strong interest for learning about the vampire -- if only to hunt them or kill them should he be attacked again.
Another thirteen years were spent in such study and pursuit of knowledge, and they passed uneventfully. On the fourteenth year he had another encounter with that which he now hunted, and this time he emerged victorious in a battle to the death. Not wihtout injury, but he won decisively and remained untainted by the vampire's bite.
Over the next decade, he had many more encounters with vampires, and emerged victorious from every encounter, though not always unscathed. As he began to near fifty years of life, he was contemplating retreating into obscurity and living out the remainder of his years in peace, but that was dashed to pieces when he was attacked in his sleep.
A vampire, choosing by sheer chance a target of utmost threat, managed to succesfully make a meal out of Emearus, and in so doing infect him with the vampiric taint. This broke Emearus in more ways than one. He left the vampire that attacked him dead, and promptly fled, disappearing without a trace.
And it was then that, over the next several dozen, or perhaps hundreds, of years, a castle was built in a secluded locale. It went up so slowly, that any who hadn't seen it for themselves wrote it off as simply a fairy tale or a lie, right up until it stood tall and complete. It was soon purported to be haunted, as no one who entered it was ever seen again.
Animal, human, vampire -- any living creature that walked within the halls of that castle disappeared entirely.
Though it sickened and saddened him, there was naught to do for it. He could not bring himself to end his own life and escape the curse laid upon him, nor could he bring himself to let himself be killed. And so he was stuck for it, living out countless years until after nearly a thousand-year existence in his lonely castle home, he began to accept his lot in life. And so, resigining himself to a likely long life, he began to set about collecting things to furnish his still barren home.
Books and other such information were chief among his requisitions. In a few hundred years, he had amassed quite a library, and spent as many of his waking hours perusing the books as he did travelling and acquiring more.
As he began to near two millenia of life, his castle was fully furnished and some might say habitable for living beings. And indeed, some began to survive entering the castle. Some scant few even reported meeting the master of the castle, and conversing with him. In this way, Emearus began to gather news from the outside, and keep himself mostly up to date.
As more time would pass, people would come to settle nearer and nearer the castle. They were wary of Emearus, for obvious reasons, but he bore them no active hostility, and was a gentle soul at heart, and protected those who lived within his "domain" better than nigh any mortal defense could.
And so it went. Years dragged on into a cycle of tedium which lasted for some say ten millenia at least....before disaster struck. Try as he might, Emearus could do nothing against the tide of darkness, and slowly ground was lost. In a last attempt to do what he could, he had any and all remaining survivors take refuge within his castle, while he locked the castle away within a pocket dimension.
Eventually Emearus was overcome and nearly lost in darkness; only by sheer force of will and the light that still managed to flicker in his heart did he manage to survive the plunge. But when he awoke again, his first thought was to check in on his home, only to find it empty of all life...
Crestfallen at his perceived failure, he did what he could to "cleanse" the structure of the darkness that plagued it, before locking it away again and going on about his merry business as was usual, until he could find a suitable place to drop his castle off so that he could rest.
Aliases: Count of Many Years, Lord Ostius IV, Vampire Baron, Master of the Castle
Age: He has lost count, but it is somewhere well in excess of ten thousand years
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Alignment: Neutral, with a somewhat good leaning.
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: November 9th
Place of Birth: Unrecorded
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
- Virtual Immortality
- Powerful Regenerative Abilities
- Superhuman Physical Capabilities
- Superhuman Senses
- Sixth Sense
- Manipulation of Shadow
- Manipulation of Basic Elements
- Shapeshifting
- Telepathy
- Hypnosis
- Telekinesis
- Illusion Casting
- Levitation/Flight
- Weather Control
- Raise and Control the Dead
- Summon Familiars
Weapons: Chiefly uses his bare hands or control over the elements and shadow, though he has been known to create and employ various weapons of all types, ranging from ancient to modern.
History: The history of the man once known as Lord Ostius IV begins uncountable years ago. He was born to a noble family, as one might expect, and in a time of strife and hostility. At just six years of age, he was thrust into the brutality of war and nearly lost his life in a fire that razed his home city to the ground. He escaped, thanks to the timely intervention of an uncle and the captain of his family's guard.
That was the only event of note in his early life, and the next important event did not occur for another seventeen years, when he first encountered a creature of the night. He escaped from the encounter wholly unharmed, more by luck than any skill or planning, and the experience shook him to his core but also instilled a strong interest for learning about the vampire -- if only to hunt them or kill them should he be attacked again.
Another thirteen years were spent in such study and pursuit of knowledge, and they passed uneventfully. On the fourteenth year he had another encounter with that which he now hunted, and this time he emerged victorious in a battle to the death. Not wihtout injury, but he won decisively and remained untainted by the vampire's bite.
Over the next decade, he had many more encounters with vampires, and emerged victorious from every encounter, though not always unscathed. As he began to near fifty years of life, he was contemplating retreating into obscurity and living out the remainder of his years in peace, but that was dashed to pieces when he was attacked in his sleep.
A vampire, choosing by sheer chance a target of utmost threat, managed to succesfully make a meal out of Emearus, and in so doing infect him with the vampiric taint. This broke Emearus in more ways than one. He left the vampire that attacked him dead, and promptly fled, disappearing without a trace.
And it was then that, over the next several dozen, or perhaps hundreds, of years, a castle was built in a secluded locale. It went up so slowly, that any who hadn't seen it for themselves wrote it off as simply a fairy tale or a lie, right up until it stood tall and complete. It was soon purported to be haunted, as no one who entered it was ever seen again.
Animal, human, vampire -- any living creature that walked within the halls of that castle disappeared entirely.
Though it sickened and saddened him, there was naught to do for it. He could not bring himself to end his own life and escape the curse laid upon him, nor could he bring himself to let himself be killed. And so he was stuck for it, living out countless years until after nearly a thousand-year existence in his lonely castle home, he began to accept his lot in life. And so, resigining himself to a likely long life, he began to set about collecting things to furnish his still barren home.
Books and other such information were chief among his requisitions. In a few hundred years, he had amassed quite a library, and spent as many of his waking hours perusing the books as he did travelling and acquiring more.
As he began to near two millenia of life, his castle was fully furnished and some might say habitable for living beings. And indeed, some began to survive entering the castle. Some scant few even reported meeting the master of the castle, and conversing with him. In this way, Emearus began to gather news from the outside, and keep himself mostly up to date.
As more time would pass, people would come to settle nearer and nearer the castle. They were wary of Emearus, for obvious reasons, but he bore them no active hostility, and was a gentle soul at heart, and protected those who lived within his "domain" better than nigh any mortal defense could.
And so it went. Years dragged on into a cycle of tedium which lasted for some say ten millenia at least....before disaster struck. Try as he might, Emearus could do nothing against the tide of darkness, and slowly ground was lost. In a last attempt to do what he could, he had any and all remaining survivors take refuge within his castle, while he locked the castle away within a pocket dimension.
Eventually Emearus was overcome and nearly lost in darkness; only by sheer force of will and the light that still managed to flicker in his heart did he manage to survive the plunge. But when he awoke again, his first thought was to check in on his home, only to find it empty of all life...
Crestfallen at his perceived failure, he did what he could to "cleanse" the structure of the darkness that plagued it, before locking it away again and going on about his merry business as was usual, until he could find a suitable place to drop his castle off so that he could rest.
