Erebos

[Erebos]

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tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew

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[/b] Alec Eliopoulos
Nickname:; Erebos
Age:; 2459
Birth Date & Place:; 424 BC, Ancient Sparta
Species:; Vampire
Gender:; Male
Sexuality:; Straight
Occupation:; Hunter/Slaver/Warrior
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful

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[/b] Yani Gellman
Hair Color:; Black
Eye Color:; Black
Height:; 6' 1"
Weight:; 265[/center]
Perfections:;
If anything it would be his eyes. They project a deepness and confidence that make people want to listen to him and obey him.
Flaws:;
A puckered knife scar along the right side of his ribs, a scar caused by a spear on both sides of his left thigh.
Tattoos & Piercings:;
Thrice pierced Right eyebrow quad pierced upper ears Chaos Tattoo On his entire back
Personal Style:;
Erebos prefers black and dark red colors. He will accept any dark color though since he sees in grey scale. He also prefers tight polyester shirts and leather pants, but will accept cotton and jeans. The material preference is more due to texture in a fight, as it is hard to grab onto someone wearing tight polyester. When out and about he always wears large ass-kicking combat boots, or civilian ones that have metal buckles up the sides. They must be steel toed and heeled though. He usually wears a leather duster over those, as it breaks up his body's shape in the shadows.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die

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[/center]Likes:;

• Blood
  Erebos's lust for blood is second to none. When feeding, he makes sure that he does not feed on his favorite slaves, as he lacks the control to only take a little. He would rather his slave be conscious for other things after taking blood, so instead he would rather take from another source before playing with his pets.
  
• Battle Erebos grew up on battle, it is his second most favorite act. He never disregards a challenge, and loves to rise to the occasion. He would rather it be a fair challenge, but often does not get the satisfaction of one as old as he when fighting.
  
• Slaves Erebos's second passion is in the pets. It is more the collaring, and training that he likes. He is one for a challenge, and would rather spend his time breaking a spirited pet than start with something docile.
  
• Hunting It does not matter to Erebos whether the hunt is Humans for their blood, Pets for the collaring, or even animals for just the thrill. He takes great joy in the stalking and capture of the hunt.
  
• DarknessDarkness is the only place that Erebos feels at home. It is just a matter of comfort though, if it is not the direct light of the sun. While being traditional in that the sun will burn him to a crisp, he can tolerate ambient light, but he prefers the pitch black of a moonless sky.
  

Dislikes:;

• Losing
  If it is one thing that Erebos Hates, it is loosing. Due to his competitive nature, whether it be a game of checkers, or a full tilt skirmish with a group of humans, he cant's stand loosing. There seems to be a voice in his head that pleads and begs to "Win?" every time a challenge comes his way.
  
• Happiness
  It isn't his own happiness that he dislikes, for at most times he does not have any. It is the happiness in others that turns his mood sour. It is more a jealousy issue rather than a dislike of others' happiness.
  
• Religion
  In his time, there were many gods, and they seemed to make life good. It is all the 'one God' religions that he dislikes. He does not see how a god can singlehandedly be responsible for a devastating plague which kills millions of his followers, and every little joy in life, from the joy of work well done to childbirth. He thinks it must be the works of multiple gods if any.
  
• Male Vampires
  While he is a male vampire, he does not dislike himself, of course. It's the rest of them that he despises. He feels that most are weak and wastes of his time. The rest, have such a fear of death that they would not think of challenging him in battle, so they just bore him.
  
• Cats
  They hate him, and he hates them. They are lazy, and unproductive creatures that only have aesthetic beauty, in some cases. That's all there is to their mutual dislike
  

Desires:;

• Blood,Battle, and Slaves
  This desire is wholly selfish. He wants the three things he likes most in life. He desires blood, from as many sources as possible. Battle from whoever proves a challenge. And as many chances to collar and train new pets to his own likings.
  
• Socializing
  He desires to gain rapore with other vampires, old and new in hopes to attain his highest goal. Before now he was quite the anti-social typical bloodsucker. This will have to end if he wants to join the social web of un-life that is all around him.
  
• The Perfect Pet
  Up until now, All those he have collared have either fallen in love with him, become docile, or have broken in other ways. Over two thousand years of slaving has made his job too easy. He desires a pet with fire in her eyes, one who, while defiant, makes concessions for her master. While knowing it can be no other way, sill giving a bit of a fight. It is nigh impossible in a pet to have the perfect blend, but he will continue slaving until he has found the perfect pet.
  

