Post by Aidrean on Jan 19, 2006 19:14:51 GMT
Name: Aidrean Labralege
Age: Unknown
Born: Sometime during the thirteenth century
Occupation: Vampire
My earliest memory begins when i was fifteen, the night my brother disappeared. Our family weren't influential, we had no money, a little land to live off and a sheep whcih helped us with our clothes. No, we were definetely not a respectable, wealthy family. Though when my brother (i cant remember the name) went missing the entire village, all 120 of them sent out numerous search parties. We lived in the middle of the country, our village was small, had one churchyard, a doctors and a small school yard for the children. I myself had never had an education, the family could not afford it. My only, eldest sister had one though, she was the lucky one.
My mother and sister always told me that my brother was special. Before i had always felt jealous of him, he'd always have my mothers full attention nearly all the time. My sister could only ever spare a smile for him, it wasn't until that night i found out he was special for a completely different reason to what i thought. I'd overheard a couple of villagers speak about how he was mentally retarded.
It was me who found my brother that night, in the graveyard. You see, my father had passed a few weeks earlier, an accident whilst out hunting, it had hit my brother hard. He was always asking my mother where he had gone to, she'd never tell. He lay beside my fatehrs grave, his face pale and his body unmoving. It was a freezing winters night and he had been missing for hours. I assumed he was sleeping and shook his shoulder, trying to rouse him yet he never did open his eyes. We buried him the next week beside my father, father and son together too early.
After that incident my mother barely spoke,, even at my sisters wedding day she never spoke, only sat there, half spaced out with a small smile ever present on her face. My days working on our land were in silence, occasionally i sang, sometimes i even tried to start a conversation with my mother, though if i ever tried she'd just stare at me blankly as though gone deaf.
At the age of 18 i got a job at the mayors house as a stable boy. It wasn't the best job in the world but it paid fairly well. I gained enough money to get some more livestock and increase my mothers diet so much that her bony frame filled out a little, she actually gained a stomach. Though just when i thought she was getting better she dropped way down into depression, and i wasn't even aware of it until i came home and found her hanging from the rafters. A rope used for leading the cattle wrapped tightly around her pale frail neck.
I wasn't distraught as many people though i'd be, at least she was with her beloved son and husband now. Leaving her last son and daughter on the earth.
I left my village when i was 20, fed up with the disapproving glances from nearly everybody, they all said i should have settled down by now with a wife and a child on the way. I wanted to do something else with my life so packed a few valuables, some clothes food a little money and set off somewhere. In what direction i can't remember, all i can remember is that i never made it to that place, i either willingly or was forced to become what i am now.
I was only 20.
((Oh gawd there's more, i really need to get a life ><))
In my entire immortal life i've had but one human servent, Anton. He was my beloved, the only person i had loved in centuries. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, his pale skin making his startling green eyes ever more vivid. Even now, years since he's dies his beautiy still makes me smile wistfully.
He'd came to me willingly and i'd accepted him with open arms. He was no human though, he just so happened to be a one of the rare Lycanthropes, a Wereleopard.
He was taken from me though. Stolen away by another master Vampire. I had never forced my marks upon Anton, i preferred him to keep his free will, it was more fun, more exciting that way. This other Vampire forced upon him the four marks and the boy was mine no more.
In the years afterwards i found i could call Leopards to me, this other Vampire taught me this as i spied upon him, he did terrible thing to Anton, things i won't bother repeating. I hated this Vampire, he'd taken my lover, my happiness, so i had to take it back.
In a possible act of stupidity i went after anton and the Vampire, i went to get him back. We fought, this Vampire and I, it is because of him that i have the scar on the back of my right thigh.
I killed him, a wooden stake through the heart. If only i had knew then... When the Vampire fell, so did Anton. His look of surprise as death rushed over him still makes my heart clench today, my name was the last thing that passed his lips..
since then i've roamed around the world, keeping to myself.
((hopefully that's it ^^))
Age: Unknown
Born: Sometime during the thirteenth century
Occupation: Vampire
My earliest memory begins when i was fifteen, the night my brother disappeared. Our family weren't influential, we had no money, a little land to live off and a sheep whcih helped us with our clothes. No, we were definetely not a respectable, wealthy family. Though when my brother (i cant remember the name) went missing the entire village, all 120 of them sent out numerous search parties. We lived in the middle of the country, our village was small, had one churchyard, a doctors and a small school yard for the children. I myself had never had an education, the family could not afford it. My only, eldest sister had one though, she was the lucky one.
My mother and sister always told me that my brother was special. Before i had always felt jealous of him, he'd always have my mothers full attention nearly all the time. My sister could only ever spare a smile for him, it wasn't until that night i found out he was special for a completely different reason to what i thought. I'd overheard a couple of villagers speak about how he was mentally retarded.
It was me who found my brother that night, in the graveyard. You see, my father had passed a few weeks earlier, an accident whilst out hunting, it had hit my brother hard. He was always asking my mother where he had gone to, she'd never tell. He lay beside my fatehrs grave, his face pale and his body unmoving. It was a freezing winters night and he had been missing for hours. I assumed he was sleeping and shook his shoulder, trying to rouse him yet he never did open his eyes. We buried him the next week beside my father, father and son together too early.
After that incident my mother barely spoke,, even at my sisters wedding day she never spoke, only sat there, half spaced out with a small smile ever present on her face. My days working on our land were in silence, occasionally i sang, sometimes i even tried to start a conversation with my mother, though if i ever tried she'd just stare at me blankly as though gone deaf.
At the age of 18 i got a job at the mayors house as a stable boy. It wasn't the best job in the world but it paid fairly well. I gained enough money to get some more livestock and increase my mothers diet so much that her bony frame filled out a little, she actually gained a stomach. Though just when i thought she was getting better she dropped way down into depression, and i wasn't even aware of it until i came home and found her hanging from the rafters. A rope used for leading the cattle wrapped tightly around her pale frail neck.
I wasn't distraught as many people though i'd be, at least she was with her beloved son and husband now. Leaving her last son and daughter on the earth.
I left my village when i was 20, fed up with the disapproving glances from nearly everybody, they all said i should have settled down by now with a wife and a child on the way. I wanted to do something else with my life so packed a few valuables, some clothes food a little money and set off somewhere. In what direction i can't remember, all i can remember is that i never made it to that place, i either willingly or was forced to become what i am now.
I was only 20.
((Oh gawd there's more, i really need to get a life ><))
In my entire immortal life i've had but one human servent, Anton. He was my beloved, the only person i had loved in centuries. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, his pale skin making his startling green eyes ever more vivid. Even now, years since he's dies his beautiy still makes me smile wistfully.
He'd came to me willingly and i'd accepted him with open arms. He was no human though, he just so happened to be a one of the rare Lycanthropes, a Wereleopard.
He was taken from me though. Stolen away by another master Vampire. I had never forced my marks upon Anton, i preferred him to keep his free will, it was more fun, more exciting that way. This other Vampire forced upon him the four marks and the boy was mine no more.
In the years afterwards i found i could call Leopards to me, this other Vampire taught me this as i spied upon him, he did terrible thing to Anton, things i won't bother repeating. I hated this Vampire, he'd taken my lover, my happiness, so i had to take it back.
In a possible act of stupidity i went after anton and the Vampire, i went to get him back. We fought, this Vampire and I, it is because of him that i have the scar on the back of my right thigh.
I killed him, a wooden stake through the heart. If only i had knew then... When the Vampire fell, so did Anton. His look of surprise as death rushed over him still makes my heart clench today, my name was the last thing that passed his lips..
since then i've roamed around the world, keeping to myself.
((hopefully that's it ^^))