Fears:;

• A peaceful Death
  The thing that Erebos fears most is the lack of anhonorable death. He fears Only the sun in this aspect. He has survived it's blight for some time now, but it still gets to him. Being murdered in his sleep is one thing, while lame, it still offers some violence. He would most like to die in fair combat, rather than in a sneaky and backstabbing way, or to blunder out into the sun like a freshly minted fanger.
  
• Open Water
  He doesn't know why, but open water gets to him, whether a large lake or river or the sea it's self, he tries to stay as far away from such a large body of water at all costs. His trip to america was the most torturous three months of his life, and he would NEVER do it again.
  
• Weakness
  Erebos Hates feeling weak, whether mentally, physically or emotionally. Being born before Christ takes care of the first, being a vampire takes care of the second, but he knows that he is emotionally unstable, and is prone to fits of rage or melancholy and he hates it.
  

Strengths:;

• Confidence
  Erebos has complete confidence in himself and his abilities. It is like an aura that surrounds him in all that see him. Whether it is taking a stroll in a moonlit garden or hunting down the elusive pet, he knows what he is doing and how to do it, and it shows.
  
• Commanding Presence
  With the air of confidence, his presence is well known. Almost like royalty, his tone of voice and stance lets others know he is meant to be obeyed. It is not like the petulant child who expects everything given to them and will throw a tantrum if they do not get what they want. It is more that what he says has an urgent edge to it, and almost makes a person want to do as they are told.
  
• Age and Wisdom Over the ages, Erebos has had fitful times of the thirst for knowledge. In those times, he learns about absolutely everything he can, from current trivia, local and world history, technology to the nuances of the change in languages, and their different accents since the last time he has updated. This has netted him a current fifty seven languages, and all the general and specific knowledge he needs to pull off pretending to be from anywhere.
  

Weaknesses:;

• 'Win'
  That little voice in his head. The one that whispers 'Win' in his mind every time a challenge comes a calling. What gets him is the absurd challenges. He just can't say no to any type of challenge or bet. His little inner demon just doesn't let him.
  
• Loss
  When he can not rise to the challenge and beat the bet, he is thrown into a fit of melancholy. He feels physically sick and hates himself for anywhere from a day to a year afterward depending on how crucial the challenge at hand is.
  
• Females
  Yes, he is weak to the opposite sex. At least those with the same pointy teeth and allergic reaction to sunlight as he has. Having spent most of his time with males, and slaves, he just doesn't know what to do with himself when around a soft peaceful female. The warrior females, he can easily treat as one of the guys, but those ones that are actually feminine, he feels like a barbaric brute, and is just plain lost.
  Goals:;
  
• The Perfect Mate
  Even after two eons he is still confused about the opposite sex. He does not know if he wants a soft thing to come home to and protect, or a partner who can hold her own and provide mutual protection. There may be a mix of both for him to find, someone who is a perfect match to spend eternity with.
  
• His own Clan
  For now working for the nýchta clan is ideal, but he pines to make his own. He won't be able to do so until he has the perfect social network in place, but that is one of his end-game goals.
  Regrets:;
  
• Sister
  His one real regret is murdering his sister. He was a newly minted vampire at the time, and did not understand how rough the lust for blood was. He thought he could just take a little, but instead, he completely drained her, and moved on to the rest of the family. His brothers and father don't matter to him. The only one he loved out of all of them was his sister.
  
• The One Who Got Away
  In the middle ages, there was a human that actually got away from him before he could either take her blood or put a collar around her neck and lock her away from the sun for good. While not a real large regret, he can imagine that she was the one that could have been a perfect pet, only because she was the one who got away.
  Quirks:; He bites his lip, showing his left fang when thinking hard.
  Secrets:; He is keeping secret the ultimate goal of making his own clan from those he works for.
  

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sing for absolution
i will be singing falling from your grace

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Your kind:; Goddess Touched/Cursed

This particular Vampire of Ancient Greece was captured in battle as a human. Instead of killing him honorably he was tortured for sport, and they preformed dark arts upon him. Instead of letting their own ritual complete, he called out to the primordial Goddess Nyx, and swore revenge.

Nyx took pity over her supplicant and stopped his heart, calling his soul to her embrace. The goddess of darkness, Mother to death, bestowed upon him some of her own power and sent his soul back to his mostly destroyed body so that he could exact his revenge. These Boons did not come without a price of course. He was now one of the cursed beings that would roam the night for an eternity.
Affiliation/Alignment:; Greek/ Chaotic Neutral?
Abilities/Skills:;

• Soul Fire
  This fire is shaped as normal fire except colored as the user's soul woudl be (Black with a tinge of blue outline for Erebos), and a trifle more ethereal, almost like smoke. It does not effect physical objects or animals. When used against a natural Human, it causes a soul deep pain and loss of vitality, but no physical damage. When used on an Undead or Otherworldly being, it causes physical damage as fire should as well as increased pain.
  - Flaws
  This fire is completely useless on objects or animals. It does not cause physical damage on humans. The Healing period for humans is One to six hours from pain and loss of vitality. For the physical damage it heals within one to six days. This includes those with supernatural physical healing since the damage is linked to the wound of the soul. This fire is physically draining, and takes a bit out of him. He hates feeling weak, so he only uses it during what he thinks will be easy battles and as a last ditch effort.
  
  
• Spirit Summoning/Banishing
  Erebos can summon and control a spirit if he knows that soul's birth name.
  -Flaws
  He may only summon one spirit a night for the duration of that night. Only powerful or old spirits can effect the physical world, so he uses most of them for information.
  
  
• Animate Dead
  By putting soul fire into a corpse, Erebos can animate and control it. An Animated has considerable physical strength and speed, like that of a human with the fabled adrenaline surge permanently. He can choose to use soul fire to heal it or make it look and act more life-like. These animated get unconscious cues on how to act, fight, and 'live' They will take conscious mental or spoken commands to supersede the unconscious mental commands.
  -Flaws
  Erebos can have only a single permanent Animated at a time. He can Animate only an additional five for the duration of three hours. While he can only have a single permanent Animated, he can destroy this one to be able to raise an additional five non permanent ones for a total of ten. If he looses consciousness or the time runs out without banishing them, they will literally turn on him and tear his body limb from limb, feast on his remains, then go berserk until dismembered themselves. His permanent Animated will not do so, and will try to protect him. Unless aided, it will loose of course. Major healing of, or making his permanent animated look and act alive costs him a full night's soul fire, but the effects are permanent.
  
  
• Heightened Physical Power and Speed
  The goddess Nyx blessed her chosen with Herculean strength, and the speed of a nightmare. In the time he has been alive, he has gotten a fine control over his enhanced strength, and has tuned his mind to split second decisions when using the speed, for great high-speed dexterity.
  -Flaw
  There are no flaws to this ability
  
• Hunting Perks
  The vampire can literally hear the beat of a heart, the breath of a person and the snap of a twig hundreds of feet away. He can smell blood, sweat and distinguish emotions through scent. He can see for miles, and call even the hardest card shark's tells with sight and attention to detail alone. The vampire is sealed by Nyx's magic like a stasis. His pores are sealed, and he doesn't need to breathe to talk, therefore he is scentless.
  
  -Flaws
  When Unmated, the vampire looses the ability to hear anything not made by a living being. they see all but living creatures in grayscale, and they can smell naught but that which comes from a living being as well. Their sense of touch is Nil. The vampire regains a scent while he is breathing or if his skin is broken.
  
• Healing
  This type of vampire heals moderately quickly. A wound that would take a day to heal normally takes ten minutes. One that would take a week, takes a half an hour. If not killed, upon the next time that darkness falls any wound that the vampire has suffered will be healed if it is not incapacitated. This vampire, contained by Nyx's will and her magic does not bleed when cut, it is fully self contained, and does not loose effectiveness due to loss of blood. Flames and direct sunlight are the ways to destroy this vampire.
  -Flaw
  If the vampire is severely wounded, they sleep until darkness falls. The whole next night, they can not use any of their Necromantic abilities.
  

Weaknesses of Your Kind:;

• Sunlight
  Like Traditional Vampires, This type gets crispy in the sun. It is the sunlight's property to break down dark magic that tears the vampire apart. It is a slower process, taking from five minutes to an hour depending on the age of the vampire. This only applies to direct sunlight. filtered or ambient sunlight has no effect.
  
• Running Water
  If over running water, all the vampires abilities are cut in half, except Soulfire, because that comes from within. They can neither summon nor animate the dead as well. Any Animated that are already active may travel over running water, but no new ones may be summoned.
  
• Religious Objects/Holy Ground
  This vampire is disgusted by a holy object in the hands of a believer. They are not hurt, but they can not drink from, nor harm a true believer that is holding a religious object that truly believes. Nyx's river protects them completely from holy water though. The vampire can spend very little time upon holy ground, but like with holy objects, they are disgusted by it, and get violently ill if they stay for more than fifteen minutes to an hour depending on their age. The only religious objects or holy ground that does not effect them are those of Ancient Greece.
  
• Nightly Blood Each night Erebos must Feed from the blood of a living human to remain at full strength. He may go up to a week without blood to retain a fraction of his powers. If he goes for more than a week without blood, he goes into a mindless state until he gets blood. The only way he can sleep for long periods is if he locks himself away from all sources of blood, and after a month he goes into a hibernation state, to be called back to life by his goddess Nyx at the appropriate time.
  
• Making another of his kind
  It requires a full ritual to Nyx to make another living being into one of his kind. If he gathers the required materials and does the ritual correctly, there is still a large chance that the person will wind up dead instead of cursed like he is. Any vampire he makes like himself, will have different powers. Only Soulfire will be guaranteed of one of his kind.
  
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew

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[/b] Sparta
Parents:; Murdered by him
Siblings:; Three older brothers, one younger sister, all murdered by him.
Martial Status:; Single
Overall:;
[/center]Ancient Sparta was where this creature was originally born. He had a normal Spartan upbringing. His mother loved him, as did his sister. His father and brothers pounded all the tricks of war into him by the time he was twelve. By fifteen he had joined the Spartan Host. He really had no interest in any women (or men that is), other than his sister, until he was nearly twenty, but that was too late for him. It was that year that the war with the Persians started. He didn't freeze like some who hadn't been in any real battles to the death before.

It was a trick of the fates that had him behind the main body of the Spartan army. A fouled throw of a spear, one thrown by a soldier in his own army pierced his thigh and left him pinned behind the battle. The Spartans were defeated that battle, and he was brought to the Persians as a war trophy. Unspeakable acts were done to him for days, until they decided to torture him. It was a month later before he demanded revenge and called out to the Primordial Goddess Nyx.

He was brought back three days after she stopped his heart, and slaughtered the entire encampment of Persians that had wronged him in a single night. He made his way back, sticking to the mountains and their deep caves until he could reach his home in a single night's travel. When he was there, he then was overtaken by the lust for blood as he had gone a week without and drained his entire family of every drop of their life's blood. The only death in that batch that he really felt bad for was his little sister, as she was the only one that truly loved him for who he was.

He mourned for another week, whereupon he slaughtered his neighbor's family. It was then that he decided to Obey the Goddess Nyx and feed as she clearly meant him to do. He bought a slave with his family's savings and used her every night to quell his blood lust. It was only when he went long periods without drinking that he seemed unable to keep a victim alive.

He spent the next three years learning to become a blacksmith, as there was always the need for more. His master allowed him to work the night shift, and he finally opened his own forge in the next town over. By that time he had went through three slaves by accident, but they didn't matter to him really. It was the fall of Greece that decimated his mind and soul. After it had fallen, he skipped in and out of activity, fifty years here, a hundred there, only emerging when the world seemed to be on the brink of change. He went with the tides, and moved further and further west, until he eventually reached America.

New York, it reinvigorated him when he reached it. It had a Spartanesque feel too it for him. It was the most lively place he had been since then, and he was just starting to perk up after a long, long depression. The next four centuries flew by in a blur of opulence, and indulgence for him and his slaves. He had met and parted with the first vampires he had ever met in this town. He had live for this long and had no idea that others were afflicted by the need to drink from living humans as well. He did a little socializing in those four hundred years, but he soon learned that he was different, their vampirism was more.. Natural. Rather than given to them, it was like a disease.

It was no more than three days after the Nýchta Party's press conference that he went to them. He offered his services, as it was much harder to get blood for the last hundred years, since the abolishment of slavery. In a dream Nyx told him that they would have need of his services, and he could get a decent amount of money back in the deal.

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falling from your grace
FIN

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The awakening was excruciating. It always was when he slept for more than a year. Like fire upon his soul, it was creeping all along his body. he was completely emaciated, nothing but bare skin upon bones.The year was 2030 and his Goddess had awakened him. This meant that soon, somehting big was coming. It was another time of change, and he was to be part of it, according to Nyx that is.

None of that mattered at the moment though. He needed sustenance. Rising from the grave, this time literally, always resulted in deaths. There was nothing he could do about it. The fire of hunger was driving him. It was an easy matter to ope the stone door. If there was one thing that did not leave him when he slept like this, it was the gargantuan strength that Nyx had blessed him with. The Mausoleum door moved as if it were made of mere matchsticks instead of marble. He closed the door after himself.

Nyx seemed to have impeccable timing when awakening him after a long slumber. There was always snacks to be had around him. He scanned the area, first with his ears. Three distinguishable heartbeats, right next to him. He then used his eyes, seeing swaths of pale flesh mostly covered by gothic punk attire. Two Males and a female. All young. Perhaps fifteen to seventeen. His next sense to use was smell. Their sweat smelled of total inebriation. Jagermeister if he remembered his liquor correctly. He couldn't smell anything over the stench of licorice and alcohol, but their regular breathing told him that they were unconscious because of it.

The female was a grossly obese animal, stretched out over a low grave marker, with dyed black hair and pale pasty makeup. The second and smallest of the three was dressed and pale like the rest, and would not be much of a meal, but the other two made up for that. The third was a giant for his age, easily an inch taller than Erebos himself.He was well muscled, and had a near athletic build. He was also the focus of Erebos's attention. If he wanted to replace the rags that hung off of him, he would have to be careful to not spill too much blood killing him. Plus, he needed every drop the three had to get back to working order.

Erebos extended a skeletal hand toward the big man, slipping it behind his head, with a very light touch, Until he gripped that was. His long nailed index finger plunged deep into the base of the man's skull, only producing a single twitch as he died. Like a man trying to plug a leaking dam, Erebos kept his finger in the big teen's cerebrum and lifted him until he was nearly on his feet. He languorously leaned forward, wrapping his skeletal body around the male and pierced the vein at his neck.

The torrent of flavor that rushed down his throat was exquisite. More than that, the power that flooded his body was invigorating. The rush stopped on it's own, with no beating of a heart to pump it into his mouth. That was when he started to draw it on his own. He could feel the energy of the life that had slipped away fill him with an electrifying tingle. He slowly lowered the body when all the veins in the corpse had completely collapsed in upon themselves.

Already, Erebos was starting to fill out. The blood that he had gained had gone directly to flesh him out, to regrow the muscle he had lost in the last nineteen years. He still did not have back most of the gifts that Nyx had supplied him with, but they would come with the deaths of these other two kids. Once the large boy was back on the ground, he slowly removed his hand from him with only a few drops of blood escaping the large hole his finger had made in the base of his skull. He hastily, but quietly, undressed him and donned the clothing himself. It was a near perfect match, even the nice steel toed boots that he had been wearing.

He strode over to the smaller snack and lifted him up with both hands upon his head, front and back. There was a slight popping but it was not a snapping neck. The small boy's eyes flew open, saw him and widened in absolute terror. If it hadn't been nineteen years since he had smelled terror upon a person, he wouldn't have been able to revel in this pathetic teen's terror, but it had, and he did. His hand was over the boy's mouth, and he had no sense of touch, but judging by the way his chest expanded and nostrils flared, the boy was trying to scream.

Erebos didn't give him a chance. Instead he struck, 2400 years of experience lending to his precision. His teeth struck the vein perfectly, not dipping a single millimeter past, to allow even a single drop of internal bleeding. It was a matter of moments before the small body's veins and heart collapsed because of his pulling on the boy's life blood. He roughly discarded the boy, and looked to the girl, who had started awake at the impact of the body to the grass carpeted earth.

The girl's eyes flicked franticly and confusedly to one thing and another. Erebos softly bit his other lip, considering how this one should die. It may have been a mistake, or maybe his subconscious telling him that he wanted a chase. Upon doing that he, of course, revealed his extended, and pink tinged left fang. The girl's eyes lit up with horror, and she started to scramble away. Erebos let her. He even counted to fifteen in his head. This graveyard was the largest in the country, or at least it was when he went to sleep. Calvary Cemetery was a sprawling expanse of green in a city where even fenced in trees were rare.

So, he let her run. He would speed ahead of her to change her direction from time to time, and keep pace behind her to prod the obese teen forward. He was a hunter and warrior at heart, and they were warring within him right now. This pathetic excuse for a meal was fun enough to play with briefly, but he would allow her an honorable death in battle to regenerate his powers completely. He herded the cow, until she fell into his trap.

It was an open grave, freshly dug. She tumbled in, and he heard a limb break. It was a very nice sound really. Since he could only hear sounds of people, any sound was a treat. He jumped in after her, and saw that she was spilling his well won blood from a protruding bone in her foot. He had most of his strength back by then so he reached out and picked her up with two hands by her upper calf. He bit into the protruding bone and spat it onto the fresh dirt of the grave before sealing the wound with his mouth, and drinking her cholesterol rich blood until he could drink no more. Which was just before her heart collapsed as well. He left the bodies where they were, fully charged and thanking Nyx for the excellent meal before leaving the cemetery to learn of the state of the world.

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